Produced by @SoundofKalima
Mixed by David Tallarico
Mastered by @SuiteSoundLabs

Grip

Produced by @SoundofKalima
Mixed by David Tallarico
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

Ladies Night

Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-OXS5McxFs

Produced by @Chiveer
Mixed by David Tallarico
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

Escargot

Black Matter

Devil May Cry

Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2hrz07TVH0

Produced by @Chiveer
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

Avocado

Being Human

Produced by @SoundofKalima
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

DOOM (Ekke's Noose)

Bach In Black (feat. Sound of Kalima)

Produced By @Bizix
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

HDKN (feat. Bizix)

Produced by @Bizix
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

4CAST (feat. Lil B)

Produced by @Bizix
Mixed & Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

Cameraz (Prod. Bizix)

I made a beat using samples of Kiiara's 'Gold', then I rapped over the beat. 

'Gold' by Kiiara: https://soundcloud.com/kiiaraonline/gold 

Lyrics


(Verse 1)
It’s like
I ain’t tryna shine, though
My design is gonzo
Dropping compost on the bongos while I watch the gong show
Y’all be dropping combos
Why you want a console? 
Stop the wallowing and waddle on up out my convo
Time to grovel - hop and hobble on your knee caps
Not with bronze, so if you’re following, then leave that
And I’m past all the silver; it’s not a status I’d kill for
The shit is wack. I’m a builder; I’m tryna reach plat 
I see plastic, I’m livid
Get frigid
That’s when I paint a scene that’s vivid - shit is wicked
Keep a hundred in the dash, something in the back, 
Couple in the ashtray in cash 
Turning stubble to a stash, cause the 

[Chorus]
Years start coming and they don’t stop (x2)
And they don’t stop going down 
Years start coming and they don’t stop
Years start coming and they 
Years start coming and they don’t stop

(Verse 2)
Gold up in my teeth 
Solar when I speak 
Sonar energy gets released to expose an enemy
When I pee, gold can tend to leak, coat the seven seas
At my league, only cemeteries in rows of symmetry
I repeat: said it’s gold up in my teeth
Rose gold thrown with golden roses at my feet 
And I’m hoping my foes are roped into those accessories
When I sneeze, it’s like blowing gold Febreeze
The reason I breathe
Is to show my set and tease
‘You will never get this’ 
Take a photo of the cheese
I release so uncontrollably hopelessly with ease 
That I keep these rodents running Zs
Zig zagging, but the 

[Chorus]

(Verse 3)
Do it cause I shouldn’t 
Fuck aluminum or wooden
Bruv, I spew the stuff to foot another Cuba rushing good and
crush a junior’s stuff to pudding from Bermuda up to Brooklyn
Pushing tush and looking at bush in a cushion, whooping
Heard that life is what you make it - hope you like what I created
Goal can set you free, take your soul out of ice, elated
Salivating my weight in gold as I hold a bite I baited
Savoring the taste iron plated
I fuck with it, but I ain’t really fucking with the hullaballoo
I got some problems that I fixed loosening a couple of screws
Sipping on triple of a fifth, I’m finna double it too
cause I’m on a mission to go buck as a tooth
If it glitters, then it came out of my mouth
Dripping when I spout
Never spit without ever buffing a booth
Reflecting as the 

[Chorus]

Gold Bars (Kiiara Remix)

Lyrics:


(Hook)
Since the dawn of time and alignment of left and rightists
Men have fought and died, left aside just to build empires 
Never mind all the living life with the simple diets 
Only kind of death that I want is with glory in the highest 
Glory in the highest (x3)
Father, son and Holy Spirit, I'm hearing the singing choirs 

(V1)
Bless my cock with the wettest slop from the baddest bitches 
Let my thots never venture off and abandon mischief 
Lest I opt to digress and stop them erratic stretches, never let my mantra to shred and conquer retract its richness
When I samba, then let the somber get sacrilegious 
Jedi mind tricks to bend their ponderings from mad to vicious
End my conflicts with less than complex and flat dismisses
And commence abolishment when I spot shit that’s half pretentious
Paging Mr. Ekke Kanda
This is station lambda 
Can you take the call of glory? They afraid to answer
Train with Satan’s dancers
Take a raise from standard
Elevate your mental statements - decorate your grammar
Just in case of slander
Been this way since Tantra
Disobeying the omega, alpha, beta gamma
Father, you drove me to green - that’s word to David Banner
May the man that makes this hand abrasive cramp - behaved this manner

(Hook)


(V2)
Now his blessings, they rain upon me from up in heaven 
What she said when I sprayed her tummy with nut ejection 
Bow your heads and obey destiny - this stuff is destined
Crowd around about this free way of stunning in stunted sections
Start the crowning - these days of labor will birth a kingdom
Saying nay? Then go out with the old - enter the income
Won’t you help me put melody to these words and sing them louder than the decibel levels that speaker hertz can ring from

(Bridge)
When the music takes over, that’s glory in the highest
Ain’t no dirt on my shoulder, that’s glory in the highest
Weather never gets colder, that’s glory in the highest 
I would live and die for the promise of glory in the highest

Glory In The Highest (Prod. Ryan Little)

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/soundofkalima

Lyrics:

(V1)
I like it, but don't live for the pussy; I'm dead ass 
Ain't trying to end up wishing for tushy to get sass 
So I could never fully commit or invest half 
My energy to smash on the goodies - they're just snacks 
I'm focused on a feast - at the banquet is breakfast 
And munching at the luncheon on cunt with a breast pass 
There's something in the punch at this function and my consumption has brung me to yelling cut during dozens of sex acts 
If it isn't depraved, I'm afraid I'mma just pass 
Relieving troops from duty; I'm wiping up ex-pats 
You fucking with the general, you need to be exact. If you miss, then I promise that I won't - I'm steadfast 
Soon as my set attacks, we be setting shit back 
Don't try to get on our tracks - I'll murder any who trespass 
In fact, any friction I'm sensing could catch quick; if you thinking your shit is fire, you haven't met match 
And my shit go clap 
Get the fuck up for the brat 
You can tell that I'm a brat cause I'm black and I rap 
I ain't talking bout burritos, amigo 
Holy Toledo! I strike and they feel the heat, but that's after the fact 

(Hook)

It's about to get lit right after this
Take a camera phone out and snap to this 
We gon' watch it get turnt from that to this 
It's about to get lit right after this 
Said it's bout to get lit right after this 
Take a camera phone out and Snap to this 
We gon watch it get turnt from that to this 
Have another one after this
After this 

(V2)
You can tell that I'm a heathen, a demon possessed 
Got the motherfucking people in heaps full of sweat 
Got the peasants and the regals in real duress, stressing cause my words are dark as hell and I'm evil as heck 
I'll take gander, green and glory; don't need your respect 
I'll get that after you see how my being is effed 
Call the GM; tell him me and my peons are here to BNE BNBs PM, GMT, Eastern or West 
Bitch, you know what time it is - DST just reset 
Why always lying like you sleep when I seen you on set? 
Stop it - fix your lighting, find your feet and proceed with the rest (sleep)
Try to rise and shine, it might get bleak in a sec 
And I'm on a marathon; I won't be passing the torch 
But I might be throwing shade - you should catch it, of course 
When I stoop to baddest state; that's a massive resort 
Don't be shocked to see display of a lack of remorse 
I just do it for the sake of unraveling retorts 
Hoping major publications get flack for the source 
When I write, it's news the stations go mad to report cause I'm fucking great at breaking columns with shabby support 

And my shit go clap 
Get the fuck up for the brat 
You can tell that I'm a brat cause I'm black and I rap 
I ain't talking bout burritos, amigo 
Holy Toledo! I strike and they feel the heat, but that's after the fact 

(Hook)

Otay

The first single off my upcoming project, 'Free Music'
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/annumofficial
Co-produced by https://soundcloud.com/soundofkalima

Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQi8YZGFxGo
Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5PLFMpk4XHu8rdpKu4dIta

Lyrics:

(Verse 1) 
That's nasty
Fucking ghastly
Gassy 
Shit's finna blow; think I smell a gas leak 
Great Gatsby!
Bitch, break out the fancy glass beads, get a mat, bend the fuck over and spread them ass cheeks
That's the 
Fucking shit like a dick stuck in fresh excrement, festering, kept nestled in - excellent! Let's get it in 
Etch exes in excess and let's get decadent
Best medicine when stressing is dead precedents 
Eff measuring sense; test your expense preference 
Get it, get it again. When will it end? Question irrelevant
Whenever innocence is attacked, 
You smell incense, then I drench it in death ridden sap and 

(Hook) (x4)
Grow out the pubes
And dole out the nudes
And roll out the juice 
And get nasty up on 'em

(Verse 2)
It feels good when you rub up on me baby, do it faster 
Nasty Always Shoots for Ascension; I'm talking NASA
Catch up 
I'll be up on Mercury, birdies jerking me, gurgling, immersed in leagues of curdled skeet in my bathtub
While I blast dub
Cooking storms up out of ovaries 
Over easy though when I roll 'em to the get the yolk to leak 
Slow, so you know that we 
No bellisimo; where them ogres, Fiona? 
Show them which hole to breach 
Get rotary and 

(Hook)

(Refrain) 
Hold up
Take in a whiff 
Soak up that aroma till it makes you get sick 
Bathe in the throw-up, come and rave to my shit 
And we gon' stink up the motherfuckin place in a bit 
I said 
Hold up
Take in a whiff 
Soak up that aroma till it makes you get sick 
Bathe in the throw-up, come and rave to my shit 
And we gon' stink up this bitch, and we gon' stink up this bitch and 

(Hook)

Free Music  

Nasty

Produced by @SoundofKalima
Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico 
Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/hQnu30dHc6Q
Apple Music: http://ow.ly/DqVG30dHc5c

Lyrics:

(V1)
I'm 
On the line with the most high 
Coming live from the hive of low lives 
Improvising uprising with closed eyes
Visualizing demise of the woes I spy 
With a vision precision driven at max speed 
Six women at minimum in the backseat 
Set on winning as if I'm a frikkin athlete 
First I was lastly served 
Now I have lead  
I get a bar and I'm spitting that shit into gold 
I'm trying hard, but the sin isn't within control 
Not in the cards for a limit to chip at my soul,
So I look to stars when I'm feeling a dip in my glow 
(Bet these motherfuckers)
Never met a nigga like me - nice as Minute
Maid 
Strawberry vanilla iced tea with the lemonade 
Never been afraid of mind speech - I'm a renegade 
Been a great; finna grate your teeth up in a dinner plate
Integrated eater of meat - I make beef disintegrate 
In the place to be with a beaker - they trying to immigrate 
On a beach in Belize with some sweet latinas in need of at least a litre of sweetened tea to obliterate 

(Hook)
Sipping strawberry vanilla iced tea 
Cool as lemonade on my tastebuds
I was fire straight out of pre-school 
Flavour tropical as Jamaica 

(V2)
From the land of the Black Stars 
I was born in the dark with a black heart 
Set apart from the start with a black mark 
Tar on my back, car parts in my backyard 
I'm never even phased in the heat 
Sunshine just illuminates all of me
Mon ami
Get up on my wave and you'll see 
Why the way that I reach is away from the east 
West side 
Talking bout the home of the heatwave 
You could get the roast any weekday 
Every day's a sun day where we stay, son
But you'd be uncomfortably baked 
Can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen or fry 
Word to the chief, keep the temperature lit in  the tribe 
Palms in the trees causing fingers to litter the sky 
You could get deceased, so desist if you're killing the vibe  
Let me break it down 
Hot shit in the tropics - you're frolicking with the thundercats
Comets in our vomit - thermometers get the butt of that 
Couldn't tell you what's in the tonic, but know it's something exotic to have you feeling phenomenal as a Gusher pack 
Someone summon drummers and a clap
Tell 'em run it back 
Gonna wanna bump until the crack - run another lap  
Got the coldest of beverages busted open like hemmorhages 
If you don't get the message, I'm where the Summer's at 

(Hook)

(V3 - Nya)
It’s always he saw, she saw
It’s a jigsaw they sure based on who?
Frame it like a picture
No filter
Hang it like Kim Jong Un 
I be sipping on my 
Strawberry iced tea listening to MCs rap about the way they get checks
Impressed by how I switch up the melody
Kill it like a felony 
Going up is just a reflex
No karma 

(Hook)

Strawberry Vanilla Iced Tea feat. Nya (prod. Sound of Kalima)

Produced by @SoundofKalima
Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico 
Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/GZFx30dWUzm
Apple Music: http://ow.ly/FDuJ30dWUCI

Lyrics:
(Hook)
Ooh, she keeps on popping pills in the lobby (x4)

(V1)
She take a 
Pill for breakfast, pill for lunch, pill for dinner and a supplementary pill for brunch
Pills within her got her feeling nothing real a bunch 
Peeled and thinner every pill that's munched 
It started with a 
Lil to give her some unfiltered fun 
Filled with something other than another bill to fund 
Still, the popping never stopped 'em, so she built to conceal the feeling that was killed in chunks 
And now she's at the Hilton cause he told her 'come to my hotel'
He sucked her, fucked her, chucked her and showed her that souls sell 
Her mama taught her not to get caught up, but oh, well 
Noel never was the best at getting Nobels 
A product of the system, a victim with no help 
Just lots of criticism, restrictions and coattails 
But now her system is in revision as those yellow gels turn her to a machine in a ghost shell 

(Hook)

(V2)
Tuned into God radio locked, waiting so very patiently to pop, pacing distraught,
Fading slow, stepping hastily 
No moderating, cooperating or contemplating 
But the dropped off ratings are scaling 
She's wondering if her 
Thoughts racing the clock ain't real
It may be only shock taking her notch way below normal placing 
Only spot safe with a blockade is behind her face floating atop Appalations rotating 
It's complicating 
She's cross fading away - her pupils are dilating
Dehydrating, looking for hits on a Pop station 
On watch praying they'll play her favourite of hot takes and take away the pain in her brain, erasing the vibration 

(Bridge)
Behind smoke haze, no guiding in the light 
Behind smoke haze, you’re drowning in the light
Behind smoke haze, and wherever you like 
Behind smoke haze and I know 

(Hook)

(V3)
On a streak unsustainable 
Still 
Tryna reach unattainable 
Thrills 
When your needs are insatiable 
It takes a load of feeding, and the freedom's occasional  
Unfavourable 
Though the ways that you may have donated your soul to satan are overrated, your fate's interchangeable 
But hey, you know fate is no fucking stranger to change ups 
So either way, come what may, please just don't get made to an April fool

God Radio feat. Sound of Kalima

Produced by @SoundofKalima
Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico

Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/NSz530eeOxF
Apple Music: http://ow.ly/eSqY30eeOA1

Lyrics:

(Hook)
Don't falter, baby
It's our only night
No pressure, baby 
Don't act like you know me down the line
I'm doing you no favours
I'm doing you no favours
Nothing more I want in this world

(V1)
You breathe, swallow 
I leave hollow with release 
At least borrowed, but free following the relief 
It's brief although it's sweet 
Sorrow up and leaves easily all from this awful deed I get remodeled 
Wobble de 
Wobble 
All of these things I keep bottled inside of me deep you need not know
Got no debriefs or speech 
I don't believe wallowing'll delete potholed history 
These fossils 
Keep following; no retweets 
Reviving debacles to try to repeat
But peep how I'mma dodge 'em though 
got elite sneaks 
Solemn is my vow that I'm not doing nothing PG 
Y'all know 
Each domino depletes grief 
Weaned off of its bottle, so I can eat, sleep 
Please toggle the throttle; let's fly completely 
Pilot to co-pilot: arrival is finally reached 

(Hook)
Don't falter, baby
It's our only night
No pressure, baby 
Don't act like you know me down the line
I'm doing you no favours
I'm doing you no favours
Nothing more I want in this world

(V2)
It only hurts when I stop 
Come with me and let's get lost in our instincts 
And sink into moderate involvement with binging 
Inching close to longer more immodest unhinging 
Thinking no more talkative things 
It only hurts when I stop 
Keep it moving; no allowing for mingling 
Lingering on the cause of what has already been kinked  
When strings ain't attached and your prerogative's wink wink wink  
How could I not be running?
It only hurts when I stop 
Carry on and on, getting off as we get charged
Every drop of wattage abolishing dead sparks
Heavy, hot and watery washing for fresh start 
Best part: I don’t gotta be bothered with head guards 
Eff scars apart from the marking from the next carve
Cutting melodies emanating in F sharp 
Touching elegies elevating repressed dark arcs hard 
making something magic out of dark art 

(Hook)

(Bridge)
They be saying you a thot, thot, thot
But you’re not that, baby you are not not not
What you got got can’t fit in a box box box 
But the block crops you without a thought, thought, thought, and 
They be saying you a thot, thot, thot
But you’re not that, baby you are not not not
What you got got can’t fit in a box box box 
But the block crops you without a thought, thought, thought, and  

The feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your ass, I’m like ‘ooh dancer, ooh dancer’
Feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your dance, I’m like, ‘dance dancer, dance dance dancer’
Feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your ass, I’m like, ‘ooh dancer, ooh dancer’
Feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your dance, I’m like, ‘dance dancer, dance dance dancer’
But 

(Hook)

Strangers feat. Sound of Kalima

Produced by ekke 
Co-produced by @soundofkalima

Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/b9zp30etxim
Apple Music: http://ow.ly/F3Lc30etxmu

Lyrics:

(V1) 
She was beautiful; a vision out of heaven 
In a tutu that looked tinted out in resin with a screw loose standing under blue moon essence
A view that was brewed out of voodoo legends
Who knew just from taking two huge head hits from crude cube I could bend and move through hedges
And zoom out of my room consumed Jettisoned like boom and then marooned taken to new edges when I crashed 
Hit my head up on the dash
Pedal to the metal let the metal hit the gas 
Petrol lead to treble, then the treble hit the glass and it splashed; when it settled I was nestled in the grass
In a strange place full of special little zags
80 foot plants stuck in meadows full of hash
Got a first glance of my heroine in black and I cracked, shot up where I sat
Thinking who, what, when, where, why did I do a fucking scuba and rear dive inside of my screwed up and weird mind?
Am I just fried? Too fucked? Dead? Real high?
Fuck it, she was everything I dreamed in my fantasies
Right between reason and sanity
Feeling immediately in the green when my feet left the balance beam

(Hook)
Once upon a time not long ago
Try to find a change in the pot of gold
Only found faith in a box of smoke
Talk about a half-baked chronicle
Once upon a time not long ago
Try to find a change in a pot of gold
Only found faith in a box of smoke
Once upon a time not long ago
Like 

Once upon a time not long ago (x4)

(V2)
And so it begins 
As the world turns, real slowly it spins
The ink from my pen flows to a copious brim
My window creaks open and blows in the wind
That's when the lights flicker with a flash and a bang
And invite witness to miraculous things
Then a jade box with the caption engraved creates coughing and causes a catalyst change
And suddenly, within a moment of magic I didn't know how to manage my window closes with racket tennis pros and I panic
Then I notice some static
I'm feeling motion, but planted
A vegetable in a can and I'm pigeonholed where I stand
As I stare, then I step to go look
Skeptical, shook 
Bending, and I'm getting so hooked 
Tension grows, then erodes nooks
Should I go, book?
I don't know, but I'm so cooked that I'd burn if you put me in a pot or a pan
And I don't want to talk about the plot that I planned
As I grabbed at the box with my dominant hand with ad hoc and a flock of advance
Written near the flap on the top was a caption. It read:
You'll never be alive till your panic is dead
I spoke the magic words, and with that being said
Took a deep breath, then half speed ahead like

(Hook)

(V3)
Order will unravel
Start up with the gavel
Throw it fourth, it'll scorch; let it hit the gravel
When it catches, you'll meet Pandora in your travels
She will inform you how to stand tall and rip the shackles
Once you're taught to see advanced forms in the shadows,
You'll be sure to win the damn war and the battle
With collateral of band horns, shifting cattle
You will paddle through a sandstorm and you'll live to tattle
You will dabble in the matters of growth
Establishment of cataclysm crafted to blow
Relax - if your stratagem is rather composed,
When the symphony is scattered, you can gather your notes
Yeah 
Take a stab at a throat
The only way to last'll be to fashion revolt
Cause chattering and jabbering'll trap you in hope
Only action'll have a result
So when you hear the shot pop, get lost to capture the rhythm
Make it drop hot as pots and pans in the kitchen
Cause the clock tocks; can it and listen
Want the top spot? It's wrought with chances for slipping 
Getting knocked off is not a sham, it's tradition
Real hot shots just walk and grab the position from the knock offs
That is your mission
Welcome to the path of attrition

(Hook)

Magic Words

Produced by ekke
Co-Produced by @soundofkalima
Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico

Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/45EN30eONTR
Apple Music: http://ow.ly/eRIS30eONYL

Lyrics:


(V1)
Yeah
Doused in chaos, I meditate 
Grinning, ready and waiting to detonate
Unaffected as mayhem accelerates 
Doing prep for the graves I'mma desecrate 
So at ease, if I stretch, I'mma defecate 
On a level they failing to regulate 
Blasting alt with a J as I ponder the shapes in support of my craving to tesselate  
Life's always trying to fuck 
Fine, I'm a mutt
I'm all for piping it up 
I been dying to slide into sluts 
I'm into muff
Muffled in silence enough 
Now I might just get violent if hushed  
Time to get rough 
Ruffle up life with this lust that you gave me when you came up into my world 
Aided lemon labor with epidural
Now I'm obsessed with uplifting your name 
Every day I wake up singing and praying
Struck me with the fucking holy ghost and now it's 'holy smokes! I feel a spirit untamed'
Ever since, I've been a killer possessed 
Say the word, I'll make a hit in a sec 
Ride together, die together 
Whether weather climate's wet as hell or shining, I suggest you 

(Hook)
Ride with me
Cause I would do anything for you 
And you could be my reason for life
If you could blow me out of this bubble 
Forever you will always be mine 
Cause I would do anything for you 
And you could be my reason for life
If you could blow me out of this bubble 
Forever you will always be mine 
So come on and 
Ride with me 
Go on and 
Ride with me 
Till the morning 
Ride with me 
Go on and 

(V2)
Yeah 
We could pay back the world in full 
On the come up perfecting our vertical 
Never paying attention to vertigo 
Cause I know that you'll get every hurdle pulled 
On a wave that for them's indiscernible 
Long as we stick together, it's murder 
You'll surely be purging your burdens for certain and turning your hurt to a version that's workable 
They just do not understand 
Really, they can't 
Fuck ‘em, they not in the plan 
Not gonna offer a hand  
I’ll be your mans 
Got you regardless of span 
Thick or thin, I’m finna roll when you call
Take attendance - I'm the only of all 
Intermission from the inhibitions; when I'm with you living, then the feeling is frivolous 
Every time we get together, applause 
And we rise up to the level of gods 
Any prior signs of letting fire die are left behind as I forget that I'm flawed 
'Fore you showed up, life was just a mistake 
Now I'm full of purpose, pressing for great
Ride together, die together 
Whether weather climate's wet as hell or shining, I suggest you  
 
(Hook)
So come on and 
Ride with me
Go on and
Ride with me
Till the morning 
Ride with me
Go on and 
Ride with me
So come on and 
Ride with me
Go on and 
Ride with me
Till the morning 
Ride with me
Go on and

Ride With Me

Produced by @soundofkalima
Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico

Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXjYBoUPIk4
Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/sNUD30gc5oM
Apple Music: http://ow.ly/WEjN30gc5rP

Lyrics:

(Hook)
Boy, if you don't stop 
You don't stop 
(What my daddy taught me)
Boy, if you don't stop 
You don't stop 
(What my daddy taught me)
Boy, if you don't stop 
You don't stop 
(What my daddy taught me)
Boy, if you don’t 
(What my daddy taught me)
Boy if boy if you don't 
Boy, if you don't 

(V1)
All I know is pain in my brain 
But I stay maintaining 
Focused in my frame so contained 
doing major lasering 
Cutting out the grain, making gains 
Got a train fixation 
I cannot explain 
Fuck it, I cannot complain 
I don't blab 
I just dodge and jab 
Knock them boxing pads 
Blocking grabs
Hopping, dropping swag 
Got it off my dad 
He said "boy, if you don't stop, you gon' flop 
Quit the dreaming"
So I had to prove him wrong through the dawn 
Till the evening screaming 

(Hook)

(V2)
Papa taught me not to give a Fuck 
Not with poppycock or kissing butt 
Talking calmly, always in a rush  
Proper cloth - the opposite of fluff 
Move in silence - sit invisibly
Scrutinize specifics to the tee 
Use your fucking brain specifically 
Boost your mind, cause thinking is the key 
I don't give a fuck about your feelings 
If you're bitching inadmissibly 
Acting with no thought is unappealing 
Fuck you thinking risking it with me?
"Boy if you don't stop, you gon flop 
Quit the dreaming 
Get your head up out the clouds cut it out with the sleeping"
Screaming

(Hook)

(Bridge) (x2)
Don't stop 
Cause my father say so 
Don't stop what my brother say

(Hook)

(Outro)
All I know is pain in my brain 
But I stay maintaining 
Focused in my frame so contained 
doing major lasering 
Cutting out the grain, making gains 
Got a train fixation 
I cannot explain 
Fuck it, I cannot complain

Boy, If You Don't Stop

Prod. @soundofkalima 
Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico 

Listen on Spotify: http://bit.ly/ekkeLD
Apple Music: https://apple.co/2HlT4Lv

Lyrics:

(V1)
I'm bout to black on this beat 
I got a list of problems that been nagging at me 
I'd like to take the floor and give it vaginal leaks 
I only ever sweat if I'm with Shaq in the heat 
And yo, I 
Swear that ain't nobody cool in my gang 
They always down to get on it if you with the games
I function on a level only few can attain 
Fuel in my tank shooting through me 
Why my tuning is strange 
And I 

(Hook)
Got a fucked up mind with a bottomless cap 
Always blunt sometimes and I'm often a brat 
And the whole crew hunt cause we caught in the trap 
What the fuck's more popping than that? that
Got a one-track mind with a bottomless cap 
Always blunt sometimes and I'm often a brat 
And the whole crew hunt cause we caught in the trap 
What the fuck's more popping than that? 

(Post-hook)
Let me see you put in work for it 
Work for it, work for it 
Work, work work 
Just work for it, work for it
What the fuck's more poppin' than that?

(V2)
Will to the max; you ain't filling up jack 
Still Bill, I will kill if you should spill on my mat 
Feeling a tad irritable if I'm tickled to act 
Shit'll get shat 
It's as simple as that, so get back 
Because I'm
I'm bout to black on this beat
My name is Ekke Kanda; I'm from Ghana, my G 
Just flew up out Wakanda with Tchala, the son of Tchaka
We don't really fuck with chaka chaka, paddy 
So when you see me in my three piece dashiki briefing Rafiki on Safari in Harare
Believe me shit can get beastly, cause I 

(Hook)
Got a fucked up mind with a bottomless cap 
Always blunt sometimes and I'm often a brat 
And the whole crew hunt cause we caught in the trap 
What the fuck's more popping than that? that
Got a one-track mind with a bottomless cap 
Always blunt sometimes and I'm often a brat 
And the whole crew hunt cause we caught in the trap 
What the fuck's more popping than that? 

(Post-hook)
Let me see you put in work for it 
Work for it, work for it 
Work, work work 
Just work for it, work for it
What the fuck's more poppin' than that?

(V3)
Let me see you put in work for it 
To burst forward, at first you need purpose - something to work towards 
Works more if you thirst for it 
Assert your inner Durden and get insurgent in your search for it 
Search warrants ain't ensured for it 
But for sure I've heard before if you're foraging for some fortune
Then court skipping is important for forming and pushing surge forward 
So I only do reverse orders 
And I been telling these suckers I bring the ruckus in a rucksack 
Hopped out the cutlass and got to cutting up a cut lass 
Stuck at the summit; I see you struggling to trudge in the mud 
It must be discouraging licking muck inside a rough patch 
Yeah 
I'm bout to black on this beat 
And kick some shit so dark, it makes he ancestors weep
Prepare to feel the fury of an African freak
Trapping for keeps making jackets out of Canada's geese 
So man, you better duck when I'm driving or get to shuffling 
And jiving before you bloody up my passenger's seat 
Because I 

(Hook)
Got a fucked up mind with a bottomless cap 
Always blunt sometimes and I'm often a brat 
And the whole crew hunt cause we caught in the trap 
What the fuck's more popping than that? that
Got a one-track mind with a bottomless cap 
Always blunt sometimes and I'm often a brat 
And the whole crew hunt cause we caught in the trap 
What the fuck's more popping than that? 

(Post-hook)
Let me see you put in work for it 
Work for it, work for it 
Work, work work 
Just work for it, work for it
What the fuck's more poppin' than that?

Labour Day

Prod. @soundofkalima 
Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico

Listen on Spotify: http://bit.ly/2jkJYB4
Apple Music: https://apple.co/2KiR8RK

Lyrics: 

(Hook)
Alright 
Okay
How you feel? How you living right now?
All night 
All day
On the real, I’m the realest I’ve found 
Cause the world keep burning 
But the world keep turning
No return when I send it right out
I’m like 
Alright 
Ok
How you feel? How you living right now?

(V1)
I don’t tell nobody how I feel 
I just carry on and keep all that shit in my mind
If you really wanna know just what I think, well you couldn’t pay the price for a piece of my mind 

Talk is cheap 
I let action speak 
Never waive the fee 
Gotta eat
This dick isn’t free 
Hit ‘em with receipt
Rinse, repeat 
Get them ends to meet 
That’s just how I be 
That’s just me 
That’s my energy 
That’s E-k-k-e
‘Member the name 
Came to dismember the game 
Ain’t even ever been lame 
Rep what I claim 
Keep getting better and better etcetra, etcetra, slayin’
Effortless aim 
Fuck any regular lane 
I’m on a separate plane 
Making connections ahead of the schedule that everyone else has accepted as main 
Talking bout 
Can’t fuck with my agenda 
Ain’t got no time to lend ya 
I’m booked till 2099 on 29th September 
Got places to go 
Lotta folks 
That I gotta scope 
Popping off and locking while I load 
Smiling slow 
Thinking 

(Hook)

(V2)
I don’t really care about about your feels; I do whatever I feel when I’m feeling alright 
If by now you really do not know the deal, 
Well I got so much to spill, you gon’ give up on wipes 

Clean up on aisle three 
Dirt up on my feet 
Feet up while I sleep 
Zs 
Deluxe all I see,
B 
Geeked up on pine tree 
Cedars all I breathe 
While I weave 
Seeking what I need 
Either end around the weekend even when I’m weak 
I’m in a race with the rats to evade all the traps in a mine field of pressure and cheese 
I get anxiety thinking of all of the stains I sustain from the cheddar and grease 
I need a break from this digital chaos; I’m taking a day off to find me some peace
Hoping to turn that day into a week 
Then multiply the shit by fitty three 
I need an island to buy me some silence; I blame my environment for all the noise 
How the fuck am I expected to not be this hectic when I am not given a choice? 
It’s alright 
Really it’s okay 
I’m gon get one made 
Anyway 
Popping Mary medleys each and every day 
Singing 

(Hook)

(Bridge)

I don’t tell nobody how I feel 
I just carry on and keep all that shit in my mind
If you really wanna know just what I think, well you couldn’t pay the price for a piece of my mind 

I don’t really care about about your feels; I do whatever I feel when I’m feeling alright 
If by now you really do not know the deal, 
Well I got so much to spill, you gon’ give up on wipes 
 
(Hook)

Produced by @soundofkalima
Mixed by David Tallarico
Mastered by Suite Sound Studios

Listen on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2L8xmsz
Apple Music: https://apple.co/2svWgKX

Lyrics:


(Hook)
Run up on ‘em 
Walk ‘em through it 
Too much talking 
Gotta do it 
Run up on ‘em 
Walk ‘em through it 
Too much talking 
Gotta do it 

Got the Prego 
Sauced up 
Yeah, I got Alfredo 
Sauced up 
Said I got the Prego 
Sauced up 
Yeah, I got Alfredo 
Sauced up

(V1)
Yeah 
Pass me the salt 
Hungry as fuck; need the grumbling to halt 
Tummy been tucking; I’m jumping a vault for some munchies I’m running incoming assault 
Sprinkling seasoning, springing with zest 
Bringing the heat and I’m leaving a mess 
Grilling up ether, relieving a chef of her residency with the eats that I prep 
I keep the pot on the stove 
Watch for the smoke 
I’m cooking outta control 
My shit is hot as some coal 
Y’all ought to know 
Straight from the pot to the bowl 
Sauce 
Right off the tongue and it roll off 
I hit the blunt and I go off 
I got the recipe ready for any; see, that be the enemy remedy 

(Hook)

(V2)
Dab of the ranch 
Yeah 
Splash of expanse 
Yeah
That shit is bland 
Yeah 
My shit the jam 
Spread it and and let it enhance 
Let us go ham 
Follow my every command 
Man 
Plenty of Frank’s on demand 
Always, I got it on hand 
Stocked in advance 
Whole lot of spice in my system 
Taste and, you might be a victim 
Don’t gotta line up to get some 
Packing a punch with my fist bumps 
Look at the flick of the wrist 
Stir ups are sick 
I get around in the mix 
I got the recipe ready for any; see, that be the enemy remedy 

(Hook)

(V3)
Got Alfredo and my noodle is boiled 
Burning basil in a pool full of oil 
I don’t save food in aluminum foil; I should 
cook on cable, cause my food never spoil 
Too much flavour on the tip of my tongue 
Chewed up caterers on my lips and my gums 
Sooner or later, when the shit gets a dump, 
Got a full course catered with the grits and the drums 
Bang
Gravity don’t make my nuts hang 
Hop in the booth like a Mustang 
Dealing with hunger and gut pangs 
Condiments all in my blood bank 
Saving to later invest  
Savoury Fresh  
Can’t no one bake in my stead 
Secret ingredient: being completely unleashed with the seasons of seasoning 


Had a little bit to drink 
I don’t really wanna think 
I just really wanna sink into something brand new 
Got it running in my veins 
And it takes away the pain 
Once I get a little taste, then I’m 
(Shut the fuck up)


(Hook)

Got the Prego 
Sauced up 
Yeah, I got Alfredo 
Sauced up 
Said I got the Prego 
Sauced up 
Yeah, I got Alfredo 
Sauced up

Alfredo

Produced by @SoundofKalima
Mixed by David Tallarico
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs

Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cCmwE0YIKw
Listen on Spotify: http://bit.ly/DreamMusicEkke
Apple Music: https://apple.co/2LH7RSZ

Lyrics:

(V1)
It was all a dream 
We don’t know where we’re gonna be, no 
Please, they don’t wanna talk with me 
Cause I’m gon' speak my mind till I’m six of ‘em deep 
I live for the beat
I speak from my feet, I’m a prodigy 
Y’all seem to be caught in the commentary - I free fall with anomalies 
Was on a leash  
But I don’t like the ticks
Cause time don’t fly with a minor twitch 
Try bit by bit with the slightest stitch
I knit
Cause I never get a size that fits 
Tight shit - never see me slide or slip 
Somehow chilling with an iron grip 
Right fist on high lift to the height of cliffs 
To hit fright with the might of whips
Punching the clouds
Pumping and crumping about 
Dunking like I'm in the south 
Coming out of the blue 
Red with the deadliest hue 
Blessed with the messiest moves 
I'm the dirtiest alive
Turd is the word to the wise
Worst when I'm pursing my eyes 
Filling bags while I snooze 
Dreaming a lucid account of me looting 
some bountiful booty for my ass 
Cause when it comes to the numbers, the sheep don’t count
If I don’t flee from the herd, I don’t sleep so sound
You’ll find me lost in the words of a King profound
I have a dream


(V2)
Life 
Is nothing more than a dream
You think it’s more than it seems
You dreaming boy
You see bleaching all in your screen, you’re on the wrong team
Codeine supporting your lean
You feening more for morphine
Orpheum at four with fourteen performers formed even forging foreseen
For scenes enforcing your dreams
No sleeping on ‘em, your dreams
No need to snore when snorkeling with snorts is your means for door to door 

(Reprise)
Dreams are for dreamers and dreamers never go to sleep

Listen on Spotify

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Produced by ekke
Mixed by David Tallarico
Mastered by @SuiteSoundLabs

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Mixed by David Tallarico
Mastered by @SuiteSoundLabs

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Booking/inquiries: ekke.music.gh@gmail.com

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