In My Mind

In My Mind -with AnandaTuk

Rapture (Performed by VICE Prod: Homage)

Demo2

The hairdressers of London
Were sent home by the dozen
Did not travel in fine cars
Sipping wine in quaint wine bars.

They were not sky bound
Travelling above the ground
In rockets sprouting flames
Firing up through space-bound lanes.

Instead they travelled in a ship
With sailors young and fit
Calling out from a high mast
As the land receded fast.

While the hairdressers sat cold 
Locked up in a stinking hold
In amongst them Little Molly
Clutching her beloved dolly.

The ship sailed on through the night
And it sailed on into light
Molly said a word so grey
And the ship just went away.

The hairdressers awakened
In their homes unshaken
Dressing hair, playing games
No memory of being taken.

The ship itself sailed on
Crew and captain singing songs
Into seas so dazzling blue
And places that they never knew.

Molly’s doll had power
Magic like plucking flowers
The doll was also a dear friend
With Molly to the very end.

For Molly and her dolly
The journey was no folly
Their travels ever entwined
With an array of mortal minds.

The hairdressers of London
Were sent home by the dozen
They sat there quite cold 
Locked up in a stinking hold.

Hairdressers of London r5c

God Only Knows

Performed & Produced by @the-dj-real July 2025

Featuring bad ass Buddhist Monk chants, Son of Steiner and a remixed beat from Anabolic.

It's a shame  
life's no longer the same
Somewhere along the way
mistakes were made.  

A different frame I've found
this pain that's present now
There's no going back, 
your mind made up, not changing how.

Retreat to realms of one
be safe no need to run
Wait peace will come
the sound of exodus of everyone.

Count days in weeks that've gone
Push thoughts to words of songs
Your bricks hold hardened bonds
I can't break-through to you beyond.

Hard work. Believing that you can break through
Hard work. To pursue the Bad In you
Hard work. Let me go a rounds  or two
I'm a Bad Ass. It's time to do what bad asses do  

I'm a break through to you
If it's the last thing I do.
Don't even try to reinforce 
I flex my fortitude

Words in rap are powerful
How do I know because et al has shown
Summon might from flows
With dopeness not disposed 

It's the purveyor of paths 
that must guide you within
No saviors will come to lift you out
Trust me my friend.

What's next is known
only by your own
Following protégés
await your return to home.

Hard work. Believing that you can break through
Hard work. To pursue the bad In you
Hard work. Let me go a rounds or two
I'm a Bad Ass. It's time to do what bad ass's do.

Out of the hellish inferno 
the disembodied soul is rebuilt to return home
A sacrifice of much and a hit to the ego
Your strength sourced from numbers of others like we know

Bad Ass

Bad Ass

Cashing out prod lakeside

Made exclusively on MPC X Special Edition.

DKODA - When I Close My Eyes

Cruise Control / LDSR 213

Sunday Breakfast #7

abu ghraib [Dükie]

Just another 🥷🏾
Free Palestine 
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God Only Knows

Ma(Téo)

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