(Codex verse)

Hold a stance the form of the tetragram 
Demons stay feasting on the leg of lamb
So whilst you was playing Lego batman
Lamech was saying hello to the Hatman
Run your territory....Lapland
If you didn't get that line rewind and let your mind expand
The boundary clear.....lines in the sand
A lions share dine on the unaware 
I been drowning this year 
Drowsy and demons that arouse me whisper in my ear
Undoubtedly you will doubt me
But clouds will clear
And those that interfere 
Will Dissappear like those chose to be rose to ufo's then off they go on some spinning gear
I ain't sitting here in my sin and fear
Drinking beer 
By Merlins beared bedding with Guinevere
Lay with fair maidens 
In a tainted tavern an afternoons entertainment 
Escapading with a piscipalian 
He showed me bones of mermaids 
Taken
Escaping a grey alien who spoke of the days invasion 
Hair raising his eyes was fairly vacant 
His skin a different make up 
he aimed his ray gun and turned my good friend to bacon
Plus mind control techniques he engaged in
Telepathy weaponry 23rd century 
Centurion curiously measure me
Center of my own Celestial gravity
Grabbing me through the unseen spiritual canopy
Mastery beyond words 
Words that master the forms of other worlds
Mother is nature and we really starting to get on her nerves 
Utter obsurd the watchers observed 
They mudded the proverbs 
wash away the shores in mighty storms and watch your crops burn
Silver pitchfork for you Nocturn' 
Witches war curse your offspring 
With rotten sperm 
Lots of concern you have lost your 
Rights to learn
Earth dive drive into the dirt divine 
With your thirst to be first to mine
Let the gas up
Or diamonds kids are dying 
They climb in
Only worms make it back up
My words aligning they residing 
Lions gate portal 
Gave me Scrolls to write in
As highlighting lightning was
Striking with dawn on the horizon 
The end was quite inviting 
There may be consequences 
For condescending Pretending 
Common lessons
Summon sombre sessions
With sudden questions 
Exactamundo inact an investigation like Columbo 
So let it rain mac!.
I aint done though take a rain check I'll be back in a month or so

lyrics written and performed by Son of Lamech and codex Scrolls 
beat produced by Codex Scrolls 





Shadow prince

Spaced (Prod. by DKODA)

LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette N°171 - Pick-up Game

Cap'n Crunk

LDSR 173 OUTRO

Dear Casey,

You don’t know me, but I’ve spent half my life with your voice in my ear. From growing up in the middle of nowhere Arkansas—where I learned that the only thing worse than a slow harvest was that unfortunate run-in with the tractor—I’d tune in every week just to escape to the world of the Top 40. Then, there was that one unforgettable summer at Camp Wetmore, where I caught a pneumonia so bad they almost named it after me, and your countdowns kept my spirits up as I lay on that creaky camp cot.

By the time I turned 18, I thought I’d been through it all…until Uncle Sam came calling and I found myself drafted. I didn’t know what was scarier: boot camp or the fact that I’d be without your Sunday countdowns. But somehow, through it all, your voice kept finding me on those distant airwaves, reminding me that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

Now, I make beats myself, but it’s all because of you, Casey. I created a track called “Aircheck” as a tribute to those golden radio days, and to the times you got me through every scrape and mishap. It’s dedicated to the man who made even the hardest times a little lighter.

So here’s my Long Distance Dedication to you, Casey—the voice that pulled me through farm accidents, camp fevers, and even the draft. Keep those hits rolling and those stories coming. Thanks for everything.

Aircheck Ft. Casey and Porky

Aircheck Ft. Casey And Porky

Hello, I do not want to alarm anybody. Over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed something strange and unwelcome that has shaken me to my usually unshakable core. It has turned me into an outsider, a public enemy. Whispers. The meanest of mugs, and even children no longer look up to me. My instinct was to blame others, and in turn, I questioned my own sanity. I was convinced it was my coworker Edwin with the stench, or even the routine pedestrian was not free from a verbal and sometimes physical thrashing by my twisted backhand. Until I was stopped mid-slap with a question that put everything to rest: "What if I'm the one with the moldy stench?" Could it be? The boy with the golden curls like Buster Brown was the one? Sad but true. The source of the festering mold stench was none other than my trusty headphones...

We Read In Paper

In Response

Ever wonder what it’s like to live a life setting up wobbling Ferris wheels and tightening the screws on “games of skill”? That’s Carney. It’s the daily grind of hauling rides under the hot sun, tearing them down in the dark, and making sure every kid leaves empty-handed but somehow still smiling. This beat’s got the smell of funnel cake and old popcorn, the echo of rigged rings clanging off empty bottles, and a little side-eye at the whole operation. It’s life on the fairgrounds, and yeah, it’s rigged—just like everything else.

Carney

How long has it been? What would you do? Is there anything we can do for you? Who is that old man? Do you have enough computer diskettes? What are we having for dinner? Doesn't that air feel good? Why is everyone always picking on me? What do you think, we’re stupid? How was the party last night? You sold the cow for tires? Why haven’t we heard about them before? Is this deductible from my income tax?

The Big Question ?


Fired, but not forgotten. "Nincompoop" is a megahertz-fueled anthem of rebellion, where raising the hackles means lighting a small fire of my own. They said, "If I listened to Bigfoot, I’d be out of business," but this track flips the script, turning the absurdity of failure into opening a window.

Thanks for listening! This is my submission for LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette #177. Be sure to check out the weekly LDZ playlist for a motley crew of beatsters, as well as collaborations on intros, intermissions, and outros.

nincompoop

Had to hop on another BIGfoot banger to close out the year 
https://on.soundcloud.com/rscyuRiHZnCuoXKy8

Six months till Sunday (BIGfoot Beats)

Starting two twenty five swinging.......  Native Tongues remix

These beats come together in between everything else. No big production, no hype—just sounds that feel right in the moment. Not aiming for perfection, just making music that's honest. Some tracks hit, some don’t, but that’s part of the process. Huge thanks to everyone who listens, supports, and collaborates. Couldn't do this without all of you. Here's to keeping it real, making noise, and seeing where the music takes us next. Appreciate every single person who's been a part of this
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https://soundcloud.com/kings-in-crowns

Aircheck Ft. Casey And Porky

BIGfoot BEATS