Wicked (Instrumental)

Hello Summer (Instrumental)

Untitled 2 (Instrumental)

Beat 210710

My submission for Tracklib's Royce da 5'9" Beat Contest in 2021

Royce da 5'9" Tracklib Beat Contest Submission (2021)

Freestyle video (courtesy of SiriusXM; I do not own this video):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyx3OM1izVY

The full instrumental track "Music Makers" appeared on my debut album, "Self Seekers," listen here: https://soundcloud.com/jford-4/music-makers

Thank you/credits:
Ren Thomas
Planet Asia
DJ Eclipse
DJ Riz
Shade 45
Filmed/Edited by Sublime Crown Productions

Ren Thomas & Planet Asia Freestyle over "Music Makers" Beat (Shade 45: Rap Is Outta Control, 3/7/20)

Shout out to Pete Philly, one of my favorite emcees, who used my beat "Waited" as the backdrop for a freestyle in November 2020. During an IG livestream, he asked fans to submit random words, which he strung together in real time to craft a cohesive verse.

The full instrumental track "Waited" appeared on my debut album, "Self Seekers," listen here: https://soundcloud.com/jford-4/waited

Pete Philly Freestyle over "Waited" Beat (Instagram, 11/18/20)

Freestyle video (courtesy of SiriusXM; I do not own this video):
https://youtu.be/cxIUIK4g6k4?si=5ZzxAcX9EJ4j525L

The full instrumental track "Kings County" can be heard here: https://on.soundcloud.com/iu2sH

Thank you/credits:
Vic Monroe
DJ Eclipse
DJ Riz
Shade 45
Filmed/Edited by Sublime Crown Productions

Vic Monroe Freestyle over "Kings County" Beat (Shade 45: Rap Is Outta Control, 3/1/20)

An unfinished deep cut from the cutting room floor

Beat 201221

Unreleased deep cut from the cutting room floor

Jaded Daters (Instrumental)

Snippet from Shade 45 Radio's "Live From Headqcourterz," 1/22/20. DJ Premier scratching "All It Takes" feat. Little Vic prod. by Jeremy Ford.

I do not own this recording, provided by Sirius XM Radio + Shade 45

Full song: https://soundcloud.com/jford-4/all-it-takes-featuring-little-vic

"All It Takes" feat. Little Vic, Played by DJ Premier (Live From Headqcourterz, 1/22/20)

Vocals: Cambatta
Produced: Jeremy Ford
Mixed and Mastered: Steven Tejeda

Lyrics:
All dogs go to heaven, eventually
Even after death you’ll remember me
Go to hell and see the devil, mention me
I’m the last face you gon' ever see

Loadin' the ammo
Gun dealer look like Tony Soprano
Home alone in my bando, the trap focus in camo
Am I Macaulay Culkin or Rambo?
Invisible ghost fingers on the broken piano
More keys than Beethoven can handle
While I’m holding the candle, evoking and channeling voices of dead legendary musicians looking for a vocal to sample
Loop it
Open up a wormhole and ran through
This is what it sounds like when they don’t understand you
Cut your top off, now you just a soul (sole) like a sandal
Shapeshiftin, I ain't even open the manual

All dogs go to heaven, eventually
Even after death you’ll remember me
Go to hell and see the devil, mention me
I’m the last face you gon' ever see

Last Face feat. Cambatta

Instrumental version of Last Face feat. Cambatta: https://soundcloud.com/jford-4/last-face-feat-cambatta

Produced: Jeremy Ford
Mixed and Mastered: Steven Tejeda

Last Face feat. Cambatta (Instrumental)

Take No Prisoners (Instrumental)

Official lyric video: https://youtu.be/dvGT9UGDlUM

Produced: Jeremy Ford
Mixed: Jim Orso
Keyboard: Jesse Ciarmataro
Scratches: Byron Richter
Outro: Alan Watts (alanwatts.org)

My name's Wordsworth
I'm my mom's third birth
Got it made, get paid because how my words work
I thank God that I wake up hearing birds chirp
Instead of burned in an urn or placed in the earth's dirt
Flight attendant said you could board the plane, sir first
Any seat you want, first class, fly and earn perks
The world has turned worse
My niece I just heard curse
Shootings in the mall, smelling smoke from a burned church
His mom concerned about her nails and a perm first
He needs diapers but she just bought her third purse
Killers on the curb lurk
Selling weed, serve perps
For their trouble, couple bands, couple grand per shirt
She prefers twerks and a skirt on perverts
Find another man, double, couple grand per flirt
I'm the greatest but, yeah that wasn't heard first
Other hand I'm Wordsworth
A couple grand per verse

[Hook]

My real name Vinson Jamel
I'm inventive, if you listen you can instantly tell
I indented proper grammar and I printed it well
Since I was an infant, picked up a pencil to spell
The block is hot, it feels like an infinite hell
Like walking on the beach finding infinite shells
Where strays graze and causing infants to yell
Low income, where public assistancers dwell
These cops dirty, the scent of the stench you could smell
Black men locked up, getting lynched in their cells
Beat you so bad you lose your four senses and smell
And had the judge and jury convinced that you fell
Never win, that's why they don't convince us to tell
Wasn't holding, how that gun have the prints of Latrell?
Muslims, blacks, soap, oils, incense to sell
What I spit more expensive than a chip from Intel
Wordsworth

[Hook]

[Outro]
I'm going to ask you a question. I want to know who you are, before your father and mother conceived you. That is to say, you've come to me with a problem. And you've said, "I have a problem, I want to get one up on this universe." Now who is it that wants to get one up? I mean, who are you? Who is thing called your ego, your soul, your identity?

You Know the Name (feat. Wordsworth)

Eyes Closed (Instrumental)

Resonance (Instrumental)

Remembering The Notorious B.I.G. and his everlasting impact/influence on hip hop music (May 21, 1972 – March 9, 1997)

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherf*cker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the b*tch in the face,
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up, n*ggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then f*ck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember sh*t! Just the two hits!
Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the cl*t!
Suckin' on the t*ts! Had the hooker beggin' for the d*ck
And your moms ain't ugly love, my d*ck got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jumpin Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her e-y-e (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

Take Notes (The Notorious B.I.G. "Dead Wrong" Verse)

Working on an instrumental album and this will likely be the final track

Sonic Solace

My Creations (Instrumental)

Just discovered a new synth in FL Studio and went a little crazy

She Turns Around (Instrumental)

All It Takes (feat. Little Vic) (Cuts by DJ Grazzhoppa)

Sappy (Instrumental)

New Year's Eve 2019 (Instrumental)

Single from forthcoming album 'Self Seekers'
Produced by Jeremy Ford
Mixed and Mastered by Brian Temme
Narration by Alan Watts

So Elusive (Instrumental)

No Comparison

Stomp

Yo
Yeah
Detroit, Brooklyn

Yo
Love it or hate it I'm covered in greatness  
While some suffer in silence while covering faces
I’m royal for many reasons, let’s cover the basics
We up, I've been a killer since immunizations
If it doesn't better my children it’s energy wasted
Men will be hauled off in zipped up bags, before I let somebody come between me and my wages
I'm the king of fat fatherhood I'm obviously the king of that
Real talk I was never cool with selling crack
Tried it out for a minute then committed to rap
Implemented the facts, when I spit it perhaps
Some consider me the best, some never react
But I give zero f*cks, n*gga riddle me that
You won’t mistake my dope for that finicky rap
I'm good being me, some just pretend to be that
Some need a mask, some just wear the Hennessy hat

I won't wait any longer
My love is my weapon, my light
I won't break any longer
My love is my weapon, my light

Yo
When I look in the mirror it's satisfactory
I'm one thousand percent cool with being addressed as "your majesty"
Unapologetic, I save lives but I'm not a medic
Flyer than a bird in the eye of heaven I am pledging loyalty to me and my entire section
Used to be the fat kid that got laughed at, now my size quite impressive
Every day that I rise is an acquired blessing
My every flaw part of my perfection
My words are art in my profession
I paint pictures that tell stories of those that hail glory but died stressing
Representing my deprived brethren
My grind is a combined message
Part I gotta eat, part they gotta eat, we never dine separate 
We never take it for granted either, the time precious
Strong mind, this is my weapon
Yeah

I won't wait any longer
My love is my weapon, our light
I won't break any longer
My love is my weapon, our light

My Weapon (feat. Fatt Father and Qwill)

Blend using an original beat and Doom's verse from "2 Strings," originally produced by The Alchemist and also featuring Westside Gunn

MF Doom – "2 Strings" Verse (Blend)

Reminds me of Nottz production on Busta's early ELE records!

Insane (Instrumental)

~ Production credits ~
Sadat X (Brand Nubian)
Wordsworth (eMC)
Blueprint (Soul Position)
Uptown XO (Diamond District)
Cambatta
Fatt Father
Little Vic
Qwill
Klokwize
Big Stat
Yadi Supreme

~ Testimonials ~
"My man's got some crazy slap in his arsenal." –Domingo

"Jeremy’s music is dope. Great stuff!" –Steve Migliore, Producer/Engineer (Beyonce, Madonna, Taylor Swift, Justin Timberlake)

"Jeremy Ford grasps the sound and gives each of his beats a specific identity." –J Hatch, Co-founder of istandard

~ Notes ~
This profile contains lots of rough/unmixed/draft beats and loops, as well as published work

Jeremy Ford

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