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Molly Featuring Aesop Rock, Tame One & Breeze Brewin

On the 4th sneak peek into Strange Journey Volume Three, Deacon The Villain, Aesop Rock & Sadistik confront their inner demons over an infectious Kno production.  Pre-orders for Strange Journey Volume Three begin March 24th at www.CunninLynguists.com! Photography by lostknightkg.

Castles f. Aesop Rock & Sadistik

Produced by Kno. 5th sneak peek from the upcoming "Strange Journey Volume Three". Pre-order NOW at www.CunninLynguists.com!

Kno: 
It's four o-clock on a Sunday morning 
Who the hell is calling my phone? 
Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning 
If you had any sense you'd leave me alone 

V1 (Natti): 
Wee hours of the morning and word is bond 
I’m in jail I need bail again, the word is bond 
Not James in a tux with olives draped on my cup 
With a dame all on me with healthy letters to cup 
So what up? 
Can you free me ‘fore my prints get back? 
And they run em through the system and realize that I'm black 
All I remember was the stripper then I faded to rack 
Said her name was December than she sat on my lap 
"Merry Crimmuh" 
Liquor and higher power my witness 
I thought fleeing The People was just a matter of fitness 
With all these nice drinks, compliments of Dennis 
Whoever the fuck that is 
"Dennis is this!" 
Two middle fingers up 
"Dennis is this!" 
Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths 
Whoever the fuck Dennis, is Dennis is pissed! 
Cus I don’t think that dude we was drinking with was Dennis at all, fam! 

V2 (Grieves): 
Ha, Yup, 
im aware it’s four in the morning 
but I just wanna tell you im drunk and im kinda horny 
I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip 
Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it’s a bitch 
Mainly cuz I now consider you one 
I wanna let you go but every time I seem to screw up 
Now that’s the problem with the space that you occupy 
It’s going great and then the thought of you would cross my mind 
A box of wine and a carton of coffin nails will 
Convince me now would be a great time for hate mailin’ 
Like "Hey bitch! How the hell have you been? 
Remember me? We were dating and you slept with my friends!" 
I just thought that I’d remind you in case you ever forget it 
And train yourself to believe that you're not a terrible wretch 
ha 
You broke my heart into like a million pieces 
So here’s another dim-litted picture of my penis 

V3 (Murs): 
Whoa! 
What the fuck is going on Grieves 
You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone? 
Is that a picture of your...? 
I'ma pretend I didn't see that 
All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt...ohhhhh 
You had to much to drink again 
Whiskey & a cellphone ain't never gonna be your friend 
You booze you lose, homie you been warned 
You better off using your cellphone to watch porn 
Grab some lotion & a napkin 
Jack off off then pass out 
All these drunk texts'll have you fucked off and ass out 
I hope you black out before you do anymore damage 
I checked your timeline, homie...why you Tweetin in Spanish? 
I understand if this is what you gotta go through 
But when you sober up I got some screenshots to show you 
And Grieves, bro...you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn't go through

Drunk Dial f. Murs & Grieves

Moving At The Speed Of Life . Living Legends

[Verse 1]
Snare snap sharp, cut the air like a guillotine,
Vinyl crackle chatter, underground in the mezzanine.
Spit fire dragon breath, scorch through the city scene,
Bars heavy, deadlift rhymes, never skipping routines.

Shadowbox syllables, dodgin' every sucker punch,
Lunch money flows, eat these beats for my brunch.
Back alley wisdom, graffiti gospel preachin',
Each line a brick, this cathedral I'm reachin'.

[Chorus]
Mic check, mic check, one-two, one-two,
Got the boom, got the bap, what you gon' do?
Keep it raw, keep it loud, keep it true,
Mic check, mic check, one-two, one-two!

[Verse 2]
Ciphers in the cypher, circles tighter than a lasso,
Flow Picasso, paint the streets with my rap glow.
Pavement sermons, concrete’s my congregation,
Spit till the moon dips in final rotation.

Punchlines hit, split wigs like a hatchet,
Static in the speakers, scratch it, let the match lit.
Crowd jumpin', earthquake under my sneakers,
Echo in the alleys, my words the loudspeakers.

[Bridge]
Boom to the bap, heart pound, can’t relax,
Dusty grooves in the wax, time rewind, no collapse.
Energy electric, every line kinetic,
Poetry magnetic, raw and unapologetic.

Mic Check Mayhem

Down Badd

Shadows On The Sun

Blah Blah Blah

Felt 2: A Tribute To Lisa Bonet

Gangster Ass Anthony

I Shot The Shepherd

Language Arts Crew - 9 To 5 - Feat. XI

Doomtree- Slow Burn

"Bad Time Zoo," the new album from Sims, produced by Lazerbeak is available February 15th on Doomtree Records. 12" vinyl single available at store.doomtree.net, as well as a pre-order for the full-length album.

Sims "Burn It Down"

Doomtree