ma perque

straight smoke

lofi, hip-hop, rap, and somewhere in between.  Oh ya and rain  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMRoNNKWuqQ

play this mixed with rain

winter 18'

¡Discoteca! 3 with Selectors Frankie Francis, Quantic & Beto. All vinyl and recorded live at the 303, NYC, April 25th 2014.

Discoteca at the 303: Frankie Francis, Quantic & Beto

Yeyeyeye

Srce Cocek

Cape Verdian Mornas & Coladeras. An all vinyl mixtape by Quantic. 

Lost and Longing, Perdio e Sodade.

Guitars & Beats by Will Holland, Sax by Michi Sarmiento, Trumpet by Jorge Gaviria. This track was sold on tour throughout Summer & Autumn 2014 as a limited edition 5 inch vinyl. More tour exclusives coming soon.

El Yagé

I say fag a lot, not a homophobe 
Id give an eye for aye that’s a homophone
Jeans rip from my peen tip 
When im home alone watchin beeg on my mobile phone
(NSFW: www.beeg.com)
Unload in a Kleenex, brand name not the 1 ply,  it’s the real shit  
feel bad that I seen sex on the internet, now I gotta guilt trip and I feel it
im a degenerate on the couch watchin ellen degenerase 
rhymes as cold as my leftover dinner is
chubby bitches on my tinder wanna cuddle like its winter
so I do em a favor 
im comin over with a condom that’s flavored,
get it “comin over” it’s a pun when I put it in her buns and my hot dogs catered
 
yeah im a punny mother but you gotta keep it runnin like nose with the allergies 
I don’t have fat stacks but I have flap jacks and a lot of fat hoes with the calories 
And I take dick pics of my six inch for the thick chicks got a whole damn gallery 
Took her back to the pad but I live with my dad, now my own old man mat at me  


Cypher - Fuckin' hate myself

https://soundcloud.com/soulpandemia

Something shifted in the lens that I’m seeing through
I don’t know quite how it went, how’d I get this view?
I don’t understand myself and I wish I knew
Everything I feel right now has a tint that’s blue



Is it still called teen angst if you're in your early twenties?
On the list of my concerns at the bottom’s earning money
Never liked the word “depression” I just think the term is funny
Like everybody’s normal, like life is always sunny

Like everybody's living in this land of milk and honey
The grass is always greener, the fence forever running
My goals are losing clarity events are never stunning
Sadness not a rarity, an issue I'm confronting

Emotional polarity, Growth I think I'm stunting
If you know me try and bare with me I swear a change is coming
Am I happy? I’d say barely my smile isn’t gummy
Put a mask on that disparity and hide the feelings from me


Bluetint (prod. Soul Pandemia)

@soulpandemia

There’s a fine line between graffiti and art
We walk a fine line between being greedy and smart
We live this fine line lifestyle 
All that really matters is: Money talks, everybody cares about results
All that really matters is : Money talks, everybody cares about results
All anybody cares about’s results


It’s a fine line beneath my shaky feet I walk a tight rope
spraying with a can of paint, brushing with a light stroke
making shit that people hate and the shit that people like though 
Depends upon inflection, train of thought, and all my typos 

Tryna cut the fat up out the rhymes like some lipo
Finally got ideas above my head appears a light bulb
Everybody’s got a vision up until their site goes,
Why reinvient the wheel? reinvent the unicycle

With this fine line lifestyle
All that really matters is

Money talks, everybody cares about results, 
What’s your bottom line? tell me what you got up in your vault

Why you gotta rhyme?, flippin with the verbal somersaults, 
cant you do some double time? cant you work a summer job?
nah
I aint flippin patties ill be flippin’ words 
you can go and get the worm a 9 to 5 is for the birds
kick it to the curb I ain't thinking that way
if you’ve been sticking with the herd just to fit in that’s great

if you’re a sheep im a shepard, take a seat while I leap like a leopard
never liked beef, sneeze from the pepper
They say talk’s cheap so they call it free speech
But for me talks free every beat that I sever


Fineline (prod. Soul Pandemia)

@teeawgo
@soulpandemia

I don’t miss you’s what I say
but it feels like yesterday
every time I see your face
I remember yesterday

I love you’s you used to say
I forget how it all changed
when I feel like shit today
 I remember yesterday

I say that I don’t miss you at all
Do you remember all the times I put my fist through the wall?
In reality I think that most of it was my fault
I had moments where I wish I'd never kissed you at all

Other times I held my phone and really wished you would call
Didn’t think a guy like me could ever get you to fall
In love, I was pretty lucky to be with you at all
I don’t think I was equipped for the issue to solve

All the crying that I caused made the tissue dissolve
I’d just shrug it off, scoff, you’d continue to bawl
Swear to god you were my world, my decisions revolved
I regret I didn’t listen, couldn’t give you resolve

resolve resolve
yesterday is gone my friend
been down that road it's a dead end
my dumbass drove with the tank past e
fill up, same trip that i made last week

still winning the streak for the
most saddest human being
only sleeps, coma
rude awakening
birds scream be grown up
but he's stuck
depression feeling like it's ebola

i tell myself it'll better once i find her
whoever the fuck she is, conduct a blind search
never again reminisce, yeah you got my word
word but just one last drive first
shit


Yesterday - Andrew Clay feat. THIAGO (prod. Soul Pandemia)

@chriswright53
@soulpandemia

I know you got some shit up on your plate,
but you gotta take a minute be a dreamer of the day
And do you ever dream in the day time?
I'm not talking when you're sleeping, get to think about it

I know you got some shit up on your plate,
but you gotta take a minute be a dreamer of the day
And do you ever dream in the day time?
I'm not talking when you're sleeping, get to think about it

I crumpled up a dusty photograph, tossed it in the trash
It's so easy to remember getting caught up in the past
another day another bill to pay, Illness? here's a pill to take
Every night I pray to Jesus Christ, that's what I'd kill to say

I say I'm feeling great, lately I've been filled with hate
cracking both  my shoulder blades trying to deal with all the weight
feeling like I'm Atlas, kicking habits trying to change my ways
the easy path is so attractive, people'd die to take my place

Life is spinning like a record that's been broken,
just keep dancing like a needle, 'til the song is finally over
I don't claim to understand it, I don' t think this shit is simple
You could grab a Smith & Wesson, cock it, aim it at your temple

But, I'd like to think life is always getting better
A dreamer of the day, a dreamer of the day
I'd like to think life is always getting better
A dreamer of the day, a dreamer of the day Okay

We tip the bottle back, we pop the pill to feel a sense of self
everybodies got their vice, the only thing that tends to help
everybodies got advice, but I'm not buying what they sell
I swear that things will be alright but really only time will tell

Every bomb has got a fuse that we can choose if we ignite
every goal has got a keeper, every pilgrim has his plight
every battle has it's demons, every problem sees the light

I've got too much shit I'm working toward to only dream at night
We don't only dream at night
We don't only dream at night
We don't only dream at night
We don't only dream at night

I asked the lord if he would follow me
But when I look behind, all I see is sins, just don't bother me
I took a look at this dichotomy
And started thinking bout all of the things that still been haunting me
I know that I been feeling down, I been hanging with these wolves
I know I'm singing loud, 
but I'm just trynna play it cool
I know I'm dreaming too much,
I know I'm drinking too much
I know I'm singing too much,
But I don't, but I don't, but I don't
But I don't take the Ten Commandments
Quite As serious as anyone alive here probably should
And How I handle all the pressure trynna deal with this depression
Hold me down behind the lectures and the "maybe if I coulds"
I don't really understand all the discretion,
I open up my heart and tell you everything I'm guessing
And Maybe that's the problem that I'm facing
These thoughts inside my head are so consuming, ain't complacent
No sentence isn't racing, The gavel steady raising
while I'm talking to myself out in the corner
Writing raps to try and solve some shit that really ain't important
Yet I'm Pouring out my soul on all these pages 
Alive for only 20 but I've lived for twice my age
It's kinda funny how my memories are something I don't care to see
The bane of my existence, the experience that fathered me
And father may I tell you that I'm sorry
I know that I don't call enough, the bottom of these bottles is so longing
And dial tones are hard to hear above all of this falling
So please don't wake me up I only live for this dream


dreamer of the day - Andrew Clay feat. Chris Wright (Prod. Soul Pandemia)

@tomppabeats

welcome to the beach.

thank you for the continued support.

i love each and every one of you with all of my heart. <3

sand (prod. tomppabeats)

Produced by Tranquis
Check out his page here:
https://soundcloud.com/tranquis

Music video dropping 8-28 at
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCP0uc4ngm32omHjBRotvYGA

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PC: Forest Dempsey

Perspectives (prod. Tranquis)

Andrew Kitterman's Album

THROWTHATBACK

thank you for ALL the support 
mixed by @tevinwmusic
prod by @yungameba

music video: http://bit.ly/2yaRgA1


I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy 
but I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
on top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
and be an undercover tinder samurai

cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
and swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
and I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu 
on every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be,
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
and disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free,

trust me,

 I’m a tinder bio brainiac
the way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
on christian mingle, I’m a casanova,
if ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
just for someone’s arms to hold me
also, I’m really big on agriculture

but if I had that body of a grecian god
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
and hope I don’t get catfish,
the fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause god knows I could use the practice,

and if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties “salaam”
and sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
cause I just care for our connection, 

I don’t care about the sects

sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
and then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
and then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
and get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
and check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
and ask her if she likes the novel,
and once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream waffles,
and she’d probably say that’s awesome, 

 I’d ask her when she’s off of work,

 she might answer “midnight”

 I’d tell her that sounds awful, 

what a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number,

 and I would ask her what her digits are
and if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars, 
say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too 
and try committing by committing online dating seppuku

tinder samurai (video in description)

Oh, Hello!

(NOW ON SPOTIFY) Fading Away (feat. Atlas) (Prod. Musikal)

prod @yungameba
mixed by @ibr
art by @ibr and me 
shouts to my crew @offthejump
thanks to @atlas for being a cool dude 
lyrics: http://genius.com/Samsa-feat-atlas-anthropocene-lyrics


I always knew that we’d be by each other’s side forever
now our time has come 
and I’d be satisfied if we died together
 
yeah, our climate’s fucked  
we might as well enjoy the weather
our time is up and I’d be satisfied 
if we died together

hit me up

anthropocene ft. atlas 🎉

merry christmas, everyone <3
thank you for an incredible year

shout out to everyone who worked on this:
@yungestbae (thanks for the godly beat <3)
@iamsamsa (if you need track art, hit him up)
@atwoodotj
@ibr
@chriswright53
@toccimc
@hheadhaunter
@boof-radley
@offthejump

merry Bhristmas

no one ever said (feat. samsa & the otj crew) (prod. yung bae)

prod @rainlord
mixed by @ibr

lyrics: http://pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

look, I won’t pretend I understand it babe, the afterlife and all
but as you died you promised me that you would try to write or call
and I’ve been waiting ever since, every sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults
and roll your corpse into the living room and try and find your pulse and then repine at the results, I’ve even got my windowsills lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, shrunken shrines of human skulls and other signs of the occult but now I’m at a fucking loss, cause honey, nothing seems to work…
 
like I’ve been astrally projecting my body beyond my dreams
through the fabric of space and time so you could me spot me at the seams
I ventured through the upside-down hoping you caught me in between
but maybe if you’ve got the tech, then you could haunt me on my screens
 
like you should infiltrate my news feed
I swear no one would notice
you could float beside some bogus buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS
be a pixelated phantom ghost
on clickbait propaganda posts
and dictate what you’re thinking through a catchy headline
like “one weird reason why it’s great to be ethereal”
or “twenty signs you’re dead now and your soul is immaterial”
 
or if it’s late at night then you could swoop in from the shadow realm
and talk to me through pop-up ads that show up over adult films
on anything you’re into, we could start with milf, or facial,
you could beam your interspatial spirit into interracial
if you’re feeling sorta formal, we could pizza date on Skype
and I could call the coroner over n’ we could share the corner slice and when it’s time to go to bed, then we could leave our cameras on
and if the netherworld has one-day shipping free on Amazon
 
then you could slumber as you ship yourself, I swear this shit delivers quick
or send me the address and I could meet you by the river styx
I’d twitter beef with Namtar by the Tigris and Euphrates
I could snap you while I’m snagging sacred threads of life from Hades
I would loot Duat and photocopy-pirate the papyus,
change the records and then have a Facebook flamewar with Osiris  
and either way, I can’t wait to talk or reunite,
I’ve been so lonely since you died, I’ve tried to walk towards the light
and if the Gods of Death oppose our harmless want to reconvene
then maybe we could sneak you by ‘em if you haunt me through a screen

the rest of the lyrics: pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

haunt me on twitter

haunt me

Cut the trees but don't cut the Forest

Instrumental by Austin Jaye
https://soundcloud.com/austin-jaye

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Dont Cut The Forest (Prod. by Austin Jaye)

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









. 



.


.
but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

atlas. - books of war (prod. poison flowerz)

GIRLFRIEND

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First appearance of Californian cruiser LAKEY INSPIRED on Chillhop Records and his track "Saydee" out on the latest Chillhop Summer compilation! 🌊

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Saydee

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Bluetint (prod. Soul Pandemia)

AndrewClay