7TEEN SUMMERS(Prod. Stoicbeats)

Okapi

freakytshirt

the third installment of my implementation series. all of my throwaways, rough demos, unreleased, etc. thank you all for listening fr. feel free to lmk what y'all want me to drop on all dsp's.

1. sick 1st verse
2. king of the spring
3. no idea
4. posh
5. all the plugs that i know
6. big star
7. fondue
8. victory lap
9. side guy
10. what u 0n? feat. cam
11. you know
12. all she need
13. splash
14. let em cook
15. sick 2nd verse

mix & executive produced by Sriram Iyer & Don't Be Kendall
co-prod. DewFrom2001

implementation 3

Talk To Em (Prod.AHMD)

It All 4

"The ones who reside under 3 1 1"

Music oh music ... We've reached a point in life where everyone you
have sought out in hopes of help have been helped to the point of
elevation; This has made us bitter. To the ones who promised and
casted friendship in alleyways of the concrete jungle but turned to be
mere shadows; we have grown angry. The ones who rest upon clouds while
others resort to cobblestone as a place of slumber; we have grown
patient. To the ones who understood the concept of the solution but
lacked the will to aid in research; we are finally uninterested. The
shackles you felt bounded you to a family or set are set free because
the ones who reside under the 3 1 1 live for the ones who've died
under the 3 1 1. The global satire to my gift; Music oh music.

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Ode To LA ft SolotheDweeb(Prod. Bugginout)

next upload gon be the full project :)
this beat was just one that fell through over the months.
if you're still tuned in i'm honored to have your ear, sincerely.
peace.

passdadutchiepondelefthandside

poparatzi - knx

Pouring out my pain, my liver hurting,
Niggas living with discernment
Cuz my perception of reality’s obscuring what my purpose is,
Not pertinent to grand schemes 
I know that i’ve been hurting from these burdens of my past dreams
They’ve shown me what im destined to, da destitute are still without 
They still account for 10% of life, their futures still in doubt
But who am i to say?
Merely observant of my surroundings, 
I’ve observed my niggas curbed and curved from life, they sit in county jails, counting nails on fingertips
These, withered lips are weary,
What’s bestowed upon my epidermis leaves me to be wary of da very offerings utilized to lure in those who know no better, 
Tethered in thru lies and continuity of pain, I’ve been thru those endeavors
Rope and lever, hold it steady
No pulley could support this movement
Their escapades have left us marginalized, as we perish in ruins
They relish confusion, i cherish da music, 
Weathered da storms and severed da ties, 
Unfettered in life, i treasure ya time, 
Da pleasure is mine,
I’m ready to
If that’s a rightful ending of this climate, 
Theres no limits on my consciousness, u can’t get high as I get (!!!) 
Livelihood is worth da sum of parts, as some would often say, 
That’s hard to say to Eve and family, they baby caught with strays,
Mama stay in strength, 
We live to carry out they name
I dug a hole in my subconsciousness and buried all my shame
All regret, and all my pain, 
Nothing left, and now i wait for ya return
This urn dont feel like you, ill miss you till i cease to be on earth !

Untitled

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