Unlimited Bounce

Delicious Vinyl will soon release Sunset Blvd., the all new album from Yancey Boys, the group piloted by John “Illa J” Yancey and Frank Nitt. The dynamic new collection is built around previously unheard tracks created by Illa J’s brother: the late, great J Dilla (James Yancey). With Frank Nitt’s standing as J Dilla Music Catalog Curator and the official approval of Yancey Media Group, all productions on Sunset Blvd. originate from The Lost Scrolls — the stunning cache of beats Dilla left behind.

The first official single from Sunset Blvd. is "Quicksand" which features Common & Dezi Paige. And the B-Side is no sleeper; “The Fisherman” is a full-court press featuring a chorus from Vice and blistering rhymes from Detroit Serious and cuts by J.Rocc of Beat Junkies. The track is, as Frank Nitt promises, “guaranteed to make you bang your head!”

Nitt also reminds us that “this isn’t a nostalgia trip: Dilla’s beats were so future-forward that they’re right on time in 2013.”

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Yancey Boys feat. Common & Dezi Paige "Quicksand" (prod. by J Dilla)

Passed 100,000 this weekend, ran across some life changing thoughts. Had the Apogee One with me, wrote & recorded this morning. Resignation of Sin.

DUSTY MONDAYS // YOURS, JAH.

Dear Jah I need a moment of time to communicate

He said El, I'm listening in learn to tune the faith

I prayed enough the bluff of life don't come around the corner

I stayed as far away from trouble still puffin marijuana

Still cutting corners, with no license, just in some mindless crimes with a blind-sense of time

living ahead of myself, my mind exempts confines

We all lived like slaves for too long, new bong, new back to get lit on

For the youngings that was picked on, for the fuck of it, I said fuck in a song

I wrote about God 

This my declaration of faith, resignation of sin

at least I hope, my God

Singing about the stories of a man swinging against an industry from the ropes, iPod

still bumping my joint, my God, this must be a dream or a joke, I thought I'd never

see folks eyegawk

I was sitting watching boats by the dock, smoking my indica in the cut skiing past the slopes on the block

By God's Grace I chase money, pussy and weed in a righteous manner

Clean white tee's, no bandana, Only Serb pulling mad shorties in Caribana

still ducking low from the cops, copping lo, from chapeaus to the socks

No chateau used to walk, 30 miles & mimic flows like I'm Pac

Battling Balla, choked like spree

Had to get smarter, come back & roast the next three

Mic check on, Had the Holy Ghost call me, 

thoughts like socks to toast cold feet

Box or be boxed by the hoes & the bleak

I was taught even roaches gotta eat

Need the right sail, Jah controlling my feet

We all known to ride, like Winona

Bonafide, future yacht owner

Sewn inside, my souls purpose & design

was to, coincide, do as I wanna

But this, plan to incur wealth

handling pressure better than a cooker

Like I'm f'kin myself, just to see myself combust

take a look at myself

I put my health on the cusp

too stealth for the lust

of becoming a God body

I stood two steps from a bus

playing chicken, never get roasted

Man, this my life, and God willing I'll start to live

Born villain, bad women, bad nerves in the hearts of men

We on the curbs looking starved within

Learn to curse with God in hymn

I feel a verse, Must be Jesus, man the God in Him, it's 

Elohim, 3rd InI, high inside while the paradigm spins

same scheme as james dean pair of dimes, twins

Pharakhan's inspired speech, miracle's can happen

when lyrics gain traction, we in a fear of dying each

moment of spent time is like chasing a flying peach

shit is not to be found, too hot, too profound

Tupac in future tense, shit all we do is love women, write poems and keep it G

light microphones and smoke some OG

fight lifeforms that broke our cold streets

protons and neutrons and energies

no common sense, faith and inner peace

Yours, JAH [Prod. Häzel + Slakah the Beatchild]

Homage

Whosane & The Legendary Bobby Ozuna collab with Raphael Saadiq


Recorded in Oakland California by Ben Kane & Bobby Ozuna
Mixed by Gaston roulstone @ Cape Audio College
 Cape Town South Africa 

SPIRIT & SOUL ft Raphael Saadiq

2) Complicate Feat. Jimetta Rose (Prod.by Chris Keys)

Blu x Union Analogtronics -  Don't Trip Featuring Dam Funk

Villa Manifesto Instrumentals

Don't Fight The Feeling

From the album "Hometown Foriegner"

Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Duke Westlake

Album On iTunes

TREK LIFE - Just the Music

On March 9th, I got a lightbulb.

Sent a zip of B.I.G. acapellas to the homies.

This is the result.

Very satisfied with what the homies cooked up.

Enjoy.

-Shoes

05 Ten Crack Commandments (14KT Remix)

You Know You See Me

Established in 1994, we've grown from a small NYC basement store to a worldwide brand. 

Blu x Union Analogtronics - Don't Trip Featuring Dam Funk

Fat Beats