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D.R.O. - LoFi Love (Apartments) (Feat. Will Is Chillin)

12 Dust

"Mass Hysteria" produced by MCMA

we are
a real piece
of work.

that's what
give us
our worth.

A Mediocre Masterpiece

"Boplicity" is a rough demo that deM atlaS recorded to a beat by Twin Cities producer Ryan "Saint Paul Love" Ogle. Beyond being a rising Twin Cities production talent, Saint Paul Love was also a student in the Spring 2015 Rhymesayers Hip Hop Essentials Class at IPR. Tragically, in September of 2015, Ryan "Saint Paul Love" Ogle passed away. 

To celebrate his life and music, Ryan's I.P.R classmates have put together The Legacy Of Love show, featuring performances with artists he was collaborating with before his passing, as well as taking place at the last venue he performed at, Icehouse. 

For more information on Saint Paul Love, this "Boplicity" demo and the upcoming Legacy Of Love show, which is paying tribute to his music, visit HERE:
http://rhymesayers.com/news/dem_atlas_legacy_of_love_show_demo


Legacy Of Love takes place at the Icehouse on January 19th, 2016, featuring the music of Saint Paul Love with special performances by deM atlaS, Carnage The Executioner, Guthrie, and special guests...

deM atlaS - Boplicity (Demo)[Prod: Saint Paul Love]

Lyrics:
"3's company, Appetite for Destruction tee, Chunky Monkey, Funyuns, I can feel the cat judging me, please, I've seen you eat your puke and drink the toilet water, which completely renders your opinion void you little fucker, poison puffers hit the reef, hissing through their missing teeth, pissy like a minotaur with 6 hours in the middle seat, or middle schoolers protesting the mystery meat and Catcher ban, castaways, walk into the same light as Carol Ann, dagger in his teeth and treat a rapper like a rack of lamb, his allergy is middling, his middle finger's Plastic Man, dag, they want a de-radicalized youth, though it sort of undermines the magic of high noon, my right hand writing a diary of the dodgy, I do the wrong thing when all the right people are watching, it's a medley of defiance and outfoxing, born in a storm's eye alongside Long Island swamp kings, bonk, shoegaze rap, get your blue suede, get used to the goofy get-a-clue face, jump into the goon goose chase, try the kool-aid, try the blue plate it tastes like dooms day, off leash gryphons at the Westminster Kennel Club, as vessels of Beelzebub, bite the hand that belly rub, lug it to belfry, keep the pups alive and healthy, we as hunters treat the summers like a mother ripe for milking, up and feeding Alexander Pardee art into the silk-screen, still here, sleeping with the lights on and quill near, tour van, corpse paint, war moon, make the bass wobble like a 2-man horse suit, dork-proof, type to forge a sword in his dorm room, break fiends, drain 3s from the warp tube, long tooth, short fuse, stormtroopers over John Zorn loops, if you ain't core it ain't for you, trolls, bubbling from the lows, want nothing but to run him for the bulk of what he owns, homie all of this material ain't shit to me, the trinketry, the filigree, the antiquated theories of validity, I never really cared for the cars, the point A to B sound scared when it starts, trash can fire in the middle of his crib, where the coven swap recipes and riddles from the crypt, it's monsoon season, keep the log flumes leanin’, religious paranoia get the Doc Seuss treatment, breaking out the Bronx Zoo, tabletop the Mongoose, gray fade, ain't afraid to knock a few cogs loose, I'm from where it's defense on 3, and anybody with a fucking brain bump Sean P, old boy, might combine the carve with the stalefish, all aboard the mid-life snail's pace tailspin, you were busy authoring the holy grail of mailed-in, I was busy snow, sleet, heavy rain, hail, wind, ready aim fail shit, it's Hail Mary’s everywhere, over all the petty shit, under all the messy hair, I'm untouchable, uncrushable, plus ill, we don't need another hero we just want our cups filled, I'm trivial pursuit cards at the 40/40 buzz kill, Aesop Rock, code name: yo son chill."

Aesop Rock - Untouchable (AR Version)

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)

I was approached by The Seattle Times to write an op-ed guest column commenting on the recent gun violence in Seattle. So I wrote a rap and they liked it and <a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/editorialsopinionpages/2018389866_blue-scholars-prometheus-brown-seattle-shootings.html">posted the lyrics here (w/ video) in the online Sunday edition (June 10th)</a>. People asked for a studio version so I quickly recorded the verses over this Sabzi beat from last year and the homie Justo came through with the clutch 90-minute mix down. Thank you for listening.

- Geo/Prometheus Brown

Get the instrumental as part of Sabzi's <a href="http://music.townfo.lk/album/yesler">Townfolk - YESLER beat tape here</a>!

Instrumental originally used on <a href="http://brothersfromanother.bandcamp.com/album/quality-of-living">"BFA Say prod. Sabzi" by Brothers From Another</a>!

Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/bluescholars">@bluescholars</a> | <a href="http://twitter.com/sabzi">@sabzi</a> | <a href="http://twitter.com/prometheusbrown">@prometheusbrown</a>

May Day

Das Racist is a weed edge/hare krishna hard core/art rap/freak folk music trio based in Brooklyn, New York, comprised of Queens-born Himanshu Kumar Suri, San Francisco-born Victor Vazquez, and queens-born Ashok Kondabolu. Suri and Vazquez met at Sarah Lawrence bard pomona wesleyan art college in Massachusetts, where Victor was Himanshu's resident advisor in a "students of color for social justice" themed freshman year dormitory. The duo later added Kondabolu as a hype man and spiritual advisor. 

Mishka x Greedhead present the Shut Up, Dude mixtape.

Deep Ass Shit (You'll Get It When You're High)

Buy on iTunes: http://bit.ly/12hiufB
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Watch the video: http://bit.ly/15Lq7Os

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Aesop Rock - Cycles To Gehenna (Zavala Remix)

Richie Cunning - Pure Imagination

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
(only serious inquiries)
for features and management hit up dismisssedfitcantrap@gmail.com

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Top Soil ft. NAVEISDEAD (prod. deca)

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