this beat is filthy bro who made this? Serious lyrical content and flow 

Sounds like the 2009-13 english version of earl sweatshirt

See him Dwells in the darkness
Rails in the shit till he car sick
Only see his eyes when the caste lit 
Try to find a smile without a tar lip 
Single file for the hard shit and the shard, bitch.

them hooded brevs walks heads over necks, 
necks over chest 
slinging bags of the best of asbestos 
5 beaks face north eyes south, chase sores 
Only hold them jaws when you hide from the Police Force

Tin foil carpet, house the bastard
who done rubbed her nose in the casket.

Town with a thousand roundabouts, 
Pass a snouts, come downs are bound to shout.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

Car sick carcinogen, bars split when in a trend
Belligerent to sin again, the hidden plant of thickened skin.

Decipels known to hear me, Lack decibels for listening 
The Jezebels of Ritalin sat picketing my christening

I tell you Beauty is relative, heads to the chest with it 
my duty to sedative, spreads round repetitive.

Negative foresight clouded but see fine 
awake for a fortnight, you’re a sight for a sore mind

Town with a thousand roundabouts, 
Pass a snouts, come downs are bound to shout.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

Your Estr.

42/12

shouts to nine.two.
recording, mixing and mastering by Musicli @ Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUEDAGOD.
@nine-two
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

Stuck in the seams of the underachieved.
He run amuck at the scene just for something to be.
Schmucks judge from the meet... tick the meter… time is running out. 
From a place of fuck abouts. Young’ns running sucking snouts.
Ducking when mothers out. 
Sons(suns) are just above the clouds.
Getting lifted. Necking spirits. So hedonistic.
I said I did it, on more than one occasion.
The force of such a statement got my core always aching… 
See I'm dropping bits of me!
Ripped beneath the skin, then slipped within the soliloquies. 
Potent as an acid flash back. Ever had that?
Got you crawling through that cat flap.
Memories ransacked. 
I’ve seen the purple skies… the lie that is validity. 
The whiteness of the eyes in the mind that lost rigidity 
Bending till it snaps again. 
Spending till i'm trapped again. 
Stacking pennies to grab a 20s no plan of any man could ever be anything less than heavenly. 
Why can’t you let him be? 
The thought is wishful. 
Dreams? He got a fist full. 
It don’t mean piss all since I signed with my initials
but now I think of it, don’t remember if I had the choice. 
Forced into existence got me thinking its plan deployed.
He said goodbye to the dreams. Revised and "achieved"
and what a waste it was waking up to die in his sleep. 
This life is what you like it to be.



conscription /// nine.two

shouts to shru and graflab.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios. 
artwork by HUEDAGOD.
@shrushru
@iammusicli
@graflab
@sloppycereal

(looms.)

Yet again forgetting who I’m meant to be. 
Blame the evergreen presented as the remedy. 
On the 7th day he would always set the scene. 
Getting waved till the 7 seas came a calling.

He waits to meet the mariner upon a thousand rocks. 
Look him in the eye and ignore the albatross.
Presence deafening as the sounds of god.  
The whispers and murmurs break waves and shatter docks. 

Sending shocks through the planet; cracking at the granite.
The multi-story plazas where visits are a habit. 
It swallowed every juice bar and Hollister shop...
Leaving the temple burnt down like Solomon’s was. 

Said before how he’s walking at the deep end. 
Ironic how he’s far from only getting his feet wet.
He wept till the heavens ripped. Time to reminisce 
On the emptiness. His nemesis and so... 

(hook)

Choose to ignore the regrets in hindsight.
Oh how the time flies. X2
People spend their lives tryna clip its wings. X2

(shru)

The dragon is teething. Dragging and heaving. 
Adam and eve caught under blankets and screaming.
Adamant breathing as he planted the seed...
Laughing as the snake falls far from the tree.

What we'd sell, fell trees, burn heaven, freeze hell. 
To turn lights low and be held where she dwells. 
These tales I did not receive often from the doctor reads...
Conquer dreams without the help of bongs of weed. 

To nullify the stubborn mind as i'm off to sleep
or wheeze cough and sneeze for three sodding weeks. 
Stay where the trap plays. The blade in the ashtray.
Remain unscathed the numb age where we lack faith. 

Bars are tended. Pills after breakfast. 
Feel half as pregnant just chill nah forget it. 
These days feeling like a real Armageddon.
I guess the rebels die when they feel fathers presence. 

(hook)


as it used to be ft. shru ///  graflab

demo enit. 

beat by e e v e e.
-> https://soundcloud.com/eveline-eevee/soap

nu year nu miscreants <3 

-Don Feeble Jr-
She thought she told you what she told she when she said it, 
Then sedatives, overdosed, still she don't regret it 
You ignored the red ink, or you misread it 
But shit if you misread the shit then shit you wasn't listening 

Setting the scene, static flickers on a singular screen 
Eyes straining just for something to see
But shadows shift to you what you want them to be
Mind rigid in its discipline 
Truth rains and it raids your brain just like a missiles hit
But still it's hit and miss, she says 'you know you could be hitting this?'
Or at least you think she did (Did she?)

Now if you're searching for some peace of mind I'll give you a piece of mine and I'll hope it helps you sleep at night 
There in your dream world 
Run to your dream girl 
I'll skip the pendulum to pass the time 
Cursing the critic that hides away in the mirrors' image
Says she's looking different, so she's quick to drop a dress size, only eating fed lies 
On her bedside finds a dense line 
Fake a good time 
Feels like she 'could' find 
all the answers that elude her now  
Resolution! How wonderful
But
She's man city, she's not arsed at all 
She's mad silly, who else is gonna break her fall? 

-looms.-
Let your image flood the dreamscape. Bitter love, sweet fate. 
These days he stays in pocket like the keychain. 
We all got a price - this feeling like it’s prepaid
She breathes flames. Post-kiss can’t see straight 

Hands match how they did in the past. 
Joints clicking in the dark – gripping¬¬ the shit to be sparked. 
Snout snogging till he spitting the tar. 
Been a small circle since the spliffs in the park. 

Sucker scuffing up his kicks – kick em in the car. 
Long roads got him thinking how the innocent could last. 
Guilty of the lack of It. Pacifistic paladin.
Night time knight belly yellow as the lanolin. 

Handling the baggage got it wrapped up in its packaging. 
The hole you left inside of me is one you hold a candle in. 
So go ahead - investigate the landscape. 
Patch up the soft spots trampled in the rampage.

-HUE-
This Voicemails full of sounds..

When you coming down brother?summers running out 
Land of a hundred frowns, troubled mums and sullen clowns, yet I stumble round, humming as I run aground... 

Harsh white winter wind 
Scarred eyes glistening 
Turn to the past when the past ain't listening
Dark face grinning,

Cold as the ash. 
Old friends asking how you're coping with cash, No hope in the facts so lonesome at that.
Slow growth culminates in homes for the rats, while other men try and make holes in the cracks 

Is it cos it's holding them back? 

'n' Yes 
Feds run around, stressed heads cover ground, extent of a town left. 

(Repeat)


take 22 [DEMO]

http://bit.ly/2iVBUIY

shouts to m a n n y .
mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios. 
artwork by HUEDAGOD.
@mannypeace
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

He be lifted on his ones again. 
Love the lack of light; an appetite for when the sun descends. 
Flash back to swearing he’d never be one of them. 
If you hate the now by default do you love the end?
 
It's fucked up that dumb luck got him this far. 
Cold solders quick march living to be discharged. 
Kids laughed all bathing in their naivety. 
Save face and raise the front that few have seen beneath. 

Philosophize in private; let the pastor preach
looms. up on a m a n n y beat. That’s a banger guaranteed.
Manic dreams. Fallacies and catastrophes
Hack the seams of reality. Grab the Haberdashery.

"Damn it he’s gotta hiding inside the higher plain?"
Lack of friendly memories. It’s time to let the mind erase. 
Like he ever could command it. Heart’s the darkest. 
She laughed n ate it regardless without the garnish. 

Starving artist. Need to be eating his words
Cos they equate to the pay that he be seeking in verse. 
See that’s an argument he never willing to instigate. 
But push comes to shove and scraps occupy the dinner plate. 

Sick of love... Sick of trust... Sick of fate.  
Sick of time - he ain’t itching to grip a Zimmer frame.
Searching for nirvana... nah nevermind. 
Down n out getting high. Clown about with pennywise.

p e n n y w i s e /// m a n n y . (video: http://bit.ly/2iVBUIY)

MIXED AND MASTERED BY @zzz-39
PHOTO BY WILLY SHEEPSKIN
☂☂☂

CLBRKS // PLASTIC REVOLVER (prod. LASTNAMEDAVID)

https://youtu.be/iHETzYUpA0A

man i'm looking basic, blowing eights in my spaceship 
in case you been vacant man a space man vagrant 
well i stay so faded
proceed to store draw in craters on uranus.

moving fast past jupiter 
spliffs in the car now the whole stupiter
just fine in my mobile home
spacedust lines off my mobile phone

bait by gram by gram by basis
i perceived your chassis in the dark and i embraced it  
death by death by death by re intoxication
i be taking all your animals from ark and re a place them with

free images, lofi chrysalis
got no style when i smoke so frivolous
and on the precipice of death 
e proceed to dream like a cell beneath the flesh

bunning ziggies on the moon  
cheese spread thick like its philly in a zoot 
bunning ziggies on the moon  
cheese spread thick like its philly in a zoot

estr. yung bitcoin billionaire 
move food in the sup stain leisure wear
no use coming through cos I won’t be there 
too busy blowing zoots out the atmosphere

[estr] - postearth.postcard (visual in description)

mar.

nine.two on the beats.
artwork by HUE.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios.

@ninetwobeats
@sloppycereal
@iammusicli

let the smoke dance pirouette in suns. 
he been a mess, given cess sitting kept in lungs. 
while the sinner wept and dribbled debt upon a page of a4
solemn days and shade like what is it we’re made for? 

remember when we’d meet and keep it illicit. 
speaking logistics, her day and keeping me in it. 
needed to live it just to get to see the chosen path for he 
who bleeds the broken artistry, haemoglobin harmonies 

and hypertension tetra chords drop out the vocal. 
float like the boats out in Constantinople. 
not nows for know-alls. time speaks of honesty
In tones dry of modesty. throttling the prodigies

clobbering the righteous. never understood
so they colonized the island with weapons for woods. 
Embedded in the bush he found hope in himself 
and wrote notes soaked in oaths I hope nobody tells.

walks /// nine.two

recipe - https://bit.ly/2ULi2Hr

out of innards
www.insidetheshed.net
@ninetwobeats

saw the truth lying in the lies. fire finding ice. 
residing in the eyes of the two who grew too tied like a noose do.
it moved you. sumn like the voodoo 
the yute threw a tantrum, ranting to the dry wall. 
the man stands now hands hanging from arrival. 
deny the denial. tear for a tear. 
oh he had a sick fear of the fear now he here but uhh…
play it back now he gone again. 
lace a pack now we on the mend. 
she on the bed. he was on the edge 
we were lopping heads seeing orange reds.  
still got her specks on the ledge.
and her perfume; donning his golden fleece. 
shit’s looking more bronze in these colder scenes. 
holding heat in the form of hearts. 
it’s all a dance - the performance of the past
in the present. ever together and apart 
met the severance again he meant tether n the mast   
never them two? the most malevolent of arts
with the devil in the palm, calm. he like mwah

liver /// nine.two (recipe @ https://bit.ly/2ULi2Hr)

look here - bit.ly/2UT5m1e
and here - www.insidetheshed.net

out of innards.
produced by @ajmwsounds

black river. 
same shade as the ticker.
ache a day late -  had to give up. 
frame laid to waste; map the mirror. coasting. 
floating 
but still sitting stiffer than his omens. of course. 
the kiddy didn’t listen when she told him that he held the key. 
said that wealth was he…
they’d melt L’s with the held hells their shells would heave. 
dwelled well on the one now there’s worlds between. 
fell as trees with the roots tied. 
and tonight the sun saw their youth through and fruit fried. 
yeah see you soon... too soon but it’s too right 
new you and a new i -  new moon in a new sky. 
new highs in the same low. 
“the grass greener where you ain’t though” 
bark the demons on the way home. 
hard to keep em in at bay bro. 
darkened be the halo. 
he only part the sea to lay slow.

ticker /// AJMW (look here - bit.ly/2UT5m1e)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbbDJzs2PNQ
@dylantheinfamous
art by @estrestr


but we dying anyways? rest heavy. wide awake lying. high heaven in her hands 
holding broke knuckles bandaged. clasping arms. 
the same palms brand the damage he masked. rapping at the wall 
she said we living art they tryna hang us at the walls
hadn’t managed. hacked the canvas. fontana shit. 
ring cracking at her call. no signal in this parish kid they tapped n all.
small days. no ball games signs prised up off walkways with wall paint. 
woven over houses fit to kick the can in. 
life time kicking back couldn’t kick the habit. 
this shit was handed. 
crooked crooked finger in its point. 
sitting missing joints. dave allen 
quipping. see the victor in the victim no matter who did or didn’t it’s in the inner vision is it not? 
don’t answer that. he saving the fam with the very few who take his hand and don’t shake it.
her stare punctuate the statements that he splaying up and jab at.
the school boy lab rat. mad hat. change places. 
aching hands had made him able to stand gracious. see
a woman had to made him a man

42/12

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