Juice killed this beat on The wake up show.

Salt Of The Earth

The Brass Mollusc

I Missed Ya

FONK

Produced by J-Dilla. New music coming soon.
Lyrics: It's hard to have passion for your passion when you don't have passion for life
But that's in the past, I'm past it now so pass me the mic
Grabbing it like I'm seizing opportunity
Moving free, keeping it Feng Shuai in my room to breathe
It's nothing new to me - I've been doing this for let's say a decade or at least it's soon to be
I don't talk much let the Music speak
The Rosetta Stone - that's universal language with fluency
Who is he? You better get to know
This rocky road provided me with stepping stones when sea levels rose
From a wreckage I built a second home
I don't need to write, my heart beats as I take instrumental notes
Back in my rhythm: making plans and rhyme schemes
I spread my tuition by planting these dandelion seeds
Came from the dirt; evolution starts from the earthly ground
And it takes a revolution to turn the world around

Detriment - Life

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/detrimenthiphop
Beat produced by Dan Vagianos of Bedside Manners: https://www.facebook.com/bedsidemannersofficial
Mixed/Mastered by GuiltyRogers: Instagram.com/datboiguilty

Lyrics: Back like I never left
I was practicing my craft to the very nth, mastering strength to strength
That's where we're at in the present tense, it's happening yet again
The lab rattles as a classic is getting penned
Never-ending passion burning inside
Lights the neuropathways to guide my journey of life
Hit the spliff without question when I'm passed the dro
And get lifted till angels are cloud stepping on the ganja smoke
Classic quotes and smash hits - no compact disc
But I've mastered language; you can't match wits my adlibs
Real rapper's mentality from when skills mattered, we still at it
Living by the Illmatic track list
Not played in rotation on radio stations but got your favourites note-taking in their native locations
It's Detriment - spit my verse as your hit record spins
Stay dropping knowledge cos I'm in my fifth element

I don't really know what's popping right now
I just write what I wanna write down
All I know is that I got a tight sound
Everything else? Well, I'm just tryna be the the best of myself

Calculated like algebraics 
With verses so verbose they knock all the language out of you till you you can't pronounciate it
The error was intentional - that was a sick (sic) lyric
Continually sharpen my blade - I'mma stick with this
Quick witted, blink - miss it
Spic fisted: these knuckle dusters hold sentimental value; they hit different
Lift spirits but I won't kill 'em with kindness
I can't write three verses to allow for a minute of silence
Mood triggers shifts in the climate
They'll be walking contradictions once I cripple the spineless 
Villainous minded as the most vicious of tyrants 
You'll scream at frequencies that can't be picked up by psychics
Been around the block, can't afford a place on easy street
On a road less travelled visa-vi decaying scenery
Write the very same flames that ignite the sun
Not tryna catch a body, I'm tryna give life to one

Detriment - Best of Myself (prod. by Dan Vagianos)

Walk Away

Free download on Bandcamp: https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/passive-crash

Lyrics:

If you ask me, I'm done trying to talk through a screen
I had enough of that shit when I turned sixteen
Honestly, those friends were some of the best of my life
But it taught me that a surge might as well have been a scythe
So, people got taller, my world got smaller
Friends skipping town for the crown of a scholar
And that's okay, I say that's okay
You can't blame people trying to chase some more pay
But that raises the question, what is there to do
When your private oasis transforms into a tomb?
That question becomes so difficult to answer
When your principle succumbs from what's the opposite of cancer
A narrower mountain with higher ascent
I wanted life to be simple, but shit that's not what I meant
If could take it all back, I don't know what I'd have said
I think I said it all before they nested, packed it, and left
I'm a man, I'm a person that's the sum of their parts
And those parts are other people and their scars on my heart
I'd be lying if I said it never tears me apart
Oftentimes I can't help myself but stare at their marks
Maybe I'll be like my bro and I'll return to a screen
There's a million other messages to send and receieve
As for who they'll be from, well that remains to be seen
I just hope that I'll be happy with whatever routine

Make me proud
Make me loud
Bass, it drowns
Send more sound
Sea of sights
Looming nights
Guiding lights
Drop like flies

When that wall of glass shatters and the sun's in the dirt
It's hard to stop from thinking that the world is done and it hurts
Just look outside the window and the serpents agree
That it's lacking in a certain sense of permanency
So the clock ticks forward and the body unwinds
While the spirit argues that it's missing out on its prime
And who's to say it isn't when your soul's on the line?
Or when your brain's playing center while your heart's on the side?
And I circle 'round backwards, no one's paving the way
Add another crack fractured with the changing of dates
Call me childish, 'cause I know I can't take that change
Call me boring, 'cause I crave the same old every day
And that's crazy, you can't expect no shit to stick around
And when it doesn't, no, you can't go having fits on the ground
That's denying every chance that I've been given to grow
But then tell me what's the reason to know?
See, when the flesh and blood fades and disappears behind a screen
To consider it a death is just a little bit extreme
But it isn't worth the effort made to mobilize a fleet
Compared to a simple journey of one hundred thousand feet
We can say five-hundred miles, we can say five-hundred more
But we both know that our planes and cars are bolted to the floor
I genuinely hope that every blade of grass is green
In the black hole that exists behind the screen

Make me proud
Make me loud
Bass, it drowns
Send more sound
Sea of sights
Looming nights
Guiding lights
Drop like flies

Like Flies

I made a track over Aesop Rock's Cat Food. Huge Aesop Rock fan and I hope I did the track well.

Cat Food (Prod. Blockhead)

The first of a series of demo verses over classic beats. Obviously an amateur mix.
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Detriment - Tried By 12 Demo Verse

This is the final mating call of the only male Kuai O'o left in the world. Reaching out for a mate that no longer exists.

So I thought I'd make a beat out of it, as humans do.

The Last Kuai O'o

Hip hop artist from Merseyside, UK. I try to create music in a variety of different styles, ranging from hardcore to personal to conscious to horrocore.

Detriment - Tried By 12 Demo Verse

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