yi wu 2510

Edits???

July

Smoothtunes

BLEH!!!

white people music

CHECK! (ft. JENX2 & LSN DRU) (prod. 7SEVENS)

SLIDE! (prod. snorkatje) (2021) (re-up)

PEG! (prod. fony wallace)

PROD. @chase_noir

lineup:
BRUHMANEGOD @bruhmanegoddd
BLCKK @blckk
LIL DARKIE @lildvrkie

FIREWORKS (PROD. CHASE NOIR)

prod. fony wallace, meo.w4v, dreamz

LYRICS:

I’M ON A FLIGHT SFO TO ZURICH
BROWN BOY DRIPPING ALL BLACK LIKE A KEURIG
DRIVE ON THE VINE
JUST GIMME SOME TIME 
I FEEL LIKE GOOD WINE THE WAY IM MATURING 

IM EATING FILLET MIGNON WITH THE FROI GOI
I MAKE THE PACK DISAPPEAR BITCH VOILA 
I’M IN AUSTRALIA HOLDING KOALAS
WHILE I LISTEN TO TAME IMPALA

DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN THIS SHIT NOT HARD 
I’M BUYING HOTEL ROOMS NOT WOCKHARDT 
I’M IN THE AUDI YOU WHIPPING A DODGE DART
CAME A LONG WAY FROM THE CINNAMON POP TARTS

YEAH
YOU EVER SAT IN THE BACK OF A COP CAR?
YOU EVER FLY FROM AUCKLAND TO SYDNEY?
I DO THIS OFTEN YOU NOT IN THESE CITIES

LEMMON 714 IN MY KIDNEYS
BALD BOY I’M IN THE ZONE LIKE BRITNEY
ME AND MY GIRL LIKE MICKEY AND MINNIE 
GOT SOMETHING IN COMMON 
LIKE BOBBY AND WHITNEY 

I JUST FLEW OVER PAPAU NEW GUINEA 
I JUST FLEW RIGHT OVER THE BLACK SEA
AIRPLANE FOOD IN ECONOMY NASTY 
I’M THE FRONT OF THE PLANE WHERE IT’S CLASSY

YEAH
I’M IN A WHIP THAT DON’T GOT NO BACKSEATS
I’M IN A PRIVATE JET IT GOT SIX CHAIRS
LAY ON A RUG IT MADE OUT OF A BIG BEAR

SHE WANNA DYE HER HAIR ALL THE TIME
I DON’T CARE AS LONG AS SHE CAN CAN PUT IT IN PIG TAILS
IM IN THE UK I GOT THAT OAKLEY JACKET ON ME IT’S LIKE 4 DEGREES IN WALES

YEAH
IT’S LIKE 2 DEGREES OUT IN IRELAND
DOING THIS RAP SHIT CAN GET TIRING 
YOU USE CASH APP NIGGA I WIRE IT

WE COULD BE MEAN
I ROLL WITH THE TEAM
I’M SMOKING THAT GREEN
AND SOMETIMES VIOLET

TALKING THAT SHIT
YOU FLAPPING YO LIPS
IT’S FUNNY HOW QUICK SHIT CAN GET VIOLENT 

WE ARE NOT FRIENDS
YOU TALKING AGAIN?
I SWEAR TO GOD 
SOME NIGGAS BETTER OFF SILENT

IM IN HAWAII 
NOW I’M IN JAPAN
THAT SHIT IS KAWAII 
I FUCK WITH THE ISLANDS

I’M GETTING HIGH
IT’S SLOWING THE TIME 
I FEEL THE SHIT LOWERING BOTH OF MY EYELIDS

YOU DON’T GET MONEY 
THAT’S WHY YOU LOOK BUMMY
I PAY ALL MY TAXES YOU DONT EVEN FILE IT

I’M ON A FLIGHT SFO TO ZURICH
BROWN BOY DRIPPING ALL BLACK LIKE A KEURIG
DRIVE ON THE VINE
JUST GIMME SOME TIME 
I FEEL LIKE GOOD WINE THE WAY IM MATURING 

IM EATING FILLET MIGNON WITH THE FROI GOI
I MAKE THE PACK DISAPPEAR BITCH VOILA 
I’M IN AUSTRALIA HOLDING KOALAS
WHILE I LISTEN TO TAME IMPALA

zürich

grapevine

bald headed boy

prod. fony wallace, taurs, klimax 

LYRICS: 

CHASING CHEESE

CAT AND MOUSE
TOM AND JERRY
THE WAY I’M CHASING CHEESE

USED TO SELL WEED
NOW I ONLY LIGHT IT UP AND BREATHE

IF IT’S GOT A SEED IN IT IMMA CALL THE PLUG AND GEEK 

FIRST CLASS SEAT 
DELTA AIRLINES SHIT AINT CHEAP

FIGHT ATTENDANT ASKING 
“SIR WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT OR DRINK?”

LEMME GET A DOUBLE SHOT OF SCOTCH
ON THE ROCKS PLEASE

SHAWDY ASKING ME 
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE TOP G?”

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP IT FEEL LIKE
NOTHING CAN STOP ME

NOTHING CAN STOP ME
BUT MYSELF

HOW YOU GONNA TRUST SOMEBODY
YOU CAN’T EVEN TRUST YOURSELF

NIGGAS FEEL INVINCIBLE 
THAT’S WHY THEY THROW AWAY THEY HEALTH

ACTIVE CAMO ON ME 
LIKE I’M MASTER CHEIF 
I MOVE IN STEALTH

YOU GOT NOTHING IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT
BUT GOT A BB BELT?

SPENDING ALL YOUR MONEY ACTING RICH
BITCH I REALLY AM

THEY SAY YOU CAN’T BUY A THRILL
I CAN 
I’M BUMPING STEELY DAN

I BEEN ON THE BEACH SO LONG 
RELAXING I GOT REALLY TAN

I GOT SO MUCH MONEY
SO I MADE THAT SHIT MY RAPPER NAME 

I JUST OPENED UP THE CURTAINS 
LIGHT COME IN 
THE SATIN HANG

I DON’T FUCK WITH NIGGAS THAT ACT DESPERATE
I THINK THAT IS LAME

MAN IS A FICKLE BEING:
SAD UNTIL HE’S HAD HIS WAY

THAT BITCH GOT DOWN ON HER KNEES 
LOOK UP AT ME
NOW YOU CAN PRAY

DON’T LET ANYBODY TELL YOU
WHAT YOU CAN AND CANNOT SAY

DON’T GET LOST 
TRYNA GET TO HEAVEN
YOU MIGHT LOSE YOUR WAY

I MAKE LIKE A DOLLOR EVERY SECOND
OFF THESE STREAMING PLAYS

CAT AND MOUSE
TOM AND JERRY
THE WAY I’M CHASING CHEESE

USED TO SELL WEED
NOW I ONLY LIGHT IT UP AND BREATHE

IF IT’S GOT A SEED IN IT IMMA CALL THE PLUG AND GEEK 

FIRST CLASS SEAT 
DELTA AIRLINES SHIT AINT CHEAP

cat and mouse

prod. fony wallace

LYRICS:

I GOT MONEY ON MY MIND 
MONEY STACKING TO THE SKY
GOT THAT ROLEX ON MY WRIST 
SO I SEE MONEY ALL THE TIME

I LIKE SHAWDY SHE A DIME
THAT MEAN SHE LOOK LIKE A TEN
GOT THAT MONEY
I’LL BUY EVERYTHING
ON EARTH IF I CAN

AND I WILL
I’M WALKING ROUND IN ALL BLACK
LIKE AN OIL SPILL
I MAKE TRACKS
LIKE THE RAILROAD DO
I MIGHT FRACK HACK SLASH
AND MAKE NEW

SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
WHERE THE RICH GET RICHER AND THE POOR GET POORER
WHERE THE ONLY THING IN THE SKY IS MORTARS
AND THE WEF DISSOLVES OUR BORDERS

SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
ME AND SHAWDY GONNA START A NEW WORLD ORDER

I GOT MONEY ON MY MIND
I GOT MONEY IN THE BANK
I GOT MONEY IN THE COMPANY 
THAT BUILDING ALL THE TANKS

SOME PEOPLE EATING BUGS 
BUT I LIKE WAGYU STEAK
WHAT KINDA SHIT YOU GOT INSIDE THIS COUNTRY I CAN TAKE?

WORKING HARD DEEP IN THE MINES TIL YO FUCKING BACK BREAKS
I WONDER HOW MUCH MONEY I COULD IMMORALLY MAKE 
I BEEN SMOKING ON PETROLEUM PACK OUT IN KUWAIT 
I GOT MONEY IN THE NEWS SO I TELL YOU WHAT TO HATE 

WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
WHERE THE RICH GET RICHER AND THE POOR GET POORER
WHERE THE ONLY THING IN THE SKY IS MORTARS
AND THE WEF DISSOLVES OUR BORDERS

SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
ME AND SHAWDY GONNA START A NEW WORLD ORDER

new world order

plastic death

commatose

The Bird Song

The Bird Song (with Em Beihold)

everythingbyme

lyrics:

Good morning, birdsong
I've got eight more hours of hiding my face
The things that I've done here
A thousand in one year
I'm sealing my fate

How much more sick can I get?
Before I go back to sleep
Always waking up in cold sweats
Pins and needles stabbing my feet
Nothing good was gonna come from this

Come on, do your worst
Nothing can top all the discontent
My train of thought has become derailed
How can you blame me for god's intent?

How much more sick can I get?
Before I go back to sleep
Always waking up in cold sweats
Pins and needles stabbing my feet
Nothing good was gonna come from this

sick

robbery

Temptation

In February, I was inside one of the practice rooms at my university. It was my second semester of my Freshman year, and I felt like exploring the buildings I hadn't yet seen. The rooms were, by all accounts, imperfect. Each had different chairs, different levels of acoustic padding, varying levels of damage on the walls and pianos, occasional trash, and the slightly out of tune upright pianos, with, luckily, most of the keys and pedals working. None of the acoustic provisions mattered. Most rooms didn't have it, and the walls were thin enough to hear everyone else playing anyway. None of that mattered to me. I spent my first day in the room just playing piano for the first time in what felt like forever. After playing for a little under half an hour, I got a call from a family member. She was asking whether or not I could attend some event back home. I responded, not really thinking about it, and after some further small talk, we finished the call. Once I put down the phone, it hit me -- small and large changes in my life and family, even the ones that just happened recently, will impact how I go about parts of my life forever. That's when I asked the question: What do you do when you know that it's different forever?


I then went back to my dorm room and fit what I could in my backpack: a Shure SM58, an audio interface, my laptop, a desk mic stand, and some cables.

This was not perfect. I'll be posting behind the scenes on my social medias so you can see the process (probably Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok). My username is kevinkempt on all of those. There's a clear room reverb and very audible piano from other students practicing in the background. All this tied with the cheap gear I used are not ideal conditions for a """studio""" recording. I couldn't be more happy about it, though. The song would not exist any way other than how it was recorded. Figuring out the chords and melody on the piano and practicing my lines for hours in that room honestly made me attached to it. The song was recorded in two sessions, one being in February and one being in April (mainly for adding more background vocals and figuring out ideas for the bridge and final chorus). When I went in April, I went into one of the practice rooms without really thinking about it. This one had slight acoustic padding. I recorded for around an hour, and kept experimenting, but when I listened back, I kept hating the result. It took me so long to realize that I wanted the sound of the other room. Before that, I never really considered how these similar spaces could have such different sounds, let alone how I could like one of them more than the others.


I wouldn't trade the process of this song for anything, and I hope it connects with you in the music. Maybe you can answer what to do when you know that it's different forever.

Lyrics:
What do you do when you know that it's different forever?
What do you do when you see someone else's family portrait?
When do you say you're beyond a lost cause?

Maybe I was a ghost in the frame
Reaching out while you lost my name
Maybe I was the last to know
Everything leaves. I should've let go
(I called but the number changed)

What do you do when you know that it's different forever?
What do you do when it feels like a blur in the rear view mirror?
Where do you go when the road never rotates back to home?

Maybe I was a ghost in the frame
Reaching out while you lost my name
Maybe I was the last to know
Everything leaves. I should've let go

I called but the number changed
I knocked but the house was estranged
I walked past the place we stayed
Until my reflection gave way

Maybe I was a ghost in the frame
Fading out while you learned my name
Maybe I was the last to know

Everything leaves. I should've let go (You should've let go)
Everything leaves. I should've let go (You should've let go)

Everything leaves. I should've let go

What do you do when you know that it's different forever?

Different Forever

produced by me

i can never shake the feeling that i'm wasting my life,
i never cared but now i realize you've been feeding me lies
i let you reach inside and pull out every part you don't like
i can never have a heart if i keep giving you mine

so, what's the point in going home when i know nobody's there
don't know how i have never noticed, but it's never been fair
i hear a voice calling from heaven, i'm not sure if it's yours
i wanna leave this vessel if i'm not meant for more

you beat the light out of me, and swallowed all as needed

if i knew that this life wasn't free, then i wouldn't have lived it

i cannot remember my dreams, but all of them were ruined

something in the machine has been broken, don't know how to fix it

this body is ruined

pink lighter

49430948083902

Dirt

Rooster (2022 Remaster)

The Bends

Just

thank you for ALL the support 
mixed by @tevinwmusic
prod by @yungameba

music video: http://bit.ly/2yaRgA1


I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy 
but I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
on top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
and be an undercover tinder samurai

cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
and swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
and I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu 
on every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be,
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
and disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free,

trust me,

 I’m a tinder bio brainiac
the way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
on christian mingle, I’m a casanova,
if ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
just for someone’s arms to hold me
also, I’m really big on agriculture

but if I had that body of a grecian god
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
and hope I don’t get catfish,
the fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause god knows I could use the practice,

and if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties “salaam”
and sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
cause I just care for our connection, 

I don’t care about the sects

sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
and then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
and then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
and get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
and check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
and ask her if she likes the novel,
and once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream waffles,
and she’d probably say that’s awesome, 

 I’d ask her when she’s off of work,

 she might answer “midnight”

 I’d tell her that sounds awful, 

what a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number,

 and I would ask her what her digits are
and if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars, 
say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too 
and try committing by committing online dating seppuku

tinder samurai (video in description)

prod @yungameba
mixed by @ibr
art by @ibr and me 
shouts to my crew @offthejump
thanks to @atlas for being a cool dude 
lyrics: http://genius.com/Samsa-feat-atlas-anthropocene-lyrics


I always knew that we’d be by each other’s side forever
now our time has come 
and I’d be satisfied if we died together
 
yeah, our climate’s fucked  
we might as well enjoy the weather
our time is up and I’d be satisfied 
if we died together

hit me up

anthropocene ft. atlas 🎉

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









. 



.


.
but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter

Produced by: 
https://soundcloud.com/officialbiosphere

Additional Vocals by:
@atwood

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@saintkales

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejump

www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

Lyrics:
I just want to take you in my flying car/
chase that perpetual sunset past synthetic bio-farms/  
take you to vast varieties of beautiful environments/
excluding all the man-made landscapes, I just want/
lakes, rivers and a stretch of forest rolling hills, and so on/
we'll pull a U-turn, charging forward faster than a photon/
I've planned the whole thing out, there's just some final adjustments/
made to ion combustion chambers that fire without fussing/
saved a bunch of money working part-time jobs throughout the week/
searched the archives at the thoughts that there's escape routes that aren't seen/ 
skirt the tall tides past the sea walls in my car and breathe the air/
let the mist speckle the windows, smell the salt then leave from there/ 
wait, we should walk through hubbubs in the downtown bustle/
stained, with brine on our clothes and seek out closed down tunnels/
take flight away from here, and when our plan is perfected/
you should pack our bags and I'll destroy the tracking antennas/ 

We should both fly far away/
we should both fly far away in my car/
we should fly through the grey mist, and places we hate/ 
make a daring escape and then find a fresh start/

I just want to save you with my flying car/
fuel, burning clean and this machine is free from idle parts/
two, butterfly doors and seat warmers for the trip/
police warnings enforcing strict policies again/ 
true neon lights illuminate the bulk of this town/
there used to be a hint of guilt, I don't feel culpable now/
soon we'll be bursting out the city limits, swerving down/
further south to pretty districts we heard of from word of mouth/
zoom-zoom, my race car dips beneath the sea wall turrets/
a faint dot glitch on radar blips to see this epoch curtained/
you and I are leaving tonight at midnight sharp/
blue electric engine jolts jump in thin bright arcs/    
it's finally our time to fly outside of the kingdom/
we've been in sealed in our cells all interlinked and convinced we're imprisoned/
while I tinkered with this plasma propulsion engine/
that was then and this is now we're flying out of this bedlam, we're gone/

Headhaunter - Flying Car

Videoclub - En Nuit
Videoclub En Nuit
Videoclub
En Nuit
En Nuit - Videoclub
En Nuit Videoclub

𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 - 𝐄𝐧 𝐍𝐮𝐢𝐭

Twenty Twenty

Roddy

Vinyl

Vinyl (feat. Forrest & Atlas)

shteppi - i'm sorry. (demo)

19

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