Produced by Entity and featuring Romen Rok (ex-Funkbunker Fleet), this bass-heavy statement of purpose pays subliminal tribute to Guns N Roses and places RI's most dynamic duo at the forefront of what just might be an Ocean State rap revolution.
(S.Davis/O.Scampoli/A.Marocco)
produced by Entity
recorded by Entity and Symmetry @ TheMakeshiftLab, Cranston RI
www.myspace.com/romenrahlo
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fiogf49gjkf0d Romen Rok:
Romen Rok... Storm Davis...
I don't run around yappin like the lot of ya
I know how it feels to get the shit kicked out of ya
Most of these chumps ain't never been punched
Claimin they ghetto cuz they get free lunch
I always been popular but never played sports
I was too busy swimming in young girls' shorts
Never sported gold teeth / Never won a trophy
Never walked around like mahfuckas owe me
I never switched up sucker Im still the old me
Grubbin nine to five dollar plate with the goat meat
So get at me lets get up and go fish
Maybe write a little rhyme and blaze a joint like this
CHORUS
I get up around seven
Get out of bed around nine
And I don't worry about nothing no
Cuz worrying's a waste of my time
I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it
So the little got more and more
I just keep trying to get a little better
Just a little better than before
Storm Davis:
We smoke far from fine cigars and discuss death
But more often talk sports and cuss about breasts
Nonplussed by rest and won't settle for less
Not a safe bet to place, a smart set to second guess
As far as long shots go we got miles on the rest
And the strong heart will to pile the planet on our chests
Cats rush about stressed in their Russell athlet's
And muscle bench press but pay the mental no mind
So they vent and all find that no one much cares
Let alone them couple cats rappin on the front stairs
So they clap away the tears and up the body counts
It's all bunt squares when they should try to hit it out
CHORUS
Romen Rok:
Step to the brownstone Huxtable please be seated
Let's shoot the shit like heroin junkies fiendin'
Work 40 hours, make music on the weekend
Always wet my feet before I dive into the deep end
People are hung up on paranoid superstitions
Like letting their horoscopes alter their sense of vision
I never let these tendencies challenge my disposition
I make it sure to punctuate my statements with a question
Wanna lose 30 pounds fast? Cut your head off
If your jaw's carved out of glass? Sucka step off
These are your options brother: blood or whiskey
Break bread with Romen and Storm or be against we
Storm Davis:
From the steps of the brownstone to the plate at Fenway
I see a different game probably will always play the same way
Flow B-Boy bravado in staccato bursts
While you fuckin up lines like you slidin into first
The voiceless' choice is to be boisterous
When y'all should all clam up and be more… oyster-ous
Mesmerized by the shiny objects you adore
While the only ice we rock got a V-O before
C-O-M adore 64 style raw
Before the bits and the biters in the disk drive drawers
After all that, y'all can say, "Fuck Romen and Storm."
Cuz it only really matters that you're saying "Romen and Storm"
CHORUS
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