[Video for times : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1plqt9Ahyo]

[Video for spliffs : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4EAAE10Re4] 

https://rickyreasonz.bandcamp.com/album/sloppy-loops

5 ruff cuts. 

one//times
two//booze
three//spliffs
four//only4u
five//blk cherry

sloppy.loops

https://apothedog.bandcamp.com/album/loop-days

1.monday morning
2.monday night
3.tuesday
4.wednesday morning
5.thursday 
6.friday 
7.saturday
8.wednesday night
9.(bonus)

"loop.days" tape

GRAND SLAM - KELLEN DE VOS

CONFESSION (Prod. Rezzy )

six summers

familiar faces

One of my favorite beats, from one of my favorite Chester Watson songs. Had to rap on it once it appeared in a dream, intro by @sunnythehuman .

Lyrics: 

Yo, I wear the weather like a mood ring,
So each hurricane and tornado signals a mood swing,
Digest the lyrics in my pecks till you hear and not stress,
The spirits that simply make you do things,
In my culture they regard it as the skky, 
Sipping vodka that old adage proves right and makes you wry,
So optimistic, that his pen fits the lyrics,
When zen starts to hear it, and bend to fit merits,
Till then I dont hear it,- At least the voices,
Channel ancestral tones to direct the choices,
And inspect his joints its a man or merely heresay,
A phantom in your relay, In the chassum of the delay,
His journey is to free days, 
-up for this rap speak,
Hits jays young Gatsby, been lost since last week,
Up from the trash heap, SFV the valley,
He’ll traverse your alleys, as he raps gladly,

Yo Im feelin somethin like im Holden,
Dont Hold on to the past it dont last it go on,
Yo im feelin something like im Basho,
Navigate the vatos of my valley with a kind soul,

Can you see me in your place,
Lost upon space, Feeling drunk in the grace,
Can you hear me as I lace,
These words upon the great, till i can levitate,


Yo, I rap like Young Mike Eagle,
But coast on a flow smooth as Spike Spiegel,
Floating on the Bebop, in nothing but knee socks,
But he still rocks and locks his words in your cerebral,
No need for needles just an easel for the pain,
Painting masterpieces peaceful till they wash away with rain,
Comes from troubles on his brain,- Nevermind it lock in,
Drive for baskets frame, then oop on em like Stockten,
No Billy so silly he can misdirect like kuroko,
Instill me Feel healthy as my senses steady overload,
Im overgrown, haven’t been able to hide since six,
My hand has shown, No God but he Senju on the mix,
My Sage mode living spirit bomb dismantle eclipse,
With age we cant understand half of what is bliss,
So my childlike comprehension slice a proton with the shits,
So the hightide introspection sice me Gohan lyricist,
What is innocence is it in a sense the strength in which we miss,
Or just what we hold as ignorance for when we reminisce,



Basho (Prod. Psymun)

buck forty (off of soultapes vol. 1)

w/ bob le head

rmx.beef

poetic justice ~ @gregbitzer

I rap and make beats. 

Strange Friends: https://soundcloud.com/strngfrnds


The production stuff I do is under Bliss Eternal by the name Tom Bombadil.  You can find that here: https://soundcloud.com/thetombombadil

Basho (Prod. Psymun)

Conor