Since the VFW hall where both Riverpalooza’s have been held is 2 blocks from Rob’s, I sat in his basement the entire time until we played. Half Stachon played and I heard that they could barely finish a song. I watched Cyribiss play after us and they rocked. They played all the hits — “Black Magic”, and plenty of Metallica along with their own insane original metal songs. I remember taking a huge shit before the show when I was at Rob’s and being nervous as usual. George’s rap group Tribal Warfare played and we wrote a pretty good song with him. I wrote some great rap lyrics and unfortunately forgot some of them. We got the crowd involved. Tribal Warfare’s set was a bit unrehearsed but still good. Here are the lyrics that I partially forgot.
Big G from R.G. thinking he’s notoriousRappin and flowin like he thinks he’s gloriousBut in reality he’s fuckin boring usLying and fibbin and tellin us stories and…
Keep playing hard you fuckin jokeLike a 72 Pinto your flow is straight brokeYou’re a chump in a slump – more talent in a junk dumpAnd once again I’m a fuck you up
Thinking you can bring the noiseBut you grab the mic without any poiseIn my sleep I could defend your battlinThe last verse got your cage rattlin
Clocking G’s and I’m getting richerThen I fuck your lady with 4 fingersI’ll be makin her sore behind closed doorsShe gets buck wild but still wants more
You can’t have victory you cant top meYour shit is silly its gonna flop seeThe people yellin when I tear it offYour just an employee and I’m the boss
No hope left you’re getting franticYou are static and I’m dynamicNaturally I got the talentI’ll hold your skull like I was Hamlet
Take that mic and set it the fuck downMe and you gonna go round and roundRoll up your sleeves and step outsideI’m a put a whippin to your backside
You can’t purchase skills at the fuckin storeCub Foods, Jewel, 7-11 or PharmorYour rhymes are gone but a bad taste lingersFuck with my set and you’re going to get injured
