A collection of instrumental covers.

I do not own the rights to any of these tracks. Full credentials for each track can be found below. 

1. Lil Uzi Vert - 20 Min
2. Playboi Carti - Magnolia
3. Lil Uzi Vert - Free Uzi
4. Odd Future - Oldie
5. Bloc Party - One More Chance
6. Mac DeMarco - Chamber of Reflection
7. Mac DeMarco - Another One

Io sono l'uomo.

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Printed in Plaistow.

Suoni dal nuovo film di Quarantino

popdatsh*t

lyrics:
Pop dat shit
Pop dat shit
Bad gyal you bad from yuh top to yuh waist
Bow down, slow down 
Top give me face

Pop dat shit
Pop dat shit
Bad gyal you bad from yuh top to yuh waist
Bow down, slow down 
Top give me face

I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep, gyal
I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep, gyal
I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep,
I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep,


Hold up 
I pour up I’m back on the roads
Hold up 
I pour up I’m back in her throat
Link up and drink up 
I’m driving her boat
Sinful and wistful she down for the boy

Down with the boy
Down with my boys
Down for whatever she down to deploy
Baby that birkin she bought with her coin
Baby you’re perfect and perfectly poised

Wine time, fine time cheese n that
Heart tattoos on my b’s n that
I slide in and I’m deep n that
Everything she say, I be deeping that
Anything she got, I be needing that
Bawl out mi name, she be screaming that
Nuff jook inna, she be feeling dat
Body like dough i be kneading dat

Sil vous plait

Baby can you rock more with the london
You’ve been trippin all day fi mi plantain
I’ve been looking all day for your function
Baby hold yuh ex name he’s a dumb dumb
Get me in yuh zone 6 like Atlanta
Give yuh all my love in the purple rain
Vibes cyah done when you work dat ting
Now pop that shit

Pop dat shit
Pop dat shit
Bad gyal you bad from yuh top to yuh waist
Bow down, slow down 
Top give me face

Pop dat shit
Pop dat shit
Bad gyal you bad from yuh top to yuh waist
Bow down, slow down 
Top give me face

I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep, gyal
I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep, gyal
I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep,
I’m in U Deep
I’m in U Deep

N U DEEP

Fonny & Tish

Asleep Awake (Saint. 1)

Dilla's Mood

Written by Rj London
Instagram: @soultheyout

Produced by Hotel October
Instagram: @hoteloctober

Lyrics:

Let's see how much trouble you’ll make
Let's see how much hustle you’re on
I cut off some bitches they’re fake
Got no time to waste
Got no time for leading them on

Hampton hotel or the Ritz
Fuck it, I’ll stay in the suite on the top where its sweet and room service takes long
Smoke alarm ring off, I’m ripping the bong
Shottas I ring up they bring me the strong
Fitness, gym, Palm Angel, custom my fit
Phone line a bling off from bitches I hit
Hint 
Hint
They wanna get dick
2 hour session, you suck and I lick

Back to the strip, Rj’s on the go
Recognize status in silver and gold
Records go platinum, I’m doing the most
I’m doing up Kobe, 24 years old


Woah x 8
Woah x 8
Woah x 8
Woah x 8


After she suck on my dick
I painted her face
Got in her ear like Van Gogh
Maybe I did feel a way
Maybe I didn’t
Me and the Lord only knows

Love tattoo all on my neck
I show off when I’m on the road
Strut like a model and walk like hoe
Cardi B said it the best
But I say it better
A real nigga always stay cold

Getting a discount because I.Am.Me
Show her my moves, I can get it for free
Baby Freeze, Can you hit a pose?
I got some options, the coast or the north

Viva la vida, I’m doing up both
Cro or the maggie, I’m doing it both
Hoe’s or my slattys, I’m rolling with both
Piercing or tattoos, I’m getting them both

Blondies or brunettes, I’m fucking them both
New York or Cali, I’m going to both
Tinder or bumble, I’m swiping on both
Humble or Braggy, I’m doing it both

Checked or a carry, I’m flying with both
Wins and the losses, I’m toasting to both
Money and Bitches, I’m getting them both
Money and Bitches, I’m getting them both

Woah
Bussed case, didn’t have enough evidence
Scot free and I kept my dividends
Float through court and I’m in my elements

Woah, woah
I know heaven but I’m back in hell again
Gyal yuh back fi stop, bruk and bend
Push my love, make her climb on top again

Woah x 8
Woah x 8
Woah x 8
Woah x 8

Woah!

Person To Person

Worlds

1mor

goldie

uziless

mongolia

deLorean

prod. Rj London & Hotel October
cover art by. Rj London & Joel Talbot

Recorded at Allstar Records Studios

@nflm @thekdmc

Lyrics:
Welcome to the grit and grain
No fixation on the pain
All the streets know is rage
And if you’re slain there's no change
Just another written name that got stained
And where there's will there's a way out 
Funeral services getting played out
Distraction my option so I’ll stay out
No food at home red dragon take out
And if we get blocked in we know the layout
Directions from the 238 to the safe-house
Newham in my blood, Newham in my veins
Cocaine white coupe moving caine
Ghost on the roads when I buck a Kanan
Ain’t no friends only close acquaintance
Taps on my phone call that close surveillance
You better bite your tongue for that information 

Like, I don’t say a word
I don’t say a word
Real anti, flip my finger up and flip the bird
Deep puffs of the ammi, imma leave this world
Like, don't say a ting, don’t a ting
Lock it all away with the sedatives
Coping mechanisms I’ve been pedaling
Got some trouble in my borough and it's getting slim

Welcome to the grit and grain
No fixation on the pain
All the streets know is rage
And if you’re slain there's no change
Just another written name that got stained
And where there's will there's a way out 
Funeral services getting played out
Distraction my option so I’ll stay out
No food at home red dragon take out

I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Nah I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
I just hope it work I don’t say a word
Bust the door, with a pair of keys I got to use some birds
With the people out on the street man, I always played the curb
Coming out like ten times greater it must of hit a nerve
I’m earth turfing, real substance now watch a jigga burst
It’s still turbans, wrap ahead like a race and I’m in first 
It’s still hearses, water bend but the blood curses
The fire will air in ‘ere like it’s Aang working
I be in the game picking brains I’m a damn surgeon
Man for fuck sake, when they get drapes then it’s all curtains
Most people trying to trip, ain’t working not a bit
Same pebbles trying to hate, man they be rocking on my dick
Steady fucking with my headspace, I be working on my bliss
Some girls they gave a miss, but then I heard she want a kiss
And I’ve been up large, know darg
C’mon baby I’m your Rockstar, get me rock hard
Funny you think you got culture, up in Poplar
I know you want to be a Popstar, watch the block blast
They got some real felons
Real feelings in the genes but there’s no denim
On the road man what happened? Brudda there’s no telling
Rules be the rules
And the game be the game
If you grew up here, you’ll never be the same
But welcome

Welcome to the grit and grain
No fixation on the pain
All the streets know is rage
And if you’re slain there's no change
Just another written name that got stained
And where there's will there's a way out 
Funeral services getting played out
Distraction my option so I’ll stay out
No food at home red dragon take out

Nuh Say A Word

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Nuh Say A Word (feat. KDMC)

NFLM Tapes - Volume 1 is the debut group project that showcases the many different styles that are included within NFLM. Timeless music from the London underground. Big Energies and Big Vibes are packed into this 9 track Album!

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