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static

A compilation of tracks made over the semester.

Trapped Up Salsa (raindrop)

looking out

Victory (feat.Flagger).mp3

Reviving that hardcore spirit of hip-hop, this song is a personal viewpoint of the lessons learnt and challenges faced as an upcoming hip-hop artist in Eswatini. Also my first official release. 

Titanium

Episode 1 : Anti Archive
Beats are free for not profit use, just tag us (Prod. Dasani x Lysha)

Lost Files 1

Candy Floss (prod. Dasani x Lysha)

//pseudo poetry//

Day after day I'm amazed by the grace that I'm stationed in.
Month after month I'm astounded by the love that I'm fashioned in.
Year after year I am there in these cares like a kid is, so tell me what manner of grace is this?
Herein I say grace is a mindstate.
Grace is a state that makes one stand as righteousness.
Grace is a force on course that knocks you into your consciousness.
Grace is a love that induces you, and juices you with the fragrances and flavours of favours and mercies- 
Refusing to loosen the grip it has on you, even when you chooseS to ( because grace is like a boomerang).
A boomerang you may have swung and ran.
Ran forgetting that it would return to your hand because is a faithful servant.
Because grace is a vine. A vine intwined within our spirits.
A vine that alighns God's spirit with mine.
A vine so devine i make me see that I am ONE.
One with the SUN who has done all that is needed to be so that I may proceed into perfection.
Liken grace to a chemical reaction.
A simple reaction of two elements of Hydrogen. An elements of Oxygen. 
Hands down grace is a water of satisfaction - and it lives in me. 
A water clashing in my belly. Rumbling grumbling, and erupting to be set free.
Moaning to be let free to fill the deficity - deficiency of the originality of truth.
Think of grace as a rapsody.
A melody that allows your spirit pulmonaries to pump rhythmically throughout the arteries of your utterly glorious body.
A symphony of soveriegntyrushing throught your capillaries.
Its like a Godsent artillery. 
An artillery designed to creaate more than destroy.
To dictate the things we want.
Regenerate the things we lost.
Create things that be not as thought they always were.

Pseudo Poetry feat. Mungo [ prod. Boov Tempo ]

Instrumentals for the album... coming soon
Trying to take over the 206 and bring the old school back

Pseudo Poetry feat. Mungo [ prod. Boov Tempo ]

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