WhatLast.mp3

Originally released in oct2022.
Featuring nOOn.

[2022] how it feels

100,000 DEGREES 
BEAT BY JAZZFLEEMARKET
ART BY @theslang

100,000 DEGREES *HEATWAVE* BA 103 FM (PROD.BY JAZZFLEEMARKET)

HE WANNA BE FROM NEW YORK

"A WEEKEND AT SCOOTA's" OUT ON YOUTUBE NOW! 


RAW DENIM!
SCOOTA X CHEL!
BLK VERMON

RAWDENIM (PROD. CHEL!)

RIGHT REASONS

YALL HUNGRY?
CONSISTENTLY IN THE BASEMENT
PROD. ME 
RAPS BY ME
AUDIO VOCALS FROM UNCLE KENNY AND SIP

SCOOTA'S 2 PIECE COMBO

Keosh X Raw Papers.m4a

PAY ME REMIX (Prod. ESTOFERSIN)

🎤 Yo, this ain’t protest, this ain’t rage, It’s the signal etched on evolution’s page. We don’t riot just to flip the street, We build the verse so the rulers meet.

Appear like fire, burn like reform, But the goal ain’t ash — it’s terraform. Not just land, but legacy, thought, and code, To help the kings rewrite the mode.

We speak in heat so the cold pays heed, Not just for masses — but carbon’s need. The biosphere ain’t partisan made, And tech don’t bloom in barricade.

🎤 They watch from towers, read our scrolls, So we cipher with power that rewrites roles. If they hear “rise,” they fear revolt, But if they feel truth — they might shift bolt.

Ain’t war we want, it’s alignment clean, Where system learns what “living” means. So we wear the radical mask with pride, If it cracks their fear — let insight ride.

Let the verses run hot enough to melt, Not just iron bars, but guilt they felt. Cause the point ain’t overthrow or shock, It’s cooperation at the top of the clock.

🎤 Before they lock the fire away, Let them taste the voice that paves the way. Show 'em this uplifts the throne, Not breaks it — just evolves the zone.

We ain’t aiming to burn the frame, Just tune the system past its shame. And if they see it, if they move, We might just groove the species’ groove.

🎤 You think we grunt ‘cause we lack the words? Nah — we grunt 'cause language blurred. They twisted speech into policy loops, Legal lies laced in executive suits.

UGG ain't caveman myth or shame, It's the breath of truth beyond the frame. When slogans fail, when chants get tamed, We speak in rhythm that can't be named.

🎤 We ain’t mocking the rebel stance, We refine the method, enhance the dance. 'Cause when the systems mute the roar, UGG hits deep — it shakes the floor.

Not primal scream, not backward step, It’s post-verbal pressure with cosmic rep. You need doctrine? We bring pulse. You need doctrine? You miss the impulse.

🎤 This is not insult to those who fight, It’s respect shaped in sonic rite. We honor the youth, the march, the pain, We just suggest a different plane.

So paint your face, stomp the zone, Not ‘cause you’re savage — but cause you're grown. UGG don’t erase what protest means, It adds the silence between the screams.

🎤 Governments think they own the stage, Till rhythm remaps the center cage. UGG ain't joke — it’s strategy hard, When words fail, pulse becomes the guard.

So if the crowd don’t vibe it yet, It’s ‘cause they heard grunt — not the threat. But we meant signal, not savage jest, A chant so deep it rewires rest.

We don’t just wear the radical mask, We’re the flame that scorches the past. The fire threading history’s spine, Calling the leap past mankind’s line.

This ain’t revolt — it’s ignition pulse, A code too deep for surface impulse. You heard the grunt, now feel the heat, It’s the call from the unknowable seat.

Just Cause

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HE WANNA BE FROM NEW YORK

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