Croosh

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

 
Dreams Escape 

 Dreams escape the outer region of my dome/ 
 Right past the skull bone/ 
 Wondering how to write a full poem/ 
 The dead and dull roam/ 
 But I'm the Nordic traveler/ 
 My eyes are the compass, unraveled sir/ 
 Do you need something?/ 
 Let me know now/ 
 I got the snow plow/ 
 Time to move the seasons/ 
 For a couple hundred different reasons/ 
 Mostly the legality side/ 
 Foul mouth crowds arise/ 
 I killed the mocking hypocrites/ 
 But then again they still exist/ 
 Asking the fam and fans if they feel my shit/ 
 We still build brick by brick/ 
 My passion is layered as well as the dreams/ 
 Gore and happiness still have screams/ 
 One horrific, one terrific/ 
 Digest this how you want, preferably I sip it/ 
 Ship it to a different set of individuals/ 
 Switch the residuals, no more shit that's pitiful/ 
 Got a full clip of bull/ 
 The horns I didn't need to grab/ 
 It just happened, now it seems I have/ 
 Fame and glory but that's just a high life thought/ 
 Relax or you'll get twisted and distraught/ 
 Clouds of haze distort the truest of visions/ 
 I ride a top like Goku until I pass with precision/ 
 (Sit and listen or become a pot to piss in) 

Dreams Escape

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh & Marino Maali

Cold Technique (Feat. Marino Maali) 

 I use the coldest technique when I rock it/ 
 I make em' freeze where they stand and they can't object/ 
 This has been my heart frozen by art/ 
 The jealous ones who envy want to rip me apart/ 
 I am too strong to let them get in my vantage point/ 
 I waited to long, got the special blessing to anoint/ 
 These so called demons, scheming and plotting on my downfall/ 
 They laugh in the background, I get around ya'll/ 
 Because that's where I belong and need to be/ 
 They say the truth is the only thing to set you free/ 
 The lying media makes the most money/ 
 Conflicts of interest, I just want you to see/ 
 I'd rather be homeless, then never fulfilling my dome mess/ 
 Alone stressed, my dreams are my own, alone fess/ 
 Up already, don't be a cloned carbon copy/ 
 Clean up the world, don't leave it looking sloppy/ 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/ 

 (Marino Maali Verse) 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/ 

 I know under my conditions it's just a matter of time/ 
 I splatter these lines, never held or confined/ 
 I release from the inner visions of Mr. Wonder/ 
 Never wasting a second, who knows when I'm going under/ 
 I drink like a fish, my thought process doesn't fit/ 
 Enough words to explain what is bliss and what this is/ 
 It's more than music, it takes on different forms/ 
 Like a Decepticon ready to transform/ 
 The way others think and perceive what I am/ 
 Not from this planet but came to take a stand/ 
 For those who are like minded with the same energy/ 
 If only I had a single penny for every/ 
 Time that you didn't understand my actions/ 
 It would be in the one percent with dividends and fractions/ 
 That will never happen, strength is what I strive for/ 
 I just want to live my life and provide more/ 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/

Coldest Technique (Feat. Marino Maali)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Silver Moon 

 Harlem nights, mid 50's, late 60's/ 
 Fine brimmed hat, no 59/50's/ 
 Suited up, nowadays looking thrifty/ 
 Late night grimace from those looking shifty/ 
 Wondering to myself if the misses might miss me/ 
 Took some time to reflect, sometimes I'm iffy/ 
 About where her whereabouts might be/ 
 My conscious is like the movie by Spike Lee/ 
 Took the midnight train headed nowhere/ 
 Out the window staring at the skies, glow weird/ 
 It seemed to have no craters, a silver globe/ 
 Like the ball in Epcot on a night so cold/ 
 The temperature made a mans face bold/ 
 And make him contemplate on days so old/ 
 Sad memories appear and then vanish/ 
 So in a way it seemed to be a disadvantage/ 
 But the pain actually made him stronger/ 
 The darkness just lingered on way longer/ 
 Than what was truly expected/ 
 The moon fully rose resurrected/ 
 Above the city and all it's inhabitants/ 
 And on the rivers, a sad empress/ 
 Waits alone at home like Macaulay/ 
 Blessed with patience from He who is holy/ 
 The whole time she was supposed to be out and about/ 
 In the park he let his frustrations out/ 
 No doubt he was upset at the past dealings/ 
 He needed to free himself, no beings/ 
 This was the chance of a sign of compassion/ 
 So when he got home something happened/ 
 On the balcony there bestowed his bliss/ 
 A Goddess, moon outlined, with a kiss/

Silver Moon

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh & Prez P

After Midnight (Feat. Prez P) 

Long strenuous hours working in the factory/ 
 With nothing in this world but this music backing me/ 
 Which includes the homie Danny/ 
 Uncanny with beats hard to obtain like rare candies/ 
 We're brothers from separate families, understand me?/ 
 Anyone mess with him, they get blammed with the jammie/ 
 But anyways, I'm in this mode to write after midnight/ 
 They say the kid tight, sick when I enlighten/ 
 I'm godlike, similar to Poseidon/ 
 Striking with my liquid triton/ 
 I grab this mic when any situation occurs/ 
 Skuzzle down some liquors and observe/ 
 Deploy a couple of nouns and some verbs/ 
 I know my life was by the curb but now I'm on the verge/ 
 To reemerge with a vengeance and urge/ 
 On a night with dark skies to encourage/ 

 (Hook)(x2) 
 I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2) 
 Dark skies, nothing in sight/ 
 And with insight I bring light/ 

 (Prez P Verse) 
 Damn, my head spinning at 12am/ 
 Smoking on the same weed as Birdman/ 
 And rubbing her butt cheeks with both hands/ 
 Money flying make me realize that cash ain't shit man/ 
 Paper don't fold/ 
 It gets blown and burned and it grows again/ 
 Might see me out in one night/ 
 And never see me in your life again/ 
 I'm in rare form and she don't mind joining in/ 
 If I pull up in the Porsche, her friends gunna want to hop in/ 
 A style like mine don't leave em' with too much options/ 
 They opt in, NO problem/ 
 Too hard to solve and/ 
 If it's Me and Croosh on the loose, hold yours close/ 
 Cuz' girls all wanna fly/ 
 Don't let her tell you that she won't/ 
 I take her hieghts that you don't/ 
 I'm rolling and smoking, going loco/ 
 But I'm in my zone, trying to take 4 girls on a flight home/ 

 (Hook)(x2) 
 I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2) 
 Dark skies, nothing in sight/ 
 And with insight I bring light/


After Midnight (Feat. Prez P)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Waste of time 

 Into your blubber I inject the rifle/ 
 You better start to dissect the bible/ 
 Maybe if you sing one of these psalms it will aid your survival/ 
 Standing looking stifled, I'm liable/ 
 To rip apart these weak hearts so trifled/ 
 I hold this mic cold/ 
 Spit nothing but old Navaho strike codes/ 
 At those opposing forces/ 
 Forced to finish you like full courses/ 
 Of course I have to resort to the hard way/ 
 On this broad day, posse never was on Broadway/ 
 Fuck what those snobs say/ 
 I slay a hundred rhymes somewhat DJ Kay/ 
 The Seven seas rose high and washed ashore/ 
 Surely they knew not what was in store/ 
 The boy who started to become a man/ 
 Finally became one never looked back or ran/ 
 My pops wants me to have success/ 
 These other cats want me to sign/ 
 The thought of a 9 to 5 gets me vexed/ 
 And I told those cats I flatly decline/ 
 So as I recline my mind so Devine/ 
 I show them a sign that makes them inclined/ 
 To show more ignorance to what I do/ 
 It's more than just a craft, I spit chew and spew/ 
 Pieces of my heart on lined paper and shit/ 
 If you can't respect that, you can't appreciate this gift/ 
 I'm just trying to uplift a couple of spirits/ 
 And pray it happens to all those who hear it/ 
 They say I am not catchy enough, well this is poetry/ 
 You have to read the scriptures more thoroughly/ 
 Damn Croosh you're just wasting your life away/ 
 Shut your damn mouth if you don't have something nice to say/

Waste Of Time

[Bonus] El Camino Black X Kairo Lavo3 X Broot McCoy - Sublime |prod. By ShowOffBeats|

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What Happened Was

idkkkkk_pt.II

mystika.[wun4ARK].

Day 7

Queens

Catch us every month on the 2nd Sunday. 

TRACKLIST [IN ORDER]

IFÉ NEURO - J COLE THEORY
NAMELESS - WEIGHT
WHOKEEMY - RAH.BEEF
AUMMAAH - SLEEP
RUY_ - SIDE_A
MAASSAI_ - ANECDOCHE
KWANLI_ - 50LARGE
DAILYBREED - RELAX
M3CCA.M3CCA & MUFASAENZOR - A’TWINKLIN
HILARY WOLFE - HONESTLY 
FUNKRULA - SENSACION
NOTHINGISREAL - STRANGER
nJune - ONE OF THESE DAYS
ASTRO MEGA - GOT MORE
ZACH - WHAT’S GOING IN HERE
KEIYAA - KEEP IT REAL
IMMRCY - DREAM LEAKAGE.
FUNK.SHU - THE WAY OUT
BOW JACK$ON - FAST THREAT
KNITE13 - RAGS 2 RICHES
YO DADDY DOE & BREEZE - DORN
JUDO THE EMPEROR - SPEAK ON IT
BLACKLEAF - TRY
VRRNN - MORE THAN YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
SAHARAS GREENERY - U-N-I
THE CRAFTSMEN - PLUS INTEREST
PLEX SUPPLIES - MEAN
SEANDREAM - TASMANIAN
RUFFIANKICK_ - WHTASHAME
WIGFLIPPA - DEBRIS
thebaldone - SAVAGELIFE. [NIP]

DRIVETHURRADIO EPISODE ONE

It Ain't Over

"once every 200 years, an inter-dimensional tomb appears in our galaxy teeming with traps, alternate realms, & an untold treasure that has eluded humankind for generations. Lying at the core of its inner sanctum, a catacomb said to contain the remnants of an ancient, astral black civilization, filled to the brim with secrets to love, beauty, knowledge, & divinity, everlasting: Ebony Eternal. The sounds presented will be your guide." 

- ??? 

the legacy of the beat bohemian continues... 
and in case you didn't know, cop that mini EP from the homie and I below... the road to Ebony Eternal has been paved & you're currently walking with us.

https://radicule.bandcamp.com/album/cosmic-tombs-gewwdtymes

Radicule. x CLWDWLKR - Cosmic Tombs

Another tape by yours truly. After a brief hiatus, I am back.

Day Job (Prod. by Celestial Cerebrum)

Wanted to put out some music as letters to the people that I love

From Me, To You

MC/Producer 
Respect The Vibe
Last Of The Brohicans 
Slut Time ⌚️

Waste Of Time

Broot McCoy

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