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''OUR LOVE IS'' feat. Blu rum 13

''THE SLEEPWALKING'' feat. Blu rum 13

''TETHER'' feat. Blu rum 13

''AGELESS'' feat. Blu rum 13

''MAKE UP YA MIND'' feat. Resyte Theez

The official audio for "Darker Colors" from Ant's album Collection of Sounds Vol. 4.

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SONG CREDITS:
Produced by Anthony “Ant” Davis.
Bass, keys, guitars and some extra percussion by G Koop.
Mixed by Anthony “Ant” Davis.
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound.

Ant - Darker Colors

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SONG CREDITS:
Produced, Written & Performed by Aesop Rock
Keys by Asher Fulero
Additional vocals by Homeboy Sandman & Slug

LYRICS:
Suit of calluses, active and moving callous
Anomaly in the algorithm, do the algebralculus
I’m all of Alexandria’s information in aggregate
Ruling elder giving you the hell that melt the valuables 
Riddances, grid at my back I’m in the diagonals 
Evolving, shiv in his back he shatter the manacles 
Man down, damnit can he manage the variables 
Manually override these overnight Emmanuels
Man, m-m-m-mayday, it’s the tapering of the straightaway
The making of a bedlamite, the straightening of the theta wave 
Working on a way to cure this sudden inexplicable 
Urgency to secure a sure-shot-shaped paperweight 
Pay the man, simultaneously in survival mode 
And looking like a hundred violations of the firecode 
Designed to die alone moments out the styrofoam
But not before these no names go the way of the dial tone, don’t

Staring at the sun until one us blinks
When it does I’m running for the tunnels, hater blood in the Krink
Bloody hell, everyday I wake and one-up a king
Whose kingdom come to refer to me as “you wonderful thing”
One of the filthiest fish in the azure
Cut a political actor to particulate matter
Should it present as a pattern put the pig out to pasture
This ain’t that action figure in the original package, we in the shit with the taggers Bastards and bullies and baddies, and bitches and bummers 
Who shuffle out of the shadows with the limbs of another
Trapjaw’s head, Stay-Puffed arms and the cape of Vader
Over rollerblading Barbie with a bow from Hank the Ranger
Bullseyein’ danger, I’m a surgeon at 70 yards
As long as the target is not a Snellen chart
Hello from some hell and back to autograph an x-mark 
Leaving the treasure for the next man, the best part, don’t

Don’t show up at the get down talking that holy as if you ain’t hell-bound
Similarly don’t show up at the get up, talking that hellish 
As if you ain’t blessed up, just just don’t

I‘m on a higher kinda of prowess
I’m somewhere in the melee while I’m somewhere doing tai chi on a mountain
Only out of bed to pick the lock and smuggle in his Visigoths
Who’d love to redesign the hillside little box by little box
Or get these businesses to page a stranger on they intercoms
The kind that sound real ‘till you realize they did you wrong
Oh this is definitely checkers I don’t play chess
I sack a city, atlases actually weigh less
After, mermaid leather in the truck
It’s only in poor taste if you ain’t never been the one
Pickle the hand of whoever signal his mans
That’s a 5-wick candle and a bib in the sand 
My advice is: don’t approach him whether sobbing in the copy room
Or eating hot pretzels in the mezzanine at Nas and Wu 
Or at the hobby shop with Hanni copping model glue
Or meeting Bobby at the Bronx zoo, don’t

Don’t show up at the get down talking that holy as if you ain’t hell-bound
Similarly don’t show up at the get up, talking that hellish 
As if you ain’t blessed up, just just don’t

Aesop Rock - Checkers

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SONG CREDITS:
Produced, Written & Performed by Aesop Rock
Keys by Asher Fulero

LYRICS:
Ok, fuck all that bullshit though
I’m picky, I only open books that glow
Whodunnits and cozy mysteries, who stole the crypt keys 
Who showed the minions to the minced meat, it was me
Hut hut, helmet off, blitz the whole bitstream 
Override the A/V in, with A/V out the in-between
IV in, 1 of Epi, 1 of Ralph Steadman
Phoebe Judge, EPMD, the Amazing Kreskin
His bag is a braided bread, in the oven for 30 days
It’s never the same twice, it’s always a perfect bake
It’s purple prose when you're looking for just the facts
You wanna know where I been, some other where nothing’s mapped
Lost at the Waldbaums, faded facing 30-thousand square feet of wrong aisle Long Isle, strong man, roll up in a Pontiac siege tower 
Fire an arrow 45 degrees down
Accounting for the breeze
I can do that shit where you nock two arrows at once 
And shoot to counter separate things
I can hit a moving target from a moving target
It’s a rabbit from an equine, it’s an ET from a starship
The stoicism only misdirection for the metrics
It doesn’t represent the actual pressure through the plexus 
Or that maybe why I’m terrible with names is cause I’m special
At memorizing the exits during those same seconds
I jumped into a volcano
Climbed up, only to say my today is not on no today show
All recorded history is forfeit to the fuego
It’s infinite present tense, presently on some next
Referencing something ancient that play to current events 
In a way that feels just too flagrant to’ve occurred by itself 
I know that sound absurd as all hell
I don’t even know what I’m saying for certain, surely it’s “help”, uhhhh help?

Same bat-time, same bat-channel 
Same flatline, same plaid flannel 
Same bad gamble, same graf name on the ax handle
Brand new taxidermied mammal on the mantle
Man, man, I ain’t sneaking by the sleeping bear
I mean, if you ain’t down to let it eat you, why you even here? 
Pigeon on my shoulder like a goth Rio
The putdown Picasso here to un-massage the ego
I’m friend or foe depending on the content in your keynote
And not above the lobbing of a rotten tomatillo
Honestly, it’s getting hard to watch like paradise for parking lots 
Nevermind that parking lots are paradise, the paradox
Oh the places you'll go and exploding aerosols
The running with a boiling beaker in a pair of tongs 
Drink a shot of ant and roach, eat a bowl of Cherry Bombs 
With peri-peri, no, with chimi-churri sauce 
Boyhood drawing b-boys with big sneakers
Til the shoe fit, now they pouring plaster in the foot print
Take it to the lab, show the cast to the bull pen
All you get is choruses of “I call bullshit”
That’s how a giant flyeth under the radar for so long
Y’all underestimate the day-arc I’m on
The stay dark at dawn, carnival barker, the autumn Barbisol marksman
The can up the arm of his Nautica parka
At large, from playing dig dug at the IHOP
To undead 3-inch-punching a pine box
To, magus of the month, 3 months standing
In more than magenta, yellow, and Cyan Ink
It’s a wave, it ebb and it swellIt could celebrate the memory or separate the cells
it could focus on excelling or accentuate the Hell
That’s excellent, Can it send help? Cuz uhhhh… help

#aesoprock #blackholesuperette #sendhelp #rhymesayers

Aesop Rock - Send Help

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Produced, written & performed by Evidence

"Nothing To See Here" is the first solo release from Evidence since 2022. Paired alongside a music video as well as newly announced tour dates, the evidence suggests he's getting back in his bag.

Evidence - Nothing To See Here

SONG CREDITS:
Produced by Beat Butcha & Coop The Truth
Written & performed by Evidence

Evidence - Different Phases

Atmosphere - Really

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SONG CREDITS:
Produced by QThree
Written & performed by Evidence

#evidence #dutchangle #unlearningvol2 #rhymesayers

Evidence - Dutch Angle

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AUDIO CREDITS:
Produced, written & performed by Aesop Rock.
Keys by Asher Fulero.
Additional vocals by the Miranda family, Bavitz family & Labine family.
Artwork by Justin “Coro” Kaufman.
Mixed by Joey Raia.
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound, NYC.

LYRICS:
Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Build a road where there isn’t a road
Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Dig a hole where there isn’t a hole

Big Boss Bulldozer
Told that pile of debris to move over
Push around rocks you can push around weight
You should call a bulldozer if there's something in the way
Front loader cousin of the dozer
Bucket on the front dumping rubble on the shoulder
Of the road or sand for a highway off ramp
Tow a couple tree trunks free up a log jam
Back of the front loader a glorious backhoe
The long arm stretch out and pull the earth back home
Dig a trench for the plumbing and electric
Or a dig yourself a pond and put some fishy little friends in
Or skip the pond and start thinking major
That homemade lake that excavator
Add a concrete mixer and a dump truck
That’s a worksite thumbs up

Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Build a road where there isn’t a road
Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Dig a hole where there isn’t a hole

A crane will get a worker to the top of any building
A double drum roller pave the parking lot for shredding
I seen my buddy Louie send  a wave out to the driver
The driver honked the horn it made his day a little brighter
Most people think it’s noisy but you ain’t find us complaining
When those mechanisms roar it means the makers have been making
The graders have been grading and that map is slowly figured
Plus orange cones delivering what orange cones deliver
The sign says caution but the vibe says awesome
It’s both a safe distance is the wisest approach
It’s cool to see that heavy machinery live and up close
Just hit the deck when they start revving up or widening a road
I like a hole in the ground I like a wrecking ball in motion
For the crystal clear intention destruction is the motive
I also like a bird up from the ashes
Especially as a vehicle carrying something massive

Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Build a road where there isn’t a road
Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Dig a hole where there isn’t a hole

I love a good detour
Folk drive around I pullover “Give me more”
Flashing amber hazard lights sure to set the mood
For a forklift all the way to the moon stay tuned
I welcome any symphony of back-up beepers beeping
It’s music to my ears I rather it to sleeping
A welcoming cacophony of drills and demolition
The crashing and the clanging the decibels of engine
That articulated hauler want the center of attention
Though it’s more a gentle giant running extra heavy errands
Hauling garbage off the site and looking handsome in that yellow
Truck so long in the center it has an elbow
I love roadwork
I almost love it more than when the road works
Nothing hit the spot
Quite like waking up to Monday morning roadwork on my block

Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Build a road where there isn’t a road
Construction vehicles they move that dirt around
Dig a hole where there isn’t a hole

Aesop Rock - Roadwork Rappin'

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SONG CREDITS:
Produced, written and performed by Atmosphere (Sean “Slug” Daley and Anthony “Ant” Davis).
Features Yoni Wolf (of WHY?)
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway Studios, MPLS. 
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound, NYC.

#atmosphere #yoniwolf #WHY #jestures #yearning

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