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Original Track - https://youtu.be/a4HSP8dBh4M?si=kamTuyvBqJMtdQat
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Loop Diggers SRC 180 Flossy B Trk 1 - POLAROID GUY

Contains elements of Tema Da Zorra, Montara, Armina
4 hours, lots of fun
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LDSR 188 Intermission

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Mystics

ft (atlas): https://soundcloud.com/atlas
beat (ILL G-Beatz): https://soundcloud.com/ill-g-beatz
lyrics:
(dismissedfit)
sometimes my thoughts come out lost in translation
drugs accommodating the loss and isolation
degradation of this generation. so with zero hesitation 
I seize the nomination, and please conduct a thorough investigation
of the style and skills, no ill-wills but I treat beats like it's Kill Bill
thrills the rave heads get from popping pills
keep dropping head nodding, beat knocking, sweet talking 
walk in with the mind state of a g, quotes from alchemy 
if talk is cheap we must of painted it gold
here's how the legend goes 
two men carrying the globe on their back 
atlas on the track with misfit spitting crack for the masses
greener passes for the manic depressant dope dopamine peasant
always present in the presence tense, a reflex I repent and reflect
for hours, enhancing my powers. allow us to preview the proud prowess
the gods endowed us lyrically gifted, spiritually uplifted 
torn between the music I love and the life we living 
head spinning, drink binging a poet alcoholic 
a watchamacallit 
(atlas)
sometimes my thoughts carve words in the rosetta stone
etching ancient messages and questioning the metronome
until my awkward footing starts to slip and i regret the whole
establishment i've padded with translations of the lesser-known
so you can try to rip my hands off of your weak cd
i'll be yelling "fuck laissez-faire and fuck that peace treaty!"
i don't need to be greedy to defeat a meek, needy mc
and proceed to overwrite the disc with tighter shit (hahaha)
it's like titus and leonidas arrived upon a fighter ship
stumbled each upon a fucking mic to grip
irises expanding as the rhymes align with tidal winds
and forces from the galaxy consort with every line that's spit
so i'm holding on the pen like it's a safety rail
moving syllables with force to make a train derail
faking confidence and following a snaking trail
through passages of affluence with aforementioned rain and hail

just trying to find an ending to this passage
that isn't death or neglegence or existential madness
so, floating in my raft through this ocean of posits
i'll remain here as a whatchamacalit... a whatchamacalit

watchamacallit ft. atlas (prod. ILL G-Beatz)

mad love to https://soundcloud.com/crabalioto for staying up from 4:30 am to 11 am this morning making this beat with me

the basics (prod. CRAB ALIOTO)

mad love to NAVE for coming up with the hook together and dropping that crazy verse   https://soundcloud.com/naveisdead
beat:  https://deca.bandcamp.com/
lyrics:
throw yo fucking hands up
throw yo fucking hands up 
I said throw yo fucking up 

this damn rut has got shut into the gutter
but every bar leaking out sounding smoother than butter
and imma smother any sucker mc that only cover 
misogynistic dumb shit like you ain’t got a mother
looking at me like I’m speaking with a stu stu stu stutter
so lemme make this shit clear and commandeer
every mic in the proximity experiment with atmospheric
similes stay severed from the simple needs and never leave 
my people, they know we got power 
so they’ll try to sedate us more with every passing hour 
more money more drugs more lust more struggle 
I try to keep it humble but this shit ain’t even subtle 
anymore and it keep spreading 
damned the past and its on the same path that we’re heading 
with Trump and every bum politicians laying bait 
tell me when the fuck before was America great?
I guess I hate money or the problems money makes 
or the people making money and the lengths
that they’ll go to make it grow
letting children starve just to sell your soul

hanging out in the top soil
everytime those thoughts might spoil
depth to deep the plot gets foiled
stand the heat or blood will boil

I graduated my flow, I'm talkin Cap/Gown, next level, y'all ain't ready for the boss, better back down, I've been slangin' these beats just like a crack house, I've been eatin' things that been eatin' brains, gave me mad cow, I blacked out, ended up inside the mad house, Now i stack rounds for anybody lookin' sideways talkin' with a bad mouth, you'll catch me walkin' on your son, i'm talkin' smashed mouth, I act foul, hit you with that "Whap! Pow!", bitch I never back down, i'm feeling like i'm Zakk Wylde the way i'm shreddin' beats and pullin' strings, fuck the fat lady, it ain't over till the bullet sings, i'm taking aim, now I gotchu within my scope, a cynical indigo within his pinnacle finna blow, Now I got my mission, it's different when in physical, Lost In Transmission's comin', that shit's bout to be biblical, Y'all been spending too much time up in the Top Soil, my shit is deep, I make 'em crave it like some Hot Pollo, my love for Hip Hop is Red Hot, I put that shit on everything, I'm gettin' married to this game with out a wedding ring or a pre-nup, this chronic got me feeling like a god when I re-up, gonna keep on making music, give a fuck with we make $3.00, you think y'all are poppin? Man, out shit's about to erupt

hanging out in the top soil
everytime those thoughts might spoil
depth to deep the plot gets foiled
stand the heat or blood will boil

Top Soil ft. NAVEISDEAD (prod. deca)

mad love to https://soundcloud.com/erameld and https://soundcloud.com/fatb1 for this beat. had to vent a bit on this one. hope it reaches you
lyrics:
life never really goes how we thought it would go
how we thought it would go
life never really goes how we thought it would go
how we thought it would go

thought i figured out life then i woke up 25 in the blink of an eye
like it keep passing me by, no wonder why we getting high 
to escape all of the stresses thought I’d be a super hero 
now all I gots this mess it’s broken dreams torn seams 
balanced beams I’m always falling off, wishing I was tall enough
somebody call this fucking bluff, I’m exhausted from pretending
how we enjoy the middle when still focused on the ending
always letting the past blur the path on which I’m headed 
regretting turning strangers from old friends, 
anger runs through my veins just like an old trend 
wish the best for you now, give no excuses for back then
just know I’m sorry

life never really goes how we thought it would go
how we thought it would go
life never really goes how we thought it would go
how we thought it would go

well this the last dance, last chance to say all that I never said
all the ones that never met the real you, if your response is "fuck you"
I feel you, the real truth is pain we cause is nothing we can feel too
I still lose track of myself gotta pick up shattered pieces 
glue em back together and hope that it’s cohesive 
this time I swear release is only strengthening belief 
it’s all that keeps me going these days
these days are all a haze 
just praying a better man walks out of this maze

2017

Life (prod. Erameld x F@B)

beat: https://soundcloud.com/iamalexcph
lyrics:
yo it’s been a minute. your ghost haunts the halls of my memory banks
like an exhibit, you always stayed a stranger to your limits 
world was fucked up now even worse without you in it,  uhhh
I’ll pour one out for every single shred of doubt 
that made you check out early, 
I’m sorry I couldn’t be around when you were hurting
i know the liquor made it worsen and the drugs were no deterrent 
now I’m sitting here conversing with myself on the lonely
thought you was bullet proof dawg you was the big homie
one of a kind, sublime shine, and one day
ill meet you somewhere in the sky, no need to even explain why
I’ll never try and comprehend, 
your demons held too tight of a grip at the end
and that smile made you seem so much farther from the ledge
fuck the dark times the lights enshrined in my head
you saved my life that night and I could never return the debt

I’ll always owe you one at least
rest in paradise brother
i hope your soul found peace

now tell me whens this ever getting easier?
I’m sick of all the bull shit we discussing on the media
the secrets keep on eating ya alive hope to survive my depression
comes to terms with myself, but past damage still extensive
never been religious still I pray that there’s a heaven 
host my brothers while we seperate the spirit from flesh
still broken at best, and each breathe another step 
in a new direction, I remember how you used laughter like a weapon
your aura was contagious, and these are the words I wish I told you
before I wrote em down on pages. but now the space is too great
and I’m five years too late, just roll one up and save me a chair at heaven’s gate

Half (prod. iamalex)

beat: https://soundcloud.com/fatb1
lyrics:
yooo this the prey turned predator
from the dark nebulae, peddling this medicine
for regular consumption, instrumental bumping 
out the whip heads jumping one hit straight buzzing
off their ass, cause this music stay cut like class
think fast cause I’m constantly sharpening the axe
mass execution leading to extinction, 
roots run as deep as aztec ruins see a clear distinction
depicting the inner workings of the matrix 
inter dimensional travel watch the flow shape shift 
keep a safe distance cause the flow straight sacred
contagious chakras centered balance saves it
my make shift introverted universal verses surges current 
through my nervous system, lifting the bar so far 
no more mental prison cracks the synapsis snaps
rubberband mans back with the facts in tact
no elastic traps the truth aint flexible 
this knowledge ain’t accessible, but knowledge is digestible 
anything less than the best is unacceptable searching for my limits 
ain’t even coming close and I’m nowhere near finished
calmly compose my inhibitions, probably ambitious to a fault
halt at the San Andreas line this off the richter can’t define 
the bigger picture i design then hit the liquor 
cause I’m miles past the point of no return
one hand in the inferno so I could show ya’ll how it burn 
just watch how it burn
live and learn show concern make amends
I’ll be chilling out here beneath the deep end

Bars (prod. F@B)

i live for Hip Hop.. always a work in progress
collaborations $120 a verse
beats $250

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGiZFZYJIA8
"Silent Crowns" EP here 2017 ... 
peep that
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Repost Page 1: https://soundcloud.com/missedfit
Repost Page 2: https://soundcloud.com/dismissedfit-repost-2

Bars (prod. F@B)

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