thoughts of trees.

Celebi

░░//Ｓｐｒｉｎｇｔｉｍｅ  Ｓｔｒｏｌｌ//Westminster Quarters =Ⓣɪᴍᴇ ➋ Ⓜᴇᴇᴛ

I can see

in circles (prod. gisabella)

shouts to nine.two.
recording, mixing and mastering by Musicli @ Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUEDAGOD.

@nine-two
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

Gazing at the present in the past. 
Wonder if forever could ever last. It’s getting dark. 
Floating home n the street lights are flickering. 
Head full of bars and a frame slowly withering. 
Walk light feet tickling the bitumen
The sinners sitting covered in his cynicism shivering. 
Hence the heated discussions to warm his hands again. 
Frost bites the fingers still it’s easier to grab the pen
Than it is get up off his lard arse.  
To stand up and standoff with a hard stance. 
Half-hearted efforts; credence the clever ruse. 
If you choose not to listen you’d never know that you never knew. 

I wrote this for you x2
Don’t you know I wrote this for you?
I guess not. 

Still the ink dries quicker than he jots it down. 
Boulders on his shoulder still he’s colder when they’re not around. 
Forgotten grounds are where the memories are left… better blame the botanist 
For the way makes them hostages, and this rotting esophagus.
Clocking the obvious but what time is it? 
Now he’s got a mic to grip he’s silencing the sirens n the like that tried to stifle him. 
Fruits of his labor ripening; eyes widen at the sight of it still. 
Back on track like rehabilitation. 
Still a heathen in the making 
Dreams of demons in the basement again. 
Grotesque figures, bodies all contorted. 
Swam inside my thoughts till im forced to wanna forfeit. 

4feit /// nine.two

No Adventures (Ft. Atlas) (Prod. Matatabi)

<3

hey, rap over this if you want just PM me! <33333

~spotify~

light hearted

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6i5OFAQdqs

prod. by south.vibe 
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli at Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUE.

@southvb
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

shifting sands and shrinking plans
in these injured hands; kick the crabs in the bucket. 
happy enough in the shack, slacking and slumped in his habits
gagging to covet trapped in a parish of puppets...
fuck it. 
this ain't nothing but a test
lover running for the best, covers flooding on the chest. 
sullen and depressed 
words woven just to wipe away the woe... to find the face.
he cried for days still, 

silent sneers chime in titans ears 
and kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds.
the sands flow like rivers until the sun sets. 
the sands flow like rivers until the sun rests. 
'nough stress as the clock face screams
so we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

with this song he put the ruby to the lip. 
tongue tied lucy on the tip. 
dumb fights, mum cried, lucy in the whip. 
apple of the eye and now he chewing on the pip. 

every day same old shit different day now.
all the grey clouds stay; shamed as rain pounds. 
chained down by fate paved since the stained gown. 

it's february again.

f e b r u a r y    a g a i n  /// south.vibe (video in bio)

City ft Benjo x Jaco prod. Kasper

hey, thanks for 50k <3

additional rock stuff at the end by me :~)

lyrics:
thank you for every moment shared
for every hug and kiss when i was stepping over there
to visit you... some might not think it's fair
but all the time i got to spend as yours and all the care
was more than i could ever ask for
you treated me respectfully and that's more
than anyone else... but now i'm sat sore
caught up in my panic like a task force is breaking down my back door

and i hope to see you thrive, to see you thrive

'cause i'm lying in my bed
with my pillow held over my head
wishing that the weight of all this stress
could hold it down and stop my breath

we must go our seperate ways
i know that is the truth
i wish that i could travel back
to the moments spent with you

and freeze time and space in a silent place
to appreciate your smile for a little bit longer

i'll try to be stronger than i am

a wistful remembrance

stronger than i am (prod. mt marcy)

@nglgnc

started in the land of urubus
back when we had to tell the family toodle loo
to the land of opportunity, bald eagles
where our people only dream to be
i see you soon

my city dirty but it's beautiful
even though that river from my memory's a sewage route
even though we'd eat fruit in the dark to not see the maggots in them
out of sight, out of mind

traffic signals ignored
stickup kids at intersections get bored
don't stop at the red, just watch ya 6, 10-4
same kids play ball next day at the dirt field
family gone awol, beg for food at the mall

what is worth a meal? what is worth a kill?
what is nerves of steel? what is hurt?
how does a person learn not to feel?
we still go back yearly, reconnecting with our kin
looking back, where all lessons begin

i been flying like a UFO
i been flying like a UFO
you can only grow when you let go
of that helium balloon
watch it float up to the moon

i been flying like a UFO
i been flying like a UFO
you can only grow when you let go
of that helium balloon
watch it float up to the moon

i been flying on a different plane, seats with screens on the back of em
different day, different kind of speech with the passengers
eu nao sei, had to teach ourselves through the anchormen
channel 8, dad can't pronounce the word "earthquake"

he says, "earth cake," i would ask for on my birthdays
at age 7 i got glasses with the nerd frames
still couldn't see life for what it is
it's all in a blurry kind of light when you're kid

i got big, grandma couldn't believe how tall i gotten
i'm 6 foot, but next to my cousins, i am still the smallest
we get along, but i still miss when we had more in common
arguments over which z-fighter we thought was the strongest
i'm spirit bombing

grandfather was an alcoholic
his eyes were full of promise
bless his soul, downing spirits, slowly lost it
he was a jazz drummer, syncopated pain
he had forgotten how to play along with my name

oh grandfather, you don't know?
oh grandfather, you don't know?
traded sounds of the blues and soul
for the sights of the booze and smoke

i been flying like a UFO
i been flying like a UFO
you can only grow when you let go
of that helium balloon
watch it float up to the moon
watch it float up to the moon

yeah red balloon with the strings on it
yeah red hat with the wings on it
pops bought a red truck with no dinks on it
melodies stick with you, colors are symphonic

green eyes, green shirt when i rep home
levi's triple worth when i get home
blue mood tunes work with the headphones
everybody tryna get gone

yellow bellies on the television
politicians being selfish with it
no such thing as a wealthy limit
smells from the kitchen when we visit
hear my father and uncle argue bout nationalism

making decisions off of rationalism we should just pack up and ditch
living conditions is shhh had to ask for assists
too many times that my family got robbed
we could escape from it all now that my dad got this job

i been flying like a UFO
i been flying like a UFO
you can only grow when you let go
of that helium balloon
watch it float up to the moon

i been flying like a UFO
i been flying like a UFO
you can only grow when you let go
of that helium balloon
watch it float up to the moon

UFO [prod. Negligence]

b side from the official single release of february again - available on all streaming services. 

prod. by dylan.porter.
recorded, mixed and mastered by Musicli at old bill studios.
artwork by HUE.

@dylanportermusic
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

yeah he might have been a minute. 
been at high seas with the spirits.
never been about the now
for that moment he was living in it. 

through ice and the snow, 
deciphering codes by the tide in a boat
he’d rhyme to the chime of the coast in the night 
in the night shining like lights residing in his bones.

and it flickers with the highs and the lows.
mimicking the sighs and the moans. 
now he fidgeting inside of these clothes. 
black suit, white shirt, leather shoes 
hit the promenade, drumming out depressive grooves. 

somehow coping with change, 
broken away from the fam then he awoke at the wake. 
nobody prayed like he did. he would mean it. 
we only beseeched it and how he’s bout to meet with,

now he bout to meet with, everything he claimed was true. 
what if everything he claimed was true? 
this a game that we play where we’re made to lose
maybe we create the truth. x2
now higher than the planes you used to fly. 
grandfather i’ve only been retaining the laughs. 
it’s not the same with it only replaying in hearts. 

you echo through the cold corridors of this hot head. 
the old cobbled shores and their soft beds. 
my simple mind and its complex. 
the deep end that lost depth. 

these are the words that arrived, too late for crowd and too early for I. 
if anything.
if anything, I hope you see only this
and not the woes in which I once chose to sit. 

now you move how the angels move
and I prove to remain removed. 
but I know when I see the sun after it rains , it’s you. 
I hope everything you claimed was true. 

/languid looms.

thomson /// dylan.porter

so we all got together last night, picked this beat out, wrote our verses, recorded, and this is what we got in one session

Thiago:
I'm in the backyard of my mind pulling weeds
I never act hard for the shine, see what you see is you truly me
better approach me with no scrutiny
I put it on for my country that's that yellow, blue, and green
it's like the kettle blew the steam
but they not ready for the tea nah much less the Arizona
they not ready for the T nah much less when it's De Souza
feeling greener than a cobra
looking greener than the text on a computer coder's screen
trying to break to code up, the whole system's froze up
green card, we are putting in work now
hit the green hard, get em feeling like some burn outs
got no neat car, got no beamer benz or bentley
find him in a green car, you would think it's ecofriendly
please don't tempt me
cus lord knows i would really do it
got some corpos in the bag, it's a communion
feel like the oracle if you wanna you know the future
you can read the horoscope but know that's just amusement
stupid

Sk, the Novelist:
green like envy green like good luck
green like the investment for a good fuck, what you put up
or put up with, all the homies want the green
green keep rolling like the mystery machine
green like if you're in debt, it's what you might borrow
green like the carbonation in the Sprite bottle
green like you can't imagine if you're color blind
green like the grass growin' on the other side
green like money, which is time in the watch
green like the numbers on a digital clock
green like pneumonia in the phlegm
green like mark of fake jewelry on the skin
green like-
green like a fruit that's only halfway ripe
green like no brake pedals at the traffic light
green like a Saturday night, we hash the pipe
green like what I'm working for half of my life
that's green

Ugg Aus:
Haters green like envy
A lot of hate up in my heart so please don’t tempt me 
A lot of bitches at the bar like I’m so tipsey 
Got more shots than a bar so come please tip me.
More power than fifty
Remember when we use to serve that Lindsay 
Had more feinds link ed up than Whitney 
Whole squad couldnt us break down we to sticky 
Couldn’t listen to y’all cause y’all to shifty 
Y’all wanna give me bars like come and get me
Green like the messages the ones haven’t read yet
Ironic I keep from going under By taking anesthetics
I take perks for the pain not headache
Never hang with guys that I couldn’t break bread with
Heart and mind formed from substance abuse
Drugs from the media use
Niggas couldn’t hang with the dead prezi’s if they had a noose

Ugg Moe:
Niggas lust for this kind a respect
Expensive shopping diamonds popping from this noose round my neck 
Niggas Robbin get it poppin for the green and a check
But get some knowledge bout the problem you a child of neglect 
Four leaf clovers on the dash if the cops do a check
Man dead all because the green light turn red
Fuck having cash doing scam off 
visa
Green stilettos green bag heard that bitch name Kesha 
She a nat Lil eater 
Wife the streets but she a Thot and a cheater
Tired of the trap well the finesse game greener
Green like the Jalador in the blunt
Green like the seventeenth of March 
Green like the alligator parks
Or green like a cactus in nevada
Green like a genie in the bottle 
Green like a genie in the bottle

Green (feat. Sk, the Novelist, Ugg Aus & Ugg Moe) [prod. Yondo]

2016. 
1 of 9 // bow. (private tape) 
request access: insidetheshed.net 
feat. @atlas @tomcbumpz | artwork by HUE @sloppycereal

bittersweet shimmy (feat. atlas) /// tomcbumpz

the waves keep coming, high tide 

reachable for inquiries @ traolewaves@gmail.com

no sunshine off your shoulders

most languid. between us.

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4feit /// nine.two

looms.

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