WILLOWISP

FB TRAP

SEMOLINA

LIDL TOKENS

LOTUS FLOWER

MOTH WINGS

FB TRAP (Radio Edit)

A lil ting, gathering a lil dust so float it on the net, why not! this is a couple years old, new material 100% coming tru soon.



Lies (w/ K The Infinite)

The Limit (w/ K The Infinite)

Knowadimean

sun rays

Produced by dylantheinfamous 0121 crew salute. Srigala on the bassline wadyaknow!!

Written by N. Graham (Sentric Music)  & D.Yarnall-Gray (Copyright Control).  "Feel U” contains elements from "On My Mind" (Smith/Thomas/Chisanga). Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing Ltd/Copyright control. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Srigala on the bass. Mixed by Joe Hirst for Pussyfoot Management. Mastered by Philippe Weiss for Pussyfoot Management.

Stream the track: https://awal.ffm.to/nattywylahfeelu

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Lyrics -

Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind


its funny it’s sunny outside
but i just feel like sitting indoors
and i ain’t even been puffin on draws
like nothing don’t matter no more
like i know i need company
but get to close i just push them
tryna cultivate my own garden first
ain’t space enough for your flowers
the plant just died that you gave me 
became a brand new home for spiders
when they crawl they’re sitting in darkness
in a mood of meticulous silence
see it’s hot through through the window
feel the sun through the glass
i feel like ants on the pave-stone
or Woody when Sid done fried him
see round my heart it’s cortex
but it feels like it melts when i’m drinking
and i know we’re getting close but i’m drifting
well i hope you can’t see what i’m thinking
see the night in your eyes
but i’m more drawn to the waist
in the morning, see
the dawns on your face
and i wake with the need to escape
and it all feels...
awful. strange.
cant wait for the day that i fall in love
cant wait for the day... that i fall in.
there must be a lock on my heart
just pains from missing my marge
shimmering stars: 
her spirit, know i feel it when i dance.

Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind

Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind
Don’t want to Feel U
Don’t want you on my mind

its a brand new day though
sunshine with the reggae on the radio
tryna make a little reddies from the stage show 
lets go, lets get it, get paid
and i tryna gwan like i’m bad though
me i got a good heart and a mad flow
you won’t see me in the trap or the bando
me i do the two step or the tango
see my heads in the clouds
and i don’t need no vals or xans though
i’m old school like du-du! dun know
still drawing these chicks on my trap phone
and the reason for that is i never been a geezer for gas
i don’t endorse all this digital madness bruv
yo i’m tryna keep my head piece in tact
glitching.
cooking up food in the kitchen!
literally. 
tryna get my greens in flipsing
like spatula, shouts my brothers and sisters 
batchelors, my honeys and vixens
actually it’s just love that i’m living
actually it’s just love.

actually it’s just love
actually it’s just love
actually it’s just love
actually it’s just love


actually it’s love

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like
they’re just wasting their own time

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like

Feel U - 2020 Mix (prod. dylantheinfamous)

Produced by Purple Cloud
Written by Nathan Graham / Samuel Joseph
Mixed by Joe Hirst - https://www.42peaks.co.uk/joe-hirst
Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

Stream the track: https://nattywylah.ffm.to/cinders

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Lyrics

so how the story goes (lemme find the page)
how the story goes.
come a lil closer... and listen.
it goes a little something like this.
make sure you check behind you (make sure you check behind you)
because the forest doesn't sleep. ('cos the forest doesn't sleep)
crackling, twigs, neck snapping and things
you know the forest doesn't sleep.
they nod their heads to the beat.
(so lemme tell you how it goes...)

feel the decay in my vertebrae
charge my dreams in these moonrays
well i ain't slept for a few days
health is priority, life is reality
another night spent dulling pains by the gallons she
acts like she's smitten tickles skin with the talons bleed
lust for this sultry eyed siren
shame it aint love it's just desiring
yeah that's shits tiring like sisyphus 
rolling up the boulder while im climbing
still jack and jill tumbling fates' cards fumbling
52, picking up the piece my past lumbered me with
my tongue stumbled and slipped like Freuds' whisperings
still im more Jungian;
battle with my Anima and Animus Im shushing them.
raggo man'a'mashing like an animal in bush and then
sparking up the tushunpeng
on a bed of violets - I'm lying with my eyes slit
tired blow the kiss to your violence.

Welcome to the Spiral, looking there behind you.
nothings there, just here.
Spirits in the cinders, see the sirens yeah
 there smiling with their eyes on you.
Prophets mumbling dishonesty.
crackles from the embers leave an amber glow.
Cicadas yeah they follow me, these bastards tryna bother me
got nothing but this fire and smoke!

war with a rainstorm caught in this maelstrom
voices in the tandem probably maybes what i tell them
picking them at random spin the arrow what it lands on then ill trail on
setting sail from out the alcove
long days and dark nights what I count on
and through the depths the light beckons from the mountains
poseidons light beacons, fountains underneath us
feel aquatic and anaesthetised, fighting for me feeling,
kneeling, numb between my feet and thighs
Compass glass splintered as it meets me eyes -
shit im needing guidance.
 tide licks, shudder, boat rocking side to side
and in my mind yeah i think it's where the ride ends.
seagulls cry, hope through my closed eyes
a wave like a golem's hand smashing through the boats side.
ropes fly - lashing like the 9 tails, 
drag my under down like the nose diving crow flies, 
tangling my limbs now. shit i might as well just swim down, 
great deluge relinquishing our sins.
thinking all these things, either sinking or you'll swim
but fate has handed me the dot so time to flow round!

Welcome to the Spiral, looking there behind you.
nothings there, just here.
Spirits in the cinders, see the sirens yeah
 there smiling with their eyes on you.
Prophets mumbling dishonesty.
crackles from the embers leave an amber glow.
Cicadas yeah they follow me, these bastards tryna bother me
got nothing but this fire and smoke!

Cinders

CINDERS (prod. Purple Cloud)

special dedication to the 1 and only HG! X

LOVER (prod. MIYAI)

Produced by Srigala
Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music) / Srigala Temple-Smith (Copyright Control)
Mixed by Joe Hirst

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Complex lyrics confronts stereotypes in 'WHOAMI', trying to break down systematic racism over omnipresent dark earth shaking drums, tight production and gentle spaced out keys. The chorus repeats 'Who Am I?' until it blends into one word 'WHOAMI' becoming a statement more than a question. 


Lyrics

i aint from bits, i aint from them ways but still i don't mind. 
and i don't watch post codes, me i see you soul first looking through your eyes.
some swiped out lifestyles picking out these pixels from my psyche
dealing with some ignorance pricks yeah the chink man a chink yeah man I'm chiney
pacifisticing tho I got my fist clench tight like 
put me in a box get boxed.
but you aint seen the flare that I lick off when I'm writing 
+ you don't know about the pain that I hold i got inside me 
and i aint from england, i aint from china… so fuck off with your labels (child of the moon)
product of environment, I'm suttin like a hyacinth busting through the pavements
living in fables. (tales) I'm probably from another place elsewhere 
fate done taking all my loved ones elsewhere, cried so much it left a fissure in my welfare
all this pain. cracks. stains. smashed self care
gargling booze, angst and mood why I'm looking for my health here (i just don't know, I'm like)

who. am i?
who am i? (who am i?) who am i? (who am i?) who am i? (who am i?) who? x3
                   (what)                                (what)                              (what)
who am i? (what?) who am i? (me) who am i? (you?) 
who am i anyways? who am i?

individual persons,(yeah) belonging and were looking for a purpose 
see how we earthlings, (yeah?) ruining; the water turn turpid (black like night)
now seeing how fear works, drop a couple bombs then blame it on the burkas (tabloids)
as if there aint a war right now, know the karma is a double headed serpent (it bites both (ways!))
yeah the future feel worthless.(wah) so how we meant to feel about our children?
picking up the rubble from before like…(like like like) how we gonna build another building?
cracked foundation. the system need changing as ever but that's nutting new theres nutting much to heal this (not much hope)
pointing out the fingers. but really 1 per-centers need to feel this.
turning round the tables vote labour still dubious (wah) revolution is solution lets do this.
(yeah) chanting with the beads i move buddhist (Om) mani padme hung grooving.
peace, music, love - movements.
cmon everybody get loose just tryna find silence (shhh)
I'm in amongst mayhem and madness and arise from the grit i move phoenix i flew but 

like… who. am i?
who am i? (who am i?) who am i? (who am i?) who am i? (who am i?) who? x3
                   (what)                                (what)                              (what)
who am i? (what?) who am i? (me) who am i? (you?) 
who am i anyways? who am i? who.

WHOAMI

WHOAMI (prod. Srigala)

Produced by Mac Wetha

Written by N.Graham (Sentric Music) & L.Douglas MacDonald (Copyright Control). Mixed by Joe Hirst for 42 Peaks. Mastered by Philippe Weiss for 42 Peaks.

Stream on DSPs: https://nattywylah.ffm.to/4siblings

4 Siblings is a homage, and a letter of reassurance to family. It's for siblings that, the conditions weren't ready for them to come into this world. It's for siblings that, are not blood related, but are connected through the electromagnetic forces of spirit. It's a song that moves on. It encompasses a blueness but also an acceptance and finally a message of gratitude, love and comfort in that no matter what happens, it's alright. 

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to my 4 siblings that were never born
I miss them but i never
I never met them so i didn't know 'em
plus I got some siblings now
new life, new life
ooh yeah can we get along
new life, new life
'finna get it on

new seeds for a new song
got some nice vibes for a new jawn
some red pills and some blue ones
yeah we're tryna break these illusions
and no sobs gotta move on
got me feeling like bruce
me i move like Mu-Shu out of Mulan
grooving out on life gotta grove on

let it slide yeah slipping
let it slide
let it slide yeah slipping
let it...

slipping… slide...
wriggling by...
slide yeah. slip.

tell my mama don't worry 'bout,
please don't worry 'bout me no...
I'm loved and I'm living and I'm free
tiling on my roof don't leak, don't worry 'bout me
I'd be drinking rain drops if it was so don't please don't...

tell my mama don't worry...
don't worry ‘bout me yeah...
I'm loved and I’m living, I'm free
see the tiling on my roof don't leak, don't worry 'bout me
I'd be drinking rain drops if it was so don't, no, please don't worry.

Im bless, Im blessed.

4 Siblings

4 Siblings (prod. Mac Wetha)

WANDERLUST FREESTYLE

Written by (S. Joseph / R. Robinson / N. Graham) Copyright Control / Copyright Control / Sentric Music

Remixed by Joseph Efi
Produced by Joseph Efi and Natty Wylah
Mixed and Mastered by Joe Hirst

Stream this track:  https://nattywylah.ffm.to/yestermoons
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Lyrics 

pester, don’t let your mind fester
yestermoons don’t let the past stress ya
so your grafting for the future yeah?
well just remember that the now is where it’s happening here
so check the clouds form a thousand pictures
alan wattsing with that eastern wisdom
flicker, see the lights through the blinds,
and the afternoon sun trickle through the prisms
but does it matter if it isn’t?
cos everything change so there’s nothing different 
I’m just tryna feel some love up in this life I’m living
I’m just tryna feel some love up in this life I’m living
gotta give it of you want it back
but they wanna try snatch from an honest man
so i snip it where the strings attached 
and disappear like a hologram

following the traces...
see the ghosts in the eyes of their faces.


pure visions in my dreams lately
should probably figure what it means maybe
over-analysis ain’t anyway to channel this though
battle with demons try steer away from fiends mainly
lethargy yeah this weeds hazy
the pleasures mine think it’s marvellous to meet Hades
back of my mind saying no, tryna calculate why
that’s when cerberus start chewing through my feet crazy
you’d be an eediat not to read the signs
proliferated pixels read between the lines
they’ll snatch your fingers for a piece of pie
the smoke lingers and it stings ya eye
but real as steel this is fortified
babylon’ll burn with them chordy lies
pinch of salt though its border line
40 days yo and 40 nights

nah it really wasn’t advertised
tryna read between the paralines
all a paradigm
through my narrow eyes
paralyzed
tryna sacrafice
grass green in the paradise

Yestermoons (Joseph Efi Remix)

Produced by JKarri & Natty Wylah
written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music) / Joshua Gaskin-Brown (Copyright Control)

Stream everywhere: https://melting-pot-music.lnk.to/eucalyptus

“Eucalyptus” by Natty Wylah and produced by Jkarri, is the eleventh single from The Silhouettes Project. The chorus was written through the golden setting-sun on the overground to Root 73 studio. For the project different artists were paired with producers that had never previously worked together - Jkarri and Natty clicked instantly on a left-leaning, experimental approach to writing. Reflections of seemingly insignificant details and some deeper dreamscapes. Bossa nova licks, broken but minimal drums keep it rolling through melancholy but joyous colours.

The Silhouettes Project is a new platform for up and coming Hip-Hop, Soul and Jazz artists from the UK. It is not a record label or management team, it is a community project. The Silhouettes Project provides an open space - a recording studio and live venue located within the Total Refreshment Centre in Hackney, London - where MCs, singers, musicians and producers can connect and create.

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Eucalyptus

running head first down the tracks
jogging on the tabloids headlines
while a woman tries to hold her sneezes back
and not an eyelid bats
bless you anyway and bless new life
mother entering the carriage push pram
her baby beautiful my vision gold sequins
can't ignore that mother earth shortened lifespan

losing toucans, flick a page it's yutes with shooters
nowadays news is madness its fat cunts squabbling 
its blunt tools in the tory cabinets they're useless
but who am I?  unless im truly out to do shit
it's who streets? our streets but living in computers 
like 1, 0's - 0's, 1 is this our evolution?
like hold on, suppose so, so guess we gotta move with
these 0's and 1's from days smoking O's in one.
whitey then throwing up gunk - now my donny tryna raise his son
and raise them funds cash in hand that's just a rule of thumb
spend half, save half that's on my great-grand mum
if you smile then the world will smile back to you son
that's on my pops, gone and you ain't knowing what you got
I'll never stop though, can put that on my mums. yeah.

running head first down the tracks
jogging on the tabloids headlines
while a woman tries to hold her sneezes back
and not an eyelid bats
bless you anyway and bless new life
mother entering the carriage push pram
her baby beautiful my vision gold sequins
can't ignore that mother earth shortened lifespan

drifting while the world burns you can fall asleep

driving through these smoke clouds you can fall asleep
drifting while the world burns you can fall
driving through these smoke clouds you can fall asleep
drifting while the world burns you can fall

had another dream where it seemed so (she)
when i woke up yeah i wish i wasn't where i (was)
it's been 10 years since i felt her (here)
close under my nose well she was there like (and)
and what I'd give to have a minute with her (she)
waking up in this realm was unfair (still)
still c'est la vie the new moon glows (lives)
and when I'm closing my eyes she's still there (on)

running head first down the tracks
jogging on the tabloids headlines
while a woman tries to hold her sneezes back
and not an eyelid bats
bless you anyway and bless new life
mother entering the carriage push pram
her baby beautiful my vision gold sequins
can't ignore that mother earth shortened lifespan

Eucalyptus

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Below the tree-line through myth, lust and the psyche, Natty Wylah’s new single ‘Cinders’ echoes metropolitan life through a ‘forest that doesn’t sleep’. With Purple Cloud’s orchestral production giving a night-sky crispness, moon-kissed lyrics flicker through scenes of sirens, cicadas and spirits in the cinders.

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music) & Samuel Joseph (Copyright Control). Produced by Purple Cloud. Additional Production by Joseph Efi, Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

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so how the story goes (lemme find the page) 

how the story goes. 

come a lil closer... and listen. 

it goes a little something like this. 

make sure you check behind you (make sure you check behind you) 

because the forest doesn't sleep. ('cos the forest doesn't sleep) 

crackling, twigs, neck snapping and things 

you know the forest doesn't sleep. 

they nod their heads to the beat. 

(so lemme tell you how it goes...) 

 

feel the decay in my vertebrae 

charge my dreams in these moonrays 

well i ain't slept for a few days 

health is priority, life is reality 

another night spent dulling pains by the gallons she 

acts like she's smitten tickles skin with the talons bleed 

lust for this sultry eyed siren 

shame it aint love it's just desiring 

yeah that's shits tiring like sisyphus  

rolling up the boulder while im climbing 

still jack and jill tumbling fates' cards fumbling 

52, picking up the piece my past lumbered me with 

my tongue stumbled and slipped like Freuds' whisperings 

still im more Jungian; 

battle with my Anima and Animus Im shushing them. 

raggo man'a'mashing like an animal in bush and then 

sparking up the tushunpeng 

on a bed of violets - I'm lying with my eyes slit 

tired blow the kiss to your violence. 

 

Welcome to the Spiral, looking there behind you. 

nothings there, just here. 

Spirits in the cinders, see the sirens yeah 

 there smiling with their eyes on you. 

Prophets mumbling dishonesty. 

crackles from the embers leave an amber glow. 

Cicadas yeah they follow me, these bastards tryna bother me 

got nothing but this fire and smoke! 

 

war with a rainstorm caught in this maelstrom 

voices in the tandem probably maybes what i tell them 

picking them at random spin the arrow what it lands on then ill trail on 

setting sail from out the alcove 

long days and dark nights what I count on 

and through the depths the light beckons from the mountains 

poseidons light beacons, fountains underneath us 

feel aquatic and anaesthetised, fighting for me feeling, 

kneeling, numb between my feet and thighs 

Compass glass splintered as it meets me eyes - 

shit im needing guidance. 

 tide licks, shudder, boat rocking side to side 

and in my mind yeah i think it's where the ride ends. 

seagulls cry, hope through my closed eyes 

a wave like a golem's hand smashing through the boats side. 

ropes fly - lashing like the 9 tails,  

drag my under down like the nose diving crow flies,  

tangling my limbs now. shit i might as well just swim down,  

great deluge relinquishing our sins. 

thinking all these things, either sinking or you'll swim 

but fate has handed me the dot so time to flow round! 

 

Welcome to the Spiral, looking there behind you. 

nothings there, just here. 

Spirits in the cinders, see the sirens yeah 

 there smiling with their eyes on you. 

Prophets mumbling dishonesty. 

crackles from the embers leave an amber glow. 

Cicadas yeah they follow me, these bastards tryna bother me 

got nothing but this fire and smoke!

Cinders (Movement Mix)

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Whimsical recording of Natty utilising the wavey tombre of an upright piano in need of some TLC

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music) Produced by Natty Wylah. Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph @ Optimum Mastering

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pianos out of tune

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4 Siblings is a homage, and a letter of reassurance to family. It's for siblings who the conditions weren't ready for them to come into this world. It's for siblings that are not blood related, but are connected through the electromagnetic forces of spirit. It's a song that moves on. It encompasses a blueness but also an acceptance and finally a message of gratitude, love and comfort in that no matter what happens, it's alright.

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music) & Lloyd Douglas MacDonald. Produced by Mac Wetha. Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph @ Optimum Mastering

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Lyrics

To my 4 siblings that were never born 

I miss them but i never 

I never met them so i didn't know 'em 

plus I got some siblings now 

new life, new life 

ooh yeah can we get along 

new life, new life 

'finna get it on 

New seeds for a new song 

got some nice vibes for a new jawn 

some red pills and some blue ones 

yeah we're tryna break these illusions 

and no sobs gotta move on 

got me feeling like bruce 

me i move like Mu-Shu out of Mulan 

grooving out on life gotta grove on 

Let it slide yeah slipping 

let it slide 

let it slide yeah slipping 

let it... 

Slipping… slide... 

wriggling by... 

slide yeah. slip 

Tell my mama don't worry 'bout, 

please don't worry 'bout me no... 

I'm loved and I'm living and I'm free 

tiling on my roof don't leak, don't worry 'bout me 

I'd be drinking rain drops if it was so don't please don't... 

Tell my mama don't worry... 

don't worry ‘bout me yeah... 

I'm loved and I’m living, I'm free 

see the tiling on my roof don't leak, don't worry 'bout me 

I'd be drinking rain drops if it was so don't, no, please don't worry 

Im bless, Im blessed

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Crossed Fingers talks of fate, hope and defiance, somewhat melancholly verses are lifted like grey days the chorus shines with sun-like brightness. Bel Cobain's delivers her verse with delicate flair giving the dreamy track a silvery hue.

Written by Nathan Graham & Clem Appleby-Sherring (Sentric Music),  Srigala Temple-Smith, (Copyright Control), Elisa Imperilee & Bel Cobain. Produced by Srigala. Bass & Guitar by Clem Appleby, Vocals by Bel Cobain, backing vocals by Elisa Imperilee, Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

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Lyrics -

Feeling like I lost it lately 
Days on my own thing roaming 
Jungle; but theres no Bagheera's 
Living off my own impulses 
But this worlds imploding 
Aint no control z 
Ain't no control full stop. 
Fate'll bake us all brown bread one day 
So, you decide.reaper sycthe, walk the line. 
On a knifes edge, spice heads,  
Rummaging scrap here – rat race running through time 
In the guise of reason we skeam on 
Crossed fingers... 
The hunger for sun through winters 
The hope mumbles keep on. 

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon. 
 

Storms at home and the suns outside 
Stuck in the doorway, I was a child of the sun i'm a part of a tribe 
Sand by the shore-ways touched by the tips of my toes and my eye-lids rise 
Sink with the sunlight, I saw the blood in the gun fight  
Head in the same waters that a mum cries 
And I feel the same sore loads when I bun thai 
Crazy how I had to fill my own.. 
Company it's all smoke and mirrors til you drown your phone 
I'm at one in the daytime 
Deep rooted in the faith 
Guess I had to heal these bruises to free me from feeling the ache like...  

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon. 

Feeling like I lost my family. 
But I was raised on the low like simba. 
Except for when there no rafiki's 
Living off your own inscentives 
Feel it when the flow crescendos 
Ain't a firework here 
Bang stick and them buying work there 
Anticipate final finalé  
Cos I clocked now 
It's the lyrics that allow me  
Channel this sage in sound 
Been up we been doubty too but... 
Can't slip on this slope 
 

It's self built sticky and false 
Nah come we get rid of this  
God played a trick and its a joke 
Tryna feel the sun on my boat. 

 

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 
 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon.

Crossed Fingers

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A recording of a late night bus journey home, featuring a lively character placed infront of me discussing the tricks that God has played, over the precursive riff of the track to follow.

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music)  & Clem Appleby-Sherring (Sentric Music). Produced by Joseph Efi and Natty Wylah, Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

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ventricles interlude

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Natty Wylah's layed back spitting style strolls over sampled vocals from Jorja Smith's track 'On My Mind', Wylah and Smith's melodic vocals mingle to create a sun warmed lullaby over a deceptively simple guitar lead instrumental.

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music) & Dylan Yarnall-Gray (Copyright Control). "Feel U” contains elements from "On My Mind" (Smith/Thomas/Chisanga). Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing Ltd/Copyright control. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Produced by Dylantheinfamous. Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering.

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Lyrics

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 


its funny it’s sunny outside 

but i just feel like sitting indoors 

and i ain’t even been puffin on draws 

like nothing don’t matter no more 

like i know i need company 

but get to close i just push them 

tryna cultivate my own garden first 

ain’t space enough for your flowers 

the plant just died that you gave me  

became a brand new home for spiders 

when they crawl they’re sitting in darkness 

in a mood of meticulous silence 

see it’s hot through through the window 

feel the sun through the glass 

i feel like ants on the pave-stone 

or Woody when Sid done fried him 

see round my heart it’s cortex 

but it feels like it melts when i’m drinking 

and i know we’re getting close but i’m drifting 

well i hope you can’t see what i’m thinking 

see the night in your eyes 

but i’m more drawn to the waist 

in the morning, see 

the dawns on your face 

and i wake with the need to escape 

and it all feels... 

awful. strange. 

cant wait for the day that i fall in love 

cant wait for the day... that i fall in. 

there must be a lock on my heart 

just pains from missing my marge 

shimmering stars:  

her spirit, know i feel it when i dance. 

 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

 

its a brand new day though 

sunshine with the reggae on the radio 

tryna make a little reddies from the stage show  

lets go, lets get it, get paid 

and i tryna gwan like i’m bad though 

me i got a good heart and a mad flow 

you won’t see me in the trap or the bando 

me i do the two step or the tango 

see my heads in the clouds 

and i don’t need no vals or xans though 

i’m old school like du-du! dun know 

still drawing these chicks on my trap phone 

and the reason for that is i never been a geezer for gas 

i don’t endorse all this digital madness bruv 

yo i’m tryna keep my head piece in tact 

glitching. 

cooking up food in the kitchen! 

literally.  

tryna get my greens in flipsing 

like spatula, shouts my brothers and sisters  

batchelors, my honeys and vixens 

actually it’s just love that i’m living 

actually it’s just love. 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s love 

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like 

they’re just wasting their own time

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like

FEEL U

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This track is one from the not too distant past circa late 2018... produced by ghost from the 0121 district this dusty loop opened my brain to another melancholy pondering on missed opportunities but knowing in time that the other doors will open! That looking too hard for anything you shall not find, especially with love.

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music), Aaron Jack Rainsford & Reuben Robinson (Copyright Control). Produced by Ghost. Additional programming and production by Joseph Efi.

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Lyrics

(Patience is the key) 
 

Skipping in the pond see the ripples as they run 

Yeah their searching for the difference in the 1 

But know it's all... 

Hollistic yeah this bit fits inside if it's twisted 

 Like the puzzle box the lid is lifted only once it's all... 

Slide into appropriate places... 

That's how we met through fate just 

Like in the way your face slipped  

Into my vision oooh tingles know i felt sensations 

Drawn towards i ask you for your name 

And now im asking for a flame like id even rolled or licked the rizzlas 

And i don't even smoke it wouldn't have made the littlest difference 

Had to utter anything just couldn't bare to risk this... 

To see your pureness disappear into this blurring distance 

Words, I've tripped. stumbled nah the plot is twisted 

... Caught up in this half nelson,  

Trying still I can't help the sitch'  

Nah I've boned it - plucking petals from chrysanthemums I've picked I guess I'll just.. 
 

I guess I'll just wait another while  

I guess I'll just wait another while 

I guess I'll just wait another while 

I guess I'll just wait another while 

I guess I'll just wait another while 

I guess I'll just wait another while 

I guess I'll just wait another while 

Cos good things come to those who wait! 

 
 

Plenty fishes there lust'll treat you vicious yeah 

Spend a little time on my own 

Just let me sink ill be submerged in blue and purple here 

With your turbulence still rocking on my boat 

... Love is superflous 

No attatchment trapped in anchors tryna float 

Flailing for the surface air.. 

Love is light if you feel then you flown 

So no need to search away your days... 

No, no. 

It'll find you when you stop, like 

Cornelian in stop lights 

Slowly incandescent glow. 

Hope but no expectancy. 

Roam around the seven seas, 

And find it underneath your nose. 

Draw the wax from the arms on candelabra 

Snuffing out the wishes; see the smoke. 

I guess I'll just wait it's like a fucking joke  

It's like im honest still im stuck 

Every girl I open to it swiftly close 

And theres a couple that a wish I never dipped my toe 

But I guess it's all just growth... you never know... 

I guess I'll wait another while... 

While your rocking on my boat... 

I guess Ill just wait another while cos the good things happen never know... 

You know it's true! 
 
Know its true, know its true... 

Guess ill just wait! 

Waiting here for you...

Chasing Smoke

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The title track of the tape, dense with lyrical imagery in which on further listens, more and more is revieled to the listener. Mercurial pads, with East-Asian instrumentation the words of the late great Bruce Lee are itterated in the chorus, 'you must be like water'. 

Written by Nathan Graham, Finn Billingham (Sentric Music),  Srigala Temple-Smith, Tom Truman &  Graham Henderson (Copyright Control). Produced by Srigala, Keyboards by Finn Billingham, bass by Graham Henderson, guitar by Tom Truman. Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering. Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Mastered by Stuart Hawkes at Metropolis Mastering

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BRUCE

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Natty's complex lyricality confronts stereotypes in 'WHOAMI', trying to break down systematic racism over omnipresent dark earth shaking drums, tight production and gentle spaced out keys. The chorus repeats 'Who Am I?' until it blends into one word 'WHOAMI' becoming a statement more than a question. 

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music),  Srigala Temple-Smith & Pascal Balleti (Copyright Control). Additional Keyboards by Paya, Produced by Srigala. Additional Production by Joseph Efi, Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

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Lyrics -
i aint from bits, i aint from them ways but still i don't mind.  

and i don't watch post codes, me i see you soul first looking through your eyes. 

some swiped out lifestyles picking out these pixels from my psyche 

dealing with some ignorance pricks yeah the chink man a chink yeah man I'm chiney 

pacifisticing tho I got my fist clench tight like  

put me in a box get boxed. 

but you aint seen the flare that I lick off when I'm writing  

+ you don't know about the pain that I hold i got inside me  

and i aint from england, i aint from china… so fuck off with your labels (child of the moon) 

product of environment, I'm suttin like a hyacinth busting through the pavements 

living in fables. (tales) I'm probably from another place elsewhere  

fate done taking all my loved ones elsewhere, cried so much it left a fissure in my welfare 

all this pain. cracks. stains. smashed self care 

gargling booze, angst and mood why I'm looking for my health here (i just don't know, I'm like) 

 

who. am i? 

who am i? (who am i?) who am i? (who am i?) who am i? (who am i?) who? x3 

                   (what)                                (what)                              (what) 

who am i? (what?) who am i? (me) who am i? (you?)  

who am i anyways? who am i? 

 

individual persons,(yeah) belonging and were looking for a purpose  

see how we earthlings, (yeah?) ruining; the water turn turpid (black like night) 

now seeing how fear works, drop a couple bombs then blame it on the burkas (tabloids) 

as if there aint a war right now, know the karma is a double headed serpent (it bites both (ways!)) 

yeah the future feel worthless.(wah) so how we meant to feel about our children? 

picking up the rubble from before like…(like like like) how we gonna build another building? 

cracked foundation. the system need changing as ever but that's nutting new theres nutting much to heal this (not much hope) 

pointing out the fingers. but really 1 per-centers need to feel this. 

turning round the tables vote labour still dubious (wah) revolution is solution lets do this. 

(yeah) chanting with the beads i move buddhist (Om) mani padme hung grooving. 

peace, music, love - movements. 

cmon everybody get loose just tryna find silence (shhh) 

I'm in amongst mayhem and madness and arise from the grit i move phoenix i flew but  

 

like… who. am i? 

...

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A Delay-riden haze of reverse vocals around deep bass and relentless kick drums, Yestermoons talks of the importance of relishing the present moment. Moving through dream scenes and myths tinged darkly the journey is rounded off with a clip of 70's Eastern Mystic Alan Watts talking of the hoax of the promised future. 

Written by Nathan Graham (Sentric Music), Samuel Joseph  & Srigala Temple-Smith (Copyright Control). Produced by Purple Cloud. Additional Production by Joseph Efi, Sample courtesy of Alan Watts. Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

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Lyrics -
pester, don’t let your mind fester 

yestermoons don’t let the past stress ya 

so your grafting for the future yeah? 

well just remember that the now is where it’s happening here 

so check the clouds form a thousand pictures 

alan wattsing with that eastern wisdom 

flicker, see the lights through the blinds, 

and the afternoon sun trickle through the prisms 

but does it matter if it isn’t? 

cos everything change so there’s nothing different  

I’m just tryna feel some love up in this life I’m living 

I’m just tryna feel some love up in this life I’m living 

gotta give it of you want it back 

but they wanna try snatch from an honest man 

so i snip it where the strings attached  

and disappear like a hologram 

 

following the traces... 

see the ghosts in the eyes of their faces. 

 

 

pure visions in my dreams lately 

should probably figure what it means maybe 

over-analysis ain’t anyway to channel this though 

battle with demons try steer away from fiends mainly 

lethargy yeah this weeds hazy 

the pleasures mine think it’s marvellous to meet Hades 

back of my mind saying no, tryna calculate why 

that’s when cerberus start chewing through my feet crazy 

you’d be an eediat not to read the signs 

proliferated pixels read between the lines 

they’ll snatch your fingers for a piece of pie 

the smoke lingers and it stings ya eyes 

but real as steel this is fortified 

babylon’ll burn with them chordy lies 

pinch of salt though its border line 

40 days yo and 40 nights 

40 days yo and 40 nights 

 

 

nah it really wasn’t advertised 

tryna read between the paralines 

all a paradigm 

through my narrow eyes 

paralyzed 

tryna sacrafice 

grass green in the paradise

Yestermoons / Future Fiend

Yestermoons

ask me the question: tell you no lie.
ask me no question. play music.

NATTY WYLAH

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