Chilling aF

First single from the debut album '@Peace And The Plutonian Noise Symphony' 
Out March 2014. Preorder now at http://at-peace.bandcamp.com/

@Peace - Gravity

one from the archives..currently in the process of moving..new grooves coming.

stillness.

cold // biggie

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Kill The Negatives (prod. Blended Babies)

A french track about Turbo et Glock, combined with zome dutch wordz.

Turbo et Glock

Lil' Joey [wayne]

Na$ty - Shadows (Prod. Konchis)

[Original Track] = River Echo by ('i's') @n95-chris

Blessings to ('i's') for hitting me with some tracks a couple weeks back. Got home from the road Monday and sat down to write.

Written 9/12/16 - Recorded 9/13/16
No mix no master. Through the laptop mic.

This one is for the cats. Human and feline. The Pablos, the Poches, the Nicks and the Jims. Rip.

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in the land, in the land
cats close at hand
move on to better lands
heaven is that state of mind

as the wind dripped through chrysalis
my avarice buried the threats
mysteries carried my mind swept
away with the tides tinged
mention my blindness
only to find friends
hoping for sympathy
at times when
i don’t believe in myself
when i relieve from my shelf
shells picked up now patronized
monuments to times when i was searching to find
merging my center uncertain
with saviors i’ve been virgin
with nature i’ve been assertive 
cuz i don’t want my spiritual fucked with
the way that the body’s gifts get plucked quick
and cherry’s pop on these cherry tops
on blacktops we played ball like the world had stopped
McCoy was the real when the key was at home
around the world in a Tyner song

while you was out coppin a feel
I was down on the reel to reel

when you was out huntin a deal 
i was down on the reel to reel

i was down on the reel to reel
how you feel

so i tried to put it on the paper better
tried to make it redder put the passion in the letters
i just wanted it to last forever
you lose a friend every time that you can’t break a tether
and we ain’t free at last
or free and lost
and freedom’s cost is  freedoms path
and life isn’t free but it was given to me
so now i’m given to you the bit that’s thickening me
hard hearted now it’s just like a prison to me
and why the cage bird sings
because it can
just that thought…it’s like a religion to me
but what is god if they taken bodies, before they meant to be
feel like i been here a century
the past 8 months felt like 8 years
sitting thinkin bout it 
recounting old loves and new fears
and 2016’s just disappeared 
then again, it’s almost new years

Demos

In the Land of Cats - Hemlock Ernst free verse (prod. ('i's'))

River pon the beats https://soundcloud.com/riverdbeats

I'm a g that breaks stereotypes 
the fish sleep whilst the megalodon bites
in sheets sweat shimmer in the lights
(lights)
open eyes wide 
no dinner to those who cant buy 
pay for 
lay 
slain for
came forth 
in admittance
(it was me)
hold your tongue 
until your told to speak kitten 
(meow)
too hot melt the mittens 
crippling the kid who couldn't
push him 
until he swore he wouldn't
(i swear i won't)
good enough 
cold coughs 
from the thick clouds of dust 
steamy windows 
fog up the crowded
bus 
its a must 
hold your hands 
or get rushed
quick quick into vans 
slipped em off before he hopped out the pan
and in the fire 
burns his shins 
hands stay fine, he's a writer
a wordsmith 
without purpose (without purpose)
melancholy churches (melancholy churches?)
he preaches nonsense (he preaches nonsense!)
sense is all they want from him 
early morning breaking dreams 
when the birds sing 
rocked to the bones there still hurting
rocked to the bones there still hurting 

Lo Hop Lo Hop to make you head bop 

Lo Hop Lo Hop to make your soul rock 
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Lo Mutha Fukin Hop//J I O V A N I x R I V E R

Deleted track from back in the day. Might be deleted for a reason, IDK. Jonwayne if you're somehow reading this lemme know if you want it taken down.

cold // biggie

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