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MAMBO NO. 5  X POWER (VAVO TikTok Mashup)

27'Club is the last of the Trilogy

From the innocent essence of white picket fence to the depth of darkness of scapegoat in limbus, the journey gave birth to 27'Club in 2021
A blend of ending of a cycle and embodying the resulting transformations

In this tape you also have access to a few remixed and updated versions of beats previously released on Soundcloud
You also have access to a few bonus tracks which were almost not going to make it to the final draft
Ultimately I (YomYom) decided to add them since it is about a big journey and roller coaster rides towards new chapters

Yom's hiphop story (Bonus track)

edens bloom

Gotta Get It

Queen City (Street)

Queen City (Radio)

feelin good (prod. slugwurf)

celeste (Prod. Miler x ayoley)

XAVIER CLARK - KATANA BLADE PROD BY OTTMAR MILLER

A gut-wrenching, trunk-rattling elegy that turns the graveyard into a gospel and the dashboard into an altar.
Over David Arcade’s thunderous yet tear-stained production (booming 808s that hit like chest compressions, melancholic keys dripping with night rain, and snares that crack like closing caskets), OD tha Streetguard delivers the most personal record of his career. “Lost Ones” is not just a song; it’s a roll call of the dead, a séance set to knock, a three-verse funeral where every bar is a flower laid on a grave.
The hook is haunting and undeniable: ghosts riding shotgun, scars with Social Security numbers, tears doing a hundred on the dash while the beat refuses to let the pain stay quiet. Then the verses unfold like Polaroids pulled from a shoebox of grief.
Brandese paints first love turned first angel (gel-pen “forevers,” hallway crushes, and the phone call that shattered innocence). Kathy’s story rips even deeper: a mother who escaped the crack era’s body bags only to be taken by the silent killer of ovarian cancer, still smiling through chemo, still telling her son she’s good while her body betrays her. The final verse flips the mirror: OD staring at his own children, racing against his own mortality, promising to turn every remaining second into love loud enough for the ancestors to hear.
By the spoken outro, the beat has faded to a whisper, and OD is naming every lost one by full government, making sure heaven and the hood both hear it clear: they may be gone from the block, but they live in every frequency of this record.
“Lost Ones” is pain polished into diamonds, grief that still bangs in the whip, tears that glisten over sub-bass. This isn’t just a tribute; it’s proof that when the right soul grabs the mic, the dead never stop speaking.
Play it loud enough and you’ll feel them riding with you.
Lost ones… forever found in the sound.

Lost Ones  Prod. David Arcade

edens bloom

Digital Mayo