Skinemaxxx (Side A)

Cafeteria (Skit)

really hitting number 10 with this series of grimy tapes. as usual all made from vinyl with a 404.

explorations in vinyl vol 10

I’ll Never Die presents “ROBIN”, an extended play by JUNE!

words from JUNE!
mixed/mastered by JUNE!

1. PLEASE w/ Stoney Creation | prod. Reggie The Father
2. GRIT w/ Jay Cinema & JUNECINEMA | prod. Swordbearer
3. ALONE w/ Alikho Igama | prod. pis.i
4. THOUGHTS 15 | prod. pis.i
5. IT’S TIME!!! w/ My Favorite Color & Johnny Storm | prod. Clayhead
6. FAREWELL VILLAIN! (Reprise) | prod. dj noonsomewhere

a collection of loosies dedicated to my granny. thank you for taking this journey through grief with me

bc: https://shawnmay.bandcamp.com/album/robin-2

ROBIN

THE TIME HAS COME BACK AROUND ..

THE LATEST CHAPTER IN MY MUSICAL JOURNEY - “BLESSMYBONEZ!!!”

RAW, UNADULTERATED RAPS BY KAMEO.

BEATS BY SPVCED
MIXED BY GENE "MUSICMAN" EDWARDS
MASTERED BY SPVCED

BLESSMYBONEZ!!!

BUY MY ALBUM

DUNN’ITAGAIN

Shoutout Kip

https://soundcloud.com/kipzzz

Fidgeting, finding comfort in the little things,
cos i'm deep on a mission n it's a distant clinch,
tredding deep in a system where you get seen on clips,
what you see n experience mean beliefs will switch,
sown the seeds n I'm reaping them as the seasons switch,
grown to weed within periods but mostly leave the shit,
slight reprieve before I steer into deep abyss,
slight relief but the plight stays imminent,
deceit n tricks, leave leery as my peace abject,
beneath appearance strength transcends my withered skin,
taking off putting faith up in these brittle wings,
younger days no stranger to beligerence,
faded off the J's since the days when I was innocent, splitting ends, missing friends I guess this is how the mission is,
it left me jaded as I aged n never giving shits, 
days blazed, my mistake I didn't see the risk,
make a wish, pray for deliverance,
the dividends are imminent, depending on my diligence,
it's sink or swim when you're in it with the bigger fish,
certain things are sacred while others frivolous,
spirit stained from the past but come to think of it, I surrendered to a power that relinquished it,
then in the midst I caught a glimpse of all the mystic shit,
and ever since I been squinting at the hidden bits,
sixth sense, seven sins, misstepped with elegance, was at my wits end but this here's to better things...

sixth sense (Prod. Kip C)

Two Boston veterans & consistent teammates come together again! Big Shug (Gang Starr Foundation) & M-Dot (EMS) combine for a stellar record about the “Unexpected,” produced by the Detroit icon Apollo Brown. Stay tuned for an upcoming Boston project from the duo. Until then “Unexpected” can be found on the new M-Dot album ‘Daze Of Greed’ available on Vinyl (2 variants) via Bandcamp and hitting all DSPs this Friday 3/22!

Daze Of Greed

Unexpected ft. Big Shug prod. by Apollo Brown

Feat. Crash and Lee boi, and Devil tripper

Heaven_v3

Echt

Lyrics: 
Can't nobody fuck with me 
I'm that one 
Keep a Mac-10 for your fuckery 
Get you shot 
Wish Mike he could see me now 
Wish Steve he could see me now 

This that come from the ash, born talkin’ to a ghost,
Been steppin heavy, every prayer feel broke.
Silver cross dangle, rust stained on the cloak,
Blessing in the blood on the note that I wrote.

I seen angels with cig burns, demons with a charm,
Hearing God whisper and I fall into his arms
Sins I commit lookin holy in the frame,
And the tears on the floor start to spell out my name.

They said I’m the father now, that title is a curse,
Raisin’ seeds in the soil soured with the dirt 
There's a man up in that mirror that I never had rehearsed,
Gabriel.  halo bent, pen drippin’ verse.

I been sleepin’ with my past like it’s tucked in the sheets,
Dreams smell like gunpowder, Sunday's deceit.
Tryna find peace where the choir won’t reach,
Every hymn sound warped, every sermon off-beat.

Love left early, but the guilt still stayed,
Money stack low, but the pain still paid.
They quote my name like a psalm they fade,
But I've never been no prophet, just a man in the shade.

Father to the flaws, to the sins, to the fear,
Spoke truth to the sky, but the echos unclear.
If I die before I learn what the silence really meant,
Bury me face up, I’ma stare through the cement.

My cross is a chain, not weight,
But know that the heavens need pain to relate.
Every scar that I show feel really holy and late,
Every loss that I take still sharp as my fate.

Gabriel, son, sinner, and a writer, and and ghost,
I been walkin’ through fire tryna speak to the smoke.
Daddy in my head sayin’, “boy, you the hope,”
But I still feel stuck in the sins that I wrote.

Ain’t no crowns for the ones who confess too loud,
Ain’t no mercy in the mirror, just a face too proud.
Still I pray when the night get cruel and proud,
That my name mean peace when they say it out loud.

GABRIEL SUTTLES (FATHER)

&y. x C.R.I.S.T.E.N x Hajino x OLASEGUN 
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