Dope chill/quietstorm shit to vibe to...playing hip hop/r&b/beats/blends...just hit shuffle..and enjoy!

GEMs(quiet storm edition)

Iman Omari - Take Away Ft. Good Joon

The Trap

This wouldn't have made any project... just one of those #Mood joints.. real life...Smh.

Black Magic City || Michael Anthony x Sean Deaux || Prod by XXYYXX

IM SURE I WOULD FREESTYLE

CREDITS:

Performed/Written by Amare Symoné
Produced by NversivE
Mixed by Jabari Rayford at Soundscape Studios
Mastered by Collin Jordan at Boiler Room Mastering
Artwork by Nicholas Nichols (instagram.com/maruneboy)

LYRICS WRITTEN & PERFORMED BY Amare Symoné:

I shine bright
I shine bright
In all my different kolours
All my different kolours, kolours
We shine bright
We shine bright
In all our different kolours
All our different kolours


Brooklyn Spitta
Bad gyal Killa
Known as the baddest
Ass aint the fattest
More than my assets
And I still cause a lot of havoc
But i be on peace and positive energy
Still living in a world
Where folks tryna kill me
Here i be, Black, Woman & Queer 
Created all of these rules that i couldn’t adhere to
Resilient but don't ever fuck with my rights
The more I rise the more they tryna bring me down, down, down, d-down, d-down


But, I’ll shine bright
I’ll shine bright
In all my different kolours
All my different kolours, kolours
We’ll shine bright
We’ll shine bright
In all our different kolours
All our different kolours




Either we too black or not black enough
No one wants be black when push comes to shove
Blackness is America’s unwanted orphan
They try to erase me, steal all my endorphins
Access your throat chakra and open your third eye
We come in all these different kolours
And shine bright just the same


I’ll shine bright
I’ll shine bright
In all my different kolours
All my different kolours, kolours
We’ll shine bright
We’ll shine bright
In all our different kolours
All our different kolours, kolours


We come in all these different kolours
And shine just the same, just the same, just the same
We come in all these different kolours
And shine just the same, just the same, just the same

WATCH NOW

Kol(ours)

SiR - Queen

Happy 1st birthday, And After That We Didn't Talk
Featuring Marsha Ambrosius, additional vocals by @AndersonPaak
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See I Miss Pt. 2

See I Miss Pt. 2 (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

Another crazy vibed out night w/ Monte is what created this.

Mixed & Masted by Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng at Classick Studios (Chicago, IL)

Cover art and creative direction by Sean Williams.

All Night [Prod. By Monte Booker]

Shea Butter Mami

-Written by Matt McGhee
-Produced by Jaylen!
-Additional Production by Pat Smith
-Mixed & Mastered by Matt McGhee

@jaypreme

Shea Butter Mami

Single from upcoming project 'Study Hall'.

Produced By: Ambi Lyrics & Wax Roof
Composition: Wax Roof & Waymond 
Mixed by Jeff Thompson for Classick Studios.
Mastered By Chris "Classick" Inumerable for Classick Studios.
Artwork: Jake Marten




Lyrics:
Where'd I come from 
How'd I get here 
You keep asking 
Fam I live here 
I been raw from the start 
Came in rare ala cart 
Miss me with the bull shit 
My soul clean 
Y'all like, mud pie niggas wit a cool whip 
This shit classy on some school shit 
Posing in with peace signs 
I keep mine 
Preferably whiskey than cheap wine 

Please be kind let me rewind 2x

I been the man since I came in this mutha fucker 
Spilled game in this mutha fucker 
My cup runith. Over 
Y'all still lame in this mutha 
I welcome the exposure 
Where shades when you see me 
My shit is to bright 
Well thought out 
God bless y'all niggas 
Screaming Gon zoo ti 
I'm being rude right?!
This liquor to light 
Blue hues under the moonlight 
My skin of the darker type 
Ya girl love it 
I'm the archetype
She dying to meet me I ain't in to the mayrte type 
You see it's more this life
Than Motivating mentions
I been having premonitions
Me and friends buy cul-de-sacs
And inspiring the children 
To have they own shit
Million dollar deals can make a genius go stupid 
I ain't defending the foolish 
I'm just a fan of the movement 
All I'm saying 
Keep Yo Family Close 
Only the faint of heart are bond to lose it 
We were made for this 
Molded by the light, raised in it 
Caged in it, 
so when we break out 
Dont be afraid of it 
Ask me again

Miss Me feat. theMIND

🎧 Buy Album & Vinyl here » bit.ly/theChronic

The Chronic is our massive end of the year project! 8 of our finest artists gathered in one big Various Artists album. This comes out on a 4LP limited Box Set including T-shirt, Poster, Stickers and 4LP's. Each artist has his own side on the vinyls including Philanthrope, Mono Massive, B-Side, Devaloop, 2Late, Lex (de Kalhex), emune & tusken! It's our first time offering anything like this. So we hope you'll enjoy and have a fantastic holidays. Happy winter from Radio Juicy!

Mono Massive - Feather (The Chronic out now)

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

If Mama Knew Love

If Mama Knew Love - Nu *Basi & Mvck* (prod Andrew Bearford)

Written & Performed by Marcel Allen & Courtnie Henson
Produced by Jacob Rochester
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Max Morin at The Brewery Recording Studio in Brooklyn, NY

UNTITLED 002 FT. COURTNIE (PROD. JACOB ROCHESTER)

Follow me on IG: @isThatAsha

This New Jersey rapper's love for rhyming uniquely did not come from solely from hip hop-- but also from tap dance.  Asha has grown the seamless ability to recognize and rebuild patterns--making writing and creating beats simply a second nature. This artist is not here to represent one sound, but to be a vessel for many.

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The Trap

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