You talk practice you play scrimmage i call game 🔥🔥

This shit so hard bro goddamn🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

your lies don't even be fascinating 😂😂🔥

YOU HAMMERED THIS SHIT NICE AS FUCK!🔥🔥🔥.

SIDEBYSIDE [featsink600]

seen better days

ANOTHER TIME: TRACK A

Full length album from Oldman Freeman and jimmy stubbs w/ guest apearances from SINBAD, SCOOTA, Mary Sue, & 13

1. Cold pizza
2. Nojoke
3. Vegabond drill
4. Camoflauge
5. Relenquished
6. Lavender
7. UN ft. SINBAD
8. Stage Performer
9. If i were a (dummy) ft. SCOOTA
10. Whirlwind
11. Clear ft. Mary sue
12. Relay
13. Mercenaries ft. SINBAD & 13

Oldman Freeman & Jimmy Stubbs - CAPTAIN

DYING IS HARD 

I CANT STAND
BIG FLORAL GUY
SACRED SEED
MY SKIN IS
CHASTISED FT. REJIRE
DYING IS HARD FT. REJIRE
THINK ABOUT COLORS
PUREALC FT. CRUTH
AROD
CLEAR SKIES
PROTECT
BRB
RELOOP

the growth is crazy! thank you to everyone who helped me get to where I am today!

DYING IS HARD

Welling Man (w/ Mary Sue & Mosiah Ade)

Feel Like (prod. demahjiae)
Post Stamp feat. SeFu (prod. pis.i)
Meteorite (prod. pis.i)

Feel Like verse:

I done cracked my mind trynna figure it out
I Got nameless faces telling what they did for me now
Paint a picture vivid, this pain just a flick in the mouth
This time I tend to listen, mistakes made a nigga turn round
Like when I whispered too loud
I took the diligent route
Not attention seeking truthfully get sick of the crowd
I just bench press the demons that sit on chest and stay crouched
Know my destiny’s beaming not made for simple amounts
Take a second for breathing and unstiffen my frown
Had fretted for reasons I admit held me down
Had Reset all my chess pieces and refit my own crown
Steady reaching keep my ten toes and ten fingers to ground
Breaking down my problems and I still ain’t found the reason
Ashamed of looking softer, make sure to harden my features
Its always darkness I’m seein 
Pardon my wrongs i repeat it
Locked in a cycle, Haunted thoughts I still hear em screaming
And I fear what is beneath me
Still seeking to reach the ceiling
Peace of mind is what im feigning
Feel alive while I’m still breathing 
Slipped on ice but I’m alright tryna find where my feet went
Dimpled smile, but brain on fire, insides fryin deep within
My fight been weakenin since a kid 
peep the dead leaves in the wind
What’s the beginning or end
Stare into a sinkin abyss This feeling of bliss revealin  itself as just another big myth
At least it feels like it is 

Post Stamp verse:

Idle hands be the downfall of my sanity
My time is sand, See I can’t be all that I plan to be
Cast a net, the product empty and I’m panicking
Gears churning in my head see smoke but the answer flees
 find my first instinct to always be the last to speak
My role in this thing is uncertain like I’m still practicing
Shattered wings keep me grounded while I factor in
Who really a part of my circle, make sure the glasses clink
Stone cold emotions my face is  leaking rocks
And it’s Hard to open, voice fail when I’m feeling forgot
I ain’t been speaking to God
Wheeling away from whos closest spending my weekends inside Fraid to show weakness at times
And those times, make the majority
Try stay extra precautious got siblings who adorin me
Face Painted Fraudulent my heart ain’t where it’s sposed to be
Goals and thoughts being altered I don’t know who controlling me
Dizzy spells seein Six to twelve people who don’t wish me well
Discipline is missin got a feeling they is quick to tell
Blood thicker than water but turned sickle cell
Reading expressions flipping the pages like I’m feelin braille
Getting sick of concealing I wish to keep it bare
Unleashing the kid that’s within just tryna see what’s there
Feet bleeding but necessary to free from Snares
Kick the teeth in of hiding snakes been taught to be aware


Eyes peeled, but they peering away from contacts
Close quarters living transform to combat
Arm wrestle Father Time turn the clock back another loss stamped

[Sefu verse]


I don’t fear death
So tell my momma call me home 
On the search 
For what was known 
A nigga can’t do this alone 
Walking by myself 
Small room couldn’t pace far 
Now zooooom like a race car 

I might even Uber if the face far 
Let me cop an eighth
Smoke it to Tha face, Lamar 
Jackson how it run in the fam 

Don’t fuck with me
I guarantee 
You ain’t gon want no other man, after
Now they all stand 
Cause I’m the number one hand clapper 
I’m the one 
With the mic, in my hand snapping 
Now his body 
In a big black hummer truck 
Cause his man wasssss lacking
What bout allll the guns 
That them black sprinter vans was packing 
What bout all them woods 
That my man was packing 
I’m tryna get
Flyer than you’ll ever be 
High as I’ll ever see
Yeah 

(Can’t fit in the meteorite verse lol)

FULL CIRCLE EP

Written By: Qontinue 
Produced By: Qontinue 

1. I Got Spirit 
2. Pouring Pain 
3. Nourished 
4. Soul Food 
5. Void
6. Pray Pt.2 
7. Ultimate In Trues

A few art pieces made purely off spirit in the crib!

Boundless Spirit

PERFORMER Prod. Junie

1. overture (prod. bart buurman)
2. more gems (prod. riley lamarre)
3. levee (prod. riley lamarre)
4. espresso café (prod. bart buurman + conner duke)
5. starks strategy ft. blackchai (prod. argov)
6. leather pouches ft. cashmere p + amir bilal (prod. riley lamarre)
7. blood vessels (prod. argov)
8. tears (prod. keysun)

GRACE FROM THE GREAT ONE 2

art by EYESWIDESHUT and yours truly 

@knowledgeofmydeath 
@metroworl
@onthepavement 
@justablackman
@pepperadams

10P / 2021

PERFORMER Prod. Junie

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