Cookie #1 (Slow Down) is the first iteration of the cookie series, a succession of loose tracks, each baked within a single day. 

Written, produced and performed by At Mos

Mixing and mastering by Valentin Pirio (Instagram @piriovalentin)

Artwork by Nikita Guedj (Instagram @nikita_guedj)

Lyrics:

Welcome, welcome, welcome everybody to the At Mos

Walls closing in, getting tunnel vision
Everything going up and down, head spinning
Can't breathe let me out, I'm daydreaming
Hallucinating, waves keep crashing
Hands can't stop shaking
So I use the notes as an antidote
Feel like a poet writing anecdotes
It allows me to cope and keep afloat
I might be at fault chasing a pot of gold
But I'd rather be on the same boat as my homies
Than spend my days in a lab coat
I devote my all to the craft
Strain my throat but it all sounds daft
Ask myself "will I make it?"
And my gut replies "Can the pope's dick fit through a donut?"
Who knows?

Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down
(At Mos)
Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down

Oriental loop, Sam I am like Seuss
I'm a little more than a man, like Zeus
I stand tall on top of Mount Olympus
I twist around like a gymnast
On the groove, we're the new school
This a who's who of who's you and me, don't fool
Yourself into thinking I rap nonsense
I got a sensitive moral compass
I been around campus, I'm young
Louder than Angus, undone
Is my vow silence
AOC versus big business
Like a vaccine to the sickness
I bring evidence, call a witness
Their abuse is relentless
An overzealous breed predestined
To manifest a greed so reckless

Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down
(At Mos)
Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down

(I'm a little bit worried ...)
(I'm a little bit worried ...)
I'm a little bit worried 'bout our species
End up rolling around in our own feces
Today we dissect pigs into pieces
Sell em in the stores next to French cheeses
Pray baby Jesus never hears about this
Clear you conscience, sins to dismiss
Ignorance is a bliss, I'm bored but not amiss
Before I learned to piss I was torn in the abyss
I swore never to miss anymore, never quit
Ignore the call of war, the roaring of the ships
The men on all fours attempting to resist
I can see them on the shore, forced to enlist
But the more they try the more they submit
Like toy soldiers imploring to exist
Might never come home to your wife and your kid
Didn't wanna take a life but you did

Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down
(At Mos)
Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down

Cookie #1 (Slow Down)

Cookie #2 (Undisclosed) is the second instalment of the Cookie Series, a succession of loose tracks meant to welcome you into our universe, piece by piece - cookie by cookie. 

Written, produced and performed by At Mos

Mixing and mastering by So$$VYDE (Instagram @sossayde)

Artwork by Nikita Guedj (Instagram @nikita_guedj)

Lyrics:

It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pourin my soul in the beats, you feel it right?
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y’all can’t deny
(x2)

Start anew, erase all of the members from my crew
Except the three that move with me,
If I asked you could you rule with me?
If I challenge you it’s not a duel, you see
Just a friendly competition, three addicts on a mission
Tryna take over the rap game is so stale
Fuck the radio we ain’t here for the stations
Whoever felt liberated by a blank page?
Writer’s block holds a glock to my patience

Had a dream last night that I made it to the top 
Had a quick taste of glory then woke up to the clock
Time to hustle, fight the struggle with my mind not my muscle
Violence is a compass to the map of incompetence
Your rap a consequence of a lack of confidence
Masculinity flex, hiding complex insecurities
I’m perplexed by the mundanity, these contests of popularity
What a grotesque society 

It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pourin my soul in the beats, you feel it right?
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y’all can’t deny
(x2)

Notorious as a laureate 
You can warn the historians of my glory
Don’t need a Delorean to head back to the future 
If you rap I can bet you: come at me, 
I’ll shoot you in the back, gasp, asthma attack 
When you hear me on the track
Duplicitous lies, I play both sides of the isle, just like a democrat
Discard the packs and scars and call me two-face, 
Thats my new name, I spit the renew faith

Candid shot, microphone raised up
What a sight, a delight to wake up
Looking for shit to rap about
My main allies by my side, punching the air
Sound of lullabies and soliloquies rising in the groove lair
Weapons drawn, a notepad and a tiny piece of paper
Both bring piece of mind, 
One to write rhymes and one to roll another

It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill
(Cookie #2 y’all)
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill


Release date:
6 January 2022
Explicit

Cookie #2 (Undisclosed)

Written, produced and performed by At Mos

Mixing and mastering by So$$VYDE (Instagram @sossayde)

Artwork by Karim Oyarzabal (Instagram @karim_oyarzabal)

Lyrics:
 
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low (been cooped up in my den)
Keep your head down low (lately, lately)
Let me tell you
 
Lately been cooped up in my den
Blank page and a pen as a best friend
Fill the space with the words I lend (you)
‘Till the world end, never to forget (never to forget them)
Time to wake up and take a walk
On the mild side, I’m a mile high, call me Tony Stark
Pretending to defend the weak
That’s the job of the knight not police in the streets y’all
The world turning into a brawl
Super smash but you only got one life, it’s your own
Be careful if you want the cheat codes
Game in easy mode when you pay the big loads
Don’t blink or you might miss your chance
Ignorance ain’t no bliss, take a quick glance (gotta take a quick glance)
Fates and fortunes are fragile 
The future no more than a fool’s gamble

Keep your head down low (different boxes)
Keep your head down low (people write checks, write checks)
Keep your head down low (people write checks, different boxes)
Keep your head down low (people still write, people write checks)
Let me tell you
 
You know people write checks but they live in different boxes and
When we hit the decks, witness the masses
Flocking as sheep to the herd,
Paying their taxes, feeding the foxes, earning their toxins
That’s a lot to unwrap
Some bars I should rather take back
But like a present, I give em with a bow and
When I pass the mic, I exit with a bow
Lo and behold, these know-it-alls
Scolding folks, and hoping to stall
Progressive protests,
Prone to stress the importance of the process
Like “man just go out and vote!
Pray for a candidate addressing your woes!
Meanwhile let me dive in my pool of gold”
Every Scrooge has a Donald under his control
 
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low (listen to him, gotta feel the vibe in it)
Keep your head down low (can you hear me?)
Keep your head down low
Let me tell you
 
Keep your head down low
We can groove in the Kush Grove
As I walk through the great gates
My problems like a gangrene
Got a lot on my plate as of late
Dissipated by the great greens
My mind suffocates, I can’t breathe
Love, doubt, fear, hate,
I can feel, but I really can’t think straight
Bystander to my own fate,
Can anyone relate? What to do?
Should I tolerate until it all detonates in my face?
My word resonates on the page, but the pace
Of my thought slows down, as I go through the haze
Dreaming isn’t the end game (it slows down)
You gotta get that record in a frame

Keep your head down low
Keep your head down
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low

Kush Grove

Written, produced and performed by At Mos

Mixing and mastering by So$$VYDE (Instagram @sossayde)

Artwork by Nikita Guedj (Instagram @nikita_guedj)

Lyrics :

Open scene, it’s morning, cast away the dreams
The light of the day brings means of seizing green ambitions
But my foremost need is of a special solution
A cup of fresh ground beans and some noise pollution
I head to the balcony holding a rollie in my teeth
Clear my mind of the day before only to rebuild it piece by piece
And I sense intensity, insensitive worries stressing my peace
Got a world ahead of me, 
Only got two eyes and two feet, one life and no sleep 
That’s a poor position, my feelings a prison, I seek a prism
A change of pace, a vision, to pave the way
I make a move and head for the door, 
Grab my coat cause you never know
How the weather’s gonna be, will I find the sunny side of the street?
I make for the park, a safe haven, oasis
A place to embrace nature, respite from the dangers of city life
Damn it! I just now realized, I forgot my pipe
I guess a spliff will suffice
(Yeah this is)

Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation 
This is for all of you 
Bringing you medication

Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation 
This is for all of you 
Bringing you medication

This is poetry 
This is poetry

Sitting on a park bench, finna quench my thirst for peace 
I’m at my worst, thoughts and convictions are bleak
I’m hoping to get nursed by nature’s grandeur
In the morning hour, a flame sparks my reefer
I await my mind’s liberation
Engage in my contemplative disposition,
I sit back, relax, engage my mind, erase my lines 
Embrace the haze, the rage fades to black
When suddenly a dog’s bark pulls me out of my stupor, 
The sound of birds gets louder and louder
I raise my eyes, take a gander at the people around me 
There’s few, no one talks, it feels like a silent movie
I break into soliloquy but none can hear me,
Settle down in this newfound reality
When from the heaven comes a drop that nests itself
At the top of my head and the light fades, cue the refrain
(Yeah this is)

Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation 
This is for all of you 
Bringing you medication

Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation 
This is for all of you 
Bringing you medication

This is poetry
This is that funk elation 
This is poetry

Obscurity starts to creep up on the city
As the sky weeps, I diverge from the street
Seek refuge, from the cloak of an oak tree
Safe from the deluge, I pull out a smoke treat
Bout to light the fucker when I realize
No more gas in my lighter, let out a little sigh
Take a look around in search of a savior
Spot a peculiar man with a stoner’s behavior (Hey!)
Excuse me sir, but do you have a light?
Cause I got a doobie here I just can’t do without
Pulls out his pocket a Bic, hear the sound
As I turn back around to thank him, not a soul to be seen
Was it all a dream? I lean back on the bark
Hear a crack, leave a mark, need a snack, munchies spark
And I think to myself, “dang flabbit we need some cookies up in this bitch”

Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation 
This is for all of you 
Bringing you medication

Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation 
This is for all of you 
Bringing you medication

Open Scene

Written, produced and performed by At Mos
Additional backing vocals by Charlotte Lescar

Mixing and mastering by So$$VYDE (Instagram @sossayde)

Artwork by Maeva Delacroix (Instagram @maevadelacroix_photography)

Lyrics:

In days
Now spent
In phase 
We swore

In days now spent we moved as one, united
In phase we swore to remain, nearsighted
Oh so misguided
We gave credence to a promise
Deep beneath the surface
Ash is any fire’s fate
Illusion of solace, 
Forever is dishonest
Why must all things decay? 

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry 
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry 
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope
Better save yourself, it’s not so bad being alone 
You know, blaze a trail and walk down your own road

We’re like a candle I’m afraid to blow out
So scared of the fallout, no hope now
Gotta pull the plug before it blows up
And it throws us overboard 
Two lost souls, stuck in a storm with nowhere to go
A ship lost at sea, never to find a way home

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry 
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry 
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

The Sea Calls Her Home

Written, produced and performed by At Mos
Mixing and mastering by So$$VYDE
Cover art by Michael Chereau

Lyrics:

With ease, I put the blindfold on
And I squeeze the breaks and tell myself hold on
Withdrawing from the path meant
In the past tense, I was bent
On excelling and perfecting my pen
Time lapse, fast forward, four or five years passed
Struggle to revive my drive, and I refuse
To look at my life right her eyes
I'm a mile high prior to the sunrise
At night I get scared of the dark and so I stay in my cave
And I stare at the stark illusions made of shade
Being drawn then erased
Fueled by a raging fear of facing my fate
But still I'm aging
Truly I'm aware it's a farce
I swear I'm aware, not that you'd care
But when dared to embark and meet the world head on
I just sit back, and put my blindfold on
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
 
Time flies, but I forgot my wings
I hear God only gives them to angels and kings
I've walked in the dark, led by the string of my heart, played my part
But here's the thing,
I've been blind behind the mask
Time to face the task, drop the flask
Free myself from this prison of the mind
Say goodbye to the past, now the present to unwrap
Had enough of the dark no longer scared of the light
Desire to thrive, reach for glory, driver of my own story
Peak out of the cavern, forget the allegory
My shadows to govern, so shallow my fears, so stubborn
Tomorrow is near, take a turn and steer clear of the burn
I know the path seems narrow, but the end could be near
So don't get fooled by the shadows in the rear-view mirror
I see clearer, finally peace of mind
So I leave the cave and the blindfold behind
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes I dim the lights
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the light
 
Always in a hurry so we call it the human race
Always running to reach the fleeting feelings we chase
A lifelong dream, a relentless pursuit to reap the ripe fruit
But no one ever sees the roots that made them destitute
Deeper into the earth they sank
Often felt like they were soaking in a septic tank
But I'm skeptical. Is there a ladder out of this shit hole?
Cause down in the cesspool, a flower will never be able to bloom
It needs water, but all I got is pouring pain
Left in the dark too long, it's forgetting the sun's rays
It needs to get away, wishes it could stand up and start to pace
Sometimes thoughts are tied to a certain place
But it can't, cause it's like a tree, stuck in its ways
So it stands in a bland field with its blinding fears
Cause through the blindfold no one can see the tears it sheds
Waiting for better days
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes I dim the lights
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
 
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights

Blindfold

Written, produced and performed by At Mos
Backing vocals by Charlotte Lescar
Mixing and mastering by So$$VYDE
Cover art by Patrick Guedj

Lyrics :

Somewhere between a life foretold and a life predestined 

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air 
Just one more bar 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air 
Just one more 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air 
One more 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning 
Just one more 
(One more bar) 

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air, never-ending 
Mind-freeing thoughts churning in my head, daydreaming
Ink dripping from the pen dancing on the page in familiar ways 
Poured my heart out in these lines
Not so hard to see through the lines now 
A life full of contradictions, an asthmatic condition 
A chronic addiction now fanatic musician 
I reminisce about the past 
Do we all feel like outcasts to our own kind?
A lone mind won’t mind to be alone, right? 
Feel the edge closing waves crashing, slowly sinking 
Drowning in my own fears and failures, regret my lone passive behaviors 
The fallacies of my fantasies are sweet melodies, like remedies 
To my sorrows and anxieties, tomorrow no sobrieties 
Wanna borrow new memories, never show my insecurities 
Leave em down below in the obscurity and close the cellar door for eternity 
Bestow upon society a mere shadow of my identity 
Finally fit the mould, never felt so cold 
Why seek to conform if we’re all unique? 

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side 
One more bar and I’ll be comatose 
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast 
One more bar and it’s a suicide 
Too far gone I done picked a side 
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast 
Confined, in a bind out on the coast 

Yeah only 22 but I’m already tired, I hit a line or two so I’m already wired 
Puddle into a pool, dive in like a fool, follow me if you choose but the water ain’t fine 
Head under surface to hide from prying eyes, demons larger than life, terrify in size 
Dwelling at the bottom, prophecies of autumn, ageing alcohol turns to cyanide 
I fucked up a lot of things, do it over, change just about everything 
But nope, only get one shot and one chance to jot it all before the bell rings 
Never knowing what tomorrow brings, we march forth forgotten kings 
With burnt wings and broken homes, my pen sings in broken hopes 
That our curse may be lifted, Atlas gifted a pause, 
A mystic once told me it’s all scripted and since then, well I believed it
Deterministic perspectives, lack of interests and objectives
No incentive to invest myself if it’s all predestined 
My cynicism is immense, a sinister sinner’s fate
In a sense I evade my self-hatred hiding behind nihilistic intents 
I know my sentiments are dense, a mess of loose ends 
It’s just a fucking mess of loose ends 

You know when you get to that state where like, 
People take care of you 
You’re so far gone that you can’t even take care of yourself 
Sort of the definition of dependency 
Paper burning smoke rising in the air 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning smoke rising in the air 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning smoke rising in the air 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning 
(One more bar) 
Paper burning 
(Please one more bar) 

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide 
Too far gone I done picked a side 
One more bar and I’ll be comatose 
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast 
One more bar and it’s a suicide 
Too far gone I done picked a side 
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast 
Confined, in a bind out on the coast 
Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide 
Too far gone I done picked a side 
One more bar and I’ll be comatose 
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast 
One more bar and it’s a suicide 
One more bar and it’s a suicide 
One more bar 
(One more bar) 
Yeah one more bar 
(One more bar)

One More Bar

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Nikita Guedj - vocals, flute, violin, cello
Frantz Dervis - vocals, keys & synths, bass
Simon Solaro - vocals, guitar, bass
Samuel Solaro - vocals guitar, bass, keys

Charlotte Lescar - additional backing vocals (tracks 5, 6, 9, 12)
Esteban Ferré - additional backing vocals (track 6)

Erwan Abbas - mixing & mastering

Véronique Durruty - cover art photography
Elsa Chereau - cover art graphic design

The World Is Ahead

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics: 

Somewhere between a life foretold and a life predestined
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning (one more bar)
Paper burning (one more bar)

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air, never-ending
Mind-freeing thoughts churning in my head, daydreaming
Ink dripping from the pen dancing on the page in familiar ways
Poured my heart out in these lines
Not so hard to see through the lines now
A life full of contradictions, an asthmatic condition
A chronic addiction now fanatic musician
I reminisce about the past
Do we all feel like outcasts to our own kind
A lone mind won’t mind to be alone, right
Feel the edge closing, waves crashing, slowly sinking
Drowning in my own fears and failures
Regret my lone passive behaviors
The fallacies of my fantasies are sweet melodies
Like remedies to my sorrows and anxieties
Tomorrow no sobrieties
Wanna borrow new memories, never show my insecurities
Leave em down below in the obscurity, close the cellar door for eternity
Bestow upon society a mere shadow of my identity
Finally fit the mold, never felt so cold
Why seek to conform if we’re all unique

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast
Confined, in a bind out on the coast

Yeah only 22 but I’m already tired
I hit a line or two so I’m already wired
Puddle into a pool, dive in like a fool
Follow me if you choose but the water ain’t fine
Head under surface to hide from prying eyes
Demons larger than life, terrify in size
Dwelling at the bottom, prophecies of autumn
Aging alcohol turns to cyanide
I fucked up a lot of things
Do it over, change just about everything, but nope
Only get one shot and one chance to jot it all before the bell rings
Never knowing what tomorrow brings
We march forth forgotten kings
With burnt wings and broken homes
My pen sings in broken hopes
That our curse may be lifted, Atlas gifted a pause
A mystic once told me it’s all scripted
And since then, well I believed it
Deterministic perspectives, lack of interests and objectives
No incentive to invest myself if it’s all predestined
My cynicism is immense, a sinister sinner’s fate
In a sense I evade my self-hatred hiding behind nihilistic intents
I know my sentiments are dense, a mess of loose ends
It’s just a fucking mess of loose ends

You know when you get to that state where like,
People take care of you
You’re so far gone that you can’t even take care of yourself
Sort of the definition of dependency

Paper burning smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning (one more bar)
Paper burning (please one more bar)

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast
Confined, in a bind out on the coast
Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
One more bar and it’s a suicide
One more bar (one more bar)
Yeah one more bar (one more bar)

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics:

Tock tick tock goes the clock, it’s time to wake up
Fantasies are fallacies and i’m all out of luck
Like a sitting goose with a noose around my neck
It won’t get any looser soon I’ll hit the decks
Just waiting to get struck down, fuck a crown
King of monologues like puck, the marrow out of life I suck
I’m a dead poet in disguise, I don’t do it for the dimes
O captain, my captain, won’t live my life as a captive
I promise to seize every second sail the seas
Let the seasons set the pace of the race of a never-ending chase
Cause you never know when you’re gonna go
Just try to grow go with the flow
Row your boat on the stream of life
As a grain of sand in the hourglass
Time an illusion so sublime in conclusion all are blind
To their own design and condition
Life’s an endless exploration, don’t be careless one iteration
I’ll keep asking questions till my name on the grave

You better run
You better run, just run
Time must have a stop
You better run
Last page of a dream on my fingers
You better run, just run

Tick tock here goes the clock
Sprint sprint never walk
Better keep up with the pace
Better push hard from the block
We surface when the countdown starts
Just ask my heart
Only got a limited amount of beats
Until it all falls apart
It’s difficult to follow now
Might be tricky to follow now
We’re carrying candles, one a piece be careful
The wick is humid and fickle
We’re carrying candles, one a piece be careful
The flame is weak and unstable

You better run
You better run, just run
Time must have a stop
You better run
Last page of a dream on my fingers
You better run, just run

You better run
Time must have a stop
You better run

Time Must Have A Stop

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics: 

We’re carrying candles
One a piece be careful
The wick is humid and fickle
We’re carrying candles
One a piece be careful
The flame is weak and unstable
We’re carrying candles
One a piece be careful
The wick is humid and fickle
We’re carrying candles
One a piece be careful
The flame is weak and unstable

Time must have a stop
Time must have a stop

Time Must Have A Stop (Prelude)

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics: 

Leaving so soon?
Feeling caged by the walls of the room?
Don’t worry let go
You know to get high first you gotta get low
Your paranoia, all so normal
Self-medicate, it’ll solve your mental
Hesitation is a sin that’s gospel
Need more reasons I provide you with several

Wake up, wake up, mental hold up
Don’t listen to the voice telling you to suck it up
Drink more water, get home sober
Before you drown yourself at the bottom of your cup
Start over like another chapter
Better things worth running after
Money, fame, success and glamor
All excesses of working harder

Alright
Don’t listen to that half-brained
I’m your best friend, your guardian angel
Betray me once, and I’ll forgive you
Betray me twice, and I’ll fucking kill you
I’m short-tempered cause I live with blinders on
A career is a hill to die upon, for real
Don’t conceal your needs and die a pawn
Name’s temptation, I’m never wrong

Easy to be drawn, don’t you see
That life’s a marathon, you got a world to beat
Just keep calm and focus on the peak
In the meantime, gimme your soul to keep
Blessed with power is the path that I preach
Grapes turn sour when they’re left in the heat
Put your faith in me, the name’s ambition
Man, just be patient

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
The fuck you want
These goddamn voices in my head all day long
What do you want?
I said what you want from me?

Yeah well time flies and faith is a lie,
So live in the now don’t you dare bow to this dumbass
Quiet you child, your manners are wild
At the end of your ride is just a pile of regret don’t forget what’s best
You talk of manners bitch, wait for your turn
Make him earn the cash and I’ll watch it burn
You’re a fool, he was told not to play with fire
He needs to work, grow old and retire
Motherfucker, you’d have him be a cog in the machine
No I don’t make pawns I make kings and queens
Your delusions of grandeur will get the best of him
His fate is mine, I control his dreams
But do you know him, really?

You can run but you can’t hide
You can run but you can’t hide
You can run but you can’t hide
What do you want from me?
You can run but you can’t hide
What do you want from me? I said what you want from me?
What do you want from me? What the fuck do you want from me?
This noise in my head it’s too loud
Get the fuck out what do you want from me
I can run if I want to, enough of this shit
These voices in my head, goddamn voices in my head all day long
What do you want? What do you want?

What you want
Tell me what you want, oh tell me yeah
What you want,
Tell me what you want, oh tell me
What you want
Tell me what you want
What you want
Tell me what you want, oh tell me

You can run but you can’t hide
What you want
You can run but you can’t hide
What you want
You can run but you can’t hide
What you want
You can run but you can’t hide
Motherfucker you can run but you can’t hide so run
What you want
Tell me what you want
What you want
Tell me what you want

Noise Complaint

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics:

Music is my medicine, isolation my nemesis
Seeking help a pain, anxiety surge menaces
The clarity of my perspective, I scan the crowd like a detective
Cynicism, my new directive
Bout how many seconds has it been since you last smoked?
Ask my lungs, motherfuckers blacker than burned toast
Hate to see the fire burn low, if I tire before
My turn’s over retire my microphone
In my Shakespearian ways, I’ve stopped fearing the grave
I drop beneath the waves to drown, least I won’t go insane
Damn shame the human heart’s so temperamental
Emotions like a Screwtape, tempering with your mental
Only way I can share, is on the instrumental
Or the pen and the pad, guitar jamming with the pedals
I paid my dues, sang my blues
Now the devil awaits me down under

Assist in my soliloquy, solitude and hennessy
Wish I could improve, attenuate the heresy
Kinda lost hope, but who knows?
Life’s a long road, tides turn and waves roll

Been searching for ways, to contain my pain
Feel the blood through my vein
Smoking every morning to reach another plain
Of existence, for instance, appearance to maintain
Feel like a drop of champagne who got lost in the rain
The ocean of emotions in my heart must remain
You know it’s a crime to go against the grain
So I find peace every night with my princess Mary Jane
My thoughts to remain unchained in my brain
No problem is my emblem, I’m not one to complain
It just all seems so vain, I hear them shouting in refrain
“Order to maintain, swamps to drain”
Starting to wonder, how will I explain
To my child, the wonders that used to fill the plains
When did humane become linked with disdain?
Too much beauty has been slain, I’m starting to go insane

Assist in my soliloquy, solitude and hennessy
Wish I could improve, attenuate the heresy
Kinda lost hope, but who knows?
Life’s a long road, tides turn and waves roll
Assist in my soliloquy, solitude and hennessy
Wish I could improve, attenuate the heresy
Kinda lost hope, but who knows?
Life’s a long road, just watch the dice roll

The haze of the days that I spend doing nothing
The rays of the sun barely grazing my coffin
Let me rephrase, I’m addicted to endorphins
Amazed at the quantities I smoke to forget my sins
So I take another toke of the jive
Like an octopus I shed ink to survive
Pour my heart on the paper, take a dive deep down
Let the meaning choose the words not the other way around

Assist in my soliloquy, solitude and hennessy
Wish I could improve, attenuate the heresy
Kinda lost hope, but who knows?
Life’s a long road, tides turn and waves roll
Assist in my soliloquy, solitude and hennessy
Wish I could improve, attenuate the heresy
Kinda lost hope, but who knows?
Life’s a long road, just watch the dice roll

Soliloquy

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics: 

As the four travelers sat around the campfire
They peered into the darkness ahead
It was their last rest before the final stretch
“Can’t we stay here any longer?” said the first
“I fear we may never leave,” replied the second
And with synchronized motion they turned to the third companion
As if it were his turn to talk
But silently standing up he signaled it was time to move on
Without any more consideration they followed, for they knew
Their halt was neither result nor conclusion
But merely the catching of a breath before another dive

Entracte

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics:

With ease, I put the blindfold on
And I squeeze the breaks and tell myself hold on
Withdrawing from the path meant
In the past tense, I was bent
On excelling and perfecting my pen
Time lapse, fast forward, four or five years passed
Struggle to revive my drive, and I refuse
To look at my life right in her eyes
I'm a mile high prior to the sunrise
At night I get scared of the dark and so I stay in my cave
And I stare at the stark illusions made of shade
Being drawn then erased
Fuelled by a raging fear of facing my fate
But still I'm aging
Truly I'm aware it's a farce
I swear I'm aware, not that you'd care
But when dared to embark and meet the world head on
I just sit back, and put my blindfold on

Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights

Time flies, but I forgot my wings
I hear God only gives them to angels and kings
I've walked in the dark, led by the string of my heart
Played my part, but here's the thing
I've been blind behind the mask
Time to face the task, drop the flask
Free myself from this prison of the mind
Say goodbye to the past, now the present to unwrap
Had enough of the dark no longer scared of the light
Desire to thrive, reach for glory, driver of my own story
Peak out of the cavern, forget the allegory
My shadows to govern, so shallow my fears, so stubborn
Tomorrow is near, take a turn and steer clear of the burn
I know the path seems narrow, but the end could be near
So don't get fooled by the shadows in the rear-view mirror
I see clearer, finally peace of mind
So I leave the cave and the blindfold behind

Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes I dim the lights
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the light

Always in a hurry so we call it the human race
Always running to reach the fleeting feelings we chase
A lifelong dream, a relentless pursuit to reap the ripe fruit
But no one ever sees the roots that made them destitute
Deeper into the earth they sank
Often felt like they were soaking in a septic tank
But I'm skeptical. Is there a ladder out of this shit hole?
Cause down in the cesspool, a flower will never be able to bloom
It needs water, but all I got is pouring pain
Left in the dark too long, it's forgetting the sun's rays
It needs to get away, wishes it could stand up and start to pace
Sometimes thoughts are tied to a certain place
But it can't, cause it's like a tree, stuck in its ways
So it stands in a bland field with its blinding fears
Cause through the blindfold no one can see the tears it sheds
Waiting for better days

Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes I dim the lights
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights

Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights
Gonna roll myself a j
Kick it back for a while
Desires burning bright
In my eyes, I dim the lights

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics: 

In days now spent
In phase we swore

In days now spent we moved as one, united
In phase we swore to remain, nearsighted
Oh so misguided
We gave credence to a promise
Deep beneath the surface
Ash is any fire’s fate
Illusion of solace, forever is dishonest
Why must all things decay?

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope
Better save yourself, it’s not so bad being alone
You know, blaze a trail and walk down your own road
We’re like a candle I’m afraid to blow out
So scared of the fallout, no hope now
Gotta pull the plug before it blows up
And it throws us overboard
Two lost souls, stuck in a storm with nowhere to go
A ship lost at sea, never to find a way home

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope
Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope
Gotta burn some trees down
Gotta burn some trees down for a forest to grow
Don’t let them see you cry
Don’t let them see you cry, I’m learning to cope

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics:

Keep your head down low
Take a tug on the bowl
Lungs overflow
Keep your head clear
When you see yourself in the mirror
Fear disappears
Keep your goals in sight
Control of your life
Eyes on the prize
Keep your enemies marked
Your friends in your heart
That’s the hard part


Keep your head down low
Take a tug on the bowl
Lungs overflow
Keep your head clear
When you see yourself in the mirror
Fear disappears
Keep your goals in sight
Control of your life
Eyes on the prize
Keep your enemies marked
Your friends in your heart
That’s the hard part

Kush Grove (Reprise)

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics: 

Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low (been cooped up in my den)
Keep your head down low (lately, lately)
Let me tell you

Lately been cooped up in my den
Blank page and a pen as a best friend
Fill the space with the words I lend you
‘Till the world end, never to forget, never to forget them
Time to wake up and take a walk
On the mild side, I’m a mile high, call me Tony Stark
Pretending to defend the weak
That’s the job of the knight not police in the streets y’all
The world turning into a brawl
Super smash but you only got one life, it’s your own
Be careful if you want the cheat codes
Game in easy mode when you pay the big loads
Don’t blink or you might miss your chance
Ignorance ain’t no bliss, take a quick glance (gotta take a quick glance)
Fates and fortunes are fragile
The future no more than a fool’s gamble

Keep your head down low (different boxes)
Keep your head down low (people write checks, write checks)
Keep your head down low (people write checks, different boxes)
Keep your head down low (people still write, people write checks)
Let me tell you

You know people write checks but they live in different boxes and
When we hit the decks, witness the masses
Flocking as sheep to the herd
Paying their taxes, feeding the foxes, earning their toxins
That’s a lot to unwrap
Some bars I should rather take back
But like a present, I give em with a bow and
When I pass the mic, I exit with a bow
Lo and behold, these know-it-alls
Scolding folks, and hoping to stall
Progressive protests
Prone to stress the importance of the process
Like “man just go out and vote,
Pray for a candidate addressing your woes,
Meanwhile let me dive in my pool of gold”
Every Scrooge has a Donald under his control

Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low (listen to him, gotta feel the vibe in it)
Keep your head down low (can you hear me?)
Keep your head down low
Let me tell you

Keep your head down low
We can groove in the Kush Grove
As I walk through the great gates
My problems like a gangrene
Got a lot on my plate as of late
Dissipated by the great greens
My mind suffocates, I can’t breathe
Love, doubt, fear and hate
I can feel, but I really can’t think straight
Bystander to my own fate
Can anyone relate? What to do?
Should I tolerate until it all detonates in my face?
My word resonates on the page, but the pace
Of my thought slows down, as I go through the haze
Dreaming isn’t the end game (it slows down)
You gotta get that record in a frame

Keep your head down low
Keep your head down
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low

All music written, composed, and produced by At Mos
All tracks mixed and mastered by So$$VYDE

Lyrics:

Open scene, it’s morning, cast away the dreams
The light of the day brings means of seizing green ambitions
But my foremost need is of a special solution
A cup of fresh ground beans and some noise pollution
I head to the balcony holding a rollie in my teeth
Clear my mind of the day before only to rebuild it piece by piece
And I sense intensity, insensitive worries stressing my peace
Got a world ahead of me
Only got two eyes and two feet, one life and no sleep
That’s a poor position, my feelings a prison, I seek a prism
A change of pace, a vision, to pave the way
I make a move and head for the door
Grab my coat cause you never know
How the weather’s gonna be
Will I find the sunny side of the street?
I make for the park, a safe haven, oasis
A place to embrace nature, respite from the dangers of city life
Damn it, I just now realized, I forgot my pipe
I guess a spliff will suffice

This is poetry in motion
This is that funk elation
This is for all of you
Bringing you medication
This is poetry in motion
This is that funk elation
This is for all of you
Bringing you medication

This is poetry
This is poetry

Sitting on a park bench, finna quench my thirst for peace
I’m at my worst, thoughts and convictions are bleak
I hoping to get nursed by nature’s grandeur
In the morning hour, a flame sparks my reefer
I await my mind’s liberation
Engage in my contemplative disposition
I sit back, relax, engage my mind
Erase my lines, embrace the haze, the rage fades to black
When suddenly a dog’s bark pulls me out of my stupor
The sound of birds gets louder and louder
I raise my eyes, take a gander at the people around me
There’s few, no one talks, it feels like a silent movie
I break into soliloquy but none can hear me,
Settle down in this newfound reality
When from the heaven comes a drop that nests itself
At the top of my head and the light fades, cue the refrain

This is poetry in motion
This is that funk elation
This is for all of you
Bringing you medication
This is poetry in motion
This is that funk elation
This is for all of you
Bringing you medication

This is poetry
This is that funk elation
This is poetry

Obscurity starts to creep up on the city
As the sky weeps, I diverge from the street
Seek refuge, from the cloak of an oak tree
Safe from the deluge, I pull out a smoke treat
Bout to light the fucker when I realize
No more gas in my lighter, let out a little sigh
Take a look around in search of a savior
Spot a peculiar man with a stoner’s behavior
Hey, excuse me sir, but do you have a light?
Cause I got a doobie here I just can’t do without
Pulls out of his pocket a Bic, hear the sound
As I turn back around to thank him, not a soul to be seen
Was it all a dream? I lean back on the bark
Hear a crack, leave a mark,
Need a snack, munchies spark
And I think to myself
Dangflabbit we need some cookies up in this bitch

Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation
This is for all of you
Bringing you medication
Poetry in motion
This is that funk elation
This is for all of you
Bringing you medication

Home Is Behind

Three travellers and a muse bringing you homegrown, atmospheric grooves. Often contemplative, sometimes wild, always cinematic, At Mos unveils a musical journey taking hip hop to distant alternative lands. 

Formed in 2021 out of a desire to blend live instrumentation with contemporary music, At Mos is an alternative hip-hop band with pop, rock and psychedelic overtones. The group encompasses a female vocalist alongside three rappers and producers. 

Their inaugural album "Bridge to Nowhere," was released on February 9th. This self-produced record was designed to welcome you into their rich and genre-bending universe, delving into the complexities of loneliness, purposelessness, mental health struggles, and the shadows of addiction.

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