muy buen trabajo por parte de los dos ! big up 

shouts to graflab.
artwork by HUEDAGOD.
@sloppycereal

Let time hold your hand. shimmy till the sun sets. 
clock hands leave you undressed  
no need to worry bout slipping off that sun dress,
or your dancing shoes.
Stretch and start to move 
‘After you’

Lord knows he’s chivalrous 
But never hesitates to take your innocence. 
Shit, I was still a kid.  Playing piggy in the middle watching cartoons
And giggling. 
Too small to see where the mirror is 
Daddy kicked him in the ribs again. 
The image flickers when Im slipping into bed 
 
Still i'm waltzing in each of the seasons. 
Tryna supersede these demons 
please believe it. 

No home -  a nomad
Slow growth till bones snap. 
So trapped but won’t crack 
Cuz time waits for no man. 

But we wait for him to take away our life force 
n strip us of the things that we fight for. 

Time heals all he also assassinates 
Can he die? What would it have to take?
Can time kill time itself? 
I guess we all kill time when it’s time to melt. x2

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Devotions.

River pon the beats https://soundcloud.com/riverdbeats

I'm a g that breaks stereotypes 
the fish sleep whilst the megalodon bites
in sheets sweat shimmer in the lights
(lights)
open eyes wide 
no dinner to those who cant buy 
pay for 
lay 
slain for
came forth 
in admittance
(it was me)
hold your tongue 
until your told to speak kitten 
(meow)
too hot melt the mittens 
crippling the kid who couldn't
push him 
until he swore he wouldn't
(i swear i won't)
good enough 
cold coughs 
from the thick clouds of dust 
steamy windows 
fog up the crowded
bus 
its a must 
hold your hands 
or get rushed
quick quick into vans 
slipped em off before he hopped out the pan
and in the fire 
burns his shins 
hands stay fine, he's a writer
a wordsmith 
without purpose (without purpose)
melancholy churches (melancholy churches?)
he preaches nonsense (he preaches nonsense!)
sense is all they want from him 
early morning breaking dreams 
when the birds sing 
rocked to the bones there still hurting
rocked to the bones there still hurting 

Lo Hop Lo Hop to make you head bop 

Lo Hop Lo Hop to make your soul rock 
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Lo Mutha Fukin Hop//J I O V A N I x R I V E R

@lo-hop
@shrushru
@sloppycereal
@languidlooms

all rights of the beats go to xJK. - @xjkbeats

shru

Strange fruit lo hanging
Known lo addict 
Disappear when the smoke scatters
Reappear sip a chrome chalice
Rogue factions
Its been Known that he spoke backward

Most languid most of the time
Weave through the street 
ghost in the night 
weep for the tones and the woes of a life 
he know we alone till the moment we die

Open ya eyes your throat and your mind
Smoke through Los the smoke through the highs
Quoting the prose he imposed the advice 
the holiest tomes that he wrote and he and he scribed

Words in clouds wove in the sky
Burning the ground he as cold as the ice, and the snow and the depths of the sea 
Where he Wretch on a beat head to the west but I step the east

ghost town phantoms.
shru in the sky
looms. losing the grip
at the lo hop mansion 
Hue flick the lights 
All doomed to exist

HUE

Top to toe 
He was rocking lo
Often copping crow
Stopping slow
flow like snow on the cobblestone 
Counting woes and foes and the debt 
Holding his hopes like an old cigarette
So close to his chest; it be stressing his lungs
Stepping out the bus draw the weapon out at once 
Never settle down for lunch
Roaming the streets for a week
Holding his hands as he crawls from his feet 
to his throne In the palace 
Beers in the chalice Shru using his magic 
looms moves to inhabit 
On some other different shit 
Dark blood stains taste sweet like liquorice 
Kiss the fist , drunk
Bow legged stagger 
Bumping metal face stones throw from the manor 
Go blow rays of gamma 
Oh no the slow poke ghostface your manup
Go tape the gaff up

ghost town phantoms.
shru in the sky
looms. losing the grip
at the lo hop mansion 
Hue flick the lights 
All doomed to exist

looms.

looms. thicker than blood
But heart on the sleeve to the tip of the cuff
stay lo beats sitting in dust 
gripping the cup. Down town living it up.

Yet again the sun's dripping into dusk
Meanwhile they all scheme small, livid in a rush 
When There's so much, much bigger than us. 
They all rats in the race that a kitty will clutch in due course.

...they like "ooh lord 
He and Hue put on wax like madam Tussauds 
They Too raw. straight to the infirmary
and Then the cell; burns and murder to the 3rd degree"

Bet you heard of shru like the birds and bees 
Urchins. been seen lurking the streets, 
N The vermin would bleed these woes to the pad
For them all to get lost in the tomes and the tracks

Broke but intact.
who lower than that?

ghost town phantoms.
shru in the sky
looms. losing the grip
at the lo hop mansion 
Hue flick the lights 
All doomed to exist

ghsttwnphntms. // shru x HUE x looms. [DEMO]

violets in the snow feat looms. // l o t u s f l w r

taking applications for the resistance. 

all my songs are available for download on my bandcamp

shout out to @thechinboboi

is/was /// graflab

looms.

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