https://jailo.bandcamp.com/track/party-people

This one is the result of almost solely listening to Gqom the past year. Inspired by all the producers and DJs pushing the sounds from South Africa.

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Party People

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Prosp3ct - Money Trees (2023) x Kendrick Lamar

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12 EDITS TO CELEBRATE 1,000 FOLLOWERS!
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1. AYO TECHNOLOGY 05:27
2. HANNAH MONTANA 03:32
3. OTIS 02:52
4. ANIMAL_INSTINCT_153 02:49
5. AMERICAN BOY 123BPM 04:54
6. CASHMERE MARU 02:36
7. F.N.F. 02:16
8. I'M IN LOVE! 04:56
9. MOVE YA FEET 02:27
10. MY FAMILY 03:12
11. PON_DE_REPLAY_21_09_2022 03:51
12. RED RUBY 03:15

To celebrate 1k followers on soundcloud I decided to upload some stuff from my vault! I made these somewhere in the past two years and i felt like it's a waste if I were to keep it for myself.
Next up for me are some originals, I plan on releasing a few projects coming months!
If ya funds are not allowing you to buy and you would like to have a track feel free to shoot me a message<3

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2. HANNAH MONTANA (1K EDIT PACK)

New Edit with Compagno https://soundcloud.com/djsmochibeats...

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Bootylicious Bubblegum

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Did It On Em (Bouyon Edit) - Fine China, Katayanagi Twins

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airplanes (dj puff edit)

@junkfooddj is back with another banger! His Shawty Lo flip with us blew up, with Zack Fox dropping it on his Boiler Room set. This time he teams up @kingtutmp3 to flip a Waka Flocka heater. This one is ready for the clubs. Download and show some love! 

Waka Flocka - Round Of Applause (Junk Food & Kingtut Edit)

Swag Like Ohio meets Fairy, maximum effort.

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OHIO FAIRY

rundown

[Intro]
Night grit, lights split—truth slips through the grid,
We plant what power paved, and raise what fear undid.

[Verse 1]
Civic physics: tyrant’s theorem fails at first condition,
If love’s the leading constant, hate’s an error in the mission.
Author-itarian arithmetic—order built on missing sums,
Subtracts the human dignity, divides the weakest ones.
We audit every axiom they etch on iron gates,
Find circular conclusions in their “destiny of state.”
If might creates what’s right, the proof refutes itself at once:
A rule that needs a rifle isn’t reason, it’s a stunt.
We carry counter-claims in casseroles and common care,
A commons-coded calculus where every share is fair.
Consent is not a checkbox under floodlights, fear, and fines—
Consent requires couches, clinics, kitchens, open lines.
Democracy is dialogue, not dogma dressed in steel;
The table is the theorem and the welcome is the seal.
We test their gospel spreadsheets with the sick and unpaid rent—
If justice isn’t healing, then the law is ill-intent.

[Pre-Chorus]
Quiet math of mercy: add the lost, remove the lash,
Multiply the futures, cancel debts, and split the stash.

All rise, no kings—no chains on the choir,
High tide, whole thing—love lifts, not the liar.
Hands wide, we sing—low bass, street wire,
All rise, no kings—no chains on the choir.
All rise, no kings—no thrones for the higher,
High tide, whole thing—share bread, share fire.
Hands wide, we sing—one beat, one briar,
All rise, no kings—no chains on the choir.

[Verse 2]
Colonizer logic wears a ledger like a halo ring,
Extracts the earth, then bills the earth for daring not to sing.
Supply chains with a hospice at the end of every lane,
If profit means a famine, then the product is our pain.
They mint a “market freedom” that evicts the village well,
Then sell the water back and brand the thirst as “discipline.”
But stewardship is science with a Sabbath in its bones,
Repairing what was ravaged, planting justice in the zones.
We jury-rig a jubilee with grocery-line relief,
Where wages meet the mornings like a balm for busted teeth.
No empire over neighborhoods that knew each other’s names,
No landlord over lifelines—we retire rigged games.
We counter with cooperatives, with credit unions, schools,
With kitchens run by neighbors, not a crown of clever rules.
A treaty is a promise not to profit from a scar;
We sign in bread and braille and build a brighter reservoir.

[Pre-Chorus]
Quiet math of mercy: add the lost, remove the lash,
Multiply the futures, cancel debts, and split the stash.

[Verse 3]
Machine-saint sermons promise uploads of the soul to gold,
But patents on a personhood are graves disguised as code.
Transhuman silver bullet: “shed the frailty, buy the sky,”
Yet bodies are not beta-tests; we’re breath that learns to cry.
If upgrades need an heirloom class to buy a second dawn,
Then “future” is a feudal house with neon curtains drawn.
We’d rather wire kindness into networks made of knees,
Where hands still hold the fragile and the fallible is free.
Authoritarian firmware boots with slogans, locks the port,
But grassroots flash the firmware patch: communion as a sport.
The soul’s not data property; the flesh is not a fee,
Our value isn’t valued by expanding GDP.
If profit sails alone while docks collapse beneath the crowd,
That margin is a morgue—the math should make us loud.
We model moral markets where the ledger loves the least,
And scale the sacred surplus till the famine finds a feast.

Low hum, long drum—ethics in the underbeat,
New law, no throne—neighbors at the mercy seat.
No brand, no blade—only balm for busted feet,
Whole tide, bright wide—every room a refuge street.

Math of the Mercy

Low Michael Beggs Remix DJ Dirty Birdz Flip

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Did It On Em (Bouyon Edit) - Fine China, Katayanagi Twins

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