Curated by @thealexander12
Narrated by @taylor.narain

Mothership

Original Cassette/Digital Release: 06_13_2010

"Form by definition is the mode in which a thing exists, acts, or manifests itself. It is the foundation by which all things are perceivable in the physical realm. Our reality takes form as we visualize to manifest it. Once it is visualized it can be created physically. Becoming part in building our exterior existence as a reflection of what we are within; Life, Love, Creation."

9. The Time Inbetween Suite

llama love[90]

WooHah (reemiks)

soggy·kilo·loop

image credit:
http://gangsterdoodles.tumblr.com/post/107249608648/m-i-a

bibby [soggy·loop]

Just up jamming to some chopped up drums and keys. Enjoy!

3 am Jam

Spotify: http://open.spotify.com/album/5xlGDgCReuVXePNmc7EjbH

iTunes (US):
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/son...

Vinyl Order: 
https://jakartarecords-label.bandcamp...

iTunes (Europe):
http://smarturl.it/SongsMadeWhileHigh

Mission Road Ft Anderson.Paak

wetouched

hopeful that bernie sanders will buy soundcloud and free the proletariat

Why You Should Quit Podcast: 001
w/ @imanomari & @Cavwins

DJ Mix by @Imanomari

Intro Jingle Lyric:
This is why you need to quit
hoooo yeahh!


Episode 001 
#VibeMusicCollective

Why You Should Quit Podcast w/ Iman Omari & Cavalier : EP 001

prod. lucas spicer
art by: k, le maestro
mixed by k, le maestro
Started looking at my people different 
If you see through then it’s holographic words I’m speaking
Hack the beacon, cheat the radius 
I’m so prestigious, niggas talk but don’t want no smoke you would think they need it
I know I’m looking crazy but the pockets momma you senile? 
I’m busy with the A side busy 

I know we bout to chart i see it sure 
Like I’m teaching my son to count 
Putting numbers on the board
Play a chord and get accorded with it 
I’m not a Moore not a Christian 
Not what niggas wishing 
Im the abortionist for wack shit 
Turn ya whole world over quick like a backflip 
I’m from a different cloth not at all knitted 
Back and forth like badminton 
So many woods in the air got the dash scented 
You pissed at the world cause your craft was not hitting 
Whoa whoa, blowing gas on the opp’s corner 
You a friend of me or enemy, I’m over it type Dorner 
Love hate, lust it all feel the same  
So I get money on my lonely cause it manage the pain 
You talk behind my back cause In front of me you a toddler 
Fold you like a binder and leave 7 lit up like kwanza 

Like who the fuck is you? 
Woo, woo 
Who the fuck is you? 
Ooh, oooh 
My buzz bubbling it’s true ooh ooh
Oh oh

9. The Time Inbetween Suite

˙PRONOUNCED LOVE