Open Season Lyrics

Joe Ayinde:
Peelin' off in the whip like the skin of a slave, I’m timid cause//
I remember when in my venomous days my sinnin’ was//
Centered on a seemingly infinite phase but I find//
God in the now and give Him the praise...Glory//
And you can have it either Kanye or Christon//
I ain’t here debatin’ whether Kanye a Christian or// Not, the kettle Black and culture lickin the pot//
Hot potato with the shot and I’m a chip off the block, I Ruffle//
The, eehhh...that’s too obvious...a bluff’ll// Pull ya card if you thinkin ya flow is godly it’s terror in//
These hands you finna get smote, hear ya music, be like//
“Meh”, it’s part of being the GOAT, these artists ain’t even//
Woke, Sleepin while the history repeats//
You bout to have to start spittin over beats//
And I’m the best that I know that is not a toss//
So go and tell your top chef that I got the sauce


J. Crum:
I don’t believe your twisted face and all your fake bravado
I’m from the place that shake ya voice up like an old vibrato
who really wanna start a war vs me and mi hermonos 
former felons all they smiles look like el dorado
I know they fearing the melinated in monte Carlos 
it hard to swallow to know that God can move in the hardest hollows
he took my sorrow and flipped it to hope for my tomorrow
changed my creed and motto 4 deep with all my desperadoes
Crum the villain he been a menace to y’all elitists
double ya stripes I’m k-Swiss to y’all adidas
the snake defeated that wicked credence has been deleted
ouu mighty Jesus he beat the grave and left satan leaking
meaning he beat him up catch me leaning my feet is up
had to clean him to redeem us and now we sing like Anita does
let the meter run we don’t king your kongs
we gon speak these psalms til his kingdom comes
we know we the ones

Nomis:
An East African sun, that solidified my decade as a dread knight
we celebrate the living cause we recognize the dead might see life a little different,
if you bled might seem like the missions actually possible
Red light, green light (toast)
I hit the gas with the fear of passing the Babylon
Cause that’s the power they built the Tower of Babel on
Stuck in a battle on to put trust in the gavel, on a saddle of corruption
They build until the gravels gone
Burn the remains of the ruins never salvage them
Sin begets more sin revenge created Galvatron
Shower Nom with blame, but claiming I ain’t nice
Is like saying that Bourdain dont be traveling... HOW LEBRON!?
over their heads that’s a UFO
suitable to body anybody any studio
Check the Atlas, your presence is removable,
The gift of gabs a Christmas bag the listener just removed a bow
If loose lips sink ships, then I’ll remove the boat
Talk amongst yourselves on who’s the greatest but remove me though
The tongue is a rudder better panic, another Titanic is sinking cause you took for granted the words that you utter, and it
Has some repercussions, for the masses
So think before you send for reproduction or to mastering
A massive influx of pageantry, has sent the good hiding
While they’re mad I bring you good tidings of joy
From his majesty, a good guiding avoids cheap tricks but employs good writing
The measure is divine
So never claim I’m better in life, just more clever with the rhymes
Un-severed from the vine, we’re together
His word it serves as a tether, we’re birds of the feather (flock)
Unearth a treasure that I call “hope & reason”
but the games changed, we’re hunting now… OPEN SEASON

Czar Josh:
They ask,
Benz or a Beamer 
I be like Neither I’m a dreamer 
Coolin in Louisiana 
Drippin like Katrina 
Word to my shawty 
She creole 
She got that flavor 
She righteous in her heart 
But prone to ratchet behavior 
Bringing that ghetto news to your city, state, or populace 
Like George Stephanopoulous
I’m unrivaled in my consciousness, 
On some honest ish, 
I’m Like money making Mitch, can’t quit
Just check the documents, I’m rawwww
My fit black, my Jesus brown, my whip red, like my redemption, I’m dead if I ain’t get it, I said
That heavy is the head that wears the crown, and I am the CZAR
I sit amongst kings and rub elbows with pharaohs, ergo
I think different, I sit different, 
I rock different 
I’m like Gayle King, unbothered with it
Anyways, You a slave to my 
rhyme book’s pages
only the real recognize the greatness, 
I’m here for ages

Thomas Iannucci:
I do not have friends, only admirers
If you want this smoke, you need fire first
I bring the fireworks, you more fyre fest
And now you’re screwed like ja rule with the IRS
But I digress, think it’s time for you to call it
Man you took so many shots you look like an alcoholic
(Punch drunk!) if some punk thirsts for knowledge
Imma teach them a lesson even worse than college
You gon learn today, man, I ain’t playin no games
I am slayin those lames, imma stay in yo lane
I do not entertain, I just remove the stains
And the shame that you left on the games good name
This was open season but it’s time for me to close it
I flow so cold I just left this beat frozen
Oh, and one more think for before go
It ain’t a freestyle if you read it off your phone!

Shiwan:
Man I just pulled up knock the door on your residence 
I'm killing all these beats but I'm telling you hide the evidence 
too many rappers thinking they better than uh simmer back 
we eat the living word why u still be drinking through similac
the seed is in us we bringing that bread of life like pedridge farm 
we sending that desert storm so scary like red alarm 
full of tempting looking in your soul like Rihanna 
I don't need ya Got Girl not a cold thotiana 
Only God Gave me lyrics I'm letting the flow swirl 
I'm like Jay mixed with Kdot then drake and then Cole World 
and I ain't talking bout climbing to stay up to par Cole 
I'm like turning On the grill get the fire and charcoal 
you know God directs my path to see clear you get the visine 
I'm turning west flicking through these ultra light high beam
Don't talk too much but when I do they listen with the side lean 
been baptize it's all in the rinse then next the dry clean