Drowsy - Banes World (slowed + reverb)

a self-reflection on a couple soul ties.
a thought frozen in time.

#MIXEDBYPRK

frozen

Flow (prod. by J Dilla)

Lethal Interjection

matrix: kwaito jump

for my reintegrated baddies 🩵
17 songs // 17 star

playin records in planet_my_room_2 on 4/11/25

some times out loud // some times headphones 

breathe in breathe out

image is cropped from “night dream” by kenneth victor young 🌌

its wild yall get this 4 free

mostly a janet osei tribute 

enjoy the crunch <3

matrix: highlife+ (thank u ghana)

m0t1on (tsunami)

(I don’t actually speak French, just google translated it)
And you know that I know that you miss me, I didn’t want fight this, Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Ali, just to name a few, I’m not them, I’m a lover not a fighter, anyways it’s not contest, the concept’s as broke as pockets,  and I choke in remembrance the way that I treated you though you keep coming back, déjà vu voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir, C’est pas grave, excuse the French, I’m star, So when I burn, it’s not just fire, it’s an exothermic epidemic.  That’s light in August, how I’m shinning on ya. 
And you know that I know that you fronting, on some Neptunes type thing, I’m typing, deleting, romancing. Just to name a few, I can’t sleep, don’t want sleep, I want you, don’t you let me too deep, too Tutu, I’m preaching. Your voodoo erupting. In this heat, on the beat, a fortnight, I’m fortright, my heart tight as fort wayne. No dice. We played games, we both lost. And now I miss you. The cancerous, glamorous, free of rust, shinning, glossy lips, to lick the tip. Cold as ice-berg, nowadays nice but only with words. 
For four months, under summer sun, From high haze, to low points, for four months. I search ways to repent for dark days. For four months From mid may To au-gust No love lost For four months I kill time I seek rhyme I burn time For four months One hundred...blunts Just being approximate.
You know what? I think I’m falling down, the Vicodin a vice as much verse vying for the finer things. Designing all the flames to match name, Mercury since ninety-four, I been the coldest metaphor for rising, running, learning curving haters swerving, world observing, music churning…mythology, no need for apologies, I’m not here for Socrates, I don’t know a matyr, you don’t know my matter is; It’s mice and men and chasing cheese and chicks instead of chance to breathe. (And I just wanna breathe)

august (prod. by ISAIAHD)

I'm tired of hoarding all the music I record. Heres something for Valentines Day.

august (prod. by ISAIAHD)

Mercvry 94

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