5. Murder Raps ft. Scud One

After bringing you classics like Blu and Exile's "Below the Heavens", Fashawns "Boy Meets world" and more.. Exile Does it again with his latest album teaming up with Dirty Science Rapper Johaz under the name DAG SAVAGE for their debut album E&J. With features from Blu, Fashawn, Aloe Blacc and more, this future classic is a must have.
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"superlative production, lyrics embedded with substance, and a collective style and vibe that effortlessly conjoins hip-hop and soul, The Wake Up Album exceeds success in the execution of marrying all of those elements. The album, which is constructed of fourteen tracks, carries with it an effortlessly euphoric flow over its forty-eight minute duration."



5. The Come Up Feat. Fresh Daily

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For this project Fredfades remixes nine of his favorite rap songs. Dense layers of samples from hard to find records, crisp drums and ruthless bass lines are some of the ingredients Fred uses to create new versions of these Hip-Hop gems. Some of them seem to have come out edgier and more interesting than the original songs. Legendary to some, obscure to others, all the acapellas have been laced with the jazzyness Fades has become known to represent. All beats via one were produced on the cult status SP1200 machine (the Street Smartz beat was produced using the MPC 2000XL). A few of the tracks were co-produced by Deckdaddy & John Rice (Oslo SP Ensemble). The result is a wide range of super tight raps and the distinct and consistent style of a young producer with an old soul. If you appreciate timeless rap flows over some bold reinventions of the "golden era sound", this is a must cop record!

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for reassurance when ya thoughts race. and some more suggestions :}

One of one 

I said it 

One and done

Spare the younglings 

But the politicians greedy 

As they come 

We need Blade or sumn 

vampires 

hate the sun

Lock em in a room 

Popeye biscuit with no water 

Hop out pistol whip in congress

Cock it back and make em honest 

I bring peace love I promise 

But degenerates 

Can get it 

If they want it 



But you gon have to get it 

If you want it 



I cannot control my thoughts 

I take them as they come 

If Im not the chosen one 

Then prophecy was wrong 

If I do not make it 

Share my story 

Share my songs 

Greatness can’t relate 

That’s why I show up all alone 



Hey 



I promise imma 

Mellow loving black man 

This blackwrit

In black sand 

Sandals on my feet 

I find the riddim like a Walkman 

I live it how I talk man 

It’s scares them I’m honest 

passiveness bubonic 

It’s a plague aye 

Maybe it’s just me 

And you don’t really feel the same way

Maybe it’s just me 

And maybe 

Speaking with a ghost aye 

Maybe it’s just me 

I get disgusted by the hope say 

Maybe it’s just me 

I see the strings 

I see the ropes 

Say,



I cannot control my thoughts 

I take them as they come 

If Im not the chosen one 

Then prophecy was wrong 

If I do not make it 

Share my story 

Share my songs 

Greatness can’t relate 

That’s why I show up all alone 



You see At 33 

Jesus died so brutally 

tale as old as time 

They kill your ass 

You preaching unity 

They won’t leave you lone man 

Watch out when They speak nice 

Take it as omen 

A bad one 

Blood dripping 

Red sign 

It won’t make the headlines 

Truth don’t make the sun shine 

Satirical no punch line 

I’ve been tryna find my core 

Like it’s crunch time

Man I got the scoop 

Like it’s lunch line 





I cannot control my thoughts 

I take them as they come 

If Im not the chosen one 

Then prophecy was wrong 

If I do not make it 

Share my story 

Share my songs 

Greatness can’t relate 

That’s why I show up all alone 

X2



Mantras

Go Again

No one confronts the abyss better than Chris Orrick. The Michigan ex-factory worker formerly known as Red Pill has spent the last half-decade documenting industrial decay, familial pain, and struggles with addiction better than almost anyone inhabiting this poisoned soil. It’s somewhere between Charles Bukowski and Michael Moore, or maybe Atmosphere if he couldn’t ignore the arsenic in the air. 

As Orrick tells it, “Portraits,” his latest album for Mello Music Group is a return to form. 

“I tried to strip everything down to what I think I'm best at: simple, concise portraits of who I am,” Orrick says. “Whether that be finding myself through self-portraits, portraits of everyday workers, portraits of the current political moment or portraits of myself told through the eyes of people I encounter daily.” 

From the corroded arteries of the blue-collar heartland, Orrick emerges as one of the most incisive and savage critics of Trump’s America. If the American dream is dead, he unflinchingly lays the blame on avaricious corporations, crude demagogues, and structural racism. There’s nothing polemical about it: just warm-hearted, sad-eyed, gin-flooded depictions of a life where there are few right answers but a litany of wrong ones. 

The Michigan native is an acerbic poet, but too unpretentious and sarcastic to ever call himself that. In his love letter to his long-time girlfriend (“Lazy Buddies”), Orrick fantasizes about the pair decamping to a town an hour outside of Paris, where they can blissfully split a bottle of cheap wine. Then he mocks himself for being a little corny. But that’s part of its charm—through his ruthless honesty, we can see ourselves as we actually are—prone to idle delusions, indolence, and self-obsessed. 

“Portraits can often be overlooked, but there are so many details in the face that tell innumerable stories about what the person portrayed might have been feeling or going through,” Orrick continues. “I'm trying to find those details, within myself and within America today." 

On “Anywhere Instead,” he grouses about how most days he doesn’t want to leave his bed until noon, staring at his phone, wishing for imminent death. It’s a nothing matters, gallows humor that anoints him a laureate of existential dread. He captures the terror of the void, the ambiguity of not knowing where or when your next direct deposit will hit. He’s wise enough to understand how little he understands, allergic to cheap irony or forced symbolism. As he points out on stories, “not every story has a meaning, not every moment has a reason, sometimes you just let the music play and tell you what to say.” 

It’s obvious how loudly the music speaks to Orrick, who is rarely short of opinions or serrated observation. The somber piano-based melancholy and rugged drums of “Portraits” thump via a gifted arsenal of producers including Nolan the Ninja, L’Orange, Exile, Apollo Brown, and Onra. Only two guest rappers appear, Fashawn and Orrick’s partner in Ugly Heroes, Verbal Kent. Orrick carries the rest of the weight and you sense the Atlas burden he shoulders. 

But for the all the poignant complaints, there’s a soulful profundity at the core of the album. It goes further than stress over bills, nicotine and liquor compulsions, and a search for deeper revelation. If you can hear a song like “Mom” without slightly crumbling, you might be iron-born. It’s a eulogy for Orrick’s late mother, dead at 45 without seeing her children grow up, without the opportunity to take pride in her son’s ability to realize his dream—however flawed it can occasionally seem. It’s here where you sense the power of these Portraits. They capture the pain that too many of us feel, that manifests itself in so many distinct ways. For a little while, we understand the raw f&cked up complexity of what it means to be a human being in a lunatic world. The portrait is personal, but it’s all of us too. 
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Portraits Mp3

The Rubric

Chris Orrick - The Rubric (feat. Verbal Kent) (prod. Calvin Valentine)

Self-Portrait

Chris Orrick - Self-Portrait (prod. Nolan The Ninja)

"Look Out" produced by Paul White, from Chimera EP
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Homeboy Sandman - Look Out

HipHop • Jazz • Space • Soul • Funk // Sounds Beautiful Like The Truth

Chris Orrick - Self-Portrait (prod. Nolan The Ninja)

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