Two Midwest, Warlock, Wordsmiths, together back to back on track, and the results are pure low fi, grit n visceral vintage. @kovax.detroit, continuing an unrelenting bloodlust, after a period of uncharacteristic, eerie silence, Fort Wayne Emcee, top level ranking Wizard, and walking dictionary, @sankofafw
On a beat straight out the ancient vault of Detroits own, @marvwon
LET THE RIGHT ONES IN
We present to you, "Old Fashioned Blood"
Track also features a vocal sample from the 1979 Horror Classic, "When a Stranger Calls".
lyrics
Passage One * Part One * Sankofa
My medallion is an amulet in the form of an ambulance
A dormant aneurism one handed slapping them phantom limb
A zombie Vanna spins the letters spelling out my plan to win
Cancer grinning haymakers thrown about perchance to land on chins
Michael Landon in a pair of old shoes on highways
Eugene Orowitz know more of biz with five grays
Apply the ways of the slightest razor learning dances
Eternal gambles, the dice of life and I’ve returned to standards
I work the anvil, the smith is black with no wesson present
Rarely seen as effervescent, Nefertiti sessions
Within the chest of Czechians, rebellion it starts to grow
I move at speeds purely mine that some regard as slow
The carcass stowed inside the trunk, madeline knows
I inhabit darkness only lit cavernous prose
The Prodigy talking ‘bout a brain stabbed with a nose
The dose massive with spectacular modes, cracking the globe
Passage One * Part Two * Kovax
Every single word that I speak in verse, this heat occured
I dont like how you people work, I'm the worst
No tears on my cheek when you leave in a hearse
Dont even curse, this is how you treated me, repeatedly first
Origin Story, horror and gore
It's hard to ignore that I'm dark and disturbed
I'm the shot of Semen from my Father Stephen, where something really evil emerged
It's a free for all, so I'm putting em six feet deep in the dirt
I'm a feral dog, I dont care at all, bite em and I barrel roll
Get off my balls, it's all my parents fault, they even conceived this little jerk
I'm the black sheep, with the longest rap sheets, what's the reason hes detached from his Family
Cant stand to see me, I'm sure
Solo solo, Morning to Evening, geniusness at work
Woah, you ain't my bro no more
Hope your feelings dont get hurt
I dont think you're ready, but I grip a machete, bout to rip and confetti anybody that you ever heard
Smirking, cause Emcees can get easily Murked
Passage Two * Part One * Sankofa
The battering ram shattering plans and dreams of random clans of fiends
I paint the scene with police tape, you scamps are lean
My hands are clean, the gloves disposed of with most stuff
Message board days, low key, I’m Ewing with the post up
Old fashioned blood the brutal bludgeoning begins
Rep the Fortress name is Kofa, show the Suffering some spins
Puppet strings are disconnected mister misdirection hits the pressure
Shoutout to the way of the won, what we make it rip forever
Passage Two * Part Two * Kovax
I never back down from a grudge match, Settle down Anvil, or get smacked down, bloodbath, tragic,
Dont call it a comeback
I laugh at how fast that I shut traps
Busted em open, when i punch cats
Blunt fact, Kovax just won the belt back
Old Fashioned, hold the chalices up, passion and love, massacre cuts, cold and calloused
Get outa my head cause I'm filled with Kontempt!
credits
released May 6, 2022
Written and Performed by Kovax and Sankofa
Beat by Marv Won
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Ryan Thomas
Single Art by Chris Adams Imagery
