I stumbled across this track by The Loop Pilots  2 days ago and I had to rock to it. Music is music. 

Fly with us, landing zone is undetermined.

Check out the story behind the original track here : https://soundcloud.com/docmad/the-loop-pilots-orange-sunset-lp-coming-out-this-fall

And support the project when it comes out !

Lyrics : 

Come fly with me now...
Come fly with me now... 


Sunset, horizon expands like a sick band/
DITC Thick from the tip of the wingspan/
Let it fly, Icarus, never lied/
Had to reach for the sun for his grounds to solidify/
Unless you speak that language, your words'll never rhyme/
Never get scripted, the dialogue was improvised/
Our youth's violent, dedicated to crews silence/
Cruise below the heavens so they miss the loop pilots/
Helicopter flow from that Go Go Gadget/
Had me Lu to say and Pe (pay ) true homage/
Got me rightly loose, from their soufflé status/
Crumble as their roofs go "poof" over palates(palace)/
Peace to Doctor Mad and Nomadic, they never brag/
Let the music speak, you're ecstatic if you get there/
From here to your area, flyer than Air Algeria/
Your worry game is weak, cause we came to bury ya/
-- Yeah, so take place, take seat/
Follow the needle groove and allure of my speech/
Better cut it short like sampling time on SPs/
Destination is "Where-Will-My-Tank-End-Up-Free" ?/
Like "radicals", couldn't mic(Mike) brown(Brown) if I wanted to/
Pilots keep their cool, opposite of Onyx crew/
 -- Yeah, truthfully it's probably due/
To the hallelujah body moves when they drop a tune/
I'm Coppertone two steppin way ahead you/
An opportune ballad for optimum damage/
Godly prose havoc from highly evolved savage/
Who just wanted to fly probably abuse hammocks/ 

Lyrics : .nox
Instrumental : Lou-piensa + DR.M∆D = The Loop Pilots
2014 on a rainy Saturday 

nox - Orange Sunset ( Prod by  Lou-piensa + DR.M∆D = The Loop Pilots )

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Doctor Mad said "rap on this" , so I did.

Production credits : MNDSGN
Extended version : Doctor Mad
Artwork Cover : Liam
Lyrics : .nox 

Lyrics : 

The adjusments I need to make in my life are simple/
A little less liquor and more spittin on the tempos/
My lymph nodes charged when I'm comin with those bars/
Ink woes, think slow when the bottle isn't far/
To cats and my dogs drinking from the resevoir/
Razor sharp till it resonates from resin in my lungs/
- Thoughts worth more than dead presidential sums/
They keepin you in debt, man poverty has just begun/
If we all spare that change then that change can truly come/
And our legacy can build off what we've actually done/
Our minds being wiped man, gradually numbed/
- Number of us that get it needs adjustin in the ups/
But juxtapose that with the lustin for the bucks/
And a bunch of hustlin niggas who could never give a fuck/
Mind tilted lack spirit of what used to be the funk/
Black thinkers upscale so they're views are getting shut/
- Like photocamera lense, worldstar it for the funds/
With enough likes and shares, you can comment at the top/
Have words with syndicators making sure our minds'll rot/
- The latest fragrance makers, pigeon hole you on the dot/
Defining what's our essence and defining what is hot/
- Now they got you consuming, skyrocketing their stocks/
But adjustments are needed cause this feeding never stops/
4th branch, illuminati for the Bugatti you rock/ 
Bamboozle doom loudly ticks and manoeuvres the plot/
If we really saw the truth, we wouldn't try to make it stop/
They ooze it out the hooks from these fakers and these crooks/
In your pocket's cran' and nooks for grammy nominated looks/
Common denominator's we're all victim to their jooks/
Like a good accountant's move, see us closing up the books/
On loosers and the looters, pillaged youth turn into shooters/
Heavying their squads as they cruise into recruitment/
Now you cruisin in the squad and see their optical illusion/
Music biz to the gangs, it's weapons of mass confusion/
Mascarade claiming youths, spit 'em out for a profit/
Adjust your mind or lose your mind as a product/

nox - Adjustments ( Prod by MNDSGN )

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Production credits : OMS
Lyrics : .nox

Lyrics :

Head above the clouds, spirit down in the gutter/
Face down, ass up, she reclined as my lover/
Typically inclined to victimize myself/
Bad decisions, catching frictions, I declined my wealth/
My man sat me down, told me life ain't fair/
And if you keep fuckin it up, you won't survive out here/
Catching wreck, cashing checks, catch us all outchea/
Running from my past, mistakes like a highlight reel/
Addicted to the chaos, but the twilight's feared/
Smear it on a pad, how does a dark heart heal ?/
Depression is real so are personality disorders/
Made that person feel the heat from my disorderly encounters/
Now I sorely miss the one that put me above the others/
There's only so much shit you can fix with trusted brothers/
Head above the clouds, spirit down in the gutter/
Spit about the spiral down, when you drown in what's guzzled/
Sounds seems muffled, like the heartbeat subtle/
Like you not feeling the beat when the bass seems muddled/
Face down, ass up, she still loves me/
Us both loving the fact for tonight we got some company/
Two people alone together is nothing pretty/
Kept it RAW so only for that night she's loving Eddie/
Time is money, takes time to be money/
Money shot came in due time, yeah she wasn't ready/
Time fixes everything, I got power, I let it ring/
It's interesting still how y'all listen with deafened ears/
I stick to the knowledge I'm on that Prentice bid/
Solid with these raps, I'm The Dude like that Devin kid/
It's bad for your health to doubt the penmanship/
Penned my penance pinning cats who think they'll spin the kid/
See what the effort is, it's really effortless/
The music business is, what makes me second guess/
Social media mitigating love with hysteria/
See it's just a setup, your ego's feeding the greedier/
A simple recipe, just follow the ingredients/
You mix a lot of greed, coat the beef, then you seer it up/
2 cups of loose "fucks", salt the exterior/
Make sure you grill niggas if their chops are superior/
Head above the clouds, spirit down in the gutter/
My lover's sleeping now, God's love was within us/
Wasn't strictly business, she was down with this sinner/
Confided and invited me to dodge the asylum/
Gently in my arms, heard the noise of her silent stare/
Souls speak loudly but nobody wants take the dare/
48 hours that bring you back to "foreverness"/
Togetherness, her elegance, presence and sex benefits/
Bending time and space, elevating/
Alone in the dark, and then she flipped the switch/

nox - Alone In The Dark ( Prod by OMS )

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Production credits : @antwxnn
Artwork credits: @liamliamliam 
Writing credits :  .nox

Lyrics :

I never left, y'all get it twisted like the letter 'S'/
Better yet since baby nox been talking, man I been a threat/
Spin a Beck's and kiss the the next, man's ass for benefits/
Repo your repulsive reposts for the hell of it/
I never left, and yet came back assess again/
The access to these cliques y'all seem to click for ain't relevant/
Unelegant with flows, chumps I'm stomping like a elephant/
No evidence or trace of your corpse and other synonyms/
I'm ending them, my ink is darker than my melanin/
Stark art in my bars won't chart, but's offending them/
A friend of them I'm not unless they coming with some offerings/
Cause genuine music gets that genuine feedback/
C'mon it's deep raps, please don't meddle in my bee's wax/
Connections organic like "Might letcha in and beast tracks"/
Never left, manifest in texts or in a freestyle/  
You react like  Hilary when industry released facts/ 
Vividly it's clear, black, smart, you gotta fear that/
Train of thought revered, grab a beer 'cause you can't steer that/
Skill is in the skillet, we don't mix like it's Hasidic/
Never fake, it's no prosthetic, crash the course -- it's a Civic/
Serve your minds as I murder lines, you heard I'm certified ?/
Well, I stay above their heads, like serpentines/
Asserting my spirit trapped behind bars like serving time/
Tookie to these rookies man the flavors so diversified/
Ceviche, is how I eat you up, ¿cómo se dice/ 
The visuals of a VJ understood within the replay/
So cliché, plus social media's where you release hate/
Mind, body and soul's the only way I play a three way/

( Where you at ? )
With my people 
( Where's the stack ? )  
Right beneath you 
( Make a track ? ) 
I don't need you 
( Dr. Mad ) 
He don't feel you
( Hear my raps ) 
Shit is weak dude
( Put some scratch ) 
Fuck your needles
( Instagram ? ) 
....

So fuck your middleman keeping the budget from my end/
And fake venues booking artists but not paying for their brand/
Local support is  lackluster,  ain't supply and demand/
Weak rappers like cheap hustlers, they do it for the gram/ 



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