Nostalgia

by Montana Macks

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I made some beats and wrote some raps. Some songs are better than others. I hope you like it.

-Montana

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released March 26, 2013

All tracks produced & written by Montana Macks (Unless otherwise noted)

Features:
Track #3 Seel Fresh
Track #4 Babo
Track #6 Skech185
Track #7 Rich Jones

Artwork: Matthew Ryan Paulsen

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Track Name: Intro
Verse:
Used to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle, took my laces out like Ray Finkle, always try to stay single/
A star like Ringo even in a pair of wrinkled JNCO’s, Monday to Domingo, I stack chips like Pringles/
Yall are Kinko copies, sloppy jalopies, knock on mahogany, the prodigy's ready for monopoly/
Honestly you aint gonna beat this, put you seizures, right where you stand in your Adidas/

Chorus:
You aint rappers, you just act the role, you aint writers, you dont have no soul/
You aint shit and you never will be, now put your hands in the air if you muthafucking feel me/
Rappers?, yall just acting the role, you aint writers, you don’t have no soul
You aint shit and you never will be, now put your hands in the air if you muthafuckers feel me/
Track Name: The Movement
Verse:
I’m putting a crew together for my new endeavor, a slew of cats, that are down to do whatever/
From the shows to flyers, to hosts and admirers, hoes who love clothes, and some dro proprietors
Let’s all get some doe, and spit flows that are fire, make our own videos, that are dope and conspire/
A whole gang of shows, beyond the great lakes, rally the fan base, and use that money to make tapes/
And just like that things start to take shape, cause now we got demos, and we start get plays/
Radios calling cause they need an upgrade, cuz everything they got is vocally cut rate/
And all these other rappers been totally butt raped by the labels that they rep, so they're sweeter than cupcakes/
I’m doing this all in one take, cause time is money, so i can't afford a missed take

Chorus:
It’s the movement yall, yeah that shit that gets you moving, one people, one music, always improving/
Dont get caught snoozin, or get lost in confusion, I’m tryna build a network, and squash all illusions/
it’s the movement yall, yeah that shit that gets you moving, one people, one music, always improving/
Dont get caught snoozin, or get lost in confusion, I’m tryna build a network, and start the revolution/

Verse:
It’s time to build a network to build our net worth; you can call me professor or Mr. expert/
All you gotta do is put in some effort; design a sick sweatshirt, with bubble letters/
Holler at a vendor, put on the pressure, cause a few tremors, set off some sensors/
Tell them old cats to toss their dentures, cause now your rolling with the click as a fulltime member/
let’s promote this, make posters, this vultures are bogus, let’s put'em on notice every time that you post this/
And never lose focus, cuz that'll be wrap, no pun intended, just stating all the facts/
So ride the trains and sticker the stops, if you’re sick of the cops, then piss in their scotch/
And don’t let shit stop till we make it to the top, cause what im talking bout is hip-hop/
Track Name: Paint In The Pack
Verse:
I put the beer in the bag, put my paint in the pack, put the fear into peers, its abundantly clear that your wack/
This right here will soon appear on the wax, I’m still a writer just been on a different type of tracks/
It makes no difference if you resist this, my persistence is infinite, in one instance, you will witness the most gifted lyricist/
Uplifting while I’m riffin’, hot fire out the kitchen, just listen while i glisten and make my mark like griffen/
Put the spark to the piffin’, without a pot to piss in, fuck the badboy Pistons, I’m Scottie when I’m pimpin’/
Snotty nose from the tundra, wonder if I made the right decision, no matter what, I’mma stay focused on my vision/
I’m the dopest, its addiction, you can quote this in your writtens, just note that im furocious and post it in the description/
Cuz this right here, could cause an awful collision, and I wouldnt want your mom to have to see aberration/

Chorus:
I put the paint in my pack like I aint coming back, put my paint on everythang, take claim to these tracks/
You talk a good game, but you the same as your man, yall lame so im taking aim at you plans/
I put the paint in my pack like I aint coming back, put my name on everythang, take claim to these tracks/
Aint nothing changed, check the name on my back, I put burners on trains, this is swag to the Macks/

Verse: Seel Fresh?
Track Name: Somebody To Love
Verse:
When the truth dies, you need to use your eyes, otherwise they'll tell you lies, till you’re rotting with fruit flies/
That’s why i give a look, crooked I like St' Ide’s, and stare in their snake eyes like I’m watching paint dry,
You aint fly, so go' head witcha self, Imma concentrate on myself and make these hearts melt/
Imma apart of something else, I don’t care if I’m nameless, I don’t need to be famous just for entertainment/
This aint photoshoots and go go boots, this is the ugly truth served with substance abuse/
Cause I’m tired of the schemes, and marketing teams, going to extremes to target some teens/
They’ll distort your perception, till your poor with deception, then question, how you even got so aggressive?/
I’m sending you a message, written in caps, good riddens, stop scripting, get ready to rap/

Chorus:
Don’t you want somebody you la la love?
Don’t you need somebody you la la love?
Don’t you hate somebody you la la love?
You better to find somebody to love

Do you want somebody you love?
Do you need somebody you love?
Do you hate somebody you love?
I can't relate man, I think I've had enough (had enough)

Verse: Babo?
Track Name: God Complex
Verse:
I’ve put in a lot of time and i haven't gotten my due, now I’m learning I have to stand on my own two/
I spent a lot of time investing myself in you, then i realized you were never really bout crew/
It was always lip service, you never spit with a purpose, cuz you haven't seen the bottom, you've only seen the surface/
And you never could fathom, the belly of my verses, cuz it comes from the gut of a very jaded person/
Created by a surgeon, in the womb of a virgin, and groomed to run on stage and pull down the curtains/
I know this for certain, ill struggle to the end, cuz my muzzle blasts trouble, that’s where the story begins/
Sit down my friends and watch the tower crumble, got a sour taste in my mouth, and I can't look into puddles/
I’m not even puzzled, I’ve analyses the process, I just lack the discipline to do anything to stop it

Chorus:
It doesn’t really matter, in the grand scheme/
If you steal my ideas, it’s still makes me king/
I don’t do it for the money, I do it for the dream/
And im hungry enough to lick my plate clean/

Verse:
I’m stuck in the thickets but don’t get it twisted, I’ll still sell more tickets than the rest of you bitches/
I was birthed with virtue, while you were catching curfew, i taught you your world view, you lost the one you turn to/
When nobody heard of you, and cats used to murder you, i took you under my wing, and showed you how to work it through/
And i can say with certitude, without me there is no you, so don’t you bullshit me, the way i taught you how to do/
If you cross that line, I’m taking what’s mine, and bear in mind, I’m from a slime you don’t typically find/
So don’t spit to me like I’m some regular cat, I’m Mr. Macks your creator don’t you ever forget that/
Otherwise i may revert to an alternate approach, the one in real life, where i do cut out your throat/
Don’t take this as a joke, take it as fair warning, i double dare you, you won’t see tomorrow morning/
Track Name: Last On Planet Rock
Verse:
It feels like a ghost town, they're getting close now, I hear the bark of the basset hounds in surround sound/
My heart racing, running uptown, ducked in a crowd, heard the shots fired, lucky this time around/
I keep it moving, cuz I seen them pursuing, stole a Denali from a Sally to continue my movement/
Returning to the mecca to see a Large Professor, bullets riddling the car from a Colonel Jessup/
I looked down, saw ketchup, dripping out my arm, god darn i feel alarmed, I’m bout to get swarmed/
By the Gestapo's tryna debacle, and turn me to a cuckold, I grabbed a 40 bottle and left they brain boggled/
I’m sorry I’m so hostile, I’m not an apostle, it just doesn’t seem possible with my role models/
I‘m driving over potholes, running for the border, no way I’m taking orders from a fucking employer/

Chorus:
I feel like I’m the last one left, I’m tired of running, can’t catch my breath/
They tryna murder me, and shut me down, I aint going nowhere, i be under the ground/
I feel like im the last one left, I’m tired of running, can’t catch my breath/
They tryna murder me, and shut me down, but I aint going nowhere, I’m under the ground like that/

Verse: Skech185?
Track Name: Supernatural
Verse: Rich Jones?

Chorus:
Will I make it? I don’t know if I will, tryna make a dollar bill, but all I got is skill/
So I plot, while I shop, tryna get a deal, but that’s not what I’m bout, so know if i will/
Will I make it? I don’t know if I will, tryna make a dollar bill, but all I got is skill/
So I plot, while I shop, tryna get a deal, but that’s not what I’m bout, do you know how it feels?/

Verse:
I'mma make it, NO YOUR NOT, they'll relate, YOU SHOULD STOP, this is fate, THEY GONE HATE EVERY CHANCE THEY GOT/
MY MANS GOT THIS JOB, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY COP, probably what? SEE YOUR ALREADY DISTRAUGHT/
No, I'm obviously not, this is my life, FUCK WHATS RIGHT, YOUR TOO WHITE TO EVEN GRAB A MIC DEVICE/
Man despite what you think, I think on the brink, in an eye blink I could be the king in just one wink/
IN ONE WEEK, I COULD YOU MAKE HELLA DOE, LMAFO IS ON THE TELEPHONE AND YOU ARE HELLA BROKE/
I'm not gonna do that, get off my doo-dad, you need to cool that foolish, I’m just tryna make music/
Cannonball, pool splash, clash of the titans, fuck a Triton, I’m Poseidon every time that I’m writing/
I’m ill, fuck a license, I’ve had enough of crisis, if i only knew that life would be like this/
I woulda quit a long time ago, but now I’m phenomenal, you falling like dominos, one punch to the abdominals/
I seen a lot of those, I think I gotta go or ride this flow, till the world is adios, then i guess I’ll be ghost/