More than a decade later and I'm still obsessed with the music from FIFA 11 lol

I had a concept going between Kano's 3 Wheel-ups and W.A.R.R.I.O.R by Ebony Bones - then I reset my PC drive so I'm unsure if I'll be able to access it to go any further lmao. 

Was still fun to see how it played out; part negro spiritual into the industrial sound reminiscent of the original Ebony Bones track. 

Lyrics:

(Moving like a warrior)
(Down in the gully that's where we'll be)

Can't tell me nuttin
Cooking up suttin to be felt down in Sutton
Revolution pre built can't push the button
Pulse Hill hernia move mounds in 
Mitcham pitch plans before we jump to demands

No hands cause we gather just for a show of strength
But we 

Shout out to the whittled down eyelids
Ask your man why he packs lightest
Bright prospects but still move tightest
Bootstraps dead but laces like his
Hold a budget like he has 5 kids

(Walking on water that's where we are
Running in circles won't get them far)

If you don't look after your own yout boy you're not a (W.A.R.R.I.O.R)
On you your third mistress multiple districts you're not a (W.A.R.R.I.O.R)
Invoice deadline 2 weeks gone PLEASE send for the courier
That dealer man's BM you seen them can't pick a W.A.R.R.I.O.R

Three Warriors Up (Almost)

https://soundcloud.com/cj-du-fromage/breathe-again

I've enjoyed this song for years and had some concept around this for months but didn't get around to it. Turned out a bit different than conceived. Still a folk musician at heart, but the oontz oontz got to me.

Finished on a record breaking hottest day of the year, it might be more obnoxious than the sun was lmao

Breathe Once More (CJ the Lion Breathe Again Remix)

Sometimes you play around in your favourite digital audio workstation and find something fun. This is now my ringtone (though my phone speaker doesn't express the frequency ranges as well rip)

Answer Two

A bit of an ironic one ngl.

I was thinking about how much 'logic' goes into these hypothetical purchases and the fact that imaginative play never really leaves us. The dragon tamer of childhood could become the EV drifter of adulthood.

Also, I looked outside and summer might be over, so Imma sit tight til next year, when Dacia's electric offering should arrive in the UK

Await The Dacia Spring

I was noodling around and emerged with this almost a year ago to the day, so thought I'd archive it here.

Yes, it's another song that features on on the FIFA 11 soundtrack. Who knows if I will ever break the shackles of a game that predates my first beard hair (I haven't seen my naked chin in a decade)

Anyway, here's some vulnerable behind the curtain stuff to look back on in antiquity.

The Space Ahead Cover Concept.wav (Zémaria Cover)

Starting the mixtape with a disclaimer kekerino

They say this is where the state and the start of the art is; the state of the artist

Few man gassed me up, filled my cup, I’m like yup this
Albums about to bang with a twang of SlipHop not
TripHop but coming from the mid 90s like a blur
My words may slur but it won’t deter me
From the possibilities yet I still decree that
Choruses don’t seem to be meant for me

I can’t write a hook if it took reading books over looks
I can’t write a hook have a nook crow or rook I’m too shook

They say this is where the state and the start of the art is; the state of the artist

I Can't Write A Hook

Regarding personal issues and how they might relate to the state

Have you ever mated with a mate in 6/8 and felt nothing but self hate
Because you know it’s too late to change your fate?
Running faster after last her eyes; the only prize I held
Couldn’t seem to weld the vibe into my mind
And find a reason not to give in

Unsure as before, into the spiral I’m lured
But to reminisce is to take a piss on the future

Live in or out of this schema build a dream
Asleep in a rush to clean away the crushing defeat
Those who I see elite in my eyes as I
Tunnel vision envisioning next year free of a
Next fear – before I leer at the freight train coming
My eyes are smeared

Missing you, missing me, dysentery
Mortality of mind
The kind that’s too kind to mind the evil one finds inside
Too often – wants to soften the blow but
Still go for a blowjob
Turn the heat down on the hob and slowly cook like the frog

Hold my hand, reprimand the opposition going forward
Out of position to boil me and my sexuality
Down to a probably – I’d probably still be me on D honestly
A five foot seven center catching rebounds I’m not meant to
Just to see if I could catch a BAE or get an OBE just to sex or
Vex her with my inflated ego

We run for decade from regret but are yet to
Prize a Nobel Proze over getting wet cause
Mating get mates when dating gets rates
But decimating rape rates raises tax rates
And we all need to eat steak rather than fix our mistakes

How can one not self-hate when they give the mandate
To raise poverty rates but it’s never too late
Mine and your hearts darken like Batman in Arkham
We’re trapped and slapped with adversity but
Mustn’t take it personally

Feel the blood pumping through the veins
I must be insane to not be filled with passion
But I’m smashing everything away

The mortality of hope as we tighten the rope
Around a box with its locks to
Be a backup singer – no further forward than a right winger
Life’s a mess, see it blow but be missed dynamite at
Record MPH or commit GBH with an apartheid of the soul
You either swallow whole or it’s missed shot on goal

Take it one way or another
Each day we move each other
Through the power and the pain
The sun shines through the rain

The rainbow be hanging low fruit
For the dreamer looking leaner
When the grass is always greener
Hit a blunt and wet a countries eyes
But no cries for the cults leading to our demise

Real eyes realize real lies
But the real guys must be missing real ties
Clips on Youtube but no replies
While we watch we boobs with
Disguise – incognito sneaky diss guys

This guy’s feeling awkward watching Futurama
Dreaming of the year 3000 when his bubble’s suddenly
Busted by the thought of a future without Rama
Mama with the present for everyone always taught me
To be present for everyone
Every daughter, every son and in between
Make a meme make amends with the
Trends of the world as it sends for me

Sell a dream make a steam powered industrial scheme
Until you’re victorious in worrying us
That the war in us is the way that we lean

Thoughts Are Bought

More on elites in power and how we treat one another

Elites beat on, boats against the current, seeking their own selfish desires. Do you follow the ship or turn your mast away?
Shout out to the vipers, Internet hypers and
The man with the dead cyphers
(Don’t we all love a little drama – don’t we all like a little
I know I do – just a lil’ bit)

All you man that’s out of time
I suggest you stay in line
All you man that’s out of time
Learn vocals and how to rhyme

Calculate the cosine of the angle 
That you climb the pyramid to sell out
Like Psycho Sid Vicious how you lied on 
Saying that you’re the golden kid

Fib by fib by fib you close the lid on
What we call progress; multiple stab hits
But no shit it seems to those above
No white dove of peace ‘cause it’s not war too
Simple to score on Tory bore cause they’re
Just another whore to
Those who write and run the score like eSports
A controlling riot more pious than
Zionists who lock young people up they’ll
Fill their cup up top with no stops to
Corruption, abruption, discussion

Shit when they want; punch in a ticket to
Leave court ‘cause thoughts are bought assorted in
Many colours but they all fade out to green

Are we so afraid of the life threats from poverty that we seek to amass as much wealth as possible in order to protect against them? Arendt speaks of the leading interest in society shifting from gaining property to simply the accumulation of wealth or assets, as if we will necessarily live forever – or that our family line will, which provides a justification of sorts for amassing wealth until our final hour.

I have wondered if other animals have the sentience required to consider themselves as part of a species, deliberating whether or not they need to reproduce. For example, many have argued that we don’t really need to – or at least not all of us – and would arguably be bringing a child into an increasingly overpopulated world, causing a problem for itself by its own existence.

Could we merely look to sustain the species as a whole, in order to ensure better conditions for all, including our own offspring, if we adopted a different approach? Nah fuck it.

It don’t have to be great – but it can be better
We can still make cheese – even if it ain’t feta (unless you’re vegan)
She can be the one – if you just let her
Just a small group of friends and we’ll amass a peta

No need to force but we must stay on course
Even a bad rapper can survive in 4/4
Without getting hoarse

Enough negativity for now though

It Ain't Good Fam

(Countdown) - Featuring the Lads

TFW you could've jumped on a mad project but then you were too stuck up to do it - it's cool init lool

You could say I'm firing shots 
Maybe I am maybe I'm not
 Just know I ain't even gonna stand up to record this 
Cause you need to take a seat

I've never seen a man more broke than me in merc but 
You're still feeling merked when the gyaldem you greet 
Clock you as the wrong kind of freak 
If the nonsense you speak is not gonna cease 
I'll lowkey unfollow, unfriend and lend you a slice of this leng 
Still can’t believe you rocked double denim as if it were peng

Even your fashion's bad influence - in sin fluent incongruent 
With a drink you sink another shot not taken 
There's money to be making but U ‘n’ I know that 
You faked that degree, forsaking that time in your prime why not
Wake up

Make up your time as you made up your mind what kind of artist you were; heard it through the vine of grape that your passion fruit is starvin' like Marvin when you could be south parking from Southwark into to Hyde Park your limo at the Royal Garden Hotel wouldn't that be swell but I just need you to wake up

Lights camera action - the main attraction with a faction of fans big plans sans limitation a nation of admiration you're stationed at the turning point but I just need you to wake up
Bright lights round your name hallowed into to hall of fame transfer to a dame what a shame to stay the same pride of a lion tamed you only have yourself to blame so I just need you to wake up

'I will be a successful entertainer! I will perform to audiences worldwide! I will have creative input in my career! I will work tirelessly until the aforementioned have been attained! I will work even harder after that!'

It's easy to be intense in future tense 
But rising into the Ubermensch means 
Looking at who you are 
Surely you have a better bar for the girls at the bar than 
'I'm gonna be a future star'

Basically I think you're full of shit, but the good kind. Just need more fibre fam - get into good habits like eating a balanced breakfast right after you wake up

Stop running, stop bunning
(Do you smoke weed?)

Wake up and become or be gone 
Be done with the time wasted under the sun 
Your mum had a son raised to 
Stun from electric Brixton to number 1 
But fuck the mainstream just get as lean 
4 20-man teams pulling schemes to feature you 

But it all remains a dream unless you wake up

Wake Up (Leon Jacques Diss)

A shoutout to those putting in a shift on this website: Ailsa Tully; CJ the Lion; DeeRiginal; Powerz and many more

You know them ones where like… you wish you were a Soundcloud artist, you know, but you haven’t got a DI box – or you haven’t got, you know, those £400 paddings in your room umm… ‘cause it would get in the way of, you know, books and stuff.

You know… and then you spent like £200 on a PS4 uhhh… but a mic is notably cheaper than that – but to be honest init, like, you know… let’s still see wagwan init.

(*raspberry sound* that’s a warm up right?)

I wish I had that SoundCloud sound 
Astounding while still quaint I've found 
A many artists unlike me who fill my feels from A to Z 
But come to me iVEye see a different sound far from 
The strongest fragile touch from Tully 
Or the cutest buzz from Ceej 
Hopefully by the time that you play this track 
You have more followers than me

Teeming with the love that you deserve for sexy simple 
Couple keys a few decrees it's birds and bees I sneeze 
And try to sample desperate for unique it's peak how 
I'm either too quiet or fully going above the peak

I'm shut out no condenser partially 
Cause cash dispenser looking thin you see 
My sound is rough and tough unlike the life that 
Lets me make a mixtape with the spare time not spent chasing money 
 For mummy or daddy or sister or padi
They know I no geh struggle nah me life 
The only strife to work on me

Nothing's ever standard here you've known that for 4 years 
So I'll keep being weird if just to let you do the same 
I'll carry shame because this music ting it hasn't been my primary game since 2012 
But funnily I started SoundCloud in thirteen 
The meanest irony that I only posted when I had quit the scene 
Supposedly upnosedly too proud to 
Share my work for free but thirteen was the last year 
I got paid real money for a thing no bling kerching 
Since then my finance is dying 
Billie Jackson he has a twin cause my wallet was dead as him 

It's criminal the tings I've done since 
Leaving school the artist I departed at 16 
The dream of lead guitar and synths
I blink and drink a sixteenth sip this hour 
Gain the power to get through this night 
So that I might renew the plight 
To set the music scene alight 
I memorised the lyrics to 'alright' 
To do a cover on a ukulele maybe 
Get a baby vocalist to sing along help them get strong and 
Add a song into their repertoire to lean on

 Where SoundCloud is like, where you'll find their B sides, you know… and all that other cool stuff and be like ‘oh cool, they did this lil thing; they’re so creative wow you know what I mean? Like shit whoa… you know… 

Knees made weak again when finding roots that 
Lead to trees a treaty with the hearts 
Of mine and other's whose arts suffocating

Calling out with pleas for sweet release 
A tenner down on headphones jacks and moans 
Before bar 3 I see the brightest future out 
For Maestro P and Dee if only ROC was on the map 
For causing faps and claps in NYC I swear 
I'd beat my meat til 63 if it was me 
Who put us there amongst the East like 
Kano never skips a beat 

Elite like DS sales too big to fail 
I'm not McHale but I must power forward like a snail 
I have my shell but still exposed
I wanna host a host of talent on my tracks with 
Stacks of bars and pars from Sahr an artist gone too far it seems 
But dreams are just a few schemes, teams and means to touch the scene 
So SoundCloud's where I'll be

Be and believe - especially you lot doing bits for free. In a bit

Cloud Of Sounds

Does what it says on the tin; a lil bit of closure

Final Piece to find the beat
Find your peace, define your peak

Despite my name being vaguely unique for a Londoner, when I signed pieces I'd write my full name: Sahr Mortatay Gbamoi 

Working hard to be the first boy like a slave to arts in all its parts.
Mortatay - my dad would say the coming of his time 
Maybe not the time to rhyme and show on billboard signs 
But at one point there will be a limelight in the fight of I v I 
My endless sea of thoughts and me. 
Add a G and you get an SMG
 I shoot bananas freely as I say K to your dead apple tree 
The fruit I spray and pray it falls 
Far from the leaves and leaves with some nobility

But enough about me, this song's for ms G E N C
Sevtap who opened the tap to talent untapped 
With the knowledge she wrapped me in 
Knowing the golden section like my second skin

Went to the Barbican she said that here she was a cleaner 
Nothing meaner for the one with little English feeling minglish 
In the John you would've seen her wrestling her self-esteem
 Her pressures probably tag teaming 
But like the toilets she'd be gleaming

It's funny how a nobody can 
Become a somebody to some
 The sum of all her interactions giving power 
To the one who listened, glistened over time just like a watch 
What fills my crotch a happy accident that makes me wanna go back 
Again and again and again anaphora perfect 10
I'm a whore for catching pen 
Break down the bars and watch my friends 
Bring up the pars for missing them for Ms Genc 

Still say my skills are hench even when they're benched 
But when Man gets entrenched in all the stench 
Of growing up no glowing stars out left to lean on 
Flowing platforms to be seen on 
Showing talent out to heap on praise 
All amazed at what a young kid does these days 
Despite deterrents that determine that a D grade 
Condemns dreams to be erased 
When one can chase the чёрт 
And chase the thought until the end of day.

Why am I talking about D grades as if I didn't get an E in philosophy - I would say fuck CandI but I think I've proven that it starts and ends with me

Not from the streets but felt the heat 
I thought would I get stabbed before I beat but 
Caught a beat more sweet than bareback balls deep 
Until complete I mark the sheets with scores of sweat 
Or better yet lack of regret 
From doing more than 4/4 16 bars and 
Yet my heart's been set to clone success like 
Jango Fett wars to the stars forget the pars cause 
All bar none under the sun will want some fun when work is done 
But there's the pun cause there's where work has begun

This song’s for… ahh c’mon…

This song's for those in sight of greatness 
Baitness from the endless plight to take this life 
And risk it fall or flight cause this life is in fact your final piece 
Means of production yours to seize not just for marks 
But to be at ease 
When you're deceased long shot like John Arne Riise 
But you'll still pop them out their seats 
A sight to see to meet to beat elites like 
Champions League top seed is sown and 
Now you're grown to take the world cause it's your own.

Whose world is this? – It’s yours

Final Piece to find your peace 
Find your peace define your peak 
It might be peak but with hope we seek 
To break the walls until we sleep

Don’t worry though the sequel’s coming – although, this may be the last one chronologically…
(Whatever that means…)
Cheers init

Final Piece

Showing that I'm not dead. This is a playabout with the first 6ish minutes after opening up my guitar case for the first time in a month.

New stuff in a bit

Unravel

So I've been back on Pokemon Platinum quite a bit and started to learn Route 225 by ear on keyboard - but just can't play it at tempo just yet lol. In the spirit of nostalgia, I also flashed back to the earlier work of Obsessive Compulsive and got kinda experimental. Trust me, this manifestation is very alien from the original.

Also, the percussion is done with a burnt slab of what was originally destined to be banana bread, which I would recommend trying out as a viable instrument tbh

Dollar Signs On Route 225

Some deeper bass stuff for headphone users. It's funny because no one will ever know how I incorporated a sound clip from Metallica: S&M.

Alas, we move - as much as life can allow

Aleurgh Ring

Hey there, name's Sahr - remember the name, because you'll be screaming it later, while I'm on stage of course ;)

I'm a strange musician who predominantly plays guitar but I do quite a bit of drumming, especially with youth carnival band Kinetika Bloco (shameless plug lol)

I have quite a broad taste in music and hope to show it here

iVEye

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