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A Night in Atlanta (Late Night Radio Remix)

Recorded set from ATL FAMILY FUNKTION: an Atlanta Humane Society Fundraiser. Lost my flashdrive packing up that night and just found it so here we are posting it 2 months later:) Hope you enjoy!

ATL FAMILY FUNKTION SET

This mixtape features 25 beats, remixes, remakes, and bootlegs.

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Sunroof Top ft. Late Night Radio (Daily Bread Version)

Riding Around In A Circle (Catch Me If You Can)

In The Beginning

Hands Up Intro

What do you do when you hear a noise behind you?

Wish just drops boulders from the sky! 🪨🤞


Verse 1  
Night’s dripping in alley-pitch, street light flickers like glitching code  
Silhouettes stretch long across the cobblestone — I grip the load  
Eight-step spiral stance in gravel, palms in orbit mode  
Earth dragon stalking in silence, breathing in haunted odes  
I don’t ask “who’s there,” I cast fists like cracked brick  
Bagua step shift, twist hips in a cosmic axis  
Broad palms bending the wind, every tick in my heartbeat  
Is a trigger in instinct, every shuffle of feet? A target  
Concrete elevated — I feel tectonics shiver  
Ghost in the gutter whisper — I answer with splintered liver  
흙으로 숨쉬고, 무릎을 굳게 쥐어 —  
(“I breathe in soil and clench the knees stern like a soldier”)  
A shadow moves left? I’m swinging a prayer-lined boulder  
Eyes peeled, heart steel — nerves burn like ancient incense  
Punching phantoms in doorways, I got trauma in each sentence  

Chorus 
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t plead, I don’t ask  
Earth on my breath when I break that mask  
A noise in the dark and I move with passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the silence cracks in  

Verse 2 
Fear taught me early—don’t measure the threat, just answer  
Lurkers lurking in street corners get left like fractured plaster  
Every rustle of trash is a trap, no room for naive banter  
So I shape my bars in mountain form, mud-blooded rap enhancer  
I roll with the weight of centuries, spin feet on the axis of grief  
Palm slides across the void — crack whatever hides underneath  
I hear gravel crunch—body rolls on pure reflex  
Bagua footwork, weaving circles ’round your apex  
“Is it real or illusion?” — I ain’t got time for that  
Every creak in the fence gets met with a spine attack  
I’m the rose in the tomb, bloom in a dead street’s gloom  
Sweep the gloom with a crescent boom, let the silence consume  
내 뼈 속 흙의 목소리 — they tell me “swing till it dies”  
(“Voices of earth in my bones keep whispering fight”)  
And I oblige — crystalline rage in a lotus disguise  
Hope in my chest, but a fist in my eyes  

Chorus  
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t plead, I don’t ask  
Earth on my breath when I break that mask  
A noise in the dark and I move with passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the silence cracks in  

Verse 3
It’s more than paranoia, it’s holy motion in dirt and rain  
Every crack in the pavement remembers the name of pain  
When the gutter exhaled, I inhaled defense like fate  
Meridian lines ignite — I activate dragon gate  
I step like a circle split in eight subtle pieces  
Each strike blossoms from ground, hid ill peace is:
You hear whispers, I hear warning—  
Night paints omen scripts on concrete in the shape of mourning  
I learned to fight before I learned to sing  
Now I sing in strikes and swing in rings  
Every flicker of light is a reason to strike  
Let the earth in my lungs turn impulse to bite  
If it’s nothing — fine. At least I lived.  
If it’s something — I bury it quick.  
Either way I keep stepping, sweat dripping in prayer tones  
Wish moving like a myth in the barricade of fear zones.  

Final Chorus/Outro 
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t beg, I don’t bow  
Earth in my veins when the lights go out  
You call it panic — I call it passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the whole night shatters  


Swinging At Shadows (Wish)

DerleeCruisinDailyBreadRemix

Daily Bread is the sonic perception of Rhett Whatley. 

Booking:
Jay: jmoss@teamwass.com
Zach: zberkowitz@teamwass.com
Logan: lhandelsman@teamwass.com

Management: 
Keith LeWinter
keith@redlightmanagement.com

Brandon Ginsberg
brandon.ginsberg@redlightmanagement.com

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