Old man strength

by KOSHFACE JACKSON

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Representing the massive underground North Carolina Hip-Hop community, Koshface Jackson consists of critically acclaimed rapper KoshFace and visionary producer Jon Jackson. Around this duo, gravitates a formidable combination of local and industry veteran DJs, emcees, street poets, and visual artists. Their first project, "Old Man Strength", delivers KoshFace's intensely powerful lyricism over Jackson's heavy, sci-fi influenced production, to form one of the most original debut records in modern Hip-Hop music.

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released March 3, 2016

All songs written by KoshFace Jackson (Fresh From The Oven ASCAP) and produced by Jon Jackson unless otherwise noted.
Mixed by Jon Jackson. Mastered by Benjamin Joubert for Biduloscope.


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Old Man Strength / DirtBomb : youtu.be/AqHruS3Tzw4
Repetition : youtu.be/P3I6VjR04vA
Simpleton : youtu.be/7dyjRV-I19k

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Track Name: Old man strength (Oh No !) Feat. King Poetic
King Poetic

(OH NO !)
ALL YOU CORPORATE RAPPERS NEED TO EAT A DICK
(OH NO !)
It’s THIRD WORLD CITIZENS back to smack bitch
(OH NO !)
Cause when it comes rap music we’re the shit
(OH NO !)
and when it comes to you ?

KoshFace

Fuck all that pretty rap
I’m tryin’ to make the heart of the city clap
Like Biggie did before all that Diddy crap
Now every breathe I take, I’m tryin’ to get it back
These suckas callin’ it dope, but they know it’s stepped on
So they get slept on
I’m coming for your head, no protection
Matter of fact, I’m bout to start me a collection
Get gone
There ain’t no need to put a vest on
Swinging for your necks till they’re spillin’ like Exxon
ya dead wrong
Tryin’ to fuck wit me I’m headstrong
Mumble and curse
I put the wisdom of my life in this verse
Y’all motherfuckers started triflin’ first
It's like this mic is my church
Manifestation of my light after birth
You’ll see how much the touch of Midas is worth
A hustler’s life is the work
Don’t waste a minute of your time on this Earth
Don’t say it’s kind when it’s a dime of the dirt
Don’t say you rhyme, when line for line you simple simon wearing diamonds and skirts.

King Poetic

(OH NO !)
ALL YOU CORPORATE RAPPERS NEED TO EAT A DICK
(OH NO !)
It’s THIRD WORLD CITIZENS back to smack bitch
(OH NO !)
Cause when it comes to rap, man, we run this shit
(OH NO !)
OLD MAN STRENGTH, TRICK

KoshFace

Then I flip into beast mode and reload
These bitches ridin’ my dick, they get a free load, tryin’ to freeload
I keep it locked tight as a key code
Scopin’ my enemy through the peephole, like it’s a peep show
And even though I’m rockin’ these sheep's clothes, the street knows
I’m a wolf that’s coming to eat foes
I polish off a cipher like a bag of Doritos
I’m keeping’ it foul, can you handle the free throws ?
Sick of spittin' top dollar raps at these free shows
I’m better than that
Yeah, I said it, said I’m better than rap
Said fuck Yo cheddar, you in bed wit a rat
I’ll put your head in a trap
Hit the release you’ll be dead in a snap
I’ll eat ya heart and leave the rest for the cat
Shit, I’m already fat
Now that I’m weeded, need some head and a nap
Don’t say you ballin’, when you settle for scraps
This ain’t your callin’
All in all you’re just a rookie
These are veteran tracks.
Track Name: Veteran's day Feat. Tuscon of 1100 Hunters & Seven da Pantha
KoshFace

Rap ain’t a fashion show
I’ll leave you pussies split like a camel toe
The Mighty Thor
Watch me cock back and let the hammer go
I’d rather go
splatter motherfuckers than to have ‘em go
ruin tracks, soundin’ like amateur hour talent show
I’d rather go
splatter motherfuckers than to have ‘em go
ruin tracks, soundin’ like amateur hour talent show
Catch me on the mic and I’m bound to flow
Bountiful
Countin’ dough
Baked in the sun starin’ at mountains, Yo
Everybody talkin’ how they bout to blow
Doubt it though
Me, i got the loudest roll
Master of the crowd control
Bouncers be on cloud patrol
Fuck it, blow it out some mo’
Ounce or mo’
Leave the crowd bouncin’ then I’m out the door
Suckas pout about it, but they stay astounded
Man, there ain’t no way. I’ve found
I stay gettin’ pounds
You stay
gettin’ pounded
You can’t even wrap your head around it
I know when to hold, fold, and when to count, then bounce before I get
surrounded
Y’all stand around lookin’ dumbfounded
How you gon’ cover your weak spot when I just found it?

Tuscon


Seven Da Pantha

Most of these suckas is fairy type emcees
Swearin’ their live’s like The Wire, but they closer to The Carrie Diaries
I quietly prepare the hearse to carry them. Desire
Permanent press
Steam ‘em with the iron/I ain’t lyin’
The culture is sufferin’
Too many wannabe Oxy emcee that’s really Bufferin
Well versed in bluffin’
And ready to pose
Prance for the camera in their sister’s clothes
While Sev and KoshFace make it hot til the transistors blow
The Don Dada bomb harbors like a Jap pilot
You wannabe Frank’s losing weight
Crack diet
Listen, man
They turn to Haiti wherever pimpin’ stand
Probably, while livin’ fans follow the god like it’s Twittergram
Trillest fam
Soundchamba
Take it way past go with a Castro guerrilla plan
Birth of Cypress Hill again
So insane in the brain that i could just kill a man
King Kong got NOTHIN’ on Godzilla jams
Track Name: Repetition
I spit my motherfuckin' face off
Throw the mask on
Turn the race off
Leave it all behind, blast into space off
Fuck goin' corporate, I'm global orbit
I'm Eddie Raw, you just a Norbit
better forfeit, or I'll leave you with ya fuckin' jaw split
Try to force it, but can't afford it
I push a beamer, you accord it, go 'head record it
I'm droppin' dope into your ear, high grade imported
leave you distorted
That shit just what the doctor ordered
So many live by the gun, die by the sordid,
and you applaud it, then tell me how my shit is morbid ?
That fuckin’ horseshit
These suckers on that pimp and whore shit
they murdered rap, and neighbors actin like they never saw shit
I can't ignore it
I'm bout to go to war for it
I'm talkin' pistols in the street, we can draw for it
Homie, I'm a villain to the core, I don't fall for it
So if a problem got a problem then I'm all for it
(Run Forrest)
I keep it goin, fuck a dumb chorus
Y'all bitches towin' the line
while I'll be growin' the kind
I make this music cause I wanna
Y'all just flowin' for dimes
Literal dimes
Gettin’ belittled
barely visible shine
That shit is fuckin' thankless, and you can bank this
I will never apologize for my life of dankness
Pardon my frankness, but you ain't qualified to rank this
my battleship is off the grid, so you ain't never sank this
And when the tank hits, hard as a thousand orangutang fists, you will see your soul descend into the blankness
So you should crank this, and pack another gram of stankness
this shit is bangin' and it's just a rough I burned on blank disc.
Track Name: Liquid fire
I’m so ill
Pickin’ on these rappers with no skill
My flows kill, fo’ real
Watchin’ your throat spill
Mic precise
Slicin’ windpipes
Yes, I’m nice
My kung fu strong
Writin’ late nights
eatin’ bowls of rice
Over-shoulder holster just to hold the mic
locked and loaded
my sights trained to put out your lights
Say goodnight
My herb array is the amazing type
Blazin’ is my favorite vice
So when I recite i get the hazy pipes
Touchin’ heads like my name was lice
Say it twice
And the third time, I appear behind you in the faded lights
Keep a sharp ass blade to slice
Chop my way up out this maze of life
Mi vida loca ?
Shit is crazy tight
I don’t come off the top
I erupt, like a crack in the Earth
Liquid Fire since the day of my birth
And when it stops flowing and cools, the sizzle dispersed
In that cold, black rock, I will chisel this verse
I’ve been doing this for eons
I’m so far beyond your style
You’re a peon
My light shines neon
Stay cool as freon, but don’t get gassed
cause there’s so many snakes in this grass you walk free on
Follow me now
I been doing this for decades
Keep my mind sharp, pen cocked, and my chest blazed
Follow me now
I been doing this for decades
Keep my mind sharp, pen cocked, and my chest blazed
When the record plays, energy pass through ‘em like x-rays
So it ain’t hard to see right through ‘em to the next phase
This same of chess is best left to the senseis
Every second, breath left stressed til the text sprays
Even better yet, catchin’ wreck with my esses
And keep a little a little wettie on the set lookin’ sex crazed
Nevertheless, still a mess on my best days
Keep my cards close to the vest till I get raised
You can place your bets on the vets, or the next craze
But I bet you’ll never guess how I’ll flip the next phrase
Competition vexed, they’re perplexed by my essays
Vocabulary severed necks swept from my segues
Better get your intellect in check if you expect praise from Lex
NCLOD, bitch
Packin’ death rays
I don’t come off the top
I erupt, like a crack in the Earth
Liquid Fire since the day of my birth
And when it stops flowing and cools, the sizzle dispersed
In that cold, black rock, I will chisel this verse
I’ve been doing this for eons
I’m so far beyond your style
You’re a peon/My light shines neon
Stay cool as freon, but don’t get gassed
cause there’s so many snakes in this grass you walk free on
I’ve been trying to see the forest for the trees, but they’re strip minin’
See ? That’s the type of shit that I’m in
You could chalk it up to bad timin’
Plus I quit drivin’
I’m too old for this nick an’ dime’n
Sick of listenin’ to these bitches whinin’
You ain’t the king of NC
You’re the reason that she isn’t shinin’
Itchy triggers are hard wired to start firin’
At these kids who say that their heart’s desire is chart climbin’
What ever happened to the art of rhymin’ ?
When the bigger picture wasn’t "get rich or die tryin’”
Before the dowloadin’
When they were still buyin'
Before the milk was split, bitch
Now it ain’t even worth cryin’
Get off the mic with that absurd lyin’
It ain’t hard to observe that you’re in the closet, like some herb dryin’
I just wanna preserve my culture while the world’s dyin’
Then it’s over
That’s it
Lights out
Fade to Zion
I don’t come off the top
I erupt, like a crack in the Earth
Liquid Fire since the day of my birth
And when it stops flowing and cools, the sizzle dispersed
In that cold, black rock, I will chisel this verse
I’ve been doing this for eons
I’m so far beyond your style
You’re a peon
My light shines neon
Stay cool as freon, but don’t get gassed
cause there’s so many snakes in this grass you walk free on.
Track Name: Dirtbomb Feat. King Poetic & PF Cuttin
KoshFace

Welcome back to smack-you-in-the-face rap
Motormouth runnin’ like thoroughbreds on a racetrack
Ortofon needle in a haystack
Laid back
Drop it on a record, and I’ll play it back A.S.A.P.
You don’t need a scale to know I weigh fat
Homie never played that
Light up in an alley with a stray cat
Always keep ‘em guessin’ like I’m Sajak
Cuase I never say wack shit into the mic
I let it lay flat
Better yet I spray it just for payback
Let you motherfuckers know i’m coming
Better find another way back
i been kickin' it since in the days back
When the dj’s used to break wax
Now they only play Macs
I’m a Wild Thing tryin’ to play Max
Slippin’ through the same cracks
Insane
This is for the maniacs
Suffer through the pain and try to stay laxed
Cause we’re only human
That’s assuming that you fuckers ain’t from Kpax.

King Poetic

Throwin’ acid on the beautiful, and eatin’ the rich
Crucifyin’ every snitch, just like Jesus, bitch
I’m a demon renegade with a mouth full of razor blades
What’d you say ? You wanna battle me ?
Don’t flatter me
I spit assault and battery that’ll slice up your anatomy
Pardon me
It’s King P, killin’ these retard emcees.

KoshFace

Fuck that “cracker” shit
I’ll smack a bitch back-a-wards just for prac-a-tice
I’m badder than the average motherfucker so pack ya shit
i’ma keep on stackin’ chips, so all you backpackers can eat a sack of dicks
Pat yourself on the back, but you wack as shit
I ain’t with obligatory dap
Gotta earn stripes
Go ahead and spit ya story raps while i burn mics
I’m the definition of the motherfuckin’ term nice
Got you suckers bitin’ on my wood like some termites.

King Poetic

What up, suckas ? How are y’all ?
It’s King P the Flamethrower
Jimmy said roll over
You better, cause I’m a name blower
Fuck your favorite emcee
They’re five levels lower
Says who ? Says me
Fuck sesame, I got you open
It’s do or die
Show no mercy
Cobra Kai
Please… I’ve never known peace
Been on the run for shootin’ Jerome’s niece
I’m an ugly motherfucker, with no teeth and one eye
So all you pretty boy rappers right now have got to die
Born feral in the gutter, feedin’ off rats and flies
Now I roam the street with a long barrel for your surprise
Bloodthirsty since 4 or 5
Why lie ?
I’m the truth
Rhymes and loops
Mix it down and spill the soup
Bar for bar, I’m longer
Scar for scar, no contest
Let’s slap box with pistols in the face and see who bleeds to death
Until my last breath, I’m gonna keep it fresh and raw
My motto “Fuck everything you ever heard or saw”
Until my last breath, I’m gonna keep it fresh and raw
My motto “Fuck everything you ever heard or saw”.

KoshFace

And that’s word to all these motherfuckin’ new jack, bitches actin’ inmate
Orange is the new black
You ain’t got a following cause you wack
True dat
Never been a Saint
I’m a sinner screamin’, "Who Dat ?”
This is the return of the boom bap
Better tell your local rap heroes the fuckin' Legion of Doom’s back.

King Poetic

I’m a skinny white rapper, and don’t give a shit
Run your lips, I’ll slap ya, doofus
I’m ruthless, and fit with the wit when
it’s time to spit stupid
That why I keep a screwface for all of you dumbfucks
Got so many rhymes I carry my notebooks in dump trucks
Fuck you hickabucks
When I walk the street you better double duck
Stick n’ pick you for your stash because i'm Trouble Luck
Now be on your way little schmuck
Or get smacked like a hockey puck
Don’t make it painful, young buck
I’m not playful,
I’m hateful as fuck.
Track Name: Target practice
Yo, fuck ya manuscript
See if you can handle it
When I turn this mic into a firearm and brandish it
Hand it to my man, and let him BLAM ya shit
Scramble all the answers
Now the plan is make you motherfuckers vanish quick
Yeah, I’m talkin’ banishment
The way you spit them raps is an embarrassment
I oughta smack ya parents just for bearin’ it
When the time comes, I’ma slaughter ya
Yeah I’m talking all of ya
You been busy ballin’ while I’m hawkin’ ya
You think you’re a predator ?
I’m stalkin’ ya
Jump out of the dark at ya
In my crosshairs when I target ya
i don’t need a market, I’m a harbinger
Hungry for some drama ?
Then I’m starvin’ ya
Stomp across the yard at ya
Smash you wit a hammer like a carpenter
’Til they call the ambulance to come and haul you off to the coroner
i ain’t a gentleman to a officer
My office is a forest full of trees
That’s the reason why I’m coughin’, sir
Yo, fuck ya manuscript
See if you can handle it
When I turn this mic into a firearm and brandish it
Hand it to my man, and let him BLAM ya shit
Scramble all the answers
Now the plan is make you motherfuckers vanish quick
Yeah, I’m talkin’ banishment
The way you spit them raps is an embarrassment
I oughta smack ya parents just for bearin’ it
And then, in the end, there’ll be nothin’ left
eah I’m talking sudden death/Bloody cleft
palate mumbled under breath
Talkin’ like you hustle, but I’m unimpressed
Crumble somethin’ under stress
Come unraveled once, and it’s an ugly mess
I don’t need luck, cause I’m the fuckin’ best
Lookin’ for a whoopin’?
You can come an test
Never fumbled one request
Take a chunk and then I stumble up the steps
And it’s gonna seem like I’m a demon when I scream on you like drunk
Tourette’s
Ya’ll supposed to be some fuckin’ vets
But I think you all might be mistaken/Better take another fuckin’ guess
Yo, fuck ya manuscript
See if you can handle it
When I turn this mic into a firearm and brandish it
Hand it to my man, and let him BLAM ya shit
Scramble all the answers/Now the plan is make you motherfuckers vanish quick
Yeah, I’m talkin’ banishment
The way you spit them raps is an embarrassment
I oughta smack ya parents just for bearin’ it
Track Name: Simpleton Feat. Staj Prezence
KoshFace

No introduction
I’mma start the bustin’
End of discussion
My flow is crushin’
Give the front row a concussion
They want some muthafuckin’ money for nothin’
Tell em stop frontin’ or pop somethin’
Run when the cops comin’
Choppers circle the crops at the spot
They're not bluffin’
They wait until you chop, call the SWAT, and start cuffin’.
There ain't a lot of spots at the top
Don’t stop runnin’
Or be another sheep among the flock that got summoned
My raps attack you
Send you back to ya avenue black and blue
No I ain’t packin’
But I’m smackin’ you
Laughin’ at you
My plan of action is the absolute thrashin’ of crews
Actin’ like they crackin’, but they ain’t walked a lap in my shoes
That’s why I’m slapping’ cats for swaggin’ and draggin’ the rules
Nothin’ wrong with braggin’, just as long as it’s after the jewels
The Last Dragon
Watch me glow while I practice my moves
After that I'm snatchin’ bullets straight from the barrels of fools
They say I’m crazy
Don’t let it phase me
I’m stayin’ blazey
Pardon my ways, this ain’t the way that my mama raised me
Back in the days, I raised hell and played it shady
Now I live under the sun’s rays
Every day is gravy
Not even playin’
My brain, it generates pages daily
Still I’m prone to rages that’re so outrageous, no one can save me
Step into my cave, you been hibernating
So wakey wakey
Every day searching for solid ground
When you made it shaky

Staj Prezence
Yo, attention all S Mart shoppers
Now for the genetic opera
Knocks off the rocker like Joe Cocker
Chuggin a bottle of Russian vodka
Lethal if u takin beta blockers
Martha Focker
Rock a death mask made of animal skin
Mangling men with these mechanical limbs
At the end of each limb is a metallic syringe
Take your bone marrow, use it for the ink in my pen
What I write is more disturbing than A Serbian Film
Yo, how you want it slim ?
Wicker man, or the brazen bull ?
Face the ghoul with the tortuous amazing tools
Yo my intellect's highly unstable
Switch from the true and living to a major A-hole
And spark up the cipher like nigga rigged jumper cables
Guillotine choke
spit obscene quotes
If I elevate to 120 degrees you'll get a heat stroke
The God didn't come to drop a lesson
I came to show and prove my wordplay's a bio-weapon
So ready your contaminant suit for protection
Tighten your neck brace I'm gunning for your cerebellum
Close your eyes, B
The rhyme is too ugly
Repulsive like Ogre from the group Skinny Puppy
et the fans love me
still villainous, still stereo
Still many die in this given scenario.
Track Name: Come clean
I'm past Mad
Papa Joe, beatin' that ass bad
Dexter mic checks
Now they're meat in a trash bag
Have to brag, when I'm makin' paper like Cash Cab
Deep in a brickhouse
Throwin' rocks at your glass pad
I'm the one that you don't want it wit
Gonna spit
All up in ya face cause I'm runnin’ shit
Hustle it
Spending hundreds grubbin' cause I'm stuffin’ bricks in my luggage, slick
Now I'm lovin’ it
Quarter pounder bundle it
Motherfuckas can't can't get enough of it
Chunk a rip
Puff a spliff
Ya'll just bluffin', we on some other shit
Rockin' after me, you'll need some oven mitts
I'ma make it rumble til I'm done, and you can rummage through the rubble,
bitch
Rough and tumble is how I'm comin’
I'm a sonofabitch
Play the dozens
Makin' fun of you until you fuckin’ quit
My drum is drummin' different strokes like Arnold Drummond did
Off the grid
Fuck a normal life, that sounds dull as shit
Father of the Stereo
Holla if you hear me, yo
Float through
Dome full of smoke like Mysterio
Strappin’ on my game face
Rearranging time and space
Steady bombin’ next level rhymin’ like it’s commonplace
Ain’t no time to waste
Motherfuckers wearin’ tights now
Fuck bling
Hustling
Gotta let my nuts swing
You might think I’m nuts, cause you don’t know my upbring
Blood and guts
Dirty sluts
Now I wanna come clean
I scrape a decayed rappers carcass from my boot sole
A true soul
Too fat for slippin' through the loophole
The new goal
Stackin' crackers taller than Minute Bol
Thought I was paper chasin’, but paper's chasin' me two fold
Lightsaber enabler
Padawan, I'm too old
To Obi wan Kenobi these phony rappers for fool's gold
Not even jokin' I'm always smokin’
I'm too bold
Keep it independent
You always doin' what you told
My sentence said it
This sentiment is embedded
Molecular level headed. Don’t ever edit the message
When it come to spendin' bread I will never get it invested
So when the mettle gets tested
I never get second bested
When it come to spendin' bread I will never get it invested
So when the mettle gets tested
I never get second bested
Suckas settle for sediment
Steady getting arrested
I represent for the elements
Heady ventures collected
In a second I'ma wreck it and sever necks disconnected
So if you don't come correct better pray to get resurrected
Father of the Stereo
Holla if you hear me, yo
Float through
Dome full of smoke like Mysterio
Strappin’ on my game face
Rearranging time and space
Steady bombin’ next level rhymin’ like it’s commonplace
Ain’t no time to waste
Motherfuckers wearin’ tights now
Fuck bling
Hustling
Gotta let my nuts swing
You might think I’m nuts, cause you don’t know my upbring
Blood and guts
Dirty sluts
Now I wanna come clean
Track Name: Grimy Dobro
Y’all fuckers about as live a dial tone
You ain’t no rapper, you’re just a clown
Better duck when a pie’s thrown
Even if you catch me when I’m stoned, I still got mad flow
That why you try to be me when I’m gone
You’re just a kid, but I’m grown
So when you hear adult rap syphoned through the mic, your mind’s blown
You might not like my tone, but don’t get flam, my man
Cause I got fam in your time zone
Tarheels are harder than limestone
I’m sharp
Keep my flows to the grindstone
Who could’ve known
And I never could’ve done it on my own
I’m tryin’ to be a milestone, not another fuckin’ 8 Mile clone
Y’all got it twisted like a cyclone
Thinking that I’m a drone, or that I’m gettin’ played like a xylophone
Better call your moms for a ride home, before you step into my zone
And get yourself run on like a Firestone
Yo, we about to take this shit to a new level
Your just stuck on a plateau
Beatin’ a dead horse with a broken hand
Another broken man
who sold his soul by the gram, for just some gold in hand
Eat ‘em up like Golden Grahams
You ain’t a soldier, man
You’re a folder
A dick holder
A quick to rollover snitch
Show’s over
And when it come to rippin’ shows, I’m a pro
You Pinocchio
Say you keep it real, but you’re a nose grower
So you’ll always be a toy
Just a little wooden boy, tryin’ to be like these ghetto Geppetto’s
who pull the strings on these pop thug
bangin’ for bezels
And got heaters full of hot slugs pressed to their temples
Can it be it was all so simple then
Sick of all these simpletons
thinkin’ that they’re killin’ shit
Think again
I’m on the brink again
I see you weakenin’
So watch the motherfuckin’ tone that you’re speakin’ in.