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Times Square (prod. Sahbee)

Peace Go (prod. elijah quinton)

2nd line when I go out
Need to vent this shit
it’s a, it’s a blow out fuck his ego and Id
Seeing red like chevele off prescriptions know they pray my soul eviction.
In controlled addictions
Growing old, youth fleeting out the fleetwood window come from venture camp creek to Hollywood migo,
On adventure average black man with sercumstances, I don’t even have to romance it you could see it In my eyes. All eyes on screen that tells lies keep yours hovering timeline shrine throwing character groupings. 
As I’m I they just happen to rhyme.
Turn to vices just to pass the time.
Inna crisis had to battery down.
Ion need to explain shit.
My brother the range is 
I’m making money spanning the ranges
And losing a large portion of that at the currency exchanges.
You fumbled bro you could’ve been famous.
And stressed the fuck out wishing things were back the way they were before you were famous.
Full circle the story goes, cycle close
Oroboros. As above mirror below.

OROBOROS (prod. by Leon Sylvers IV)

Hands up skyward 
run them bands up coward
aint no band but was in band in Cowherd
walk a mile feel a mild burn
ran a mile for a smile and some sideburns
my oh my my how this side burns
infatuation had faded like denim jeans,
in the jeep with the weed, you don't smoke but we did
and we skyward, I need some help on aisle 9 sir
bring the one with the face that makes sky turn
grey to blue I'd just
lay with you, wanna
play with you to some sons of funk,
we on funk and skunk beats with dummy trunk beat
you want peace? Trust me this piece'll give you peace
and leave that *** deceased 
I ash the piece reload and go smash masterpiece of master's niece,
fell on my ass and knee,
im smoking dope to keep my *** alive,
im in a class offa hash and passed and dashed
with cum-laude, lil mami too loud, she need to cool down
roomie asleep,
lil mami me easy,
no cease me the D still yours if need be
forrezie my G high key alright then

Boy look, she said 
Pushing up on a, freaky
deeky, I wanna
Freaky, deeky up on ya

Girl look, what you
Got me up on a
Leaky peachy im gonna
Freaky, deeky up on ya

Hands down satan,
Under ground
Under layer
From the town
To the lair
Walk a mile in my gator
Skin rappers alive
My life trife as hell
And hell nice as hell
Until you realize that 
Fame is but a cell and 
Well?
I done 1up’ed 12
A bakers dozen of donuts
All of the shoes parell’
The whip clean purel.
With a daughter, by the water
And its Blu Cantrell
As she cool with a
***** with a kid
Because ***** be weird
And with the extras,
Bounce up out depression
And compress her
Get head in class
And learn lessons
Ahead in class and learn.
……kill my ego

HANDS UP SATAN!

aftersometime

It seems like all the versions of this song are shitty quality; so I decided to re-make it using the original sample from the Michal Urbaniak song "A Day in the Park".

It gave me some wonderful insight into Madlib's sampling techniques and composition flow. Also, I didn't just take the sample and chop it up. I wanted to be as true to the mix as possible. That involved using a vintage compressor plugin for the warmth, EQ tweaking for that aged effect, some crackle and machine hiss, as well as erosion on the highs. I'm pretty happy how it turned out.

HANDS UP SATAN!

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