Highest from critical by Rittenhouse & Riley

Roots in an Iron Cross. Bars like a tire rod.
Stay smooth as your finest cloth, lay tracks like a dinosaur.
Bet I'll leave something that's hard to climb or top, like the China Wall.
Should see me in person - keep it PG on whatever I record.

Staying cooler in a firestorm, this I can't retire from it.
Tell me, how are you inspired by them.
I got your favorite rappers justifying their retirements, idolizing fakes.
Those shadows that he casts of late? Those are just the mountain tops I've been climbing on.

And to think, all this from a miner's son, staying more fly than the highest swans.
More pride than a lion's mom. Watching from the side, now my time has come for the Blitzkrieg. I could sense, see, I had a niche, G, I found a split deep in this rap game and then stitched it. Add MD to my signature.

Looking at me like I'm just a visitor, or a part-timer. No heart? Well, I'm offended. Tell me why you can't skip this for, or whenever I leave, why your bitch is gone.
Whenever I speak, you should listen more. Man, everything I'm seeing you doing is looking difficult. That record exec. writes your checks, but got you locked up in the hole like prison vault.

Those are penitentiary songs - OH MY.
Me? I'm more about giving you the business songs. Me? I'm more about bet I finish strong. Me? I'm more about what's he sitting on.
Bet he comes up off of it like a hot stove. Catch him when his guards are not home, picks in my pockets for locked doors. Been like Pops since a snot nose.

That's lit through the night like hot coals, and this is just the surface. There's lots more. I share when I'm hungry - that's love. Bet, I feed of your hate and build stamina. You talk a lot, but you ain't standing up. Brainstorm, but you ain't man enough to turn those words to actions.
What's your reaction when it's one life before it's man-to-dust.

They don't wanna see us at our highest.
They'd rather see us fall, eternal fires.
They want that paltry shit, but me, I'm no supplier.
In this game of snacks & ladders I'm a well-versed climber.

I'm a well-dressed gentleman with well-spoken intellect.
Those well-drinks you're chugging down, well that's just disrespect to yourself. Me, I'm in this lane just all by myself. Yeah I've been focusing.
Hitting the gym and running sprints. My body's my temple. I'm gonna concentrate on my health.

Moving in stealth mode, so you best believe these boots are tied, and you best leave your conscious home when you go to war or else shoot high.
But who are you aiming for, the suit-n-ties? No.
What you aiming for, a suit and tie at a desk job until your casket?
Me, I had to burn the office. Lit the roof on fire.

Because all the youth have been getting lied to. I wrote the track that all the youth are gonna ride to. All these fools in the booth, I despise you.
To tell the truth, I keep a Luger for your minds too. Remind you of a '96 Shady on pills.
Ain't gotta pay me, do this for the kill. Killing them loudly, bitch, I ain't Lauryn Hill. Radio ain't gonna play me, but you will.

Because I'm beast-mode like Lebron James up in Cleveland.
My Columbus gang, reach long like Sonny Liston. Visit Long Beach and then I'm home again.
But you're looking like a slave to me. Couple grand for some diamond chain.
Couple grand for my own carbon print, dog. I'm scared as fuck from this climate change.

I gotta vision - all my cousins living with me in a country-side home, lines in the water just fishing. Double-barrel shotguns. Bark up the wrong tree, you know the outcome.
That lightbulb shined on, told me ask yourself what is life's gold?
Now free your motherfucking mind and go chase it down before your time is gone.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Indie Hip Hop
• New School Hip Hop
• Rap
• Underground Hip Hop
• Columbus