SAVAGE EP

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SAVAGE is the brand new EP from Rising Sun All Stars. Featuring a more gritty approach to NYC style hip hop with a live band. Vocalist Nenjah Nycist shines once again, with blistering bars and backup harmonies alongside vocalists Rik O'Neal and Mike Costello

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released April 29, 2017

Rising Sun All Stars
SAVAGE Ep

Nenjah Nycist - Vocals
Michael Costello - Vocals
Rik O’Neal - Vocals
Gary Nieves Jr - Electric Bass, Guitars, keys, Percussion, Drums
Pat Nowak - Guitars, Piano
Dave Giordano - Guitars, Keys
Ruben Nieves Jr - Percussion
Michael Deconzo - Drums
Rafael Calderon - Trumpet
Kenny Rodriguez - Trumpet
Briana Joelle - Vocals (*4)

Produced by Gary Nieves Jr
Recorded and mixed at Cobra Sun Studio in Staten Island, NY


Artwork a collaboration between
GLNJR x Staten Island Christopher X Katie Levine


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Copyright 2017 Cobra Sun Studio LLC

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Track Name: SHINE
Shine

{Nenjah Nycist}
But oh me, oh me, oh my my my
The powers that be hate that we won’t die
But baby we don’t die we multiply
I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies
They tell me, stay in my lane on this rap highway
But a lane is for lames man I rather fly away
With my bitch on the beach on the coast of Bombay
So I’m dropping this new shit ‘cause I ain’t here to stay
I’m the BeBe’s Kids of this here music game
My thoughts not the same, different grain different picture
I’m ‘bout to get the fame bigger and if you hear that real shit
Then you know RSG is to blame

(Hook)
But oh me, oh me, oh my my my
The powers that be hate that we won’t die
But baby we don’t die we multiply
I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies
They tell me

{Rik O Neal)
I'm not crazy yeah you seeing what I'm seeing right highly educated looking at me like I'm Kryptonite cause they get weak when I speak I feel like dr. King no wool over these eyes
Sharingan is mean. We multiplying over lets shadow clone the team and take this unibeam
Its from the chest i bet you fall asleep. I write it down pick it up go read a book nigga cant find the answers tell me really did you look. Well did you?




(Hook)
But oh me, oh me, oh my my my
The powers that be hate that we won’t die
But baby we don’t die we multiply
I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies
They tell me

(Mike Costello) x2
Yeah to the sweet ones
Who’ve been with us since the get
Not the beat ones
And the true huns shakin’ till the beat comes
It’s the fast guns livin’, not the weak ones



(Hook)
But oh me, oh me, oh my my my
The powers that be hate that we won’t die
But baby we don’t die we multiply
I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies
They tell me
Track Name: RIOT
RIOT

{Nenjah Nycist}
Headed to the top where the best clash
Dead ass you whack motherfuckers get mad
Catch feelings I ain’t ever pass
Break your neck to the beat, whiplash
Nyc shitting on these tracks steadfast
Like the nigga be drinking Xlax
Hennessey forgotten memories couple Gs of the loudpack
In the stash, riding ‘round with no gas
In the far left lane living fast
That quiet cash
You put this kid on the beat and it’ll be
The last supper ‘cause you know the God is gonna feast
And it’s my house now so motherfuck your lease
And you should sho’ nuff bow down and kiss the Chuckers
I’m doing my thing getting bread now where’s the smuckers
Tell me why you jelly but what the fuck could you tell me dupe?
Ya life a movie, I ain’t trying to see it, Belly 2
Multi-dimensional, kind of like a Rubix Cube
Been nice since Master P was yelling, “Hootie-Hoo!”
So move from me is what you oughta do
Save your energy like audits do
‘Cause lyrically I will slaughter you

(Hook)
I think we gon’ RIOT
Fuck being quiet
Said I think we gon’ RIOT
I think we gon’ RIOT
Fuck ‘em if they quiet

{Nenjah Nycist}
I’m somewhere spitting bars at a SI dive
On a bar that’s the SI high
Richmond Hood is where I get SI fly on a SI ride
Looking for racists who leave comments on SI Live
I hope you ready to SI die
On which ever SI side you come from the Gang I brung them
Black, Whites, Latinos yell SI ride
See they scared of the God ‘cause the pigment multiplies
Who got a receipt for that New World Order?
It’s like either we slaughter or we gon’ get slaughtered
Martyr for Marijuana clouds emit from my jaw
Go to war with the law ‘cause I’m always fighting for more yeah!

(Hook)
I think we gon’ RIOT
Fuck being quiet
Said I think we gon’ RIOT
I think we gon’ RIOT
Fuck ‘em if they quiet
Track Name: PHAZERS
Phazers

Dreads and a fade blaze up
Grab the blazer goggles on
Nothing phase us
Just smoke and phasers
Play many chords but only do shit major
Workin but when I'm laid up
Ya bae neighbors hate us
Thank us for all the rappers that went and gave up
they butt
Some try to be down but gotta drown to stay up
Like Prince told the revolution
Shoot the j bruh
Message to the hater
I can save ya yeah let me help ya
Take that gun off the shelf bruh
And put it to ya head now and let it go, Elsa
Heart frozen need a good hit I got the dosage
Like Bubbles glasses I’m focused
You rhyme hoe shit
You got as many bars as a dirty nigga’z soap dish
I'm the Nycist, no shit
Drop like crow shit
On a yacht call me big willy ocean, what’s all that commotion?
It’s the Gang

(Hook) x3
All I see and all I hear (just smoke and phasers)

Hold up
Since everyone sleeping I’m creepin the come u
They weeping I run up you done up, you try to get one up by cheating
But I cannot lose these lames ain’t paying they dues
Fuck all of ya rules 12 inches yeah bitches I rule
The sickest I do what I choose
Watch me do what I do
Making a move whip is on cruise
Ya style is so sloppy
you russian like rocky
my flow is so smooth
Cheddar and broccoli
Something like soup blow me I'm hot
On my job early they never could dock me
Stop it you ain’t doing it properly
coming in for checks I should be in hockey
Sippin on sake
Probably the best ain’t being cocky
Shocking
Public Enemy I’m hank shocklee
Gotta be obvi
You wanna be gotti fuck gotti
He hated my party
Arm me with a lama like the dalai

(Hook)
All I see and all I hear (just smoke and phasers)
Track Name: HARMONIX/LANGSTON HUGHES
Harmonix/Langston Hughes

{Nenjah}
I’m in a winner’s hub and it’s a dub
For all you cockroaches shit I’m finna bug
They hate me with a sinner’s love
I know, I know they hate me with a sinner’s love
But you should bet your sorry ass if you know what’s it’s worth
The flow is nasty I got the juice like afterbirth
Like I’m a day laborer when it came to work
In the streets with the beats, running reds in this hearse
had to dead this here verse first
Cause, because my hunger’s getting worse uh
We in the spot, alert
We in the spot, alert (sound the siren)
We in the spot, alert
We in the spot, alert (sound the siren)
We in the spot, alert
Party in the Aspens women with thick asses
Beating down walls like Yardie’s in the bashment
Thumbing money like a six-axis controller
Just a soldier trying to cash in
More zeroes on my plastic from a passion
You can’t imagine never laxin’
‘Cause they always taxing
Got to get man I got to get it
And every running sixty seconds my final minute, finished

(Hook) x2
Yeah I play it cool and I dig all jive
Yeah I’m Langston Hughes on this fucking mic
Love my bass low and my weed light
Looking from Staten to Brooklyn nigga we getting high, you know

Talking numbers on a cordless
Yo fuck being cautious, we got that raw shit
Yours stepped on like dog shit
Only way they’ll catch me is the motherfucking Forbes list
It’s the All Stars you ain’t even in me orbit
We Sun bound
Freestyling isn’t rapping from your phone clown
You don’t have bars, and we know now
Shit I still get service underground
Beware, if we stop being humble and docile, Hughes

(Hook)
See I play it cool and I dig all jive
Yeah I’m Langston Hughes on this fucking mic
Love my bass low and my weed light
Looking from Staten to Brooklyn nigga we getting high

(Rik)
Don't fit in your box nah i tore it apart,a particle accelerator just hit me flashing down ya Boulevard come and get me like oh lord . yeah, see i got a lot on my mind, and i said it a couple of times it's all in my rhymes so you know that's it's real no fabrication of lines no not over here
Yea You hear how they cheer,we coming this year
Rising sun i see stars way up here
Blk Kdz Man i walk with no fear and why should i fear what i'm saying is true. you hatin on me can't walk in my shoes i don't give a fuck about you
I Do what i do when i do what i do
It's like i done been here before a slight deja vu and
We all take a sip......like here's looking at you
Cuz you finna lose see i'm Langston Hughes and i play it cool but
You don't even know (no)
You don't even know (no)
You don't even know
Track Name: DEEPER THAN BEATS
(Nenjah Nycist)
I got the drive I don't need a license
My determination is enticing as I'm writing
Heard you on the beat short and sweet that shit was frightening
That's why you don't no get beats like a white kid
I'm the offspring of ignorance and being righteous
Jesus Christ goodness gracious
Remember the name is Nenjah Nycist
I grind hard to live longer after I'm lifeless
I go fishing I don't buy fish
A lot of pressure a little flame
Make my gems diamonds
timeless the life that I'm in
is far from modern like Rocko
mango shrimp tacos
3 different types of Henny, man I got those
On the road to success I'm climbing out the pothole
Nenjah
Beat that ass up in slippers
Treat you like my children
Nenjah in the building
With a mask on my mouth like a Chinese civilian
Know I'm illin'
And it's showtime minus the train acrobatics
See a ratchets purse grab it
All for the cabbage
Living savage to be above average
Couldn't bring flowers to my dude passing
Poor bastard he was Catholic
Dragged in a life he couldnt fathom
I'm over here still saggin backwards
If I'm talking marriage
It's 'cause I'm engaged to these raps
I ooze talent
Like hand me downs
I'll let them all have it
Noah yo the ferry is my ark
The pigs wear white in the dark
burn the cross, yo they lost
Get ya GPS I'm trying to be more
I give a fuck about a CVS
Burn it down
All this evil music, need to talk to Lyor Cohen now
You niggaz know my style

(Nenjah Nycist and Mike Costello)
Times a-changing nothing the same man
Times a-changing to put it in layman's

(Rik O' Neal)
You know you can't escape the truth
We want progress well then we got to teach the youth
You seem heartless the way you just so quick to shoot
But regardless I tell you what we finna do, we finna
Shake up the world you see (Shake up the world)
Yeah shake up the world you see
You can't escape the truth
You want progress my mirror says it starts with you
Here's what we do

(NenJah Nycist)
Herding the sheep
Work when I sleep
Control the fleet
This is deeper than beats
Herding the sheep
Work when you sleep
Control the fleet
This is deeper than me this is deeper than beats

(Rik O' Neal x2)
I got fire in my eyes fire in my ride
Lighting up the night like I'm a firefly

(NenJah Nycist)
Herding the sheep
Work when I sleep
Control the fleet
This is deeper than beats
Herding the sheep
Work when you sleep
Control the fleet
This is deeper than me this is deeper than beats
This is deeper than me yeah
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Track Name: ALOT ON MY MIND
A Lot On My Mind

I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on my mind yeah, memories running rampant, gotta press rewind,
I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on mind yeah, having visions of the future, everything blurry but you girl

{Rik O Neal}
Been writing a lot of love songs lately, a lot of i don't wanna date songs lately, way i'm feeling probably think im going crazy, can't catch my balance man this water so wavy, rock this boat won't stop it, aaliyah baby girl what's poppin,
reminiscing i was rolling down collins, video shot by thomas, i'm just tryna hold shit down, feeling in my zone on clouds, rugrats all grown up now, time flew by looking back like wow, shit changed when dill came, that's how i felt when bills came, i really had to kick push lupe, and yea i skate.


(Hook)
I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on my mind yeah, memories running rampant, gotta press rewind,
I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on mind yeah, having visions of the future, everything blurry but you girl
I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah
Trying to be a better man, better yet a better king with a better plan
I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on my mind yeah

So I’m smoking, choking, mixing Henny with the Ocean
Spray them all no joking hope they ain’t singing
Ringing bells, clinging cells cops want to see me jailed
See me fail, only nigga with a Frigidaire in Hell, hell
Got to write my flow in Brahl, I’m Mac’in when you had a Dell
I’m blacking on you ‘cause you frail
wallet full of kale, I’m the shit like a ship
All about my wins (winds) and a sale (sail)
You can hate I don’t skate but the grind’s real, real, real, so real yeah
Strong black king, record clean
But a bunch of dead whites up in my jeans
Always in the paper but you fuckers can’t read
A couple local haters trying to shine off me
Tell the NYP the last letter mine now if they want it back they got to hold my D
Own shit we can all be free
Ask what I own then I’ma say me
Look, I don’t sell coke, nope
I just sell hope
Run the risk of being jailed for the freedoms I spoke of
Wake up and cake up make sure that you woke up
Lace up the hate up is real from these jokers yeah

(Hook)
I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah
I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah
I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah
I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah

(Bridge)

Yeah we move in the dark and they’ll never know it’s us
We ain’t never getting caught gave a fuck from the start
We came for your heart yeah we came for your heart
Nenjah stars rip it apart, part
Track Name: RSG 'TIL THEY BURY ME
Just don't front like shit is dandy
Channeling the spirit of families lost in Sandy
So hand me the Brandy
The inner workings of a band be
Too much for any judge to understand
See why battle any band when they Bambi
We don't do that
That shit weak, ya band sweet
You won’t need Dre to catch beats
This for the matte Jeeps
Spiling hashish in the back seat, more fire
Smoke the ashes of your ghostwriter
More liver, ride out like ghost rider
Shake the world until it’s nauseous
cautious, mobbing out minus pitchforks and torches
On us we not the same son
fuck the fame son
shots of Jameson
made my brain numb
They throw away loaves
While we made crumbs
We deep but stay one
I’m on my 8th one

(Hook)
Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Everywhere we go we get it in (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
I said the party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Yeah it’s them again

{Rik O Neal}
I'm Really starting to see shit for what it is good thing my balance on point i'm walking on the edge can't catch me jack nah i'm too quick I'll walk over your candle stix and leave a flame trail from my feet bitch rsg that's nothing but heat bitch now watch my seat switch from your class to first class customs now my passport got more stamps
You didn't really want this in the first made me draw my sword and now you begging me for mercy have a seat sip some tea you look thirsty mind yo biz or pay attention to this word play it seem like you got a lot to say boy the S is for savage we don't play boi these cujos they never give kudos RSG on you hoes



(Hook)
Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Everywhere we go we get it in (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
I said the party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME)
Yeah it’s them again

{Mike Costello}
I’m like back to the drawing board, square one / bar some
Raised like cattle grazed on poison grass lawns
I’m sorry to distribute my sound as bad news but
Half these bands are scared for good reason
Up from the centerfold arise illicit dreams
Hit ‘Guide’, channel foreshadow/ battle with no sleep
Watched T.V. with P.J., Inflict my beliefs
Then I stop and I think of what I lost and can’t keep
Phase into dream sequence/ haze and red eyes
Memory use as Visine and there’s life
Clear as crack rock’s clockwork insert nervous jerk here
I’ve been one for three decades and that’s clear
Life’s just poetry, ease up the set flow, relax and let go
You just might find your name on a Red List
For best living with a short term lifeline
And that’s clear, kid.

{Nenjah Nycist}
You can’t fire with fire but you can go to hell
Like the water with the pail, yo I wish you well
Wack shit I don’t permit, so come and get your L’s
Never gave a fuck about a cop since Sean Bell
Got bad eyes but ATM buttons is still Brahl
You got a lot of bars? Shit, we got a lot of bail
What’s a pimp cup? I can leave you with a Holy Grail
Only two details to life, succeed or fail
So ya’ll can try to save them hoes treat ‘em like the whales
We gon’ stay Hip-Hop to the real shit prevail
Drink ale and raise hell see
Show you why the best is the worst in me
Paying off loans to Hard Knock University
Urgency, as a matter of fact
These the condom with the holes, the deadly raps
So strap up, or catch crabs like Deadliest Catch
Motherfucker it’s a wrap uh

RSG til they bury me x5
Yes, we do it so cleverly
Yes, it’s RSG til they bury me

{Rik O Neal}
they say moneys the root of all evil cause when I got no money when I feel the most evil if I took a from you I want it man I need it I don't feed myself tell me how the hell I'm eating huh
Ok yea you getting the picture. Accepting defeat no im am not with ya. No assist no statefarm for you to witness building this shit with no hands i am relentless

RSG til they bury me x7
RSG Til they mother fucking bury me yea