Jonnipunn (feat. Beebilõust, Sim Kares)

Aasta oli 2008, neli räpimeest Wild Disease, Ice, Bob ja Mr. M ühendasid jõud, pühendusid muusikasse
ja konkreetse väljundi leidis kodumaja postiindeksit kandev tänavate üksus 10-6, 
aasta lõpuks nägi ilmavalgust  "Tõe Tund" nime kandev album.
Tõupuhas räpp kantud Põhja-Tallinna elust ja kogemustest, 
kaasa tegemas Metsakutsu, Ekillaz, J.O.C, Genka, Lowry, Mariki Käsper, Collusion, Dj Eksotik, Sim Kares, Paul Oja, T-Side. 

10-6 - Pohmell ft. Genka & J.O.C

New Vibe.
The journey continues…
New Album is a project where every sound, every word, every frequency tells a story.

Sleepless nights. Inner struggles. Dreams that refuse to die.
This Album is my vision. My rage. My energy. My world.

Get ready to dive into a dark, powerful, and true universe.

The Last Frequency

Can't Feel Clear

Can’t Feel Clear

Atlas never strained from the planets on his back,
He strained from the systems that were written off as fact.
A punishment turned parable, 
Turned symbol, turned map,
But if myth is just a mirror, 
Then it’s truth that we lack.
See, 
3 eye ain’t a number, 
It’s perception that expands,
A lens that sees the puppet strings tangled in our hands.
We carry flags and religions like they tether us to ground,
But the gravity of dogma is what keeps us earthbound.
Alien is alienation, 
Not a species out of sight,
It’s the exile of the thinker when he’s wrestlin’ with the night.
When the crowd chants simple answers, 
And the leaders chant their lies,
The alien’s the only one with silence in his eyes.
Galileo in a prison cell, 
Copernicus in fear,
They weren’t enemies of God, 
They just saw the sky clear.
And Atlas saw the same, 
But the punishment was weight,
Carry knowledge on your shoulders while they write the book of hate.
Every empire that we cherish is just fragile in design,
Stacked bricks of exploitation dressed as progress over time.
Every triumph is a tombstone with a gilded epitaph,
Every king is just a chapter in a cycle cut in half.
If the third eye’s awake, 
Then the second sight is pain,
To recognize the patterns in the barcode and the chain.
From the pyramids of Khufu to the sweatshops overseas,
Every monument we build is just oppression on its knees.
So Atlas ain’t heroic, 
He’s a symbol of despair,
A migrant in the universe, 
No citizens to care.
No homeland in the heavens, 
No refuge in the stars,
Just the burden of our history disguised as who we are.
You scroll through constellations like you scroll through your feed,
Measuring significance by what the market deems a need.
But infinity’s indifferent, 
It don’t validate your throne,
The cosmos doesn’t answer, 
It just echoes what you’ve shown.
We sold the atmosphere for profit, 
Auctioned off the seas,
Patented the medicine and trademarked all the trees.
But Atlas just keeps walking with the galaxies aligned,
Carrying not the planets, 
But the sickness of mankind.
See, 
The atom bomb’s a candle when you measure it to time,
Every empire’s a flicker, 
Every kingdom’s just a rhyme.
We keep chanting innovation but repeat the same mistakes,
Our inventions ain’t salvation, 
They’re the prisons that we make.
3 Eye whispers warnings but it’s drowned inside the crowd,
They prefer the fireworks, 
The spectacle too loud.
But the alien perspective is the silence in the storm,
It’s the knowledge that the normal is the sickness in its form.
Atlas never wept from the weight of the globe,
He wept from the blindness of the stories we’re told.
We turned wisdom into currency, 
Compassion into trade,
And the last god we worshipped was the idol we made.
The telescope’s a scripture, 
The microscope’s a hymn,
But the ego of the viewer is the error deep within.
You can’t measure out the universe in inches or in pounds,
When infinity expands, 
Your equations can’t be found.
Alien in language, 
Alien in skin,
Alien in vision, 
Alien within.
It’s the exile of the prophet when the truth becomes a crime,
It’s the notebook of the poet that survives beyond the time.
So don’t pray for redemption from the Atlas that you chained,
Don’t look for an alien to validate your pain.
The 3 eye is within you, 
But you’d rather keep it blind,
‘Cause it’s easier to follow than to recognize the sign.
And the weight on his shoulders isn’t planets or the stars,
It’s the guilt of every empire, 
Every colony, 
Every scar.
It’s the ledger of the greedy, 
It’s the silence of the brave,
It’s the myth we keep repeating ‘til the world becomes a grave.
Still he walks, 
Still he wanders, 
Through the silence and the storm,
An alien not of species, 
But of mind that won’t conform.
No salvation in his burden, 
No applause to ease his pain,
Just a warning in the distance that the cycle stays the same.

Atlas

3. träkk "Mind ei koti" albumilt.
Full album on Spotify - https://goo.gl/RzEv8z

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Music - Bigtime
Engineer - Henrik Veeäär
Master - Tanel Roovik
Lyrics and performance - Azma

AZMA - Mis minust saab

Mixtape nr. 1

Kulechill featuring Oleg Kosjugin

Kolm tööl kaks vaba

SEADUSKUULEKUS - VAKKA$$$

Cover by Liina Pääsuke
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Poisid ei nuta (Prod.Forgotten)

Some warming-up-sounds for "2013LP"
Tracklist:
01. Astu Sisse
02. Ravimatu [Krick]
03. Dr.Doktor [Suur Papa & s'Poom]
04. Sõna [Hr.Kivi, s'Poom & Maxtract]
05. Energia [Johny Butcher & s'Poom]
06. Mina Ei Maksa [s'Poom]
07. Liiga [Lord & s'Poom]
08. Ütle [s'Poom]

5LOOPS 2012EP - 06 - Mina Ei Maksa

Valu

Independent Alternative Record Label in Estonia. Founded in 2005 by members of legendary hiphop group Toe Tag. Legendarne records is mainly  focused to Estonian hiphop, but have released many electronic albums and singels, as well punk and metal albums. 
ARTISTS
HipHop - 7NS2, Beebilõust, Genka, Gorõ Lana, Kapusta ja ?, Kuuluud, Metsakutsu, Okym Riim, Paul Oja, Põhjamaade Hirm, Reket, s`Poom, Suur Papa
Metal/Punk - Evestus, Khillem, Winny Puhh
Electronic - Paul Oja, Compilation album Audio

Kolm tööl kaks vaba

LegendaarneRecords

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