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<b>Discover:</b> https://soundcloud.com/goldlink | http://www.soundcloud.com/galimatias | http://www.soundcloud.com/joppen

As we continue to bring visibility to rising talent in the community, today we present Virginia-based lyricist, GoldLink, with "One Step Back". Vibey, uptempo production duties handled by Denmark's finest, Galimatias & Joppe. 

Check out the premiere over FADER:
http://www.thefader.com/2014/02/12/dream-rap-goldlink-galimatias-joppe-one-step-back-download-mp3/

GoldLink is a purveyor of dynamic and diverse lyrical flows with the ability to work across multiple genres.

While One Step Back” will not be included on GoldLink’s upcoming project, if this is any indication of where GoldLink is headed, we are really looking forward to his forthcoming project 'The God Complex' coming out in early spring 2014.

Artwork: Andre Power

Galimatias & Joppe - "One Step Back" Ft. GoldLink

Produced by @jayprincemusic
Vocals by Jay Prince & @raheaven

Taken from the 'BeFor Our Time' EP.

Download at http://beforourtime.com
Download on Bandcamp http://jayprince.bandcamp.com/album/befor-our-time

Be For:

There are two definitions to this EP, the first being literally being “for our time”. In the current era of musicians, like myself from London, people tend crave and look to the states for answers and are quick to criticise the music from our own home. Some may disagree – but I speak from experience. This EP is the project that demonstrates there is hope where we’re from and where I’ve come from and we should unite in that. We all have a story to tell. This project is about Truth, Love and Passion.

Before:

The second meaning of this project is its nostalgic presence. This being a story telling project, it is filled with reflecting on situations and life experiences. The whole theme sonically is driven by reminiscence; I wanted to bring the same feeling or something close to the feeling, you felt when Hip Hop was at its peak of greatness and what is said actually meant something. I was born in 1993, and with this project I wanted to give people that same feeling of when music and Hip Hop was appreciated and respected by the masses in the 90's, and bring that feeling back to my home city and the world.

BeFor Our Time, For The People.

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BeFor Our Time

Polaroids

Prod. by Jake One 
Mixed by Warm Gun 

Music Video: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfe3QmGzLBQ

 

Leaves (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Produced by @rMell
Additional Vocals from Babeo Baggins

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Trap Hustle Mix,Trap Grind Mix 2025 TRAP MIX VOL 2763 - STREET VIBES

Get 'Punch Drunk' via iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/punch-drunk/id1046637441?ls=1

Cheap Sofa

HENNESSY FEAT. WEST BANKS & MAEVE ALEXANDER

Prod. by Darius & Dave B

Mixed by Darius

Olive Oil

I listen to rock - I listen to Dre

also go bloodstone
and stizz

Each Day

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Grown Ass Kid

TenderHeaded ft. Smino

1st single from Basi & Mvck (@yeamvck) as NU

Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/if-mama-knew-love-single/1355426473 

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7yXi2GYPUUUF5Kih0HExP1

Tidal: https://listen.tidal.com/album/85400896

Each Day

Yaqob