BLACKBOX

Not a lot of color out here
Never water round us but we can still drown here 
Can’t believe I’m still down here
Don’t tell me baby that I’m down here

I’ll just pray
I’ll just wait
He’ll send help my way
I’ll just wait while they prey on me 
Grave filled with faith

Baby at the bottom you can find me
Silver lining baby cannot find it
Came here digging for a bigger diamond 
Ain’t no lacking too much don’t remind me 
Too much trauma it ain’t worth rewinding 
Time is longer call it anaconda
I might end the drama
Roll in pack because I know we hunting 
Skewing us up like we in Benihana

Come in directions I call it contra
You cum in directions that’s kama sutra 
No reason for leaving the harbor
the boat and no water
No leaving the cut without shooter
Got blood under cuticles
I’m sick of just moving through cubicles 
While y’all just praying to crucifix 
Watching my back with my candle lit 
Need some direction can’t handle it 
Short on my string like a mandolin 
Stepping outside is like gambling 
Rolling snake eyes on the corner
My soles have been stuck to the bottom
 I’m hoping you call me a martyr
I used to be feeling immortal
I used to be feeling immortal

PRAY

Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right 
Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right 
Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right 
Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right

I’ve been operating
on another tone
Bring my dogs together
while we hunting for a another bone

I’ve been operating
while I’m on my low
Bring my dogs together
while we hunting for a different goal

I’ve been operating
while I find my soul
I’ve been operating
tell my dogs to find me by the goal

I’ve been operating
while I find my tone
I’ve been out here drowning, 
I’ve been

Drowning’s only tight
When the temperature is right 
If you grab the mic
You can say what you like
I keep a pound right by the light 
I’m one with the night
Venom in my cup
Got me rolling like a kite

Temperature’s ready
Got me drowning on the low 
Temperature’s ready
Got me drowning on the low

Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right 
Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right 
Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right 
Drowning’s only tight
when the temperature’s right

DROWNING

Hop up out the bed, turn my water on 
Sike, we ain’t even got none
200 degrees it’s gone be a hot one 
Escape it with a pill
I’m might just pop one

Hop up in my dune buggy
just to break some laws
Sike, we ain’t even got none
Got a laser shotgun riding shotgun 
If I don’t have to use it
I’m the lucky one

Hangin from the rope
Hangin from the rope, I know 
Hangin from the rope
Hangin from the rope, I know 
Hangin from the rope

We put our trust in the internet 
Everything’s hittin a pinnacle 
Pretending your section is at a rest 
Delusion can prove to be fatal
The banning of color was major 
Invention of value was flagrant 
Remember when mourning was sacred 
Remember when morning was taken

The night has been 24/7 
We hide in the plain 
Can see us when you 
change up ya angles
We speak from the lungs 
to cypher more air
The lack of the shame 
made us famous
Not from where we from 
Still on the run
When more people come 
could be dangerous
Damnit you livin so spacious 
100 babies locked in cages

If I had a limb
I would free em
Carpe diem
Got my denim by the thread
Venom sippin jug by the liter
I’m alleviating all the pain I’m feeling 
Tell me what the fuck are we breathing 
Can I get a lung
Can I get a new back
the pressure on it weighs a ton 
Upgrades for the maintenance 
Updates for surveillance
Clockin us every minute
Discredit all our premonitions 
Predetermine all our situations

Fuck it we sick of the waiting 
selling a cure and we
sick while we waiting

Fuck it we sick of the waiting 
selling a cure and we
sick while we waiting

HOT ONE

Never want for something 
you can’t even build
Can’t profit off something
 that you can’t reveal 
There’s honor in doing 
the work in the field 
Believe when I say
don’t worry bout time 
That shit ain’t even for real

It’s draining to only
survive where you live
We’re built for the labor,
they keep what they kill
Got brought to the table
and left with the bill
I can’t even keep up with the time 
That shit ain’t even for real

They charged me an arm,
got robbed for a rib
Just stay in the crib,
don’t grow out the crib
Jump out the window,
they’ll build you again
Been fuckin us over for all of this time 
So funny, that shit ain’t even for real

Grab a pill, take this here, you’ll be 
well prepared, get you floating 
through some timelines

What is even real anymore? 
What is even real anymore? 
Nothing is for sure

Get ready ready
World so heavy heavy 
Break the levee levee
Now the water’s fallin down

Get ready ready
World so heavy heavy 
Break the levee levee
Now the water’s all around

Get ready ready
World so heavy heavy 
Break the levee levee
Now the water’s fallin down

Get ready ready
World so heavy heavy 
Break the levy levy
Now the water’s all around

What is even real anymore? 
What is even real anymore? 
Nothing is for sure

TIME/SPACE [ft. LILI K]

Domestic trash service 
Keep the bag birkin 
Keep the eye lurking 
Keep the op serpent 
Keep the cut surgeon 
Keep the plot certain

Double our profit
they’ll kill us for surging 
Double our worth
and they’ll kill us for nothing

Domestic trash service 
I’ll remain bogus
I’ll retain focus
I’ll remain in motion 
Forever mourn the ocean 
Wait forget the notion

Double our profit
they’ll kill us for ________ 
Double our worth
and they’ll kill us for nothing

Domestic trash service
Pick up in the morning 
Dumped before ya yawnin 
All without a warning 
Finessing seeming charming 
Lost without a garmin 
Trading air for garments 
Bred and raised for combat 
Cannon in the arm rest 
Cannon hit for progress
BANG

We push, no moving forward 
Hard describing normal 
Quick in need of portal
Gas is lit through convos 
Virus makes the combo
We all got left for compost 
Left to bathe in pyro 
Perspective stuck on gonzo 
Hardest pill to swallow

Do what ya can
just stay with the payload 
Everything fast
just keep with the pace slow 
Work too hard
to keep with the pay low

Do what ya can
just stay with the payload 
Everything fast
just keep with the pace slow 
Work too hard

DOMESTIC TRASH SERVICE

One problem
I only got one problem 
I’m strapped to this bomb 
Stressed to the gods
Pray for a code
Pray for a arm
Prey of the day
Day of the dead
Pick of the grave
Hand to grenade
Loose of the grip
DNA spray

They told me not to party outside 
First time I heard it at a party outside 
Never trust two eyes
Party outside
First time I heard it at a party outside

We get’n captured for data
All my folks in a scatter
Use this song for awareness 
Don’t trust all appearances 
Ask your people for clearances 
They not scanning for viruses 
Stand clear of appliances 
They’re all rigged
Cameras is all here
Stay in ya bunker
It’s only been ___ years 
(It’s only been ___ years!)

Replacing doors with walls
I’m in a social withdrawal
The cannon’s on me, it’s drawn 
I hate we fell for the con

In office got us a Kahn
The planet feeds off the brain 
This section’s built for the brawn 
Don’t pay the price of ya arm 
Don’t pay the price of ya leg 
Don’t pay the price of ya lung 
They got us under a thumb

They got bleeding for crumbs 
Finessin us from the womb 
They keep us swimming in clues 
Don’t won’t give us the water 
I’m sick of reading the room 
They wanna lead us to slaughter 
I’m sick of reading the room

We’ve been forewarned
Things ain’t solid plus shit storm 
Toss votes just the prick gone 
Even tho the color get picked off 
Gotta wear cloth to have guard 
From uncureable cough

Unlearning laws
From unpureable gods
While maintaining at unlivable odds 
I’m worth a diamond
Even those have flaws
I’m free as a bird
But even those get bars

PARTY OUTSIDE

VOICEOVER by JILL HOPKINS

Hello to everyone on flight 206,185

This is your captain speaking. We’re flying at an altitude of thirty seven thousand feet, and our airspeed is eight hundred miles per hour

Let me address the elephant in the room: I know making it onto this aircraft wasn’t the easiest thing. At moments, it may have seemed like the most selfish thing

But let me assure you that all of our loved ones would have wanted us to be here; Believe that you’re here. Accept

I am going to quickly get us away from these parts to the best of my abilities for as long as I possibly can

Let us use this time to reflect on what got us here and what kept us here. Let’s spend these next moments present, thankful, humbled, aware

In the meantime, I’ll be pointing out landmarks, moments in time and space, a few inevitable disasters and some really remarkable forces of nature

Don’t forget to place your feet flat to the floor 
Your exits are non-existent
Brace for impact

TAKEOFF

ALL I NEED (PART II) [RADIO EDIT]

No Water from the BROADCASTED mixtape by Air Credits.

NO WATER

WRITING/PRODUCTION @PROFESSORFOX 
 
VOCAL PRODUCTION @LILIK

HERMOSA BEACH

OF BLOOD

FLOWERS

SO HEAVY

PASSPORT

TERMINATE

GEAR SHIFTN

QBRG/QUICK

WRITING/PRODUCTION 
@PROFESSORFOX and @KYWO_KYWO 
 
MIXING 
@PROFESSORFOX

ALL I NEED (PART I)

GG TOLD ME

ALL I NEED (PART II)

NO LIMIT

CAMARO

OMEGA VIRUS by Air Credits / 
1 / JATO / 
2 / LAKANATA / 
3 / A.C.R.E.A.M. / 
4 / HACK THE PLANET / 
5 / BLADERUNNA / 
6 / SAFE ROOM/ 
7 / SLEDGEHAMMER / 
8 / OMEGA VIRUS /

OMEGA VIRUS

OMEGA VIRUS / ΩV

A.C.R.E.A.M [f +BIGBODYFIJI +YUNG BYRDS]

HACK THE PLANET VERSION T05F [f +SIMS]

SAFE ROOM [f +JE$$E +LILI K +MAGGIE HORN]

WASTELAND RADIO NEW ARCHIVES [GREEN/376] 
by Air Credits (C. Sandifer, S. Reidell) 

Mixed by Greg Magers at The Attic  
Mastered by Collin Jordan at Boiler Room 

CARSELLO: synths on “Through The Dust” 
RICH JONES: vocals on “O.O.E.” 
ASTROSHREDS: background vocals on “O.O.E.”

O.O.E.

WASTELAND RADIO NEW ARCHIVES [GREY/429] 
by Air Credits (C. Sandifer, S. Reidell)

Mixed by Greg Magers at The Attic 
Mastered by Collin Jordan at Boiler Room

JOE CARSELLO: synth on "Do U Feel Real" 
FYODOR SAKHNOVSKI: guitar/perc on "Push" + "Synthetic Love"
SEN MORIMOTO: saxophone on "Big Bang vRE9T"

SYNTHETIC LOVE

PUSH

WASTELAND RADIO NEW ARCHIVES [GOLD/605] 
by Air Credits (C. Sandifer, S. Reidell) 

Mixed by Greg Magers at The Attic 
Mastered by Collin Jordan at Boiler Room 

MAGGIE HORN: vocals on "Wall" 
DINO SOCCIO: bass guitar, keys on "Wall" 
JOE CARSELLO: drum synth on "Stop Movin" 

When the physical records of music have disintegrated into the planet, and cloud storage is merely a relic of the past, denizens of the near future set out to restore as much music as they can. 

Radio stations all across the worldwide wasteland employ New Archivists, whose job is to field requests from survivors— logging as little or as much information as someone is able to provide about a remembered piece of music, then re-creating the song to their best approximation. These songs are stored in vast archives alongside new music from the near future. 

AIR CREDITS have been entrusted with bringing back select Wasteland Radio New Archives into the course of the present timeline. GOLD/605 is the fourth volume they've retrieved and holds four new songs, dubbed from a late-night Wasteland Radio broadcast in the dancing hours.

WASTELAND RADIO NEW ARCHIVES [GOLD/605]

NUKE PARTY

MANHATTAN BEACH

Up until this point, Air Credits have brought back many warnings from the nearfuture. After endless ricochet between timelines, the band has found themselves aligned with the present one. The moment is now. Believe That You’re Here.

AIR CREDITS

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