Dude, powerful. Got some goosebumps there.

Digibro

You wanna open my heart, let's do a surgery
Start where I fell apart, with our perjury
The art of drifting apart, it's my specialty
Seventeen fucking times, still counting
I don't know how to get a grip on anything
I let go at the first sign of slipping
I lost touch with what came before before
forgetting my home the minute I'm out the door

And it all just slips away...
And it all just slips away...

Here's some things I forgot to mention
Before the detension of our relationship
I skipped out on many things I liked
And tried not to be like, a bitch about it
I doubt it was successful, but while it's stressful
You must understand myself
I wouldn't give up anything for someone else
please don't think I wanted to be anywhere else
Sometimes I really couldn't see myself with you
Other times I couldn't really be myself with you
But ultimately I could see myself in you
And knew that you were trying just as hard
I know you tried to respect my art
You fought againt doubt with faith in your heart
And I believe we were all we should be
with this reprieve we may see what we could be

I've left a lot behind due to distance
Time chugs on with fatal persistence
Lives I touched just to leave behind and
Hands that held mine that I'll never find
Much more than just blips on my radar
Best friends, relationships, that don't fade are
Left like scars with their stories to share
As I journey this earth in search of their place
Faces etched into my brain
Smeared by the stains of time and age, mind games
I've played with myself, trying to help me forget
But now I'm filled with lingering regret
The sun sets on my childhood
And my hood's grown out of these woods
Moved out and found their lives ahead most aren't
Dead like they thought, and now that they've fought
Battles in the real world

They know what happens in the real world...

I only know how to do one thing
Burn with my passion as the one true king
Strike down the dark in my heart and sing
A requiem for the passing of all the good men
And women who fell at my sides
People I left behind in my life
Memories I will cherish and hide
Deep in the confines of my cold mind
Relight the fires burning inside
Eat all the lights in sight that I find
Strengthen the core of fight with all my
Might and don't die and never subside
RISE TO THE TOP OF ALL AND PRESIDE
OVER THE TOPS OF ALL OF ALL LIFE
KILL THE LAST SHREDS OF DOUBT IN MY MIND
OPEN MY HEART TO ALL OF MANKIND
...and all of it's mine

OPEN

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Alive! (DIED AGAIN 2) (Prod. Gleeski)

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Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/djcutman


Lately I’ve been yearning to travel. Break out of the routine, take risks, see new places, meet and reunite with long distance friends. NΣΣT’s music has accompanied and endlessly inspired me during these adventures. From the moment I first heard his tunes, I’ve been able to relate to it and confide in it in a really intense way.

This is my tribute to an artist who’s very important to me, and a song that truly reflects my heart.


Ambiance recorded at a Nanodisco show at the Wonder Bar in Allston, MA.
Photo taken during an adventure to NYC.

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NΣΣT - Wanderlust (chjolo Remix)

A "remix"(??) of @Frankjavcee's Visions And Potions in the style of @PandaBoY 

Original: https://soundcloud.com/frankjavcee/visions-and-potions

Song Samples:
(Main vocals) Frank Jav Cee - Visions and Potions
(Chopped female vocals) Yumemi Nemu - Cosmic Melon Soda Magic Love
(Japanese bitches saying stuff) - Dempagumi.inc - Otsukare Summer

PandaPotions

ガソリン☆gasoline

The version that god (Jess) intended. FUCK YEAH!! Me and Endless Jess rapped over this kickass MZShaidu beat!! Expect a mixtape some time!! Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Digibro]
I chase release, sixteen bottles deep
in some weak shit, my peak shit dried out
always night out when I look
I'm still too lazy to cook
Nowhere else open at night
So I stay after that light
Wawa subs, takin that bite
cigarettes gettin' that light
ate again, drivin there twice
I don't like none of they food
fuck am I s'posed'ta do?
no one else awake here so I stay jackin' my dude
gettin' in fights online
wastin' my fucking time
tryin ta fuck with this wine but now my tolerance is too high
rhymes becoming off-time
wrapping thoughts up in tight little rice balls to eat up and spit out
at people who pass by my house on the sidewalk
you balk at my face, mother fucker, I'm carving your eyes out
you don't know who you're dealing with, I'm a man with his mind out of
control -- don't know what I'm prone to do at this hour
my skin has gone sour and bruised,
I'm rotten through

[Verse 2: Endless Jess]
come to on the floor
in a pile of trash and piss shit stained drawers
I'm a hot mess hoarder, the lord of disorder
calorie absorber, performer, a camcorder
and I’m bored, another symptom to record
in the pit, the only hole i fit anymore
until i stick more whores 
with my thick pork sword
i got ticks on my dick getting sick and engorged
i used to dream of how i’d be when i was grown
picture me with a 6 pack, not the kind that foams
now i live alone, never shower, i live in squalor
blocking out the sun so i never know the day or hour
and my teeth all yellow, gums receding, 
gingivitis, cut myself eating now I’m bleeding
while i’m beating up the mic
and i’ll take another bite
of the burger that i dropped in the trash last night

[Verse 3: Digibro]
Fast food on my mothafuckin' breath
Wine spilled on my mothafuckin' chest
I'm drunker than my rhymes are good
my wordplay's bored, I torn between asinine and scorned
I'm fine from four till dawn
But wronged from six PM to one
I'm no fun and no body cares what I've become
Or how I've run so far from the sun
- my body is fucking falling apart
- fat and gross and weird and fucked up
My beard looks like a rapist
My shape is amorphous
- I don't know what I enjoy
There must be, please, I hope, a point to all this
Somewhere along the line when looking at the time
Stopped meaning anything my mental state became in constant flux
I've got six thousand bucks and don't know what I want to own
I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown

ROTTEN (ft. Endless Jess) [Prod. MZShaidu]

Another rap over a sick MZShaidu beat. Expect an album some time soonish.

Lyrics:
I would love to save the world, but I know everything dies
We know the cycle never ends, but we continue to try
If I miss the singularity within my life, I'm fucked
Gettin' cucked by the universe
What if I pull a Sing About Me and get shot by the end of the verse?
The real curse is not knowing
Yet feeling the need for a goal towards which to continue growing
and never slowing even when it hurts
I'm reimbursed for my effort with a fat coin purse
but the years I've burned past I can't reverse
all the hoops I've jumped through to avoid the hearse
make the thought that I'm wasting my time so much worse
and what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what could be worse than that?


the final boss of our lives is death itself
fighting temporary threats only barely helps
if we can't pull the ghost from the shell, we won't survive
and we've only got so much time
I put my lime in my coconut so I can chill
pretending this ain't real, just so I can deal
if the world ends with me, then at least I made it
I'll watch the sky burn from the backyard, faded

(I'm)mortal

Title track/opener for the upcoming album. Prod. MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu

Lyrics:

I hit bedrock in my bedroom
playin' new Doom with Aesop Rock and MF Doom
and a shroom sandwich--not psychedelic, but delicious
got no bitches--no women either, for that matter
I'm higher on scattered thoughts than most get on batter and pipes
I make a living off my list of gripes
I've got no game, no life, and plenty of cash from passion
the type to look at myself and start laughin'

'cause I'm holed up in my room
crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom
youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon
and just too much time, not enough to do

Nothin' in life will ever live up to Demon's Souls,
MC Ride, Endless Jess, and Nobue Itou
I eat so much stress, my beard grows quicker
I'm ten pounds thicker from my facebook picture
Had a published auto-bio when I printed out my twitter
I've never read a book that wasn't with me on the shitter
I'm bitter over every bad comment that I've gotten
but unassailably self-confident since writing Rotten

and I'm holed up in my room
crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom
youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon
and just too much time, not enough to do

Bedroom Bedrock

Beat by MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/fresh-summer-breass

Lyrics:
the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

all the best shit in life comes from you and I
from mankind, when they ain't fuckin' around
or stuck on the ground, or straight fuckin' it up
when they layin' great stuff in the cut, and gettin' the bucks
I go to see 'em sometimes
with a fat wallet I don't need a disguise
don't mention politics or the bad guys,
the high concepts, or the truth unrealized
look 'em in the eyes
I don't hate all of ya'll fuckers
but some of ya'll mothers got a need to get smothered
but I can set aside my druthers
for a waffle, and some chicken, and a lil' honey mustard--matter fact
let me live at IHOP
and eat gross tenders 'till my fuckin heart stop
set up a lil' booth where I can record my hip-hop
and drop in random patrons for podcast interviews

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

My plate's legit completely full
with fat raps to eat and sick shit to pull
and thick chords to play, while I don't get no play
'cause I ain't got all day to swipe left on bitches
--that's inauthentic, but how I roll
I only pay attention when the dinner rolls come out, no doubt--
I like people for the art and food
and if I seem rude, that's cause I don't know ya, dude

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

Humans Are Okay

So https://soundcloud.com/frankjavcee made this beat and posted it on youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtDtLWIyw7w and I immediately downloaded it and wrote/performed a rap for it because it totally fit the kind of stuff me and @MZShaidu have been doing, right down to the length lol. Lyrics below:

All my Boos and Ghastley gettin' nasty
see, we be long-lasting--not a bad thing
no, a little haunting could by happy
when flaunting this rap beat
when the cat screams out on a pitch black night
don't recoil in fright, but delight
cause we do it right
with a purple haze and a blown-out brights

We don't need to fight you to ignite you
we could fly right by you to spite you
but a much more wrongful way to right you
is to write a song full of curses and turn you 
into one of us with the rhythm
get you down here to clown with the villains
pull your spirit up through the ceiling
and get you really feelin' it
so hard you're straight-up stealin' it
like you was DigiB with a fat-ass beat
takin' straight off the page from FrankJavCee!
now you see me and now you don't
Dance and scream like the Baby Ghosts
or Fear and Loathing, lose your clothing
And your body, and grab a host!

All my Boos and Ghastley gettin' nasty
see, we be long-lasting--not a bad thing
no, a little haunting could by happy
when flaunting this rap beat
when the cat screams out on a pitch black night
don't recoil in fright, but delight
cause we do it right
with a purple haze and a blown-out brights

I'm wanted on two accounts of unlawful posession
I'll make your heads spin all they way around to kiss on your asses
I got a flask full of slimer and yes a head full of gas
I haven't passed on from this life I'm simply over the last
I don't gotta move fast
don't gotta trip when I wanna relax
just let a boombox blast outta window to the whole world
when I want them to hear my sass
I can be crass, but it's how I roll
if you don't like it then get ghost 
and the haunting started, party like it's
somethin' you never did before

All my Boos and Ghastley gettin' nasty
see, we be long-lasting--not a bad thing
no, a little haunting could by happy
when flaunting this rap beat
when the cat screams out on a pitch black night
don't recoil in fright, but delight
cause we do it right
with a purple haze and a blown-out brights

GHOST TRIBE (ft. Digibro)

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Original by @NoahHafford ::
https://soundcloud.com/galaxy-swim-team/noah-hafford-that-way

Artwork by Noah Hafford ::
https://twitter.com/NoahHafford

Noah Hafford - That Way (nelward Swim Teamix)

Check out the video!! https://youtu.be/1Act-AacEtI

Download from Bandcamp: https://ayanoultra.bandcamp.com/track/sweet-funky-brother

There are a butt ton of samples from Jet Set Radio and Jet Set Radio Future in this mix. I think you'll enjoy finding them all!

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Jet Set Radio Remix | Sweet Funky Brother

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4:00AM Flip

marcos pizza for a first date... no? ok
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MARCOS

Dedicated to Chris Taylor (1997-2018).

LYRICS:
I've spent many epochs trying to repair all my files
there are thousands of them in my mind
scattered all around, so fragmented
broken in my brain, my memory can't be the same
memory, volatile in nature
did I write to disk? 
or did I purge those thoughts all about you
there's nothing here that I can risk

please, oh please, oh where can I find you?
oh I miss you so
it feels like there's corruption inside me
bad sectors created from woe
when you were around I felt nothing and partitioned my mind
I wish that I could still feel aligned

wish that I could store all that data
may have flipped those bits
but all I want is you here beside me
I don't know if your file exists
recovered from a head crash that made me reconsider life, 
like an understanding of my time

please forgive me for my failures
I am human too 
when I look into a mirror
I say, "that isn't you"

wandering around without a purpose
combing through the tracks, I would do anything to have you back
I don't know what I did with your data or even if it's stored
I don't tend to think when I record

please, oh please, oh where can I find you?
oh I miss you so
it feels like something's zeroed inside me
I know that I have to let go
  
please, oh please, oh where can I find you?
oh I miss you so
the world feels so lonely without you
but I know that you had to go

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SAMPLE SOURCES:
Francy Boland - Claudia

Vocals by me

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