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📀 Straight Out the Boombox – Album Bio

Straight Out the Boombox is the sound of concrete dreams and midnight hustles — a full-throttle ride through alley smoke, rooftop echoes, and the pulse of the block. Phantom Bloc delivers fifteen tracks of heavy-hitting street poetry, basslines that shake brick walls, and hooks steeped in West Coast grit and East Coast swagger.

From the spectral hustle of "Ghost Cash" and the asphalt grit of "Lines in the Concrete", to the engine-revving swagger of "Boom-Rider" and the wild block-party chaos of "Wopbabalubop", every song is a scene straight out of the cipher.
"Dedicated", "Brooklyn Kings", and "Dust to Dollars" tip the cap to the grind and to the legends — with certain cuts paying homage to the smoke-soaked swagger of Cypress Hill, the soul-fused grit of Everlast, and the funked-up bounce of Funkdoobiest.

The tension cuts deep with "Blood Money" and "La Sangre No Miente", before the crew resurrects the raw in "Back From the Casket". Nova Rex brings fire to "Turn the Night Gold" and drapes the VIP ropes in "Velvet Rope Royalty". "Coast Glide" smooths the ride like golden-hour sun on chrome, before the grand finale — "Ibracadabra!", a swagger-drenched tribute to the king of confidence himself, Zlatan Ibrahimović.

It’s more than an album — it’s a street sermon, a love letter to hip-hop’s fearless innovators, and a reminder that some legends never die… they just keep blasting from the boombox.

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Cover by: 
Jackson Fabiyi
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Produced by:
Cloud Boy
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Elkay Sapphire
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Lyrics:
It’s close enough to what i constructed,
Baby I’m corrupted,
What I consume is polluted,
Movements they see and mimic,
Blew it to see my limits,
Still miles off,
Like to talk as if it’s closing in,
The most we been in contact as of late,
Very minor of exchanges,
My name is around every corner,
On every porch,
I resort to my training to stay dexterous,
Hands 360 to mask my imperfections,
Far and few between,
But truly I can hardly picture the difference from now to the dawn,
Carryin on,
Gone blind to timelines the happenings overlap and then,
I pick a present to plant me in,
Shut my eyes,
See a world on fire,
Ignited by fighting over green,
Not gon show it but know it’s what I need,
My imagination layers everything with anger,
Loved how it feels to be a shield,
Now I’d throw you between me and the danger,
Cell division she placed restrictions on my abilities,
I’m really pleased with leaps I made,
Repeat the cycle I’m insane,
Why dont I expect the same?

Lost in the blur of time,
Was high in love,
Now I just love getting high,

Effects endless,
I’m dependent on shit which I question the realism of,
I only feel this because I care enough to make sense from it,
They see me in a coffin or in cuffs,
Insomniac, resist a rest,
Cuz the dreams too intense for me,
Certain imma make it but is it meant for me?

Blur of Time (Produced by Cloud Boy and Elkay Sapphire)

Farm - Stoney Willis & Earl Sweatshirt

WITH LOVE

Hunnids fallin like raindrops 
bluenotes bumpin out the range thang cocked buss it in the air n pour the drank out 
bad bitch lip gloss scoop her from the nails spa told her do it wit no hands while you let the paint dry
 finessin on the low between that n the flow my face hot gotta move swift n talk cryptic when the jakes by 
gotta new lick like every week this shit can’t stop til I can put the babies n ladies who raised me bay side 
really gotta thank god there ain’t odds I can’t beat braided up like AI but this EA I give u  game cheap trey five in a game leaf 
this face time don’t ring me u gangsta now it can’t be 
Dont trust him he do-re-mi if they bust em Swear I can’t eat with that nigga if we ain’t starve wit eachother 
I be starin in the mirror just wondering who can fuck wit you
Ain’t a soul 
Ain’t no signs on this road
Fuck a speed limit weave past the highway patrol 
Eyes red from the green shit always on go 
Eyes red from the green shit always on go 
Sleep patterns off beat wrote this wit my eyes closed 
Seed in the concrete how the fuck did I grow 
Left shells on the scene then he fled down the road 
Eyes red from the green just another lost soul
Eyes red from the green shit always on go eyes red from the green shit always on go

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