Brilliant track, love the vibe on here...is that an art piece from Ashley Bryan on the coverart? I love his work, we have a lot of his books in our home library

Night and day with Great music. Thank you.

more of the excellence I've come to expect.... with a high tempo, too!

Evening Drive

Seventy three to Eighty six .. some truth about hip hop before all the tricks

ft. kinelle man around 4 1/2 min around the oprah part. 

Characters Welcome

Rotation Flip

Easier Said Than Done / Loopdiggers challenge

Loop Diggers SRC 228 Trk 1 - Recharge

THE END OF THE EARTH IS UPON US,PRETTY SOON IT WILL ALL TURN TO DUST..A HIP HOP/RAP MUSIC TRAACK....30 SECOND LEFT.......STAY ATTENTIVE......

TIME IS RUNNING OUT(ONLY 30 SECONDS TO GO)(STAY ATTENTIVE)

Sixteen carefully chosen, remastered tracks, drawn from three distinct eras, stitched together for one sweeping journey through soul, rap, and raw emotion.

From the gritty, live-in-the-basement energy of the SOULDRIFTA XL Basement Sessions,  recorded in a basement in Ixelles, Brussels to the raw poetic energy of the Impressions EP (2010) and the sharp beats and rhymes of  the Take It or Leave It EP (2014), this compilation maps 72 Soul’s evolution - a journey from solitude to sonic revolution. For those still chasing dreams in dim basements or city rooftops, this is a homecoming.

Digital is out now, streaming, downloads, everywhere. A tape release is in the works, with different art work than the digital release. 

Tracks produced by 72 Soul, Souldrifta Live Sessions (Martin Méreau, Martin Daniel, José Chavez, Florent Jeunieaux), LuiGi, Versatell, Akello Light, Vimster, Sibo Kano, Remedii, Marius, DUL, IndigOHigh, ShunGu, Adjaman, Figub Brazlevič, Title, Huesstick, Real Connoisseur.

Apple Music

See No Evil feat. Vicky Flint

Objet du Désir

Night and day

Yo, listen up, this ain't no fairy tale, it's my hell in a cell,
Québec City streets turned nightmare, where the shadows swell.
I was slangin' pills, synthetics poppin' like fireworks in July,
Till these three beasts rolled up, eyes glowin', ready to make me cry.
First off, two giants, Jimmy and Johnny, built like tanks on paws,
Franky the runt barkin' orders, settin' off their jaws.
They in full leather, patches flashin'—Hells Angels, Raccoon City crew,
Bottom rocker "Raccoon City," top "Hells Angels," skull and wings too.
Spleen says "Shiva," diamond "0.1%," colors red and white blaze,
Bustin' through my door like T-Virus rage, leavin' me in a daze.
They knew every spot—under the floor, in the walls, behind the fridge,
Sniffed out my stash like pros, no mercy, no bridge.
Took all the chems, the meth, the tabs, the synthetic fire,
Left me with weed, hash, shrooms, opium—plant-based empire.
Counted my cash, precise as hell, snatched 10% for the Québec due,
Said, "Pay up or face the squirrels, punk—we watchin' you."
Feed the surveillance squirrels? I laughed, thought I was tough, no fear,
Ignored those bushy-tailed spies, sippin' my beer.
But oh man, they came back swingin', iced my porch with frozen spite,
Raided my pad, stole all the nuts, acorns gone in the night.
Woke me from dead sleep, cyan pepper blast to the face,
Burnin' eyes, chokin' lungs, squirrels dancin' in the haze.
Bling-wearin' rodents, chains and rings, aggressive as hell,
Jumpin' from trees, bitin' ankles, turnin' my life to a spell.
Public plaza attack, they swarmed like a furry storm,
Nippin' at heels, scratchin' arms, leavin' me torn.
I ran screamin' to the cop shop, beggin' for shield,
"Squirrels after me! Giants in vests! This ain't no drill!"
Babblin' my sins, admittin' the deals they never knew,
Local slanger spillin' guts, PTSD breakin' through.
Now I'm locked in this cage, starin' at walls that close in tight,
Refusin' to call it a dream, but giants and squirrels? That can't be right.
T-Virus twisted 'coons, enforcin' the Atlantic Union law,
Replacin' my poison with nature's high, leavin' me raw.
Yo, Jimmy's rage, Johnny's silence, Franky's sly command,
Turned my empire to dust, with a paw-print brand.
Squirrels in bling, watchin' every move I make,
Hauntin' my nights, keepin' me wide awake.
Québec City's fallin' to this furry regime,
Montréal city-state, NL joinin' the dream.
But me? I'm done, shattered soul in this pen,
Prayin' for peace, but the nightmares won't end.
Crazy? Yeah, but it's real—feed the squirrels or pay the price,
In this T-Virus world, where beasts rule the vice.

Local shift

Scribes of Avalon
...a dj who plays a bit of bass and piano

Night and day

kinelle man

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