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its my fav time'o year.hit my oldr gz up for the loosie.
prod by me. both ivan & blu have features on my upcoming LP w/ @ackryte.

"raw sheep lp" coming soon via cascade records. be on the looks for tht WAX
[hbd to me nggas.]

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j'von ft. blu & ivan ave - "autmn"

As Worcester, MA up-and-comer Joyner Lucas prepares for the January 20, 2015 release of “Along Came Joyner”, the follow-up to his 2013 release, “LFO’s (Low Frequency Oscillators), he drops a track that screams as to why he will one day be considered one of the greatest to do it. He nails these verses, both forwards and backwards, in a way reminiscent of Chamillionaire’s Rap City freestyle (TBT), and he does it with ease. Much of Joyner’s recent work has shone a light on the societal ills of racism, most recently “Dear America (Don’t Shoot)” for which he made his own video comprised of nothing but police brutality footage. On “Back Words" Joyner is simply having fun. It's a prelude of sorts to Part 2 of "Words With Friends", one of his most popular videos to date.There may not be dance made up to this one but it will definitely leave you wondering how he does it. Odds are your favorite rapper can’t.


Back Words

another track off of upcoming "raw sheep" lp w/ ackryte via cascade records. got the homie blu to kick w/ us again.

PREORDER DAT VINYL MAN: https://cascaderecords.bandcamp.com/album/raw-sheep

@ackryte @cascaderecords

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j'von & ackryte ft. blu - they dnt beleev

edit: thank you for all the support

prod. by @yungmai
mixed by @tevinwmusic

you are papyrus to a scribe,
your highness, I’d describe you
as the finest kind of wine that ages so well
it rewinds the time

you aren’t wine,
you are the fibers of the vine, divine, you are defined
in Webster’s as the climate of the Caribbean, 
me and you should burn together like we’re fire and kerosene,
you plundered through my chest and stole my heart, a pirate of the fairer being,
Midas sighed and let his sinuses unwind and golden ether culminated into you, 
the lioness to her pride, I heard you sculpted king poseidons diamond trident at his side,
the surest sign of suicide for me would be that you had died, 
the God of Death, Osiris, Isis and her ibis-headed mask
would guide you down a spiral staircase into Cyprus if you asked,
you are the ripest stalk of Cairo-grown papyrus to this scribe, 
I’ve got no stylus to describe you as the finest kind of wine
that ages so well it rewinds the time, no, you aren’t wine,
you are the Carolina pines, and I’m so sorry that you aren’t mine.

to the girl 3 seats over on the f train.

thank you to everyone for all the support, really

prod. @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

if somehow scientists proclaim they see the apocalypse approaching 
I would buy a box of tissues, Oculus and lots of lotion 
and just lock myself indoors, I’d build a bunker out of blankets,
a fallout shelter out of sofa cushions, cook a bunch of pancakes, 
while I thunk about my grandkids, I’d prolly have to forage lunch,
or have a bran of storage porridge and a can of orange chunks,
until I reached a shortage, then if I hungered for a banquet

I’d make cocktails, mostly molotov
and waltz on over to a wal-mart with my martyr-like martini bombs and wall it off
so I could have the whole place to myself,

 I’d stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts 
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until I felt a sense of self-defense, 
I’d meld a fence around the produce sector and I wouldn’t have to spend a cent, 
I’d set up tents in electronics and wouldn’t have to send the rent, 
Instead of panicking, I’d marshal mannequins, pretend they’re friends
and host a massive slumber party in the “home and bedding” end

cause all I need to be content, is room and board and solid food
if I end up the last on Earth, then I’d adore the solitude
and I don’t mean to sound too rude, I just don’t really find it strange
that I don’t care the way we go, whether it’s war or climate change
atomic bombs or comet craters, hordes of zombie space invaders,
angels singing psalms while Satan’s satyrs crack through the equator
either way we’re gone, and I don’t feel the need to lift the rug,
if I can spend my final moments happy, I don’t give a fuck

I’d do my best to reconstruct tho, if let’s say the apocalypse 
caused major drops in populace and hit New York’s metropolis, 
I’d obligate myself to help me congregate the boroughs, 
add some zeroes to the census bureau’s copy room materials,
I’d even copulate with girls to help repopulate the world
cause that would be my duty;

 maybe I’d do what Jehovah would
and go for broke and build an ark of fifty cubits gopherwood
but leave the termites out cause surely that would not go over good

If I knew the world was ending
I’d start texting all my exes
and fuck ourselves to death until Jesus resurrects us
and the trumpets say 
it’s judgement day…

cataclysm

thank you for ALL the support 
mixed by @tevinwmusic
prod by @yungameba

music video: http://bit.ly/2yaRgA1


I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy 
but I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
on top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
and be an undercover tinder samurai

cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
and swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
and I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu 
on every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be,
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
and disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free,

trust me,

 I’m a tinder bio brainiac
the way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
on christian mingle, I’m a casanova,
if ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
just for someone’s arms to hold me
also, I’m really big on agriculture

but if I had that body of a grecian god
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
and hope I don’t get catfish,
the fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause god knows I could use the practice,

and if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties “salaam”
and sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
cause I just care for our connection, 

I don’t care about the sects

sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
and then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
and then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
and get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
and check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
and ask her if she likes the novel,
and once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream waffles,
and she’d probably say that’s awesome, 

 I’d ask her when she’s off of work,

 she might answer “midnight”

 I’d tell her that sounds awful, 

what a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number,

 and I would ask her what her digits are
and if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars, 
say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too 
and try committing by committing online dating seppuku

tinder samurai (video in description)

lakim & i's bday week. here's a track off our new project that we haven't finished. part 2 my g. hbd to me ok

raps. @itsjvon
prod. @lakimisalive

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http://www.twitter.com/itsjvon

J'Von x LAKIM - The Shade 2

Much more to come soon 🙂

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/leapyearr
mixed by @ibr

Lyrics:

A thousand miles in my head but i aint seen you yet
Runnin through my mind
Wait for me, give ya feet a rest
I used to wanna be the best
And now i just wanna be with you
I'm on my way home girl we'll be together soon
I see your silhouette dancin on my balcony
Makin me feel golden, i would swear you practice alchemy
Knew i should've told ya I'd be there by the morning, but i wanna sneak up on ya and surprise ya with a sight to see
Like, "Hi it's me!"
Would you mind if we
Shared this dance..
I felt our hearts
Synch in beats
So i timed my steps
I'd like to think
That my feet
Wouldn't make a mess
But I'm not good at dancing
So I'm hopin that we can forget 
At least this part
We just needed a kick start
I've felt ya love before and i swear to you girl that it's art
You talkin bout the future only one i care for is ours
And we can be careful but baby i want more of these parts

So we could roll the dice
And we could take our chances
And we could go where life takes us
We don't need to plan it
Baby, i see, me and you together
And i think that we could go forever
×2

Chances..

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I had to, I just fuckin had to!

Wait a Minute Tetsuo! (Wait A Minute Remix)

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The beat was to fuckin crazy! I had to snap bro. 
Soundclouds
jvstX- https://soundcloud.com/datnigguhx
 PE$O PETE -https://soundcloud.com/pesopetemusic


lyrics

I'm removing heads Like a mannequin.
Caught him at the spawn and kill yo man again.
I got super troopers who are known to shoot if you fuckin up or shenanigans.
I'm a black nigga who wants land again
Always pay my debt like a Lannister
If you try and play me, like you not gon pay me I'm hang a nigga like a banister.
Like porn I always watch the amateur. 
Because they new to this an I'm they manager
So if they slip and trip I'll have ta dumped quick, pull up and  sweep they shit like a janoitor.
You are not above us, you ain't canada
I can go forever check my stamina.
I need Diane from the seven deadly sins 
Because she thick as fuck and I can handle her.
I be Killin every single think I touch and I'ma tell you Niggas when I had enough. Like I'm the type to up cut a motherfucka, in the middle of it ask he what is up. I'm like Diggz I really just don't give a fuck. I'm like a hunter nigga I just need a buck and If you beat me you must have a four leaf clover cause the truth is my nigga thats all luck. So I'm, leadin a legion of demons was dreamin of torturing you for some reasons for scheming and all that Bullshit you believe, concede you where, but now you are defeated. The process ain't over proceed to repeat it. the death of my enemies is when I've succeeded.
The truth is my nigga I really do mean it.
To get what I want that's one way to achieve it.

Akuma (Ft. PE$O PETE) [Prod. jvst x]

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People kept asking me to join.  First I didn't want to at all but i just said fuck it, I'm in. Kind hope I don't last long cause I'm feeling extra lazy lately. So try your best to knock me out of the competition ^_^ should be fun.

Predator (Barfest#3)[Prod. Nonbruh]

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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.
but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CV7fiCF4ZPY

Spike in space shit... Don't be afraid to Repost :)

prod. by @slominu

Cowboy Bebop Freestyle (prod. by slom)

thx @itsjvon ur a maniac
spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7h3vUuh0CkWLzGDfbM1eFs
apple music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/tell-all-ur-friends-feat-jvon-single/id1240403936
<3

Spotify

Tell All Ur Friends (feat. J'von)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter and @iamsamsa

Produced by:
https://soundcloud.com/xmittens

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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i’m not your average superhero, 
i don’t wear a cape or tights
and you won’t catch me slinging webs through cityscapes, 
i’m scared of heights
i’m not your textbook superhero
i can’t levitate or fly
but if you pass the sunday crossword, I won’t hesitate to try
i’m not the type  of vigilante who goes off avenging homicides
more the kind to just correct your comma splice,
constructive criticism supervillain, yes, i’m honest when I prompt advice
but even when a novice writes I always leave my comments nice, 
leap buildings in a single bound, y’all should see the way my fingers race
through city streets of letter keys whether double or single-spaced
faster than a speeding bullet
if you’re talking words per minute
write so comprehensive each bullet loin t holds the world within it  
power like a locomotive, discipline of sage strength 
essays that I write are twenty pages past the page length 
not the man of steel but when i sit to write i’ve got no kryptonite 
as long as i’ve got coffee i can sip tonight 
call me cyclops, i’ve got laser vision page revision,
not a next-gen x-men, but i’m crazy with the red pen  
mutant when I’m writing, yes, my drafts have got evolving genes
watch me wielding clauses like I'm wolverine

I’m not your average superhero, I don't mask my voice like this/
secret identity's dull, I don't see a point in it/
I'm not out here to save the world on day/night protocols/
I just take my Pryde in sentence structure, phase right through the walls of text/
polished, read a second time, kind of like Professor X/
but I read essay lines instead of minds until they're all correct/
triple check that proper punctuation ends it/
perfect verbs with fantastic nouns like Ben Grimm/
spin webs of any size and catch a reader's attention/
nab plagiarists like flies, I write with tingling senses/
swing right overhead with lines of super tensile strength/
fingers type like streaks of light, whether past or present tense/
I arrive just in time, type more than Cyborg/
not Robin, no red or green underline eye sores/
I channel Raven, write in style of Edgar Allen Poe/
no green eyes, but tackle any beast of rhetoric that you know/
they can call me any hour, but they view it as a lesser power/
when my essays get an A on top, like Avenger's tower/
in the meantime I think I'll go into hiding/
a reckless vigilante with his helmet on, still writing/

Headhaunter x samsa - Superlative Heroes

off an upcoming project with @nohidea

coming to spotify tomorrow

spotify

Passing Time (Prod. Nohidea)

prod. @xmittens
mixed by @ibr

lyrics: https://genius.com/Samsa-technocrat-lyrics

technocrat

Music Video: https://youtu.be/h1d5ZGt8DRE

Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/one-and-only-feat-syreniti/1320568936?i=1320568943

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3st5aWFAvmTWEFV5cQpTs3?si=Z3vxZyiTQKy0adYisKP8qw

One and Only Ft. Syreniti [Music Video In Description]

Music Video: https://youtu.be/h1d5ZGt8DRE


Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/one-and-only-pt-2/1332374593?i=1332374606

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1Gyt12EEprGt5fuZw3aDoE?si=S-NgkvCAQpyxrjVbHuDgpw

One and Only Pt.2 [Music Video In Description]

now i'm just doing my thing.

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CrazyFlow🔥

Christian Jae