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all music, and audio engineering is done by myself

if you want to purchase a beat/Inquiries:
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East Memphis-raised artist “Black Smurf” also known as “Black Smurf the Hustle God” delivers incomparable music about his life progression, the hustle, and the will to always better ones self. 

Beginning his debut in 2011 in the underground scene he truly made a name/lane for himself. Yet not until dropping his No. 1 singles “Execution 1999” & “Fully Hydrated” in 2012 an then releasing his debut album in 2014 “Hustle Warfare 3 (Prod. Purpdogg)” did he really shake the underground scene. He is best known for helping many artist rise to the mainstream, yet still staying one of the underground scenes notable most humble legends. Still independent, once apart of Waterboyz Ent., Now mostly known under the brand “Hustle Family” he continues to release real heart-felt relatable hustle music to his supporters.

SMUG GOD
SMUGGA MANG LA FLARE
SMUGGA F BABY



GlitchRealm.

Ho99o9 (horror) - An unauthorized biography
The first spores of Ho99o9 were identified by the CDC’s infectious disease unit
in the outsourced offices of purgatory that are peppered all throughout New
Jersey in places like Linden, Elizabeth and Newark.
There was only legend until cultures were collected. Once told as a cautionary
tale of two neighborhood kids, their story mutated into a reflection on the
horrors of the society that produced them. What happened between those
early days in the neighborhood and the present day is often debated.
theOGM (Jean) & Yeti Bones (Eaddy) are certainly a product of their early
environment. There weren’t any fields or even much grass for a kid to play on.
Gardens were made of concrete and a reality sustained only by dreams of
places where the train tracks went.
Eaddy’s Pops brought Motown and the militancy of the armed forces into
Eaddy’s sometimes rigid and uncompromising basic training for life. Pops was
hard because hard makes leaders in the human chain of command. And Jean
was always there in the street level offices of Chris Christie’s “small
government” purgatory in the defunded, decommissioned and deconstructed
district of Linden New Jersey. Jean knew when Trump’s future fuc boi and
every other neo-con said “small government” what they really meant was
“Fuck you nigg…”
Style was lacking but what Jean’s Pops was packing into his ear speakers stayed
embedded in Jean’s mind - The sounds of Haitian Kompa sung by Sweet Micky
(Michael Martely). The bizarre behavior and non-conformist styles of a Haitian
icon caught Jean’s eyes and ears back then and once again now with Micky
recently rising to become president of Haiti. Thieves and liars giving way to an
influential artist elected to rebuild a crumbling nation? Noted.
Jean and Eaddy kept lampin in overlapping circles of connected streets,
bordering cities and shuffled between under funded public schools. The sounds
on Hot 97 filled blank tapes with Bone Thugs, Busta, Onyx, Lil Jon and Missy
Elliott. Mental hard-drive uploads with flow served to drive them to finally
jump on that train to see what else was out there and what they found
changed them irrevocably.
Eaddy began branching out, bringing hardcore like Bad Brains back home with
him. The pair didn’t know it at the time but the resulting amalgamation they
brought back was the Deathkult. They were armed only with a pawn shop
sampler and the power to influence.
Born to lose in Jersey, reborn in NYC and subsequently reimagined 999.
Rewired to spread a promise for the next emancipation from time. The gospel,
the vibration, hardcore punk, rage and rhyme - theOGM and Yeti Bones emerge
transformed into weapons of mass expression and the spectacle known today
only as Ho99o9 (horror).
Then just like that, Ho99o9 vanished from the east coast, allegedly recruited
into a beat laboratory in Los Angeles. They baptized in blood and emerged
wrapped in a sound that had not yet been heard.
A congregation gathered in a scene of like-minded mutants and L.A. quickly
became the HQ of Ho99o9. More minions manifest with Horror spores started
spreading all throughout North America and the European Union - a pandemic
of fools gettin' woke as the fringe becomes the majority and we recall the
prophecy of Sweet Micky.
And Today - a new nation rises to smash the guise of the god-head. A deity-less
religion of our collective humanity, neither divine, nor wicked, led only by the
march of the Deathkult and delivered by its soldiers - theOGM and Yeti Bones in
their United States of Horror*.

youtube.com/@antwontv2.0


If ANTWON didn’t exist, no one could have invented him. The former hardcore punk, unabashed hedonist, and Nature Boy leader is what you’d get if Bad Brains spent their summers balling on a budget. ANTWON isn’t a contradiction; he’s a man of complexity. You might catch the San Jose native flexing in BMWs chauffeured by freaks, but he’d prefer to be low-key in a Prius. You might catch him in the club sipping tea and smoking the highest caliber of weed. He isn’t weird isn’t for the sake of being weird. He’s weird for the sake of being raw as fuck.

The former member of power-violence punk outfit, Leather, ANTWON first burst onto the scene in the early years of this decade, blending slightly nostalgic fluorescent raps with gritty industrial dirges, and live shows so rowdy the bruises still haven’t healed. He’s collaborated with Wiki, Heems, and Lil Ugly Mane, Suicideyear and Pictureplane—effortlessly shifting between styles and genres without losing the lecherous wit that made him instantly stand above from the sea of Tumblr struggle rap.

With his lo-fi druggy summer anthems, ANTWON emerged as the missing link between Kid Rock and the Great Rock N’ Roll Swindle, The Misfits and Martin Lawrence. He was ostensibly too raunchy for the punks, too punk for the hip-hop traditionalists, and not chill enough to be chillwave, but he still built a die-hard cult—one of music’s true originals, idiosyncratic, off-beat, blunted, and always with a bad chick hanging off of him.

The Fader said, “ANTWON has a gift for making filthy-fun-times rap songs with people who don’t usually produce rap.” Spin compared him to like a teenaged Biggie in that famous street-corner freestyle resurrected as an ex-hardcore dude.” Pitchfork claimed, “ANTWON’s heavy voice mourns the people whose lives are growing stagnant and not progressing…like Death Grips if they showered up and decided to write the vast majority of their songs about oral sex.”

He’s too smart and self-aware to try to be the voice of his generation, but his raps embody the spirit of the masses that refuse to fit into any classification. He’s the music nerd and the class clown, the punk and the pervert, emotional and aloof, the rap kid sampling Metallica, old funk, and 80s synth-pop.

After a handful of mixtapes and one solo album, he’s signed to Anticon—the ideal fit for a label that never catered to obsolete notions of genre or what a rapper could or couldn’t be. ANTWON couldn’t give a fuck even if he wanted to—an original artist that’s always evolving, swerving recklessly in the lane that he built.

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