this is a national anthem for all those homeboiz who don't got 0 bitches. fuck, I've loved this track for yrz

Good song to drink too, hope everyone out there doing good. I don’t know ya but it’s gonna get better.

niga

Album "Khaak"
Executive Producer:Moji Salimi
Beat Producer:Rama Low(https://youtu.be/WRkgM3HAzxA?feature=shared)
Production:Studio Lofa

Khale Pirezan

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)

We could fly away
just give me a call

snapchat me videos of you listening to rocket man. 
Username: alebro112

words @atlas
unspoken words @landosmusic

lyrics to help you sing along!: https://genius.com/Al-x-the-great-rocketman-lyrics

Rocketman (feat. atlas) (prod. lando!)

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

wake up, it's time for bool

@nosentences

got my eyes on the computer screen, tryna work my digits in
fidget with the lettering but never with the sentences
pause check the clock, and it appears it's six a.m. again
another night wasted or another day finished
and my mind is steady running in place
i don't wanna fall asleep, 'cause i've got so much to say
but i don't wanna stay awake and keep exhaustion at bay
because i presently am dead inside the bed where i lay
i might as well work now, maybe it could suffice
as more a method of confusion than a dip into life
it's like my body parts are planning out an intricate heist
but my mind is logged in on a different device
and my session expired, i'm exceptionally tired
every step is like fire straight from my head to my toes
see, i'm an excellent liar when i've slept the required
8 or 7 hours prior, but at present i'ma go the fuck to sleep and--

*bwoooooooooomp*

okay rise and shine, hello to the ladybugs
insert several other stupid phrases about waking up
rub the sleep out of my eyes and view the clock that hangs above
and hit the snooze a couple times to keep my hours 8 or plus
check my phone once, twice, three times, four
just so i can see the second i'm messaged by mon amour
for a date or a small excursion straight to a donut store
where i'm holding an open door to convey that i'm spoken for
and it's great, it's a total score, it's a wonderful set of things
that exist in my present bubble of love where the petals sing
as they're blooming on every flower, moving to better springs
engulfed in a heavy shower of rain that the weather brings
and... even though my days might be presented slow
they pass before my eyes at higher rates than even jets can go
and the cycle will repeat itself like history and reddit posts
so what's the point in fighting it? i'm staying up and letting go

alarm (prod. no sentences)

download <3

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter and @iamsamsa

Produced by:
https://soundcloud.com/xmittens

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

Stay tuned on our Social Media

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and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

i’m not your average superhero, 
i don’t wear a cape or tights
and you won’t catch me slinging webs through cityscapes, 
i’m scared of heights
i’m not your textbook superhero
i can’t levitate or fly
but if you pass the sunday crossword, I won’t hesitate to try
i’m not the type  of vigilante who goes off avenging homicides
more the kind to just correct your comma splice,
constructive criticism supervillain, yes, i’m honest when I prompt advice
but even when a novice writes I always leave my comments nice, 
leap buildings in a single bound, y’all should see the way my fingers race
through city streets of letter keys whether double or single-spaced
faster than a speeding bullet
if you’re talking words per minute
write so comprehensive each bullet loin t holds the world within it  
power like a locomotive, discipline of sage strength 
essays that I write are twenty pages past the page length 
not the man of steel but when i sit to write i’ve got no kryptonite 
as long as i’ve got coffee i can sip tonight 
call me cyclops, i’ve got laser vision page revision,
not a next-gen x-men, but i’m crazy with the red pen  
mutant when I’m writing, yes, my drafts have got evolving genes
watch me wielding clauses like I'm wolverine

I’m not your average superhero, I don't mask my voice like this/
secret identity's dull, I don't see a point in it/
I'm not out here to save the world on day/night protocols/
I just take my Pryde in sentence structure, phase right through the walls of text/
polished, read a second time, kind of like Professor X/
but I read essay lines instead of minds until they're all correct/
triple check that proper punctuation ends it/
perfect verbs with fantastic nouns like Ben Grimm/
spin webs of any size and catch a reader's attention/
nab plagiarists like flies, I write with tingling senses/
swing right overhead with lines of super tensile strength/
fingers type like streaks of light, whether past or present tense/
I arrive just in time, type more than Cyborg/
not Robin, no red or green underline eye sores/
I channel Raven, write in style of Edgar Allen Poe/
no green eyes, but tackle any beast of rhetoric that you know/
they can call me any hour, but they view it as a lesser power/
when my essays get an A on top, like Avenger's tower/
in the meantime I think I'll go into hiding/
a reckless vigilante with his helmet on, still writing/

Headhaunter x samsa - Superlative Heroes

This one has been in the works for a long time, and I'm happy to give it to you all! I hope you enjoy it and please like and share, rp's save lives!
As always, mixed by @halberd-3000 and as mostly art by @chrosky
Produced by @geo_1022 and amazing feature by @kill-bill-on-the-beat

Tonight (x Kill Bill x Garrett)

Written by: Reed Pake & paper latte
paper latte's SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/paperlatte
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/playfulryan
Mixed/Mastered by: Blindsightmix & John Garcia
Album Cover by: Nick O'Neil

Breathing Canvas (feat. paper latte) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Breathing Canvas (feat. paper latte) [prod. Playful Ryan]

Out now, everywhere: http://hyperurl.co/OMNI


Thank you HighSnobiety for the premiere! bit.ly/ALWassup

Shout out @madeintyo & @snatraraps 
additional prod. @judgebeats <3 <3 <3

Wassup

Stream on Spotify

Wassup ft. MadeinTYO & S'natra

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/pivot1
mixed by https://soundcloud.com/ibr

I wrote this song about one of my childhood best friends that i can't see right now but always believed in my music, love you Karson.

Also thank you guys so much for 5k followers on soundcloud, yalls support means the world to me and trust i got some crazy ish for yall come summer

Lyrics:

Almost. .done with the day
I got a lot on my brain
I got caught in my waves while my homie caught him a case
I saw myself on a playlist
Thought I'd send him the great-
News like I'muhn make it like you always would say
I took a pic of the playlist then I sent it his way
I know that he can't see it. .and that got to me-e
I just want my homie back
Blockin out the noise smokin on this loud pack 

Now I'm so sedated
And gettin high like it's overrated
Grab the low and take it I'm getting boosted like subs and basses
On some OTJ shit we really do this got subs and bases
Seen a ton of faces, from outer houston to outer space and
How is you an alien, talk to my crew but you speaking basic
I ain't got no penthouse yet, don't keep it basic
My ph is nada, nill, zero
That shit'll burn ya speakers 
Ain't no cape but feel like a hero right now with all I'm saving

And you will be alright
Unfold your wings and fly
Yes you will be in my
Mind
Oh best friend

You been wishy washy 
I'm sitting calling
Achilles got me trippin, falling
No need for healing
I'm not anybody
Kill me softly
I just been keeling over
Sniffing sobbing
Dont want any sympathy 
From you or your shitty posse
Gettin gaudy, yeah you got money now
That solve your problems?
Still got problems
I just been running now from everybody
Only do this shit to support mines and my only family
Waiting for my brother to come home I don't want no one else
I'm sendin texts to your phone but you can't unlock ya cell and-
I swear I do this all for you man

But hey, let's sit and look up at the bright side
Your little brothers killing shit so you can get your shine when it's time
I grind cuz I got people to invest in
Like best friends, I feel like Nike when checkin my check list
Swoosh
My future bright like my juice
They said no rhymes for orange now I'm feelin formidable
I live my life for pourin some of my fortune into yours too
I'm spending nights recording all these songs to raise through the roof
I mean my salary cap 
I'm charged up like a battery pack
And life's a battle so our hat's to the back
Ah?
Look like Ash when I catch em off guard with the fire
You hittin dabs to compete but I'm still gettin higher
Funny that huh?
We running rabbits
But we been juking them so can't nobody grab us
I guess that you just had some bad luck
Swear to god bro I'm finna fix that stuff

Spotify

Best Friends (prod. by park bird)

Loyal (prod. by Kydd Jones & TyOnDaTrack)

Icon (prod. by TyOnDaTrack)

MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nR0abQhfsA)

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/geo_1022
additional vocals by  https://soundcloud.com/geo_1022 & 
https://soundcloud.com/khaidreams
mixed by me
cover art by H.S. Naji & Katherine Franklin

Lead Single off of the "loverboy" EP dropping August 20th

Follow me on social media!
insta: instagram.com/iamatwood
twitter: twitter.com/atwoodotj


Lyrics:

It was just one. .lonely night inside of paradise 
To. .my homegirls house she won't shut up about this three. .way that she done had the other night.
Like for-give me I do not wanna hear bout that shit
Five
Middle finger five 
Middle finger five
Fuckin die
Bitch you haunt my mind
You know who you tryin
You know i'm
-so caught up in all this 
-you know I think about us
-you know i ain't been honest
-you just tryna push yo buttons
Oooo yeeeeah with that same old shit
I'll make a song yeah yeah
We'll be great again
I dig myself my own grave
But you don't fret to push me in
And I know that I lost my way
But you been a little less than a friend
Yeah yeah yeah but she don't get that
We dont kick back
I'll move on when I get my shit back
I'll move on in like 13 months, when I don't got no songs to write about your bitch ass
Kiss ass not this time
Caught flak double back to the west side
Thought path like, "yeah i'll get it next time"
Stay runnin this cycle til it's dry

And she said she couldn't care less
And I dont think that made me care less
×2

A whole lotta shit 
Don't let me catch you walking through that metropolitan
Spittin all yo hollow tips through all of my accomplishments 
I'm polishing a bottle off
Baby we could make a molotov lookin for that new flame
I ain't superman
But I'm up to bat
Like Bruce Wayne
Cop that dusse
And we be off the gac
Why you got that blue face babyyy 
Because you fuckin 2 faced babyyy 
You said you kept one hundreds
I kept hundred and one
You wouldn't be a bright idea if you was under the sun
And see I try to steer clear but I been prone to missing exits 
Saw a better life, but merging can be hard when you're so reckless 
You the solar to my plexus
Solo dolo if you ask me
Double back on everything I say, take the back seat
'Member last week
We was fine we wasn't sweating
But these days you'd think that hot yoga was my profession, shit

And she said she couldn't care less
And I dont think that made me care less
×2

Music Video

Careless (Prod. by Garrett.)

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

Best Friends (prod. by park bird)

Atwood

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