[instrumental intro, 8 bars] [Verse 1. Rap. Era: old school. Breakbeat, live kit feel, handclaps on 2 & 4, heavy vinyl crackle, simple bass groove.] Mabozza Richi here with a salutation To all the goodly folk across this wonderful nation Don’t really have that much to say Just being polite, while I rock the par-tay Earl’s on the decks and he’s spinning the hits Malady’s back and she’s bringing the wit Crazy rhyme skills take us to the top As we walk you through the years of hip hop [DJ Earl: ] “Keep it live, keep it fresh, and check your social stats, y’all! Two turntables and a microphone. Four elements present and correct. Let’s time travel.” [Verse 2. Rap. Era: golden era 90s. Boom-bap at 92 BPM, swung hi-hats, jazzy Rhodes loop, upright bass sample, DJ scratches on hook phrases.] Crafted each verse in a crafty fashion Flow remain chill while we build the passion Not the good kind - the one where Christ dies No lies, some dude be crying for me to be crucified Juice em like a fruit, I’ll be sipping it fresh Sieving out all the bits by pressing it in the mesh Sunny delight - thank you miss for a wonderful night I’d love to kiss you near your wrist if the vibe is right [DJ Earl:] “Sunny D in the nasty 90s, knowledge reigns supreme! Boom bap wu tang, what’s that tribe called? Can they kick it? Quest they can.” [Verse 3. Rap. Era: jiggy late 90s early 00s. Club bounce at 104 BPM, glossy synth stabs, syncopated snare rolls, deep sub-bass, stereo panning ad-libs.] And you know that how we roll Showing shawty the fold And if she got naan her own Then she be shown the door We browling dote, yippin seezy Yeah I’m making it up Don’t know how to keep your trap shut I’m taping it up [DJ Earl:] “Bling suits, bitches cute, we distribute on Napster baby! You know it’s one hunnid, rolling gold out the dough, honeys pollinating feverish, respectfully tho. Danger area - move on” [Verse 4. Rap. Era: gangsta era 90s. West coast cali.] In the projects I’m quick with my fists Juvie to County, cuffs on my wrists I’m living the life now, bracelet pure ice Name Mabozza Richi, don’t ask twice Price of this gold get five of dem hoes Go jump in the bucket and keep the do’ closed Tell em ‘go to work bitch’ and they down to business Slangin azz on the corner, earning my riches [DJ Earl]: “Girls girls girls… PLEASE get an education, don't wind up on the streets with this wannabe... Mabozza - YOU FIRED!” [Verse 5. Rap. Era: Rapcore nu metal overdriven guitars, DJ scratching, heavy vocal filtering, weird Christian undertone, sung lyric] Fuck the pimp game, I been the big name The one with fast cars and cash and mad fame Been to the summit, ascended the peak Lasted the struggle, found what I seek The point of it all, the one thing that’s real I can’t go back now, I broke the third seal Apocalypse coming but I don’t care I got the answer thiiisss iiiiiiii sweeeaar! [DJ Earl]: “Mmmbop, uh hmmmm, imma give ya a 2 outta 10 on that Kornball attempt, Rest in Peace, Chester, he was a real one but I want my nickel back!” [Verse 6. Rap. Era: Chicano Spanglish, heavily accented, barrio style] Hola, qué onda? Vamos ahora Órale wey, don’t want no bronca Aguas! No nacos, no hay pedo No hay oro, andale pues No creo en nada, es desperdicido, Carnales se odian, se están matando! En la cocina es caliente cholas So go say hola, guapo, no broma [DJ Earl]: “That don’t sound like the King’s Castilian to me. Time to get the armada back together, the new word was a mistake!” [Verse 7. Rap. Era: late 00s/early 10s. Halftime 808 groove at 80 BPM, airy pads, lush string stabs, auto-tuned ad-libs, sparse kick pattern.] Video tape of course, not filing for divorce Richi won’t go in a court - Phoenix Wright Objection! Staining on my shirt and it’s tight At the neck, no disrespect but I’m not wearing a tie Can I get an expert witness A thick bish enveloping me up in her titness Life sentence no doubt, I see the appeal I’m keeping it real, but where’s it gonna go? [DJ Earl:] “Blog-era bars, Myspace avatars - tweet it, yeet it, delete it! Yeah this is when yeet is actually from, we old as fuck!” [Verse 8. Rap. Era: current trap garbage, Dark trap at 72 BPM, rolling triplet hi-hats, distorted 808s, reverb-drenched snare, minimal melodic loop.] Aint gon rise for the judge man (order) Jury requested my drugs man (brrrt) Jury sequestered in town man (right) Show them how it gon go down man (skrrt) Vile in. (Cautious). Fuck this witness (snitch) Snitching his business (cash) Elimination mine (order up) Phuckless Phuckless Phuckless (ha) Phuckless Phuckless (skrrt) Phuckless Phuckless (Richi) Phuckless Phuckless Vile In. (Right) Isn’t it better this way. [DJ Earl:] “Awwww no, Absolutely not. I’m too old for this shit. Making up normal words is hard enough now it’s making up animal sounds? Guilty on all counts - and the remix drop in two minutes on my Insta, fam!”
