Gangstagrass - Mountaintop

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{Verse 1: Brandi Hart}
Tall city-slicker with a lie to sell
Comin' up in here where I dwell
Now I'm livin' in a bombed-out shell
Took my heaven and they built a hell
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)
Ruination day at hand
Poison water and a back-room plan
Bought and sold my native land
There once was a mountain where I stand
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)

{Verse 2: Tomasia}
You don't know my face
You don't know my name
I talk different than you and I don't look the same
I speak in circles to back up my claim
I will rob you blind; rape, pillage, and maim
Yo, I'm so connected and it goes so far
Pollution so bad it'll rot your car
Not to mention your brain and lungs
'Til your future is a song that remains unsung

{Chorus: Brandi Hart}
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let's trade these hills for an empty sky

{Verse 3: Tomasia}
Particulate mercury, lead, arsenic
Your whole family's sick, miners buried in a ditch
(?...) from hollow valley filled
Toxic by-products making you ill
There's a coal-burning plant on the horizon
Life expectancy falls and profits risin'
Money pays legislators, they do us favors
Now you got a brain tumor
So do five of your neighbors

{Chorus: Brandi Hart}
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let's trade these hills for an empty sky

{Verse 4: Brandi Hart}
Let the picket lines get blurred
Let the prophet's soul get slurred
Profit ain't no dirty word
But what he said ain't what I heard
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)
Seduce the man and bribe the press
All in the name of "progress"
You double-talk, I second-guess
You get more and I get less
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)

{Verse 5: Tomasia}
Bust your union to crush your will
Take all of the jobs as we go in for the kill
Blast the mountain where there would be a windmill
Blow it all to smithereens 'til there's just rubble on a hill
Loud sound effects, mad birth defects
Jobs you never see we use as a pretext
When it rains it'll flood, bury your home in mud
Ain't no love
Carcinogens in your blood

{Chorus: Brandi Hart}
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let's trade these hills for an empty sky

{Verse 6: Tomasia}
Grassroots movement just might shut us down
We gotta stop them before they run us outta town
Listen to the chants, see the people, hear the sound
Guess like a windmill what goes around comes around

{Chorus: Brandi Hart}
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let's trade these hills for an empty sky

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Gangstagrass emerged from the creative cauldron of Brooklyn, New York City, a testament to the vision of its founding producer, Rench. This band of sonically adventurous musicians carved a new path in the music world by fusing the grit of hip-hop with the rural twang of bluegrass, crafting a genre all their own. Guiding this rhythmic convergence with a masterful hand is Rench himself, who stands as both leader and creative nucleus.

Rising to the limelight under an auspicious commission, Gangstagrass's foray into mainstream recognition came through the crafting of “Long Hard Times To Come,” an audacious theme song penned for the acclaimed television series “Justified” on FX Network. This song not only captured the essence of the show's narrative but also earned Gangstagrass an Emmy nod for “Outstanding Original Main Title Theme Music,” marking a defining moment in their blossoming career.

The synergy within the group is palpable, with current ensemble members bringing their diverse talents to the mix. Dan Whitener infuses his stirring banjo melodies, R-Son the Voice of Reason adds the lyrical prowess of a seasoned emcee, Dolio the Sleuth weaves intricate stories with his rhymes, and Brian Farrow layers depth with his dexterous fiddle play. Together, these artists form a collective that bridges musical divides, resonating with fans across genre lines for a truly original sound.