1- all breda
2- me n my breads
3- collective breead
4 our brot
- stay yost
5- big yeast in my jeans
6- young scallybread
7- brot or die?
8- redistributebread pl;z
9- big bread

thx

lets get bready to crumble (the chronicals of da broten) w/  BIG MOOVA + MR CARLTON

BANDCAMP:  https://wilfmerson.bandcamp.com/album/a-man-can-fall-but-what-will-he-do

Streaming:
https://push.fm/fl/tbtcz3zp

1. DIRE STRAIT
2. INAZUMA
3. A MAN CAN FALL BUT WHAT WILL HE DO?
4. NOTATION WILL BRING ME NO WHERE
5. A QUESTION?
6. improvisation
7. IM REAL!
8. A MIRROR! A VISTA!
9. TWAPPED
10 UCANGOSMOKE (w/ kip c)
11. HELL AND A PHASE SHIFT
12. FUTURE ON FIRE!
13. GET IT RIGHT
14. ZOLOFT (w/ spr.ay)
15. SCARRED/SCARED
16. END OF IT!
17. 2TONE

I have been making this album for around about a year and 8 months. Its been a true labour of love.

In my eyes, its about self improvement, in a world so horribly scarred by the obtuse greed of humanity. Its about the climate, its about modern conversation, its about saving yourself and helping others find a way to as well.

Thank You to @kipzzz, and @sp-ray u man are like family.

music videos: www.youtube.com/channel/UCupnAzDS2rvyw_lqjUHIYDg

A MAN CAN FALL, BUT WHAT WILL HE DO? [FULL ALBUM]

lil loosie

Produced by the one and only @kipzzz

Ignored paws, some slithered through the discorce.
he hit pause, just to breath through a stripped thought
hit the morn, knuckle hit the door will he open it
kiss withdrawn, no manipulation therapist
ye my mental torn, blood seeping on the walls like i swang a sword.
slice slice slice, feel the cuts on my mantle raw
dice dice dice, throwing numbers at the floor
seated to the walls sold out by the morrrrrn in
coked out wrong pack, get the drawwwws in
like hold that, smoke up, now your soaring
dont tap if you cant hack pressure, let him break your walls in
so im sposed to sit here ever cautious,
threatend by a thought
a revolution i wont just revell more
weve got pollution in the cup of all
sipping like a special salt
but should i really even drink at all
huh, preaching as the pastor calls
i dowse in oil fore the pasta cools
for energy i start to crawl
four on floor till the morning
powdering your thoughts
dinner, with a course.
dont remember it at all

see my stomach on the floor

REDPAWS (prod. kip c)

1 - SWAGULBOX (DJMOTOROLA EDIT)
2 - WHERE?
3 - BUTCHMOND RESOURCE

streaming - https://push.fm/fl/w0owyema
HAL MADE MOST OF THIS, I MADE SOME SOUNDS THO!ANOPIANO
@halhaywood
@djmotorolaa

pressure in my head gotta cut and wind, subtle light
coming from the wrist if the sun is kind,
main spring, spinning off a cog a troubled time
miss me on a loop if he aint cut it right,
i hear the same styles, humming since the summer chimes
no stigma that you brought, note sutting right 
note sutting in my pad bout a set coz we set 
tell him greenwich down the road, so we running time

twistin up my back, through the cold sweats
so stressed mum misunderstands through the phone text
apples on the stands, got my bros pressed,
and the juice too spenny like like the rent
and the shots too cold without the fent
put some powder in a chest for some heating lay me to rest
sleep, rest your head uh sleep rest you head,
dream next, ahead yeah his dreams up ahead
sleeps with the best whilst you breathe through vest,
armoured plates heavy on your chest
sleep with the vets, yeah he sleeps with vets 
still im swimming with the fishes, as you playing round ya ex
i dont mean to make it vicious, but too recently im vexxed
not a spell to leave me casting, iron castings for your head
feel a quarrell getting warmer, in someone elses head
and that quarrell meets ya daughter, your really not impressed
will he even make the bread?   

fluttered hot through the city box crumbled off
left him cotched losing plot moves on ooz aloft
my view of you and putrid movers seen a cruder cloth
soon to touch a tudor sock, yikes  seen him off
i want grand for lost promise and the moon for cost!
start on line shot put, wait and move and toss
your chances up into the gods, i wont save.
sight a mirror feel to brave but move in unision with slugs
kept a structure like a snail, see him stepping in as such
command the nature, turfs mate,
how in flipping earths the case,
that man burnt man but god made first day
kept a clutch a can just to save worst fate,
could be hot in the sand with burns up all on my face.
but stead im bumping the tram, viewing the purley way.
couple cops in a van, hope seen em driving away
cos couple puffs of a gram, and general hateful dismay.

spent pounds on a ciggarette taste. Good luck to the pack good riddance,
good villains, in the way.
Ion trust any true metaphysics, coz you writ it anyway, cest la vie,
pass away any day.
covered faces step from forest to the pave to hideaway
crept up in your cyberspace, fingers through the contents

left riddled in the wind from his nonsense and chuffed up face
pull a bluff, what a shame. hmm
fell from grace, high jupiter gravity crunched through the gas
sheer pressure break a cavity. swear he fumbled the bag.
found a stretch to his anatomy and he forgot the past
couple questions for a protestant, im curious at last
i mean im curious at last, essential drain all their cash
no simple human could fast, we spend are wage on a bag.
the nurofen can, and crumble dank.
best for head,
i need the best, just to rest my head 
best for head,
i need the best, just to rest my head 

grew up pretty fast, then it all depends.
Spend your time with them, in the summertime
grew up pretty fine, with a huge pretence.
but its true to say, but its true for i.

R A P M U S I C

SAUCE??? OF COURSE!!1 (W/ jeme from clabam + big moova in da bluetoof)

GOLDEN TROUSERS