Love this Sandman. The whole album is a beautiful journey and delightful listening experience 🫠🫡

Sound and Fury

Soli Deo Gloria

Nothing Less

Do You Love Me

Can't Stop Me

Nothing To See Here

Rain Every Season

Rain Every Season (feat. The Alchemist)

My co-worker Clark Kent's secret Black Box

my co-worker clark kent's secret black box

Free

Park Bench

En Route is Oddisee’s latest EP—a soulful snapshot of motion and meaning. Each track is a reflection of movement—physical, emotional, and spiritual. Its music for the journey, wherever you're headed.

Listen to En Route EP

A Rare Thing

Yeah, the door swings open, first cousin in the hallway,
He talks too loud, telling stories from the old days.
Aunt Dee is in the kitchen, humming with the soufflé,
Uncle Ray tunes his bass just to set the mood the cool way.
Kids run circles like a kick and a snare,
Grandma laughing in the corner with the rocking chair.
Chaos in the room but the beat feels fair,
Like every voice in the mix helps the rhythm stay square.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Cousin Malik starts rhyming at the table with the cracker pop,
Grandad taps time on the table with a steady knock.
Sister J lays smooth on the keys when the chatter stops,
Her chords feel warm like the lights on the treetop.
Someone burns the pudding but the smell feels right,
Talking over one another but nobody wants to fight.
It is messy like jazz on a late Friday night,
But the funk in the room keeps the whole thing tight.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Look around the room, every story has a tempo.
Some slow like snowfall, some quick like a stencil.
We clash, we blend, we bend, we settle.
Still we land on one chord when the moment turns gentle.
Call it luck or rhythm or something we grew,
Call it the season or the sound that we move to.
Call it a family that somehow stays true,
Even when the tune is crooked and the colours are new.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Fade heat in the kitchen, low light in the hall,
Bassline humming like it knows us all.
Voices drift soft as the snow starts to fall,
One wild family but one groove overall.

All in the Same Groove

Can't Stop Me

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