From Doomtree's 2009 release "FH:XV (False Hopes 15)"
Produced by Lazerbeak

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Cecil Otter "A Rickety Bridge"

Deca-Due Time

Li(f)e

Little Houdini

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"No Biggie" is from Atmosphere's "Fishing Blues" out August 12, 2016 on Rhymesayers Entertainment.

created by atmosphere
written by sean daley
produced by anthony davis
cutting and scratching by plain ole bill
live instruments played by g. koop

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Fishing Blues

Atmosphere - No Biggie

Their 2015 album "Broken Bone Ballads" has already been considered a cult-folkhop classic in certain circles. A year later, Ceschi & Factor Chandelier have created a heavy hitting, multi-genre, four part song about elections, nostalgia, false prophets & general modern apathy.



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Ceschi & Factor Chandelier - Take It All Back (Parts 1-4)

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raps: P.O.S & Sims
beat: Sick Trim (Lazerbeak & Paper Tiger)

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LYRICS
Maybe I grew up like a piece a shit 
Maybe I’m pathetic, babies 
I ain’t got no etiquette 
They just spread it like they better 
Who the fuck it this? 
And then I’m on ‘em like no other 
I can take they gifts 
Or leave ‘em I embody 
What they look for when they buying shit 
I exude this quality they simply can not get 
For dollars 
They authenticity does not exist 
For nothing 
Gimme something 
What the fuck you want 

I’m beat up 
My feet up 
My seat back 
Windows cracked 
I’m relaxed 
Got the wind 
At my back 
What the fuck could y’all want 

My vision blown in the wind of if it will, or if it won’t 
Then again no one is coming to get ya 
Better listen for the engine when it’s lit up 
And the piston vren’a vren’a 
Piss and vinegar, venom and cynical vigor don’t get you up in it 
Stop bitching just get in and whip it 
I go with it, so vivid 
So vicious, isn’t it 
My heart‘s light, but my soul’s different 
I beat back my depression with both fists 
And I run digits, numbers up and down 
Fucking up accounts, if that’s what amounts 
But um, okay okay 
Heart pump like an 808 
I cannot fade — 
Look at the state of play and tell me you ain’t afraid 
Mouth keep the razor blade 
Tongue keep the edge at bay 
Might meet the end today 
That’s why I made this, that’s why a play this way 

I’m beat up 
My feet up 
My seat back 
Windows cracked 
I’m relaxed 
Got the wind 
At my back 
What the fuck could y’all want 

What they do there isn’t fair 
I’m aware it’s a bear 
Snap a snare and then I annex my square 
Fly as I dare 
You ain't gotta tell me how it compare, I don’t care 
Kid icarus up like a flare, watch the glare 
I don’t put on, I just do me 
Live from the beast 
Fall on my face 
Smile through my teeth 
I don’t put on I just do me 
Live from the beast 
Find me a piece 
Or at least 
Attack sustain decay release 

I’m beat up 
My feet up 
My seat back 
Windows cracked 
I’m relaxed 
Got the wind 
At my back 
What the fuck could y’all want

Great Hits

Suburban Base

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Thees Handz, Murs & The Grouch - Be Nice (feat. Brady Watt)

Language Arts Crew - Snotty Rich Girls (cuntry fried re-mix)

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LYRICS:
I can take my finger off, old dog old trick
New twist, like actually take the finger off
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a 
severed horse head, mail it to a friend you
wanna pinky swear more with, and should
they need a forearm or something they
can practice drawing skulls on, cut it
from the shoulder while the saw's warm, the
full appendage really make a world of 
difference, included too are 30 teeth to
chew out all your critics, 32 would've 
been perfect, 2 were casualties of
it's - its, I always wanted radder things for
Christmas, the rest work cool, I'm shipping
out a torso in the A.M., you should learn
to hit the organs every time at 40 paces
It's important, I can't explain why now, by
the way, legs in a crate delivery by
today, if a uniformed man knock-knock, sign
his documents, you shouldn't have to walk
out to the mailbox for the other shit

my mom was a lunch lady when I was in elementary school
she was outside during recess, she has a whistle and I thought
that that was cool, she was really nice to all the kids who didn't
have a lot of friends, she would give them hugs and tell them jokes
or she'd play catch with them, and my dad worked at the laundromat
which was really cool to me, I'd get to open up the washing machines,
and clean them out, and collect the money, and I'd open the soap 
dispenser and put new little boxes of soap inside, I knew how it worked
and I was good at it, and helping out filled me with a sense of pride,
I would meet all kinds of people there and I would look them in the eye,
and I'd say "Hi, excuse me, but do you mind if I shine the glass while 
your clothes dry?"

my whole life is a delicate cycle. 

Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm
with a hand, they say it used to walk
upright and like New York after 10, one
day it woke up out of order nothing more
to extend, delicate cycle in the alpha of its
orbiting's end, when interpersonal
skill is already poor at its best, a
conversation can be riddled with exorbitant
debt, and you don't know it, but I owe you
more than I've kept, so if you find a biohazard
by your door on the step, maybe it couldn't 
find its faculties but swore it would help, 
wanted to be a larger part than his 
abnormalcies let, hang on, I'm over-nighting
eyes with a headlight deer stare, one up
vin van, pus an ear pair wear them if you
need a new perspective on a weird year,  and
one day when I'm better we can square 
away a fair share, the last frame silhouetted
by the sun was an air mail stamp on a 
still-warm tongue. 

I was twenty-six years old the first time I lived in a house with a
washer and dryer in it and that's the year I bottomed out, maybe
what was missing was the sense of community that comes from 
hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundry 
in the company of other people who also don't have the
amenities at their convenience in a home that's so set up that
they never have to leave, I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the
trust, the squeaky carts, the vibrations, the bucket full of bleach,
the dryer sheets, the old pay phone, the giant sink, I'd watch my
daddy mop the floor and my heart started with a quarter. 

my whole life is a delicate cycle. 

The Uncluded - Delicate Cycle

Dessa "Warsaw"

ZERO DEMO is from the SICK TO D(EAT)H mixtape: http://tinyurl.com/SickToDeathSFR
This a previously unheard version of "I Was Zero" off of Sage Francis' LI(F)E album (www.tinyurl.com/SageLife.) As you'll notice, it ended up being completely re-arranged and reworked by the time it was released in 2010. On this version you will hear the original beat that Buck 65 produced for it as well as an additional Sage Francis verse that was stricken from the album version. The artwork for this single was done by Falside, photo by Anthony St. James. 
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LYRICS:
If it wasn't for the bass, I wouldn't need these hearing aids. 
If it wasn't for mistakes, I probably wouldn't be here today.  
10 years ago I was 22. 20 years ago I was 12. 30 years ago I was 2. 
When I came out my momma I was zero.
 In the before life...I was undead. 
I was home schooled. There were no rules.
 But I gave it all up just for the chance to go public. 
A celestial scarecrow dancing with the puppets.
 A tug in my gut. I'm carrying the world in my stomach. 
I'm a surrogate motherfucker, the girls love it. 
Birth the suffix. Cut the visible string.
 Control is much more than a physical thing. 
Got an analog God and digital king,
An Adonis type bod with such brittle little wings.
I'm not an angel by any stretch of your halo,
But I've done the Lord's work and I'm not even on his payroll.
I stay low and do my dirt on a sea level.
Shoo away the crow while you flirt with the she-devil.
Grow up. You're old enough to know that dreams falter. 
I propose you leave that ego at the alter. 
The pauper and the prince switch roles,
Exchanging tattered clothes and silk robes.
The man behind the curtain at the end of the yellow brick road,
Shows envy for Geppetto and his one inch nose.

If it wasn't for the bass, I wouldn't need these hearing aids. 
If it wasn't for mistakes, I probably wouldn't be here today. 
When I came out my momma I was zero.
I was zero when I came out my momma, now everybody knows…

 I was born into it and before I knew it,
 I saw the students of poor getting hauled off to war. 
It's the law of Judas in the land of king's tax. 
 Partake in the Eucharist and then demand your kick backs.  
Spiritual wrist slap, please pass the sacrament ,
Ask if big, bad, black Jesus was African.  
They're selling a click track but they call it a soul clap.  
It's all in how you package it. The power of a magic trick.  
 Immaculate concepts are lost in the land of the cross. 
I'm standing off with a man of the cloth. 
He knows the ins and outs. All I want is the outs. 
He's selling real estate for some place in the clouds, but...
 I'm not investing in intellectual property,
 I'm inventing gender bending technology.  
'Cause maybe everybody needs to just become a sexual oddity, 
Leaving birth to the test tubes and death to the lottery. 
There's no one stopping me, I've got to be self-regulating.  
Wealth is escalating but my poverty was entertaining.  
Now I'm debating the value of a caste system,   
Cash back rewards and wars funded by my taxed income.
 If I'm a part of the problem then pardon me, 
 There's always been a difference between what I am and what I wanna be.
 It's either Jihadist freak or Jesus scenester. 
I heard God is coming...and she's a screamer. 
I couldn't understand what she was telling me, 
Why everybody thinks that they're their own worst enemy. 
I followed the manual. I swallowed the skeleton key...
And it unlocked the hell in me.  
So this is my gift to God.  Ribbon on my dick, like a tourniquet. Syphilis. 
This is my gift to God.  I'm jumping out the cake. Naked with a shank. 
This is my gift to God.  Unwrap the package. Confetti made of maggots. 
This...is my gift. "Ugh, you call that talent? "
Here's your image back. You can have it.  

10 years ago I was 22.  20 years ago I was 12. 
30 years ago I was 2.  When I came out my momma I was zero.

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Dessa "Warsaw"

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