the hardest shit i've heard in a fucking minute just sayin

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God Connections

Peace Akki (feat. The Beatnuts)

From Where???

Extra Abstract Skillz

mr. me too (lucky mix)

Got that small town sun still stuck in my fade
Old friends turn ghosts but the streets still wave
I can smell the rain hittin that cracked concrete
Every time I leave home it still follow my feet

Ain’t rich but I shine how my city taught
Talk slow ride low keep it real in thought
They can take me out the Ville but the tone don’t change
Still the same old kid just a different stage

Born where the fog meets the strawberry rows
Where the wind talk soft but the grit still shows
We ain’t had too much just enough to survive
Learned respect from the block how to hustle and drive

Ain’t no neon lights just them corner lamps
With the OGs talkin bout they time in the camps
Sunday mass then we slide to the park
Hoop dreams fade out when the streetlights spark

Mama worked two jobs Pops stayed in his zone
Said don’t let your pride make you die alone
So I carry that weight in the way I move
Every verse that I write got that old school proof

They say growth mean change but I keep that sound
It’s that dirt road rhythm that the city found
When I’m out in the world they can hear that truth
Watsonville raised me and the proof’s in the booth

Everywhere I go got Watsonville in my veins
Cali sun in my step never switchin the lanes
From the fields to the streets where the hometown reigns
Carry it with me Watsonville remains

Got that small town sun still stuck in my fade
Old friends turn ghosts but the streets still wave
I can smell the rain hittin that cracked concrete
Every time I leave home it still follow my feet

Ain’t rich but I shine how my city taught
Talk slow ride low keep it real in thought
They can take me out the Ville but the tone don’t change
Still the same old kid just a different stage

See I still smell gas when the cutty roll by
Still dap the same ones never switchin my side
It’s a code where I’m from you can’t fake that soul
Where the young ones dream and the old heads mold

Had my name in the mix now I’m cleaning my rep
But I still sip slow on the porch no flex
Got scars on my hands but the love still pure
Every L that I took made my voice mature

When the sun hit the tracks you can feel that hum
That’s the town heartbeat where the real ones from
You can see it in my eyes hear it under my tone
No matter where I land I’ma bring it back home

If the game turn cold I just think bout there
The backyard smoke and the old lawn chairs
If you know then you know that’s a sacred place
Where the pain got roots and the pride got grace

Got that small town sun still stuck in my fade
Old friends turn ghosts but the streets still wave
I can smell the rain hittin that cracked concrete
Every time I leave home it still follow my feet

Ain’t rich but I shine how my city taught
Talk slow ride low keep it real in thought
They can take me out the Ville but the tone don’t change
Still the same old kid just a different stage

Da' Ville

“Mindstorm Siege” is a protest anthem about mental independence — a call to wake up in an age where noise, media, and systems try to rewrite what’s real.

Written and performed by RestlessSaint, this track channels fire and conviction through cinematic boom-bap production and lyrical storytelling. It’s about guarding clarity, protecting the next generation, and thinking for yourself when the world feels hijacked by confusion.

🎧 For those who refuse to surrender their mind to the storm.

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