OG's (feat. Chillinit)

Sometimes

GINGERS (knickers)
Crafty Barnardo & Picasso Madonna

GINGERS (knickers)

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Ego Chill (Prod.Picasso Madonna)

Sounds from Tuesday evening

Fisherman's Blues

SOULS COME, SOULS GO

Iridescent light be callin searchin for a soul

Lately I been fallin deep and dark within a fucking hole 

Feelin cold 
No ones home 
But yet the lights are always on 
at the end I’m dead and gone I’m always  doin this alone 

But I don’t give two fucks
What a motherfucker think he gonna say about another brother say it to my face 

Put him in his place 

Cos the motherfucker sleepin in the gutter 
Let another pussy suffer to the mace 

Trapped in perpetual searching cos I have lost all of the things that I valued in space 

Space being mind I can’t find where the line not to cross goes to hide 

But Its in my mind that is where it lies 
It resides 

Click click clack 
To your back 

Every motherfucker gonna get a blade and attack 
Cos we lack 
Basic decency to be the homies friend for free

Always wanting more but never be there when mothetfuckers need to lean 
And I see
What I need 
Cos you fake ass wannabes 
Always gonna be the ones that imma never wanna be cos I’m me
Never gonna walk up in my jeans
Keep it real or you gon feel ya knees buckle and release
Then you cease 
Breathin 

Keep em way down underneath that’s six feet deep

Let the maggots fuckin feast 
On the meat 

Searching for my soul I see the way I wanna be

And fuck a fake as motherfucker tryna drag me down cos he don’t know me 



Searching for a soul 
But it’s gone
Never comin home 

Darkness gettin cold
But I know 
This is not for long 


Keepin the peace but the bullshit exceeds all the effort I bleed for the ones that be leavin 

Seein the colours emerge through the skin of the pussies that aint what they say they are bein 

I don’t give a fuck and now the pussies outta luck 

Cos instead of being humble all these pussies chasin buck 

And I swear to any god that imma run a fuckin muck

Cos I’m sick of these busters that thinkin they tough  

Rappin got no flow
Lyrics are a no show
Think you gonna test me boy 
You know I’m boutta blow tho 

Growin pretty slow bro 
Get up out my phone hoe
Leavin you behind and now you gettin fuckin fomo 

You know Ill rep immortal till the fuckin death

My last breath 

I will use to tell you that you’ve made a fuckin mess

SOUL SEARCH (Prod. SXMPRA)

written/performed by SEPHA.
prod. CHIO. (https://soundcloud.com/user-780638133)
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Lyrics:

I'm thinkin bout all of the cycles i've already done 
in a short space of time
in a short space of life
in a short space of time
in a short space of life

you come to me like the past
when things were original
the present is so unoriginal (oh)
the future might be so typical (oh)
i want the interstellar shit
(x2)

well I watch you go
down the same roads now
and the fashions repeated out
and all the same discussions
well I watch you go
down the same roads now
with the fashions repeated out
and all the same discussions

all 
all falls

you come to me like the past
when things were original (oh)
the present is so unoriginal (oh)
the future might be so typical (oh)
i want the interstellar shit
(x2)

i want the interstellar shit (oh)
x8

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