Produced by @jayprincemusic
Vocals by Jay Prince & @raheaven

Taken from the 'BeFor Our Time' EP.

Download at http://beforourtime.com
Download on Bandcamp http://jayprince.bandcamp.com/album/befor-our-time

Be For:

There are two definitions to this EP, the first being literally being “for our time”. In the current era of musicians, like myself from London, people tend crave and look to the states for answers and are quick to criticise the music from our own home. Some may disagree – but I speak from experience. This EP is the project that demonstrates there is hope where we’re from and where I’ve come from and we should unite in that. We all have a story to tell. This project is about Truth, Love and Passion.

Before:

The second meaning of this project is its nostalgic presence. This being a story telling project, it is filled with reflecting on situations and life experiences. The whole theme sonically is driven by reminiscence; I wanted to bring the same feeling or something close to the feeling, you felt when Hip Hop was at its peak of greatness and what is said actually meant something. I was born in 1993, and with this project I wanted to give people that same feeling of when music and Hip Hop was appreciated and respected by the masses in the 90's, and bring that feeling back to my home city and the world.

BeFor Our Time, For The People.

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BeFor Our Time

Polaroids

NEW SHIT
SS2 SOON
  
LYRICS:
Riding and smoking the heaviest sedative//
I need some medicine //
Maybe the reverend
 know i be sinning im better than//
Grandmama think that im heaven sent
 bars is angelic so it aint no settling//
Suing the fakes// poppin the jakes
 emmanuel givin out settlements
Calls from the gentleman
they be so feminine
thats why im back on the benjamins
and ...i/// hate to be so materialistic
but, why// they smearin lipstick all on my dick

i try to keep it cool but ya so damn rude
til u read the news & see them ravyn bout the baby like im in my moon shoes
u see this rocket so damn crash proof
so drop the roof  // i got nun to prove
they said im falling off whoa
in the no gravity zone
physics so well known, you shoulda stuck to books
pawn ass nigga tryna school the rook
givin out emmys cuz dey actin up
say u up  necks but im casting crooks
dont look too fast
you might catch da hook

bitch dont call my name
cuz u dont know me
even though im riding slowly
bitch dont call my name
you can't approach me
even though im riding slowly


Mostly mainly I been moody makin
Music motivation movin me to move on

But these lil Niggas neeedy naggin
never knowin nothing
Now I need for u to move on

I keep my
Open options
and I'm
over outsiders Bitchn
out loud
 y'all really need to move on

I Got this lil pxxxy Poppin
Potna possibly she prolly
Got potential for me to move on

And it's straight
A hunnit agents on my line no mixtape
Email lookin like my TL gettin paid
A blunt a day won't do I usually smoke a whole 8th
Wholesale 225 for da zip bae
Hmu if u tryna get straight
Give thanks
Errday I wake up to a big plate
Bitches tryna spoon cut em off w a switch blade
Doin all that talk
show hoe
Dis ain't Rick Lake
Look at steez my geez u won't believe it
Cold blood nigga like how I'm not anemic

Been broke so long first check I fuck round catch Maserati fever

Mane my bitch so bad moe bad den puppies when u leave em

Still fuck these politicitins
Sit down on pledge allegence
My roster fulla killas
Big Dogs akitas


Dont Kall My Name w/Smino || prod. by THEMPEOPLE

"if it comes back..."

produced by Matt McGhee
additional production by @MalikTheArtiste

Matt McGhee - Sunstorm

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this is an in-studio session courtesy of ChicagoSinglesClub.

Sam Veren / Trumpet
Austen Goebel / Cello Bass
Windy Indy / Violin

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Moments

from the album YES LAWD! http://stonesthrow.com/nxworries

Yes Lawd!

VINYL

NxWorries - Anderson Paak & Knxwledge - Lyk Dis

from the album YES LAWD! (Oct. 21 - Stones Throw) http://stonesthrow.com/nxworries

NxWorries - Anderson Paak & Knxwledge - Get Bigger

DC or Nuffin 

Produced by @radiantchildren
(http://twitter.com/radiantchildren)

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SummaTime featuring Wale & Radiant Children

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Grown Ass Kid

TenderHeaded ft. Smino

Devil's Pie EP coming soon.

Goldlink - @goldlink 
April George of April + Vista - @aprilandvista
Cheakity - @Cheakity 
Supah Mario - @supah-mario
misterneek - @misterneek

Function (feat. Goldlink & Cheakaity)

08. Dream A Genie Ft Via Rosa, Saba, & Jean Deaux

prod. by me. just wanted to give y'all a vibe.

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