Super nice man! I love your spin on this concepts. I just wanna put this song in my pocket and walk around with it all day <3

Blade runner is my favorite movie(s) ever. This is sooo awesome. Thank you.

So much respect for this talented Canadian, i look up to you

I really like the lyrics to it, was curious to know if anyone knew the background song to it? 

https://soundcloud.com/bigpicklebeats on the beat, masterfully
https://soundcloud.com/boof-radley on the raps, decently


Guardin' State (prod. BigPickleBeats)

I made a rap song, hope you guys like it.

the beat is my remake of J Dilla - Life

Entropy

Ceilings

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Ceilings (Feat. MagickTheMenace)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by:
@hheadhaunter
@chriswrightotj
@atwoodotj
@toccimc

Mixed and produced by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
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Off The Jump - Newspeak

@atlas
@miraa on the beat
@joncraps on the mixing and editing

why do i sound like a dude that just needs a hug
why am i so unscrewed why does dude need a lug
i guess that's what happens when you're betrayed by people you love
emotions under the rug
gettin' good at that, gettin' way too good at that 
i just bottle shit up 
like my favorite cognac, yo fuck that
hold me back, mic me up
yo let me flow this wack ass shit i wrote 
and recently, my mental is so iraq
i've trippin' for several seasons
tip-toein' and avoidin' all these lego pieces
metaphorically, of course, but Atlas
tell me where i belong in this almanac
like, my girlfriend fuckin' hates me, my dad doesn't talk to me yo
i've been gettin' lost in like all of the sauce in the bowl but
yo i don't know whats up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

why do i plug a message in every song that only you could possibly understand 
and the worst part is you don't listen to them
and i know you already moved on and that's what's killin' me 
actually, it's how you did it so seemlessly yo
you know i dont even feel like an artist anymore
it's like at best im a fuckin' comformist with just my thoughts on record
i think this life is just a type-o
i've been feelin' mad psycho yo you gotta break that cycle phe 
but honestly dawg, i don't think it's even up to me
and if it was, i don't know what i would change
it's just, it fucks with me yo 
and i really wanted to end on a positive note but
but it's gettin hard like when i'm constantly hit with these monsterous blows
it's so monotonous and slow and, shitty
and i truly don't know what's up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

break the cycle w/ atlas (prod. miraa)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter

Produced by: 
@knowmadicbeats

Mixed by:
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Cover Art by:
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Lyrics:
You can find me at the noodle house in neo-Tokyo/
while slurping ramen unaware they're hunting me, I'm on my own/
and coping with the fact I've got a four year life span/
as vangelis synthesizers set the mood, I'm feeling typecast/
an android on the run where every minute is precious/
a constant ringing in my ear, the opposite of a deathwish/
pass crowds of neon umbrellas to run through dimlit streets/
I turn the corner to find myself playing parts in different scenes/
standing somewhere in Texas near a drug deal gone wrong/
with a suitcase full of cash and all the dealers long gone/
I take money the home, but unbeknownst to me, a bounty on my head/
ignore the phone that's ringing, 'fraid of being tracked down by the feds/
and that coin flipping villain with a captive bolt pistol/
stash the cash inside a motel vent and nap alone 'til the/
phone awakens me taking me to another scenario/
there's a green tint on everything, windows look just like emeralds/
a rotary phone in the room, but I refuse to pick it up/
there's Agents knocking down the door, I'd rather lose in fisticuffs/
they break right through, the bullets fly in slo-mo at me now/
I brace for impact but the whole program goes crashing down/ 


I shook the sand from my head/
a different environment, but still I'm stranded again/
rumbles in the distance, a convoy on the horizon/ 
of nonsensical vehicles with weapons promising violence/
now I'm hopping inside this modified Pursuit Special/
kick up orange dust and heat up this black-turned blue metal/
rip across this wasteland, in our cars with crude frames/
as crazed men shoot large harpoons and play guitars that spew flames/
I take a detour, aiming for that nuclear sandstorm/
I'll more than willing to lose them, can barely steer, hands torn/
from off the wheel, damn, the winds are harsh, the day is lovely/
car lifts up, from off the ground, I get thrown away from something/
I don't wanna face, wake up in a Subaru WRX/
I'm hard pressed to not stress about the subterfuge/
parked outside a bank, I'm the perfect getaway driver/
turn the ear buds up until that ringing melts away finally/
I can breathe, plan to leave and drive into that sunset/
turn over a new leaf, rewind and start it up fresh/
to some opening credits, a bright and flashy title card/
but first I have to answer this phone even though I don't want to-/

Headhaunter - Call Back Later

Prod. @btmkr3000
Mix. @ibr
Art. me

Lyrics:
I keep my mind off the bigger picture
Listening to the synthetic purr of the engine as rainclouds fill the mirrors
And watch the droplets snake their way up on the windshield
With a hologram in shotgun and she wonders how the drips feel on her skin
Drift above this neon-lit metropolis I washed up in
Without a thought put forward to my origin
All I want's a drink, I don't care for program glitches
And all these intricate components as my cold hand twitches in artificial skin
I'm indifferent to these advertisements
Half the time it's so called upgrades for a galvanized limb
Cobalt sun rays come through the tint on the spinners windows
I just talk with that hologram while passing Nintendo billboards
She tends to flicker when she's syncing
She winks and says she wishes she was real, I don't share the same ambitions
Abandoned buildings drape their silhouettes on the skyline
She shrinks and pirouettes upon the dash 'til it's twilight
She's enamored by bright lights and her hand points to them all
I just do my job to stop these android coup de tats
She always talks about secrets and missing truths
I just drift off to the sound of the rain as it hits the roof

2049

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
I wouldn't mind dissappearing right about now/
and try to steer towards the sea to drown this strident sound out/ 
two-wheel driving on the upperside of anxious to the final stage/
while staring at the acid rain that's eating at the wiper blades/
fall out hyperspace and drift into a gas giant/
try to blame the type of plane but truth is I'm a bad pilot/ 
ads hyping sales on intimate lines/ 
half off uncomfortable sensations for a limited time/
a free involuntary twitch comes with the panic I feel/
I let my car blink in the ditch until my hands reappear/
you could say I fear it, disappear in act I, the stage is set/
worries worn to specifcations that the tailor met/ 
it says to break the glass in case of uncertainty/
the world will melt into nothing at one little button, I just have to turn the key/
see, I felt the pressure that bubbled, I know that I shouldn't have locked my knees/
I think it's stupid I told you stay calm, that's just hypocrisy/ 

There's no point in me wiping the mud off/ 
without the aplomb, my dreams are subpar, I'm in a dust storm/
while she plays a guitar and hums a love song/ 
about to see her then I wake up on a belt, leading to a buzzsaw/ 
stay to watch me melt down to fluids, stressing out, focused/
on the mouth of madness and it's chewing with its mouth open/
eyes closing, recalibrate the visor on me/
I'm heartbroken, just a valet for white Ferraris/
too panicked but it's my fault, alright I'm sorry/
see my anxiety and my calmness in a fight for glory/
prepping the white hot forks for the cold slab of meat/
keep feet kicked up in this same old atrophy/
in a taxi seat I'm making a getaway quick, in a minute I'm getting up out/ 
of the panic attack in a masterful act of defense with a method pretending I'm fine/ 
I think that I figured the minimal stress level out, settled down/
into the mouth of a blender, king panic attack, metal crown/

Blood, Dust, & Moonlight (prod. ibrahim)

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me

Listen to part II here: https://soundcloud.com/ibr/sisyphus-ii


I've been introducing pick axes to thick granite in patterns/
crack open the earth like it's cast in ceramic/
hack at frozen dirt and permafrost for pay cheques/
fill the cart with feldspar and roll it to the apex/
the days end but work doesn't, grayscale the world's functions/
veins tend to burst up with gems that might be worth something/
no curmudgeons or foot draggers in these monochrome fields/
if you feel lethargic, hit the cabinet, you can swallow those pills/
it all gets revealed in due time/ 
a land drawn with crude lines, inspect rocks by moonlight/ 
the rare hues slide into the palms of upper management/
retreat to the bottom and they come up in the sand again/
I've been stashing gems, although I know it's all for naught/   
let's just say the last who got caught didn't get a long stern talk/
hard stone carved with fossils come up every now and then, 
and coworkers who succumb to the heat exhaustion, sleep beneath the flower beds/
I sleep beneath the thoughts of moonstone and star-corundum/
I've seen my fellow man with noses that were stark and dusted/
in the darkened junctions of the tunnel system/
there's been whispers of a revolution under thumps of pistons/ 
I'm not seduced by the thought, well not yet at least/
my only friends are cymophanes and grains of olovine/
not sure if I ought to be more than a cog in this machine/
blot the sun out with a pick axe, it's a stage of entropy/

Sisyphus I (prod. ibrahim)

prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Andromeda galaxy's outside the window, and I've been adrift by the crystals that wink out in harmony/ 
signals deflect through the pinholes that alternate blinks with their colorless glow/
I slip through the folds in a ship that escaped its bottle, I got the whole hull, painted all gold/
cold in the cosmos, brain unfurls into a 1970's space-age novel/

now the Pinwheel galaxy is outside the window, the windshield cracks accentuate the starlight/
off-white spheres of ice are circled in the mist, the shadows of the solar system huddled 'round the bonfire/
but I'm drifting past in a bucket of bolts that's stuck in a solar wind gust of comet tail dust/
in abundance rushing towards the crust of everything that ever was and ever will be, I'm just hoping that my feet don't fail me/

a universe in a tea cup, need to be beamed up, need a key to release, the secrets sealed up/
need a seat to see the freedom, I seek, I sleep seasons, seems infeasible/
it's a voyage, I need to repair the pipes that burst in imagination systems, that flooded up with a vengeance/
and caused a slipstream that swallowed me whole from out the Tadpole galaxy and turned my ship into a tiny crumpled ball of wreckage/

like fuck, there's nothing outside of the window, except for a star-gate sequence on loop/
and I float out there, listless, spiraling inside dimensions that had all their ceilings removed/
in an arcade game long forgot in the backroom, I can't breathe and I'm doomed, deep in this vacuum/
it's almost tranquil, zoned out in my helmet, this vanishing act was.. past-due/

Voyager

feat. @ibr
prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Headhaunter:
Ax heads glisten in the twilight, chop the guards down/
and whittle them all down to nothing to see the wood chips blot the stars out/
I cough up a dark cloud, heart burns with forest fires/
animals howl at the scene as our kingdom's surely fortified/ 
I'm followed around by organ grinders with some somber songs as evergreens/
are drained of all their color as they fall and fall to frenzied swings/ 
from this death machine, that's hacking at tangled roots/
no conscience barks at me, grab ancient sequoias to break in two/

Hook:

I just chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a living/
under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes/
I just chop and chop, non-stop, won't halt or take a minute/
in the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions/
I still chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a killing/
chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling/  
of being over-encumbered, and not in control/ 
work the rest of my days but I want to go home/

Ibrahim:
I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues
Watch 'em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs
And unstitch a million-acre quilt of ivy and moss
I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock
In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory 
To rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony 
And as half-tempo my watch goes by and the sun crawls across the sky 
I chop at pines in the grasp of drowsy Father Time
My dreams are splintered fragments, visions of timber split by axes,
Paths littered with future cribs and caskets
Every swing a pendulum, sever roots till they're cleft in two
'Cause it's all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever do

Headhaunter:
Dim blue light refracts off ax heads from shadows to rainbows/
and leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos/
I uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out/
oaks are tugged down while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out/
and now I cut every hedge into animals, watch 'em come to life/
I daydream an off-world escape, where I live far away on the upper side/
but still unto forever and I'm non compos mentis/
a drop of sweat into the void where the chops chops are endless/

Chop Chop cont. (ft. ibrahim)

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Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

2049

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