Atlas is Bae

killa. (prod. tkdwn)

shout out to my man nasty nick.
@tfnasty
@tkdwn

atlas & na$ty - gods (prod. tkdwn)

a four person collaborative effort featuring
@atlas
@purpan
@riskypatterns

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Bandcamp: http://belikegawdlee.bandcamp.com/
youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/idejiaf

titans

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gawdlee - titans. feat. Atlas (prod. purpan. x riskypatterns)

@alec-rogin-prod
@domoken
i hope you all enjoy this track, alec and i put a lot of time and work into it. <3

tears.like.rain (feat. alec) (prod. domoken)

@frinjj

follow this incredible producer!

i hope you guys enjoy this, it's the first track from the little ep i'm putting out before void.

:)

cruise control (prod. frinj)

Morning After (Remastered)

shouts to shru and graflab.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios. 
artwork by HUEDAGOD.
@shrushru
@iammusicli
@graflab
@sloppycereal

(looms.)

Yet again forgetting who I’m meant to be. 
Blame the evergreen presented as the remedy. 
On the 7th day he would always set the scene. 
Getting waved till the 7 seas came a calling.

He waits to meet the mariner upon a thousand rocks. 
Look him in the eye and ignore the albatross.
Presence deafening as the sounds of god.  
The whispers and murmurs break waves and shatter docks. 

Sending shocks through the planet; cracking at the granite.
The multi-story plazas where visits are a habit. 
It swallowed every juice bar and Hollister shop...
Leaving the temple burnt down like Solomon’s was. 

Said before how he’s walking at the deep end. 
Ironic how he’s far from only getting his feet wet.
He wept till the heavens ripped. Time to reminisce 
On the emptiness. His nemesis and so... 

(hook)

Choose to ignore the regrets in hindsight.
Oh how the time flies. X2
People spend their lives tryna clip its wings. X2

(shru)

The dragon is teething. Dragging and heaving. 
Adam and eve caught under blankets and screaming.
Adamant breathing as he planted the seed...
Laughing as the snake falls far from the tree.

What we'd sell, fell trees, burn heaven, freeze hell. 
To turn lights low and be held where she dwells. 
These tales I did not receive often from the doctor reads...
Conquer dreams without the help of bongs of weed. 

To nullify the stubborn mind as i'm off to sleep
or wheeze cough and sneeze for three sodding weeks. 
Stay where the trap plays. The blade in the ashtray.
Remain unscathed the numb age where we lack faith. 

Bars are tended. Pills after breakfast. 
Feel half as pregnant just chill nah forget it. 
These days feeling like a real Armageddon.
I guess the rebels die when they feel fathers presence. 

(hook)


as it used to be ft. shru ///  graflab

i wrote the first verse of this song a while back when i was going through alot of stressful stuff with my ex (well one of them) and the second half i wrote some time after all of that had died down and i found a girl that i felt was everything i needed. it didnt work out with the other girl either but i guess it says a lot that i dont have any other songs about her

Jealous

Gawd Village

gawdlee - jealous (prod. emune)

tHat part verse

much like summer as it dwindles through fields of its own heat and collapses into fall, i will slip slowly into sleep much easier as time passes by. 

i still fail to recognize, love or accept myself, but i think i'm coming closer to achieving that goal with each passing moment. 

thank you all; stay radiant. 

radiant

smile (prod. plcmnt)

ft. atlas [second verse]: https://soundcloud.com/atlas
beat [matador]: https://soundcloud.com/lordmatador
beat tomcbumpz: https://soundcloud.com/tomcbumpz

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change ft. atlas (prod. tom c x [matador])

@nosentences

admittance

art by http://www.instagram.com/cozylile

honesty (prod. no sentences)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6i5OFAQdqs

prod. by south.vibe 
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli at Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUE.

@southvb
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

shifting sands and shrinking plans
in these injured hands; kick the crabs in the bucket. 
happy enough in the shack, slacking and slumped in his habits
gagging to covet trapped in a parish of puppets...
fuck it. 
this ain't nothing but a test
lover running for the best, covers flooding on the chest. 
sullen and depressed 
words woven just to wipe away the woe... to find the face.
he cried for days still, 

silent sneers chime in titans ears 
and kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds.
the sands flow like rivers until the sun sets. 
the sands flow like rivers until the sun rests. 
'nough stress as the clock face screams
so we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

with this song he put the ruby to the lip. 
tongue tied lucy on the tip. 
dumb fights, mum cried, lucy in the whip. 
apple of the eye and now he chewing on the pip. 

every day same old shit different day now.
all the grey clouds stay; shamed as rain pounds. 
chained down by fate paved since the stained gown. 

it's february again.

f e b r u a r y    a g a i n  /// south.vibe (video in bio)

@g-sco

we are really fucking out here, boys

let's go

TAKE ANOTHER STEP (PROD. G-SCO)

@junyii

LYRICS:
killin' beats but i break away as innocent
i run the club, and none you cats gettin' membership
got a holy grail full of lean when i grip and sip
and i'm finna mix that shit quick with a mister pib
i've been in the crib grindin' like a coffee bean
C.R.E.A.M. bumping loud in the whip while i'm off the green
bars so hard got 'em saying that i'm awfully mean
just a cocky fiend, 'cept i got versace sheets
always been more awkward teen, less philosophy
got me skating by on thin ice like a hockey team
please don't talk to me unless you got a lot of cheese
i'm so sharp, run the field like a soccer cleat
game under lock and key, 'cept i got them cheat codes
faded, sitting and taking shots until i reload
y'all want beef, i turn the scene into a bistro
ballin' so hard you think i'm curry, but i'm me, tho...

muerte

CURRY (prod. junyii)

nine.two on the beats.
artwork by HUE.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios.

@ninetwobeats
@sloppycereal
@iammusicli

let the smoke dance pirouette in suns. 
he been a mess, given cess sitting kept in lungs. 
while the sinner wept and dribbled debt upon a page of a4
solemn days and shade like what is it we’re made for? 

remember when we’d meet and keep it illicit. 
speaking logistics, her day and keeping me in it. 
needed to live it just to get to see the chosen path for he 
who bleeds the broken artistry, haemoglobin harmonies 

and hypertension tetra chords drop out the vocal. 
float like the boats out in Constantinople. 
not nows for know-alls. time speaks of honesty
In tones dry of modesty. throttling the prodigies

clobbering the righteous. never understood
so they colonized the island with weapons for woods. 
Embedded in the bush he found hope in himself 
and wrote notes soaked in oaths I hope nobody tells.

walks /// nine.two

There is a good 99% chance I don't care for you.

atlas & na$ty - gods (prod. tkdwn)

atlas

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