Starjunk 95 - Groove District

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"Before joining up with the Starjunk crew, Jetta was spending her weekends with the infamous Shuffle crew known as Invasion Funk Style. Together they rocked dance floors and owned the competition. Hearing all the different types of dance music and having to outperform any competition on the fly is where Jetta really found her groove (no pun intended) and for a time she was seen as one of the best shufflers in the world. Specializing in the Melbourne Shuffle, she eventually took her skills, knowledge, and expertise with her as she joined the Starjunk 95. It's been years since she last visited her old stomping grounds (again, no pun intended) but today she's going back - and not just to visit old friends and reminisce... She's going back to The Groove District - a unique area where Electronic music and neon lights coincide to create a special kind of energy in the air. Back in the day you could always find a party or rave, and while there's still events going on here, all raves, light shows, and dance battles have been banned. 

Who put this ban of expression in place? None other than the Rokkaku Group - an ultra-wealthy corporate conglomerate that's been working hand in hand with the police force and government to try and take over various parts of the city. Rumor has it that they have a development plan called "Agenda X" that's aimed at removing various forms of expression while simultaneously building up their private developments. It's speculated that this is all to expand their future business dealings or to gain more control over society -  either way everything about it is shady as ****. 

That's where Jetta comes in. This was her home away from home. It was the place that helped make her who she is today, and she'll be damned if what was an exciting, magical place of expression and groove gets turned into a sterile, corporate nightmare. Regardless of what happens, she's here to tear up the Groove District once again  - and any and all challengers and welcome for a battle.

When will we learn more of the Starjunk story? When will we meet the other crew members? Only time will tell. Until next time...

...see you space cowboy

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Groove District

Starjunk 95 - Groove District

cheto mal

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Stardust Circuit

Starjunk 95 - Stardust Circuit

nanana

WALK Aug31 2023

CONTINENTAL GT prod MatteoYuki

SNIPETS / CANCIONES QUE NO PENSABA SACAR JAMAS Y QUE AL VOLVER A ESCUCHARLAS SE ME HICIERON BUENONAS... 

FUCK U RICHARD!!!!!!111!!!!

JESICA DON´T THROW THAT FRONTON BALL TO THAT MAN! (INTRO)

just a little something. 
a lot coming soon.

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Constellations

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

JESICA DON´T THROW THAT FRONTON BALL TO THAT MAN! (INTRO)

CLOUD

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