Conway the Machine & Wun Two

'Palermo LP' dropping December 22

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Brick by Brick - Conway the Machine

Whats The World Mean To You Part II (prod.JNR)

Baked Bread (prod.Wiardon)

M.I.A (prod.Droppedmilk)

Clutch (prod.Hugo Chegwin)

Written by Jimmie D & Tha God Fahim
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Nicholas Craven
Artwork by Nicholas Craven & Jimmie D

Jimmie D - The Gout (Feat. Tha God Fahim) (Prod. Nicholas Craven)

RIVER OF JANUARY: RIO DE JANEIRO

GOD'S BEST SON

O'Doyle Rules

5am  Feat. Lunatic & New Villan

Clocklight flickers, minutes drag and fold
A lone figure drifting where the streets feel old
This ground stays quiet, heavier than sound
Plain thread sewn on my shirt
I stand up slow, brush the static from my head
Clear it, clear it

Turn it up a bit, yeah… let the rhythm sit closer

It’s been years since I tried to fill a room with noise
Now I let the walls answer back instead of my voice
I say I’m fine, keep the sentence trimmed
But pause when the silence stretches thin
Night air hums through a half-lit space
Shadows rearrange the same old place
I archive words I never send
Distance feels safer than pretend
Family asks how I’ve been lately
I choose calm tones, nothing weighty
Days move clean, no friction shown
Eyes carry truths I keep alone

Clocklight flickers, minutes drag and fold
A lone figure drifting where the streets feel old
This ground stays quiet, heavier than sound
Plain thread sewn on my shirt
I stand up slow, brush the static from my head
Clear it, clear it

Turn it up a bit, yeah… let the rhythm sit closer

Uh… weeks collapse into familiar shapes
Routines smooth out the sharpest aches
Messages blink, I wait to reply
Not from fear, just conserving time
Used to chase noise to feel awake
Now stillness shows me what remains
Progress looks dull when no one’s near
But solitude makes the signal clear
I walk through days without display
No performance left to maintain
Alone, but steady, nothing to prove
Just learning how to stay in tune

Clocklight flickers, minutes drag and fold
A lone figure drifting where the streets feel old
This ground stays quiet, heavier than sound
Plain thread sewn on my shirt
I stand up slow, brush the static from my head
Clear it, clear it

Turn it up a bit… let it fade with me

Male solitude

Horizons Calmes

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Whats The World Mean To You Part II (prod.JNR)

Lord Apex