BON AND REDD BACK EP

Lyrics by: Bonafide and Dirty Redd
Beats by: Toroweins

San Diego (California, Usa)
Seville (Spain)
Houston (Texas, Usa)

04 - BONAFIDE : DIRTY REDD : TOROWEINS -  Colour

Prod by https://soundcloud.com/toroweins
Cover Art by Toroweins and Benny Holmes

2nd Kitchen Sounds
Hit or Miss
Esidarap

Lyrics
1202 Mohawk where we first planted our flag
Had a lot to say about nothing and mad at my dad
The cuts were fresh not holding anything back
Gotta soundproof the booth we used my mattress for that
Worked part time in the Moosejaw warehouse
The holiday was over they said 'cool y'all get out'
Awoke around noon on a typical day
Stayed up underneath the moon like it would give it away
Out in the garage with a boombox 
Some beat CD’s two sweatshirts four tube socks
In the winter it was out there or in the attic
Others gotta wake up early they’re not havin it 
The roommates all loved what we were doin though
Buy our alcohol when we weren’t old enough
And listen to the music notes
Nothin but supportive and I hold that in a high regard
Incubator baby gave me life when I was trying to start
Drop out, no girlfriend no vehicle
Whole lotta swagger without really a reason to
I remember walkin into Panera with Davie
Like to eat here I’d have to dip into my life savings
Every other day I was leaving the bank
Livin below my means waiting for the seasons to change
Summer time was spent 
Walkin to the Custard Cup
Soon as the boss would leave
On his desk we’re rollin up a couple blunts
11 O'clock turn the sign off and lock the door
Bumpin Outkast Aquemeni we would mop the floors
Budding foodie
Fryin up dough from the Bisquick
Got a gig in the dish pit
Out at Big Fish
That era ended when Robert stole my laptop
I chalked it up to Robinhood givin back to the have not

(DJ Small)

I stay in Birmingham now downstairs from Ricky
I pay rent he owns the spot
And shares it with me 
Got some Casio keys 
Not a lot but a lot more
Than I had
In my head shit I was Scott Storch
My parents told me about recording school
Yeah right, I’m a musician and that’s boring fools
Get me on the mic
I’ve got this planned out 
Wait till I land down on my feet
Buy you a house you’ll see
What this raps about
Baby faced 08 didn’t give me no wreck
So I’m standing in the kitchen with my stimulus check
Bout to hit Guitar Center go get
Everything ya got
I’m bout to pay ya mortgage payment for ya baby no sweat
Did some travelin
Whoop
Unravelin 
Chicago, Illanois two hearts one javelin
Stuck the landin and then went back in and met nobody
Came home refurbished, introverted 
And not at all the parties
I’ma home body through and through
Nobody knows it’s you
And you got an advance!?
No but one outta two ain't bad for me
They paid cash to see me on stage
Took their paychecks and turned em into gasoline for me
To come see us live some people would drive miles
Worked all freakin night but the perfect weekend is my smile
I had babysitters makin 20 an hour off of my rhyme style
We’re movin to 9 mile

Era prod by Toroweins (scratches by DJ Small)

Mushroom Melody 3B With Lyrics

[PROD. Ashby]

one of those

didn't expect to feel this good days,
No bills were unpaid My meal was cooked great
I Looked in the mirror, just to leer into my eyes
To my surprise all I had to say was maybe I should shave
I'm unaccustomed to it, the self loves a new one,
For me it's foreign, too performative I'm incongruent 
With the process work to be more fluid to fit the rubric
Some days feel like I'm doing it other days I'm losing
But that's the way it goes isn't it? Gotta take what you're given while aiming straight for the ribbon consistent pace is the ticket and today feels like the finish line, 
Inner mind quiet like a hidden mime, serenity been given life,
Never been a better time to get up, out get some of mine
Days passing by but I grabbed this one to stem the tide
On a hot streak this week maybe I just let it ride,
Isn't flawless but I've always been one to admit to mine
Nobody told me there'd be days like this,
Compared to the rest of my existence, begin to witness
A switch flip a missed sense of kismet, content with position it isn't often I get to lock the engines
An awkward feeling, caught me not pretending,
After all the masks I wore, my bare face feeling the air is sending 
Me into a fever pitch, obscene you get to see this shit
Continuously when I'm like a tourist on an Eden trip
Believing it's a destination I can get a visa,
All I need is a piece of peace, never give the lease up
Never relent release or ease up, til the second my scenes cut, never retreat just hoping I can keep up
Footing uneasy the feelings fleeting, will he
Hit ceiling, or drill into the building remains to be seen
Taking good with the bad, the ratio increasing
1:1d be wonderful, over underachieving its a good day

The Goodest Day

[PROD. ESTEPAXBEATS]

Trying to find my way, Ill equipped, skill issue 
I still don't quit, will continue til I'm killed or win
Filling shoes that feel too big, commit to moves give the spins, adrift too far I need a center point to get a grip

I hit the ground running, running my mouth younging 
Knew nothing about nothing fucking around fronting 
Head up in the clouds, now that i've descended on down 
Stunted it's not what I wanted I'm not proud, but get back up and

I'm back in the round going all twelve of them bitches
A hell of a distance enjoy every second that's ticking
Trying to find a purpose, the purse is an extra if given
But Personal fulfillment comes seldom with riches

Self comparison to the predecessors and peers stressing I feel lesser I fear that my career been arrested 
I wrestle with years pressing these pedals to switch gears 
At some point just hearing these lyrics isn't impressive 

Ive hit a wall I've seen so many vault, maybe the fault is mine
left behind trying to climb? Doing somersaults?
Felt above it all but really fell below the water,
Tryna figure out how to work smarter not harder

I barter with a god I mostly don't believe in,
At least the current version, certainly a heathen,
Working for the weekend, worse for wear and weakened,
These words are worth more it irks me when I'm sleeping

It's murky in the deep end, submerged too early surely
Learned to paddle purely out of panic, permanently addled me with worry,
Saddled with these manic thoughts dramatic shots of losing everything I have and starting back with nothing but this pad I got,

This train of thoughts brakes are shot, hoping it makes a stop,
Gotta make my way along, I've been running late a lot
Pretty sure my path shouldn't have these tracks laid across,
But take it as it comes I guess, next one ima make the hop

runaway trains of thought

Written and recorded in one hour. Dedicated to all the people in r/MHH who boosted me up.

Happy 1000th Freestyle

Lyrics and vocals by Doctor.e.PhD 
Beat prod. by Morti Viventear

Bob Rossin (Carnival Jack Beat by Morti V)

We got one soul gone
We got one soul gone
I heard a baby wailing in the eye of the storm
Got one soul gone and another been one born

The way outta Egypt is the way outta hell
No comfort or shade far as I can tell
All the broke down bodies walking best as they can
Cause there ain't no stopping til the promised land

One soul gone
We got one soul gone
Heard a baby wailing in the eye of the storm
We got one soul gone and another one born

Set sail from the shore just a little 'for dawn
Three hundred men women children barely hanging on
Through the treacherous sea violent and cold
Til the seagulls screeching hallelujah land ho

One soul gone
We got one soul gone
Heard a baby wailing in the eye of the storm
We got one soul gone and another one born

Baby pack up your bags
Baby say your goodbyes
Baby don't look back
On the road of flight
Some may perish somewhere 'long the way
Some gonna make to a better place

One soul gone
We got one soul gone
Heard a baby wailing in the eye of the storm
We got one soul gone and another one born...

One Soul Gone

Latest entry in the freestyle friday series

Freestyle Friday 3 prod. beatsbydeakz

that's so crates

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Now more than ever I have been feeling inspired by the pioneering DJ's and musical hosts of the 1970's and early 1980's who were not confined by genres or scenes. Rather, these selectors, such as David Mancuso, Mark Kamins, and Grandmaster Flash, would pull from any style of music as long as it elevated peoples' souls, made them move their feet, or made them think of music differently.

I've always found George Harrison's "My Sweet Lord" to be such a deep, thoughtful, brave, and even eerie song. However, being made in 1970 it doesn't really bump the way it should. In addition to some remastering and such, I did this rework to really allow the dance floor to catch their breath and close their eyes on the dance floor while the sun begins to  creep in through the loft windows at those late night after hours.

Hope you enjoy and are able to program it into your sets.

-PC

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George Harrison - My Sweet Lord (PC's Sunrise Spirit Rework) [FREE DL]

Toroweins x Benny collab. Coming 2024
Benny Holmes x Warren Peace x GONZO. 2024

www.benholmesmusic.com is dope.

Era prod by Toroweins (scratches by DJ Small)

benny holmes

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