Passed 100,000 this weekend, ran across some life changing thoughts. Had the Apogee One with me, wrote & recorded this morning. Resignation of Sin.

DUSTY MONDAYS // YOURS, JAH.

Dear Jah I need a moment of time to communicate

He said El, I'm listening in learn to tune the faith

I prayed enough the bluff of life don't come around the corner

I stayed as far away from trouble still puffin marijuana

Still cutting corners, with no license, just in some mindless crimes with a blind-sense of time

living ahead of myself, my mind exempts confines

We all lived like slaves for too long, new bong, new back to get lit on

For the youngings that was picked on, for the fuck of it, I said fuck in a song

I wrote about God 

This my declaration of faith, resignation of sin

at least I hope, my God

Singing about the stories of a man swinging against an industry from the ropes, iPod

still bumping my joint, my God, this must be a dream or a joke, I thought I'd never

see folks eyegawk

I was sitting watching boats by the dock, smoking my indica in the cut skiing past the slopes on the block

By God's Grace I chase money, pussy and weed in a righteous manner

Clean white tee's, no bandana, Only Serb pulling mad shorties in Caribana

still ducking low from the cops, copping lo, from chapeaus to the socks

No chateau used to walk, 30 miles & mimic flows like I'm Pac

Battling Balla, choked like spree

Had to get smarter, come back & roast the next three

Mic check on, Had the Holy Ghost call me, 

thoughts like socks to toast cold feet

Box or be boxed by the hoes & the bleak

I was taught even roaches gotta eat

Need the right sail, Jah controlling my feet

We all known to ride, like Winona

Bonafide, future yacht owner

Sewn inside, my souls purpose & design

was to, coincide, do as I wanna

But this, plan to incur wealth

handling pressure better than a cooker

Like I'm f'kin myself, just to see myself combust

take a look at myself

I put my health on the cusp

too stealth for the lust

of becoming a God body

I stood two steps from a bus

playing chicken, never get roasted

Man, this my life, and God willing I'll start to live

Born villain, bad women, bad nerves in the hearts of men

We on the curbs looking starved within

Learn to curse with God in hymn

I feel a verse, Must be Jesus, man the God in Him, it's 

Elohim, 3rd InI, high inside while the paradigm spins

same scheme as james dean pair of dimes, twins

Pharakhan's inspired speech, miracle's can happen

when lyrics gain traction, we in a fear of dying each

moment of spent time is like chasing a flying peach

shit is not to be found, too hot, too profound

Tupac in future tense, shit all we do is love women, write poems and keep it G

light microphones and smoke some OG

fight lifeforms that broke our cold streets

protons and neutrons and energies

no common sense, faith and inner peace

Yours, JAH [Prod. Häzel + Slakah the Beatchild]

Jay Dee - Track 21

Checkitout

A short mix of 14KT's first beats and recorded rhymes.
Before Cool Edit Pro 96' and Computers.

Beats 96' - 97' [Pause Tapes]

The Diary

The Sickness (Instrumental) [feat. Nas]

Give Them What They Want (Instrumental)

1990 Basement freestyle  BIG PROOF AND T3  ON THE Rhymes  and JAYDEE ON THE BEAT... RACE TO DO 20 MINUTE SONG !!! LOL When HIPHOP WAS FUN !!

OGSV

T3 & BIG PROOF (FREESTYLE) 1990's produced by JAYDEE

Fantastic 2020, Vol. 1

Hold Tight (Instrumental)

I tried my best to remake this unreleased beat by J Dilla http://youtu.be/KOp2o1N2uRw using the same sample/chops/drum patterns. Was really tough to do. 
Ignore the imperfections in the beginning... 
MPC2000XL

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James Yancey (1974-2006)
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Give Them What They Want (Instrumental)

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