MURDA

Posted: May 6, 2017 in Uncategorized

Forever Verse

Posted: March 11, 2017 in Uncategorized

Could’ve Been You Remix

Posted: March 11, 2017 in Uncategorized

The Invisible Shades

Posted: March 11, 2017 in Uncategorized

Die with the Spirits Exclusive Demo

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Who the bleep* is Jay Shwaz

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Lick The Rapper

Posted: June 12, 2017 in Uncategorized

“I ain’t a thug or a crook but I bet fools mistook me for a bitch, a snitch, some kinda patsy or fag, a junkie with an itch. That I’ll never be. If my name ain’t Rich. I’m just an artist emcee a white G from New City so I’m cut from a different cloth your classless rag can’t fuck with my swag especially when I’m dishing writtens in the booth like I’m serving your sweet tooth with the cake opposite of fake you’re so pathetic give yourself a break trying to call me collect from the county jail I’m too busy enjoying life while you’re hanging with jake, maybe you ended up found in a lake wrapped in plastic your situation was drastic but I’m past it maybe send some flowers to your mother at your wake, Rich Breezy the truth don’t confuse me for a fake maybe you’ll get it someday but no sign as of late. Damn I just look back at this sad story thinking I’m the star of this movie, and all the critics agreed that it’s great. I’m a hero not a villain I even saved the date so if you prefer death row we can just anticipate the wait. I will slay the serpent because I got the valor of a saint. I just really had to let go of all my hate, I won’t fail to be victorious, there’s just no fate but what we make.”

#Racism

Posted: February 1, 2017 in Uncategorized

“Racism is so profound a philosophical force it exceeds the act of prejudice itself & exists as a human characteristic of the social dilemma inherent in ethnic diversity.” – Richard Brown

Writtens

Posted: January 18, 2017 in Uncategorized
[“Inspiration is a terrapin heart-beat & station line smoke stream away, all else is eternal hell or imagery’s static bliss of illusion.”
“I got the home, less the names, the homey B.Lee’s to blame I be homing in, it’s homey & em’, a hum a hymn, a homonym of hopping him, too hip for them.”
“Hip-Hop up in my Helicopter, I’m getting Heli-head.”]
[/”Yes, I think about Ho’s every morning like I think about Donut Holes./ I got blood deep in my souls and I got love deep in my flows/ check it.”]
[/1-2-3-4- Five Alive Schiz/ 7-8-9 pick up sticks, cheese ritz & me Rich let’s get blitz watch the game with my brizz./]
[/I’m cruising in my mind, eyes closed with the finger on the time/ got my palm on the wheel, fingers back for the feel/ you, baby on my mind, like memories rewinding the tape attracts your scent on the reel./ Yeah 1-2 1-2 kick it fool/ Green Go-Go’s/ I palm this girl, like I palm the world/ put my number in the cell, I’m cooking new wonders with this love, call me Robin Williams/ twas, such a thunder, Power hour turbo mind set/ I blink with the response of a diesel machine/ I lift my legs, cruise in control/ I turn it up on the stereo/ kick back and just lean./]
[/Lyrically, I’m crinkly, like Kris Kringle, tinsel, tambourine, epiphany/ I am the paper rapper/ licorice gold mine, in a Mt.Dew t-shirt/ & vocally, the electric trick lighter/ electric bug, you out, fly boy style jacker/ zipper zapper/ you can’t touch my spit, with a cough drop! & a virus hacker.1/]
 
[Fucking this check, I’m a break yer neck, you see this pages of word flow like I flip through books of cash like magicians move the deck, im looking for 3 piece suit money gimme all your bread, lemme sell out the farm and buy you land in long island’s end, I got super fucking flow, super gas to blow, and super turf to grown, you fucking w/ me is like mushrooms fucking with super mario, I break into life and I tare it apart, I mixed it together and I give it a jump start, I paint the picture you can’t even see until I spin it, you look at me and say holy shit is this guy even kidding, I always got the most ridiculous shit you ever dreamed to be in, you waste your time with average brackets when the rookie of the year is right here men, I got the spec you can’t deny, the heart to fuel the fire, im light enough to blind ya mind, quick and fast to tell the time, its like every fucking time you hear my shit you gotta press rewind, it settles somewhere deep inside your wind, and I crack bombs that reach past Fenway Park on the 4th of July… you wanna help a brother in need you speak to me, after I eat you eat then its all the world we gonna fucking feed, I aint playing games with stocks of pig, I’m talking seat me right there below tupac & big seat me right there between charles and mj’s kid, we gonna see who the fuck is the craziest shit there is, ima stink up your whole basement to attic of the crib, its green monster hella herbs and cheese so fresh ima need more baby back ribs… you know I need new fresh drawers to replace your bib, the world can kiss my ass, im the best that ever lived, I don’t care if your this or that and the one that did, im the truth can’t be challenged with a cig, ima drop bombs like Russia flipped their whig, im the darkest knight that ever tipped their lid, every shot is an ace im the American prince of 2017 and the millennium so its said… I say gimme a brand new jet & some rocket wraps to fuel my head, I want a bald point pen a bald shaved hen, I’m a fuck the game with ink blacker than blood that dried to red, I want the best of the best underneath my breath, I’m the one the greatest rapper that didn’t do it by bringing you to your death, im the rapper that’s gonna do it by leaving you left, left the building, left nothing on the field, and the winner goes straight on to the top all loser stay to the left…]
[…just stay to the left.
I’m the new Vice President
Mr.NoNovice Mr.NotNice
Mr.KnottyIce Mr.FukmeTwice
I’m not Just-Ice, I’m just too nice.]

Don’t Approach Me

Posted: November 3, 2016 in Uncategorized

When I’m approaching the mic I make a sorta like damn fucking dyke with spikes for the fucking damn words that I use to hold up your style making it mine for a while as I beguile the pile and build it like a revival of words that I use to purge the wounds of the weak and reach out to the meek for the decency of humility and stability with my wordplay ability its all reality in my mind right? The innocent repent for feelings they’ve kept but never wept it was all an institution but no bloody revolution it was execution of government in the right kinda stubbornness that made it alright to leak my rap bully shit as I leak over these rhymes a million times its a freedom to declare that government was the reason we failed and the hypocrisy prevailed as they Nailed Sarah Palin and became just like Stalin its no lemongrass its kick your ass I got to totally erase your existence from the hourglass and I said kiss my ass with my taxes guns knives and samurai swords I unload these liquid hoards like canisters of whip ass and rhino horns as I begin to swarm like I’m capable of inflicting harm my rhymes escape me like you try to fake me and chase me and never erase me I’m so alchy. 

Ghostwriter

Posted: October 15, 2016 in Uncategorized

 It’s difficult times When you’ve got predictable rhymes

All these despicable minds

Attempt to fulfill my demise 

I doubt it’s me they despise

It’s a reflection of self in disguise

The deception lies in the eyes

If to see is to believe

I’m legendary 

These hoes are secondary

Every single one of them, temporary 

I have to keep updating my secretary

Because they’re never more than a blurred memory

I suppose it’s hereditary 

I never take it slow or steady

I gamble to leave wealthy

I usually leave with pockets hefty

Virgins Alike

Posted: September 24, 2016 in Uncategorized

I’m not a vigilante, not a criminal, but I’m also not a coward. I’m not a martyr. I’m not the most powerful or the most popular but I am a somebody. I spent most of my life severely frustrated, now I just feel overwhelmed most of the time by the seemingly sheer hopelessness of it all. I make promises I don’t keep. I act aloof & ignore my true feelings because I’m scared of the monster I might have growing in me as I’m tormented by these demons. Yet synchronicity would label me an enduring survivor committed to pacifism, learning from my elders & adolescents, firmly rooted in my foundation, scared to test the waters I know all too well. I crave a sense of accomplishment but feel mistakenly overlooked. Pressed for time I continue to waste it. If only I could heal myself by myself I would have, but I’ve accepted that I cannot do this. Instead I inch closer to my ambitions as people question my motives and sense my potential. I refuse to become wasted talent and possess all the courage I could possibly need. My weakness is my fragility and the realization of mortality in a dangerous environment where every choice has a consequence. I must choose to act or choose to fail. I must choose life. I was taught “If I can, I must. If I must, I will.” The world doesn’t rest on my shoulders but my head does and to release my spirit from this prison is what I will fight for. My words are weapons and my enemy shall be my mistress as my friends shall become the victims I will rescue from a fate worse than my past. Uncovering the truth is first and destroying the fake is final. My purpose is paranormal and my proof is my power. Let the Earth be my canvas, my battlefield, my monument. To the victor go the spoils of virgins alike.