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SONG CREDITS:
Written & Performed by Aesop Rock
Produced by Blockhead

LYRICS:
Love note to the whole fuck show, postmarked from a lighthouse in the blunt smoke, Dear motherfuckers, I’m teetering if you must know, wolf at the door like a bug to the fructose, Niece on the phone saying “Ian you should visit more”, We could build forts while the pigs court civil war, Miss you, miss you more, see you on the far side, scuffed shoes, couple new scars in the archive, I’m not here to pull scarves out, Here to pick tumblers under water with his arms bound, from in chains to the heart of “where art thou”,  I’m out there down to throw a grapnel at a guard tower, Down to spray piss on a cop car, It’s rage in the form of renaissance art, Can’t treat it like a job at the stockyard and feign shock when they turn the block to a pock mark, Stock parts knocking on Mach 1 to Camp Lo, amped up, eyes glowing unknown pantones, drive ’til it feels like a Van Gogh, lest I cheetah me some antelope, partly cloudy, palpable panic in the troposphere, wake a giant, poke a bear, we don’t do smoke and mirrors, we do do a med-kit and spare clothes, leave a motherfucker nowhere close, new super power that I picked up In the frenzy, I could draw a roof on fire from memory, each and every sketch another bloodletting, in the of wake escalation, and excessive rubbernecking, the champ can’t look away, drink it in, strobe-light, smoke, no life, no lifeguard, sink or swim, ring around the king of pain, bring acetaminophen, You either see the vision or dinner with demolition men, Boom, flame to the fuse to the barrel, I step into the room, split an arrow with an arrow, the first trick shot is just to show em that I dabble… I will not be aiming for the apple, Lately I treat every interaction as a living wake, thanking people close to me before the photo pixelate, new day, folk down play the game different, changed, and going from being chased to playing chicken, Get your whole road map pac-man’d, black mask, snack on whatever’s in the dash cam, It’s not an ad, hashtag, or a tap dance, patsy, the revolution will not have jazz hands, I know you’re alien to matters of the heart and mind, that shit that make you park the car and scream into the dark of night, Some days I wanna build a rocket to the Karman line, 10, 9, 8, keep your head and arms inside,  yea

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Aesop Rock x Blockhead - Jazz Hands

L'Orange Signs 3 Album Deal w/ Mello Music Group

The Deal:
After selling out the first three pressings of his vinyl in under 30 days, old soul producer L'Orange has signed a 3 album production deal with MMG for 2014 & 2015.  Slated to create a combination of projects from instrumental, to jazz singers, to alternative edged collaborations with emcees, L'Orange is looking to bring his distinct sound to Mello's audience, while continuing to push the boundaries of his musical explorations. 

The Sound:
Prohibition era soul samples combine with lingering smoke in the air on L'Orange productions.  Able to bring the crackle of vintage radio back in head nodding introspective journeys, L'Orange's ability lies in making complex productions seamless, allowing listeners to slide into another world. L'Orange's talent as a producer is his ability to develop full visions that create environments for artists and listeners alike. L'Orange is somewhere between early DJ Shadow, Madlib, Portishead, and Billie Holiday. 

The Instant Grat:
L'Orange recently recruited Mr. Lif & John Robinson for his contribution to the MMG compilation "Mandala Vol. 1, Polysonic Flows".  The track, titled "The Lost Nova", combines jazz rhythms, classic crackle, and intricate drum patterns for the raspy voiced Mr. Lif to tell his tale of verbal kumite (組手) and whirlwind zephyrs, while John Robinson takes listeners to the crystal city via his astro-physical-lyrical gift and extra-galactic tactics.
 
Artwork by Matt Andres

L'Orange - The Lost Nova (feat. Mr. Lif & John Robinson)

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Producer Cess Less creates a tranquil, almost meditative vibe with just a touch of mysticism – an ideal soundscape for Aesop Rock and Homeboy Sandman to deliver over three minutes of humorously witty societal observations and personal anecdotes.

LYRICS: 
Homeboy Sandman:

You’ll understand my sense of urgency 
I be the cat that put “emergence” in emergency 
More than a half a mind to save my whole community 
I’m just not certain what something like that’ll do to me
Sandy’s on the mound and pitching for the home team
All the information’s listed on the home screen 
Once I started ain’t no switchin’ out to plan b
Once I started ain’t no screaming out “it can’t be”
You can catch the bluest ribbon in the red sea 
You can catch the true and living in the dead sea 
Magic lingers while the fingers on your screen scroll
Please believe it you can read it in the sea scrolls
Fortune frowns on anybody out to take lives
If you’re considering a silly thing then take five
I am avid as I’m having me a great time
I’m aware you might have heard this through the grapevine 
When I’m chompin on the bit it ain’t a bit dull
If you want it you can get it thru your thick skull
See I grew up on Atari playing pitfall
See I grew up on Safari of the brick walls
I’m a composite of many different aspects
I’m a undercover operative of aztecs 
Bastion riding falcor tryna spot artex
Examining the outdoors for the spot marked X
Behind the wheel of True’s land cruiser I cruise land
Listen and you’ll hear it it’s the spirit that moves man
Picking out a jacket for hijacking a news van
Rappers don’t know diddley but me I’m a blues man
I be on it like I saw it with a bird’s eye
If it’s doable I done it on my first try
Breaker breaker peep the phantom about to break fly
Every bit of data fatter than a steak fry
Doin what I gotta to remain on the blacklist 
Up until you find out that was only a catfish 
Every other human come including an asterisk 
Thank you all for snoozing now for using my last wish

Aesop Rock:

Pitched a few snow balls
Skipped a slew of rolls calls
Dipped into the sewer, grew his hair out like a troll doll
Blew the man-hole cover up to the sand bluff 
Down to the river took a knee with my hands cupped
Man-Ape free to hydrate or be ambushed
The slant grow from “look at him go” to  “heavens I can’t look” 
King Upsetter, surely cursed be the name 
Every word an urgent love letters bursting into flames
Editor-in-chief at the Bloodletter gazette
Every drip on the cement could fill-up another cassette, and does 
Reaper knocking at me through the diner glass 
Invite him in
Yes I know the die is cast, now try the grits
Let him get the check, and offer thirty seconds clear to run 
It’s ten before he skip the other twenty on some “here I come” 
Which way’d he go
Strafe and follow any trace of spirit gum
Mustache and glasses disappear into the zero sum 
No road atlas only roads to Damascus
Where the roses are for growing not for throwing at some pageant
Y’all just pinning little ribbons on each other as catfish 
Swimming in the chasm between what you publish and practice
I wake up every day and move different than I used to
Smarter than whichever bear’s assuming that you do too
Doozie after doozie, up and brushing off the lab coat 
Cold bath, bo staff, back on his Max Roach
Tap into the tape gun, mail you back to Hasbro
Bring me to the big cheese, all I see is crab toast
All you see is parachutes raining from the matmos 
All I see is parody and parroting and plateaus
‘Round here that’s pretty much a cousin to the flatline
I would rather level-up than fraternize with magpies 
Patron saint of Isolation, heart of palm and graphite 
Teaching kids to put away the crack pipe, that’s lice

Lice (Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman) - Catfish

Babbletron - The Clock Song

"Code #829"

The Last One - Heiroglyphics

DRONES OVER BKLYN
produced by EL-P
co-produced by LITTLE SHALIMAR
FOR DOWNLOAD: http://www.mediafire.com/?4bpgksc5yzppqfh

from the adult swim singles series 2011 and the upcoming full length album tentatively titled "CANCER FOR CURE" (FAT POSSUM RECORDS 2012)

DRONES OVER BKLYN (uncensored, unmastered)

Real Niggas - Dipset [fortyseven] Remix

Shadows in The Street

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To Astonish - MF Doom featuring El-P & Kool Keith produced by Crate Logic

Oh Hail No - El P, Danny Brown and Mr. Muthafuckin' Exquire

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To Astonish - MF Doom featuring El-P & Kool Keith produced by Crate Logic

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