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Roll One Up by smokethatdank

Section 8 Symphony by smokethatdank

📀 Straight Out the Boombox – Album Bio

Straight Out the Boombox is the sound of concrete dreams and midnight hustles — a full-throttle ride through alley smoke, rooftop echoes, and the pulse of the block. Phantom Bloc delivers fifteen tracks of heavy-hitting street poetry, basslines that shake brick walls, and hooks steeped in West Coast grit and East Coast swagger.

From the spectral hustle of "Ghost Cash" and the asphalt grit of "Lines in the Concrete", to the engine-revving swagger of "Boom-Rider" and the wild block-party chaos of "Wopbabalubop", every song is a scene straight out of the cipher.
"Dedicated", "Brooklyn Kings", and "Dust to Dollars" tip the cap to the grind and to the legends — with certain cuts paying homage to the smoke-soaked swagger of Cypress Hill, the soul-fused grit of Everlast, and the funked-up bounce of Funkdoobiest.

The tension cuts deep with "Blood Money" and "La Sangre No Miente", before the crew resurrects the raw in "Back From the Casket". Nova Rex brings fire to "Turn the Night Gold" and drapes the VIP ropes in "Velvet Rope Royalty". "Coast Glide" smooths the ride like golden-hour sun on chrome, before the grand finale — "Ibracadabra!", a swagger-drenched tribute to the king of confidence himself, Zlatan Ibrahimović.

It’s more than an album — it’s a street sermon, a love letter to hip-hop’s fearless innovators, and a reminder that some legends never die… they just keep blasting from the boombox.

Ghost Cash

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Turin Turambar

[Verse 1]

Ayy, twistin' up that premium green in the low light, crypto kings coastin' smooth, no fight
Token traps snappin' stacks like a fade, gold ropes gleamin', fuck the shade, just parade
Kush clouds got her eyes low and locked, puffin' purple slow, pulse in the block
Cruisin' slow with the wallet on fleek, haze hooks heavy, bad ones lean to the beat  

[Chorus]

Wash the wave through the neon boulevard, badges creepin' but they slippin' on the yard
Dank dreams liftin' me ocean high, lowrider throne, no deny
Guilt gold grind, greasy as the grind, we the ghost grid, bind after bind
Fumble? Fling to the fog, no fog, just fog—ride the high, no log  

[Verse 2]

Underground ups like velvet twilight spins, chronic currents turnin' sins to grins
Code cracks crankin' the crooked cash, square hopes gettin' sparked, ash
Pacific puffs pushin' puffs through the breeze, raw relief for the broke-knee tease
Smell the smoke? Suppressor sigh, slide into the strain, no strain, just fly  

[Chorus]

Wash the wave through the neon boulevard, badges creepin' but they slippin' on the yard
Dank dreams liftin' me ocean high, lowrider throne, no deny
Guilt gold grind, greasy as the grind, we the ghost grid, bind after bind
Fumble? Fling to the fog, no fog, just fog—ride the high, no log  

[Verse 3]

Coast currents carryin' chronic and chrome, pyramid pulls pilin' prime in the dome
Blunt brigades beggin' my blueprints, bill blurs burstin' like beats in the joints
Heat on the heels but my hotspot hide, digital drifts droppin' 'em dry, no ride
Skeptics scorched? Scorch 'em with smoke, straight to the spot, no spot, just choke  

[Verse 4]

Block beams blinkin' like ledger lights, bubbly bombs for the bombs in the nights
Fat folds flippin' the favor, crown her quick with the quip and the flavor
Weed waves wavin' on wave riders, fuck the sliders, we steer the tides
Drip so dank, she chasin' my chase, fly female flamin', no frame, just space  

[Verse 5]

Penthouse puffs, palm silhouettes from the peak, crypto clicks crackin' the creek
Reefer rolls in the ride, high hummin' it hype, nectar nips for the night
Honeys hoverin' like haze in the heat, fuck the heat, we elite in the seat
One toke, she tokes into tune—boundless toke, no tune, just boom  

[Bridge]

Dusk draws deep, demand devourin' dusks, yields yoked in the yucks
Fuck the facade, we the fracture in the flow, west lords of the low flow, flow
From bag busts to bass-bump bold, ride unchained, eternally gold
One trip, you tumble in the trap twist—timeless twist, no list  

[Outro]

Scheme shark, vice vapor, wash wizard with the wavy writ
Net nicked, we the sunset surge, foggy float in the fur
Doubters? Dust-dregs, no grace, just graze—pack the peak, endless blaze
Yeah, west waved, wistless, no waste.

Fog Chain (West Coast)

BAD HABIT

Born in 🇫🇯 Fiji Islands, raised in Seattle’s 206 — reppin’ the West Coast worldwide!

Check OUT The NEW COLOSSUS: https://soundcloud.com/its-kiiingdoddy/sets/the-new-colossus

Check OUT ICEMAN: https://soundcloud.com/its-kiiingdoddy/sets/iceman

Check OUT The Inevitable: https://soundcloud.com/its-kiiingdoddy/sets/the-inevitable

I’m #ItsKIIINGDODDY — 15+ albums deep, blending raw lyricism, storytelling, and a flow that shifts from smooth West Coast ride-outs to rapid-fire precision from my rap group I call the SeattleSuperStar's

Influenced by legends like Ice Cube, Tupac, Snoop, Dr Dre, Nate Dogg, Nipsey Hussle, Busta Rhymes, Bone Thugs, The Game, 50 Cent, NAS, Jay-Z, Jeezy & more! Our music keeps that golden-era grit alive while pushing new sounds.

From street anthems to soulful tributes, every track is built to last.
Dive in — the Return of the KIIING never ended, it just evolved into something MORE! 

#WestCoast #Seattle #FijiRap #RealLyricism #HipHop

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