on some Bonnie Clyde shit we goin make this shit last 🤞🏼💜

road trip

Infest (feat. Mike & Keys)

4 all tha glory

CLOSER FREESTYLE

mad love story

initial E

Raygun (No Question Pt. 3)

margiela madman

Happy 4/20 from the gang to YOU !
All unreleased.
Mixed by DJ Stain.

22 RAW & UNCUT pt. ll

DAVID BANNER FT TONY SHHNOW [pjxonb + uisce]

1MMED1AT

"Othello is The Poet, 929" 

A tribute to Ancient Drizzy — to Nothing Was the Same, to what was and what’s still unspoken.
This isn’t just music — it’s a relic carved from the compassion of stone and the silence of dreams.

In the sacred realm of 929, the Poet speaks not from fame, but from forgotten lineage —
The younger brother left out of the scrolls,
The echo never mentioned at dinner,
The one the stars skipped in their alignment,
Not by accident, but design.

He’s the podium setter.
The silhouette behind the myth.
The one who knew all along — but chose metaphor over mention.

He doesn’t call. He doesn’t write.
Instead, he sends scrolls in sleep,
Carved in cloud-form glyphs and celestial stanzas,
Waiting for Ancient Drizzy to decode what’s always been hidden in plain sight.

Now, the Clarity Stone has fused with his chest —
No longer a whisper, but a storm wrapped in stanza.
Othello Jr. walks beside his father’s shadow,
Carrying the flame after brushing petals with Drizzy on 929 Roses.

This project isn’t a release.
It’s a relic activation.
A bloodline resurfacing.
A memory unlocked.
A secret, finally spoken aloud.

And the Poet…
Finally has something to say.

Hidden within the project is a trail —
A coded lineage of Drizzy’s influence, not in imitation, but in spiritual reflection.
Each poem-track echoes a title from Nothing Was the Same,
But with relic names that lead home:

Tuscan Leather → Leather of the Unspoken Flame

Furthest Thing → Constellation of the Forgotten Brother

Wu-Tang Forever → Ancestral Wind Singing Through Hollowed Time

Hold On, We're Going Home → Blood-Stained Numbers in My Chest

... and more—each one a coded nod to the ancient craft, encrypted in rhythm, dripping in myth.

Shoutout to Ancient Skrilla — the only other knight who read between the poet’s scars.
His label within 929 doesn’t sign artists — it restores voices.
And the Poet?
He’s not here to chart.
He’s here to whisper lightning into legacy.

CONSTELLATION

mad love story

Levi Carter

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