Muddy Waters from CHEAP MUSIC by JunkFoods (billy pilgrim + dj thermos)

Like house shoes and slippers. Brown liquor in the bed room. Here to slow it down like summer. Under the skies with no street lights just a back road. It’s just a night like any other. Some good americans like Hunter S. Brothers comin up from the dirt and servin up they sweat. So when it sets, let it seep. Thick as the funk when you can smell the season thru the heat. It’s as if she got the sticky and i just happen to have the swisher sweet. Complete like long days and a cold beer. Mellow gold like warm eyes, low stares and thru muddy waters we been deep rooted and still here. I spit molasses drip with slick talk thicker than the average to make it last, cuz I’m passionate. Instant vintage classic. So whenever we pass they be like 'thats dat shit!' and feeling brand new like many more miles to go but not many spots to slide thru. Red cups, bucket seats to a land where floorboards jump and babies can’t sleep. I keep a flask in my front pocket. Protectin from silver bullets cuz we howlin at the moon and these people can’t stop it. I’m pullin up my boots wildin. Only here to kick up shit, never slip, and spit the foulest. Workin mics until my hands callous. Around some fire freestylin, it’s just another day. So I take another sip as if I’m fin to stay and take my time placed in the state of mind where I’m reclined, ok and feelin fine. Refined as the slip in my speech, she by my side, they behind the lines talkin bout preach! The keys are in reach. We bout to slide like grease. I say peace!

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• independent
• Pittsburgh