HSH, Teorim & Aenndi - Return of the Zoo

Run With Us (prod. Erick Sermon)

JVST 4 TEH FVCK OF IT, ft. Elijah Witt (aenndibeats)

Vi Bare Fikser Det Sånn ft. Adept (aenndibeats)

I'm just a young black American, son of a Nubian. Queen single parent raised. Father had no room for him. Him meaning I it took me years for that to settle in. Two room, metal spring slept from writing music in (and) fighting devils thoughts trying hard not to let them in. walk my boulevard cars honked as I pedalled in. King on the cards seen the toughest guys fall so my cards played well, as i shuffle with this art. I'm just one duffle one dream third Emmet seen hustle birds no wings. still i'm crow never sold a bundle just lines. Tre' with them dope quotes from his huddle. troubled teen teacher said watch him cause his cards will cut you. a man told me crow your destiny's royal. something in your vocals is rich covering soil and not neglecting the expectations i was given cause they're to great to flush them all away. my eyes closed knowing my life to impress these white folks being my color labeled wrong like typos. the over sized bryant (kobe bryant of the rap game) rhymer plus he got nice clothes. making it known he's a rookie but let his dice roll. these snake eyed friends still i fly over watching my moves telling old head your times over. they trust me with their knowledge, they knowing i'm a prophet. they knowing where i been, not knowing exactly where my stop is. and ill be damn if i'm a copy of my father, he illustrated my pains my job is to be the author, every day walking down the street jotting what i seen. showing these people who doubted me that i'm something smarter. read it and weep from ol boy from them Houston streets, didn't have a Houston speech but niggas was still choosing me, to step inside this music scene and announce all it use to be. cooling to the guns and liquor store came and removed the piece. milky at this rapping stuff mother had that 88 Acura, was teased growing up I wasn't black enough. they didn't see the craps after class only me with them books trying to get his city mapped. the color inside the legend to define Fondren black didn't see me suffer when my father was mad. mother slapped. and tre' with his raps and his vision for his niggas in the trap chipping crack up in the kitchen. its hard being me when they find out you got words that can free. they rather push you off your feet. i got skyline dreams crow on the ledge. legs dangled pen in the strangle as i begin. writing on them flat lines inks the oxygen on the pad i resuscitate my niggas that have passed. writing pass them and their gimmicks man they trying to push trends but real music's my mission and plus making ends

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At The Podium

written by jai paul
produced and performed by marlon james
artwork by joe law + marlon james
photo by nick haight

Mumbai

Erick Sermon - Set It Off Feat. Swizz Beatz & Fred The Godson

Levi Rose aka Lil Rocs hails from a west-end uptown neighbourhood of Toronto, ON. Fusing jazz-inspired, hard-hitting instrumentals with raw aggression and wordplay, this rapper/producer brings to the table a new sound that pays homage to the golden era of hip-hop while continually evolving to stay current. 

Run With Us (prod. Erick Sermon)

Levi Rose aka Lil Rocs

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