"If This Ain't Sincere, Then I'm Not Sincere." (Drixtrumental)

Celestial Spaces (DRIXTRUMENTAL)

"Fairy Tale Inside A Dusty Crate" (DRIXTRUMENTAL)

knockin' ashes off in a glass vase
where the bract sways in the parque
wearin' black shades and parka
a night stalker lookin' proper
on march days sashay into a soiree
parlayin in bombay, quaffin' upon chordnay
under arch ways in the park way
what these cats say is so blase
blase, they passe
they sorbet, we sautee 'em. 
all salsa picante
n I'm sayin'. 
it like it's pompeii. 
goin' straight back to the raw days

pentacle pendants and amethyst amulets 
with incense, n cannabis, candles lit.
cleansing mental contaminants 
and transcending trivial trappings of abandonment.
hope brewing
remote viewing invisible vantages
when the channel flipped to a damned televangelist.
how the fuck did this man get rich for being so slanderous? 
the yammerin's quick to be taken wit' a sandy granulate.
and fuck all the shenanigans. 

everything these days is scandalous. 
mother nature stands to get garroted
with the damages of man's carelessness.
human life is fuckin cancerous. 
yo 
we got heavy weaponry to make the planet tip. 
but we'd perish quick if we chose to brandish it.
dyin' of famishes and panickin 
in an avalanche of shit.

been settin different parameters n goin' transient. 
the roaming romanticist that revels in ritual randomness.
conflictual. no constituents, though, just him and his shadow- 
cuz they banished him. 
he's an anarchist 
forgettin his heritage.
working in downer-upper-management.
habitually vanishing. 
thera-flu or therapist.
just recouping the damages n
wrappin' his hands again in chemical bandaggin 

mongoloids destroyed again
with ball pointed pens.
stranded in the void of friends.
clairvoyant or paranoid again.

avoiding companionship. 
don't see all the animus. 
hestitatin'to be amorous.
cuz mates are potentially praying mantises...


switch back, in a pimp hat.
and fuck all the chit chat
gettin' a bent back flipped fast.
gettin dirty like a dish rag. 
and surely we a mismatch.
committing all this witch craft
just so we could get stacks.
just tryna kick back.
traversin the quick path
or stay a meanderer.
not a fuckin stammerer.
hot syntax and infinite stamina.

antagonist character.
amateur ransomer 
kidnappin' a chancellor
slick fast accurate aim emptying canisters. 
can't catch 'em wit tha camera.
whip lash. flash back
crashin the black acura 
in the back of an ambassodor, 
smashin the passenger. 
massacre the vasculars 
like mothafuckin' dracula.
above average vernacular
every day of the calendar.
keepin sharp as excalibur.
shockin like capacitor. 
immaculate. 
spit at a higher caliber just to ravage ya.

got tarantula varicose from dancin wit harry jones.
gettin very blown like a broken stereo.
and these fiends are just animals.
at their throats with mandibles.
it's like watchin lions chasin' antelopes.
poisoned. chokin n rollin' with no antidote.
standin with poise and a various anecdotes. 
nefarious paraboles
plan's remainin grandiose.
making the intangible tangible.
shit's high flammable. 
sippin' brandy n thick cannabis smoke,
makin a cameo , 
and tearin holes 
in ya bitches panty hose.
the vandal slanderin and tramplin' foes.
leavin em in shambles. n handlin' woes.
annual.
in the sand or the snow. 
experience variable. 


INVIZIBLE MANE - Vanishing Into Thin Air [Remix] (Prod. By Alps Cru)

03 WIZARDS (ARCH DRUIDS)

02 GRAVITUDE (FLAWGIC)

01 ELAN VITAL (BLOCKHEAD)

Enchance Yo Mind (DRIXTRUMENTAL)

HOMAGE TO NICKELUS F AND LIL UGLY MANE. PRODUCED BY ME.

ALGERNON (Prod. By Hendrix Jacobs)

A practice in Double time flow over my own production...

THA CUT OF MAH JIB (Prod. By Hendrix Jacobs)

Poverty's Paradise (DRIXTRUMENTAL)

Why Should I Be Sober?! (DRIXTRUMENTAL)

Some of my best work to date. Recorded in a shed on a laptop's microphone while pissed off and drinking cheap liquor. Just a taste of what's to come.

ICE COLD THUNDERBIRD (feat. Shaolin Afronauts)

"RAM plus M for Magnitude, Sigma (Σ) the first summation operator, first L - longitude, second L - latitude, Z - z-bar, Σ, Σ - summation."

"Ionic treatise Gothic Futurism assassin knowledges of the remanipulated square point's one to 720° to 1440°"

Lately I've been nostalgic for my graffiti years. I watched Style Wars and State Your Name recently and was reminded of the late-great Rammellzee... Such an icon within the real graffiti world. 

I figured since I can't paint any more... what the hell. Might as well channel the longing elsewhere,,, my current forte; which is music.
 What better way to immortalize someone than with an original tribute piece?

So, I went through my old files and found a small set of loops I made from my Exhale The Vapor sessions and then built off of them. Really trying to catch that bugged out, hip-hop laden, abstract artwork that he did with this one. 

RIP. 

LAZER SPOONZ IN MY [G]ASTRAL-MECHANIX (RAMM:ΣLL:ZΣΣ BUGGIN ON DATURA)

I'M A FLYING REPTILE(FLOATING ON A CROCODILE)

When I Was Young (Now I Drown My Past Regrets in Black Coffee and Cigarettes) [DRIXTRUMENTAL]

The spawn of a visual artist and multi-instrumentalist; "Drix" is a young buck who emerged from the twisting varicose of Bustown, OH circa '94. Backpacker/LoFi/Gonzo/Beatnik/Sampling/Etc/

Hendrix (DriX)

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