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L O o M s Z 💈

chhh

paint

lo-hop.june.2017

i'm sick and in love, enjoy

check the video made by my g https://soundcloud.com/tf-s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPOyNjCiWl8

AK-47

edit/update: the person who this song was originally written about is now essentially devoid of respect and likability in my eyes, so now it's a ballad for all of the lovers out there who aren't fucking each other over.

good riddance, s.

thanks, p.

thanks, world.

[peace.love.happiness]

e[u].logy (prod. purpan)

Tonight we were blessed by @thegreatkingsoul, melodious and melancholy. Unfortunately our last mix was removed for copyright violations by SoundCloud (sorry @dreamentact) but for now, we shall continue!

Tracklist:

Sokro - Late Night Cig
Unreleased
Tuff Luv - Slam Nu
idntrmmbr. - baise moi.
Lord Apex - E-M ☯ Goonf!sh
emune. - Get Loose
weird inside - hopeless
TEK.LUN - Live Your Life
SPELLWRKS x Yclept Insan - Mysticism
NA$TY ™ - fck byz
MNSTRMKK - Celebrate
pattyperk x haNN-11 - glide smoov

Friday Night Forecast - [KSG]

@tomppabeats

welcome to the beach.

thank you for the continued support.

i love each and every one of you with all of my heart. <3

sand (prod. tomppabeats)

The new album and first solo vinyl LP by Lidly titled "Omega" will be out next month on Urban Waves Records in colab with hhv.de !
more info after the jump..

Lidly - Elements

@acsibeats

here's some honesty/things i needed to get off my chest

enjoy

wasting time (prod. acsi)

Where We Met

self-produced

when i'm gone...

thanks to @spacegirlgemmy for suggesting i drop this as a single

luh u

remember me

you taught me how to feel again...

fantompower on beat.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUE.

@fantompower
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

gritting teeth. the sinner sleeps in novocaine.
pigment leaks, hidden cheeks from the focused flames.
frozen frame in her knowing gaze
to most, I’ve been closed off since the open day. 

too busy whipping dreams up for din dins.
housemates pissy he never clean up the kitchen. 
ditch the dishes to switch for swishes. 
courting on the court he be spitting to ya mrs. 

red handed - stigmata on the lords day 
lumber home tail dragging on the walkway. 
he only ever ate the gourmet in poor taste. 
now he gnaws on the corpse till the jaw aches. 

the old me. sold sleep from the dealer. 
cold feet, the soul weeps. need a healer.
i can be the feature... she can be the star for sure. 
in her golden fleece, it’s me her and the argonauts.

i'll be jason (a song for she) /// fantompower

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6i5OFAQdqs

prod. by south.vibe 
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli at Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUE.

@southvb
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

shifting sands and shrinking plans
in these injured hands; kick the crabs in the bucket. 
happy enough in the shack, slacking and slumped in his habits
gagging to covet trapped in a parish of puppets...
fuck it. 
this ain't nothing but a test
lover running for the best, covers flooding on the chest. 
sullen and depressed 
words woven just to wipe away the woe... to find the face.
he cried for days still, 

silent sneers chime in titans ears 
and kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds.
the sands flow like rivers until the sun sets. 
the sands flow like rivers until the sun rests. 
'nough stress as the clock face screams
so we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

with this song he put the ruby to the lip. 
tongue tied lucy on the tip. 
dumb fights, mum cried, lucy in the whip. 
apple of the eye and now he chewing on the pip. 

every day same old shit different day now.
all the grey clouds stay; shamed as rain pounds. 
chained down by fate paved since the stained gown. 

it's february again.

f e b r u a r y    a g a i n  /// south.vibe (video in bio)

[daze]

[daze] - ghostcheddar

nine.two on the beats.
artwork by HUE.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios.

@ninetwobeats
@sloppycereal
@iammusicli

let the smoke dance pirouette in suns. 
he been a mess, given cess sitting kept in lungs. 
while the sinner wept and dribbled debt upon a page of a4
solemn days and shade like what is it we’re made for? 

remember when we’d meet and keep it illicit. 
speaking logistics, her day and keeping me in it. 
needed to live it just to get to see the chosen path for he 
who bleeds the broken artistry, haemoglobin harmonies 

and hypertension tetra chords drop out the vocal. 
float like the boats out in Constantinople. 
not nows for know-alls. time speaks of honesty
In tones dry of modesty. throttling the prodigies

clobbering the righteous. never understood
so they colonized the island with weapons for woods. 
Embedded in the bush he found hope in himself 
and wrote notes soaked in oaths I hope nobody tells.

walks /// nine.two

@languidlooms <--- the most languid
@dylantheinfamous <--- one of the illest producers around
@estrestr <--- thx for the art nigga

we be dreamin..

spotify!

languid.oceans - speed racer [obijuan x looms.]

my favourite song

follow my girl:
https://soundcloud.com/donna-banya

YOUR LOVE SONG (ft. DonFeebleJr.)

it's been a minute. this recording isn't v strong or stable but I just wanted to share a lil reflection. We really can be the change y'all

(panned it alllllll the way to the left for the kids in red)(sorry jem)

--
dysmorphic microcosms made our molehills cosmic problems
they think we’re lost. I think we’re on to something 
I know the cost is comfort
the screens that raised us 
made us blind to life behind them
Yet we’re still surprised to pull back the curtain 
and find ourselves sat silent - why?
Undeniably, apathy is violence
So don’t shake that head from side to side
just get riled up 

and fuck the media 
descending like flocking crows
With warnings to heed
yeah the shock of change 
Is tangible, rattling bones
Can’t you feel it?
In the cold sweat we could have frozen
Instead, with resolve, chose to focus,
so zone in on whats scaring you. 
Shoulders may shake, that quick nerve quaking 
the face of your future, vague.
Maybe it don’t seem see through 
maybe opaque things are meant to tame us 
but levees are bound to break too.

For the sake of brevity, there lies one simple 
remedy to the sickness;
don’t leave the rest of this game to chance,
impartial, blame like pass the parcel 
pick the pen and take up arms.
Your impermanence should spur you
to weaponise your words
And let the knowledge that you learn permeate the surface
Complacency is an urge you must ignore

Let your brazen heart speak for you
Whilst they bore with
Self serving platitudes 
on silver platters, with matching spoons 
goons that have never seen a food bank
Haggle over the price of hospital beds
the prospect could be dreadful 
but we’re not there yet 
and we’re not so easily led by their hubris
tear down the fence 
make common ground make common sense
Who said the kids were clueless?
It’s our time now to do 
our voice could make the mountains move
Let’s prove it

ballots [SPOKEN DEMO]

facepaint

JEMNDI///DEPTH

JEMNDI//WHY?

b side from the official single release of february again - available on all streaming services. 

prod. by dylan.porter.
recorded, mixed and mastered by Musicli at old bill studios.
artwork by HUE.

@dylanportermusic
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

yeah he might have been a minute. 
been at high seas with the spirits.
never been about the now
for that moment he was living in it. 

through ice and the snow, 
deciphering codes by the tide in a boat
he’d rhyme to the chime of the coast in the night 
in the night shining like lights residing in his bones.

and it flickers with the highs and the lows.
mimicking the sighs and the moans. 
now he fidgeting inside of these clothes. 
black suit, white shirt, leather shoes 
hit the promenade, drumming out depressive grooves. 

somehow coping with change, 
broken away from the fam then he awoke at the wake. 
nobody prayed like he did. he would mean it. 
we only beseeched it and how he’s bout to meet with,

now he bout to meet with, everything he claimed was true. 
what if everything he claimed was true? 
this a game that we play where we’re made to lose
maybe we create the truth. x2
now higher than the planes you used to fly. 
grandfather i’ve only been retaining the laughs. 
it’s not the same with it only replaying in hearts. 

you echo through the cold corridors of this hot head. 
the old cobbled shores and their soft beds. 
my simple mind and its complex. 
the deep end that lost depth. 

these are the words that arrived, too late for crowd and too early for I. 
if anything.
if anything, I hope you see only this
and not the woes in which I once chose to sit. 

now you move how the angels move
and I prove to remain removed. 
but I know when I see the sun after it rains , it’s you. 
I hope everything you claimed was true. 

/languid looms.

thomson /// dylan.porter

mar out soon.

@ninetwobeats on the cut 
@sloppycereal on the artwork 
mixed and mastered by @nohidea
recorded at @estrestr's yard

black sea /// nine.two

it's death babygirl

https://soundcloud.com/misgreetings   <----- click to smash candles


x lo-hop records

ballots [SPOKEN DEMO]

Don Feeble