Life’s Own Course (feat. Nialanii)

WHERE THEY AT THO?

A mash-up mix of the finest grime and techstep /dubstep beats in the mix with me. Big up all crews north, south, east, and west, Tracks from Roll Deep, Danny Weed, and IronSoul, J-sweet, ALIAS, MR Skandal, JME,mystry, SLIMZOS Recordings, DJ Garna, NSUS, Sir Spyro, Jon E Cash, DJ ODDZ, JT The Goon, AS IF KID,HINZY D

Grime vs Dubstep vol 1 may

A selection of vinyl mixed on DJ vinyl decks from my collection of classic grime vinyl beats 

Grime Vinyl april 16th25 set

100Cts

No front – no fuss – just facts
Old souls taught me – that’s how we last
No flex – no noise – no cap
Real ones move – don’t talk, just act

Yeah – hands that build, hearts that stand,
Raised by grit, not some Instagram
Much respect – to the ones who ran
on cracked boots, with a steady hand

No tam-tam – no blah blah
They just show love – no rah rah


They ain’t preach – they proved
Built it slow, moved cool
Didn’t post their pain
They held it down – no tarp, no proof

Taught me pride with patched-up sleeves
Fix it once – then let it breathe
Cooked with soul, talked with fire
No degree – but they climbed higher


Say less?
They did.
Show up?
They did.
Talk truth?
They lived.
That’s roots, no fibs.


Hands rough – minds sharp – deep vibe
No filters, no likes – just life
Old heads, still wise – still bold
No chill – just fire in the fold
Where it counts – that’s where they glow
Solid like bricks, soft like soul
Much respect – to those who stand
with open arms, and a working hand


Yeah they stubborn – but it’s earned
Didn’t chase clout – just let it burn
They wrote history – by hand
So we remember when they can’t

Their strength ain’t loud – it’s deep
They gave more than they could keep
Told me: “Boy, hold that line –
Don’t bend just ‘cause others whine”

Earned respect – no handouts here
They stood tall – through grime and fear
Ain’t no shortcuts – just that grind
Planted deep – like roots in time
Mmm – no cap, no show, no shine
Just truth, just grit, just spine


Mmm – oh-oh-oh – no fuss, no cap
Built like stone but gave with clap
Yeah – uh huh – roots still hum
From granddad’s hands – to kingdom come

Tam-tam? Nah, we keep it calm
With sailor hearts and open palms
Danke, Pops – yeah, I see you still –
Up in my hustle, my fire, my will

No tamtam.
Just rhythm. Just feel.


Hands that fix, hearts that heal
Didn’t grow up soft – but grew up real
Taught by storms – walked through flames
Still laughed loud – still knew our names

They ain’t say much – but meant a lot
Gave what they had, gave all they got
Yeah – no tamtam – no fake vibe
Just soul-deep roots – still alive


Mmm – oh yeah – they showed us how
To stand with grace, to live out loud
To hold the line, to walk that shore
With nothing fancy – but so much more


No blah blah – no fake flash
OGs movin’ quiet with legacy mass
They made do – with less than scraps
Now we toast to them – no cap

Respect – roots – rhythm – ride
No tamtam – just real inside

No Tamtam

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Inspired by my own personal experiences and journey to date. With a clear reference I spin a tale on this project called Self.

Oxford (Dayton View)

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