A Different Way (Ft. Ellay Khule)

Raps written by the rappers rapping them
Beat produced by ECID

This song is a constructive response to the ridiculous thing that is black Friday. DONT BUY ANYTHING HUG YOUR MOM INSTEAD.

GET IN LINE ft. Kristoff Krane & Moodie Black

[Lyrics]

(Verse 1)

Say I ain't got style pussy read my lips
I been sweating out diamonds that's the way I drip
You can grind for your life, couldn't buy my whip
I'm the first to take off, y'all don't work like this
Used to change bike tires now I buy your bitch
Used to break my chain now it break my wrist
Heavy in the paint standing 5 foot 6
I'm the last to take shots cause the boy don't miss

Y'all worried bout my ignorance, like you're innocent, mind your motherfucking business bitch
I be stressing bout the benjamins, y'all are impotent, couldn't fathom any line i spit
Lil baby Imma down this fifth
Maybe it'll drown my sins
Dive in the pussy like I go for a swim, we going off the deep end she drowning gin my jizz

(Verse 2)

Let me dumb it down for your dumbass
I get nasty on the beat, I ain't a class act
Heard you tryna get buck, where my spaz at?
12 gauge to the brain that's my fucking backlash
Get whipped in a second when I crack that
If he tryna run the Imma get his back packed
Talking outta your neck, well then I snap that
I don't play the cards but I'm here to get cash back

Bitch you can't ride my wave
I got ghosts asking to sign their grave
No one could walk this road if I paved it
Couldn't see that I'm the one who dressed your bitch, you want the lace sick?
Got a new seat for the pussy let's face it
Jesus getting freaky for free, you need a payment
On a highway, no way I let you lane switch

(Verse 3)

I may hide in the shadows but I don't sneak diss
I just tap your hoe and leave her sleepless
I got lil faggots asking me to "peep this"
I don't even listen in cause I know it's weak shit
I've been finding new heights, you couldn't reach this
How'd the short skinny white boy find the weakness
Same old hoe on the phone saying beat this
I'm busy making heat on repeat cause the beat hits

Lil man big plan never got a closed fist unless I'm gripping up a microphone, you couldn't hold this
Play a set a disappear, Hocus Pocus
Same as when I had your bitch, that's what her throat did
I can make any style that's why I wrote this
You couldn't even toke the smoke it's too potent
I've been staying to myself because i know I'm too important

(Verse 4)

Young savage in the game, you average
I'm balling outta your league, you couldn't pass it
Y'all couldn't think like me, you'd blow a gasket
I don't serve beef cause the world would need a casket
I just make movies but you know I ain't acting
Lights camera action with you girl on the mattress
Reap what I speak, that's the law of attraction
Best in the class, you should find a new faction

First Class (prod. NXMERCY)

Forever 33 (produced by Factor Chandelier)

CALIPSO

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Float

 At first glance most would think a skinny, blue-eyed hipster looking dude in a flannel with obnoxious Nike’s to match, would be in a post-electro indie-band. But this is the 90’s for the third time and one of rap’s most exciting new voices, ECID, is not your average newsstand heartthrob. Minneapolis native Jason Mckenzie, an only child raised by a single-mom, had a lot of time to himself growing up. But he was never bored. Ever. He started writing songs at age 13, released his first “album” before his 18th birthday and hasn’t stopped since. Released earlier this year, Post Euphoria volume 1 brought Ecid’s true charm to the surface with sexier beats and punchlines on steroids (and kush).

 Amidst the chaos of artistic evolution, Post Euphoria 2 exploits the best parts of Volume 1 while preparing us for the upcoming full-length Pheromone Heavy. After spending the first half of the year training to be a yoga instructor Ecid bought a MOOG, stopped quantizing and found a way to make songs with a more human approach. Minimalistic drums and urgent melodies give his percussive vocals and no-fuck’s-given personality room to breathe. “Communication Abuse”, a snarky response to society’s infatuation with their phones and themselves, continues ECID’s agenda to challenge the “pack” mentality. ECID lives and dies by the dream and Post Euphoria 2 is what happens when you finally catch that elusive carrot.