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Estelle's American Boy Ft. Kanye West slowed to perfection

american boy

Track 2 of the EP "Prelude to Sunset Avenue" check yo.
https://officialkaseyandre.bandcamp.com/

Roll (Prod. by Youtaro)

░░//Ｓｐｒｉｎｇｔｉｍｅ  Ｓｔｒｏｌｌ//Westminster Quarters =Ⓣɪᴍᴇ ➋ Ⓜᴇᴇᴛ

magic (prod. purpan)

im sorry.

@shiloh-dynasty
original: https://vine.co/v/OvPJ6THwWmO

album artwork by namalas

theres still us EP

I'm sorry (feat. shiloh)

prod X I X X, @jeff-kaale

I don’t spit fire, 
I compress and I spit carbon atoms
not the fallen prophet,
I’m the pilfer-fruit-from-gardens Adam
when I was born my mom and dad got silver lutes and harps thrown at 'em
from the hands of Zeus, it’s hard to fathom, I write all my bars in Latin,
I see Mars and Saturn in the arches of my metacarpals
Papa told me Mama taught the moon to glow and stars to sparkle
and artistry herself was startled when she carved me out of marble
I don’t put a price on life, I sharpie markered on the bar code

I had a dream where I came face to face with Aphrodite 
in a closet full of sneakers, half adidas, half were nike,
wrap my psyche up in styrofoam, my words in struggle raps
and double-back them in a couple flaps of verbal bubble wrap
my culture taught me I should be afraid of strangers,
and be afraid of changes, and be afraid of danger,
and I don’t want a cup of coffee in the comfort of my cubicle
that’s why I make decisions where I always choose the stupid one,
I must admit it’s super fun, and I know where my future’s going
I mapped the whole thing out at 10 and just now called an uber for it 

and finally it's moving

Off The Jump

lutes. // X I X X

prod. @jeffkaale

My exes? No, I don’t think about them
I shrink around them
I go to see my shrink about them
On desperate nights sometimes I’m liking every picture on their LinkedIn albums, 
just in case they’re single,
I send winky symbols, I just hint it at ‘em,
I’m not thirsty, I’m just counting fingers at the drinking fountain,
I feel like I’m drowning when I introduce myself to crowds: 
like hi, hello, I dig your sense of style, 
I saw your face across the room and grinned a while,
I wonder, are you into smiles? I pinned a pile of polaroids up on my wall, 
I wish you’d be in one,  a ring or child or wedding hall or aisle, you’d wouldn’t see in them, 
I must profess I self-profess myself a cinephile,
I’ve got every single indie title soundtrack out on indie vinyl
I’ve got some on USB, just tell me where to send the files,
if you think this is dragging on, then you should read my tinder bio,

I used to go to central park in cargo pants and whittle bark off little trees 
like Leonardo to my heart’s content, with car keys from my 97’ Civic on a bench,
I’d grab my metro card and clutch a cup of chocolate from a vendor cart,
and then depart deep underground and check the clock and metro chart,
and that is where I met her, charcoal fingers, she was sketching art, 
my self-regard leapt twenty notches when she looked at me,
I told her I wished I could etch the world out with my pencil marks,
she held the charcoal out, our fingers touched and crept apart,
and when they lingered, 
lightning struck, I know, I saw electrodes spark,
and when she smiled a hundred volts
her pearly whites were thunderbolts,
the room around us did a couple somersaults,
the earth had shifted off it’s poles,
another jolt went through me when she twirled her necklace
we were so electric, I swear the third rail was getting jealous

she curved a crater on the paper with the conté crayon
every stroke she lay spoke to my spirit like she called a séance
her fingertips could conjure chaos, every splash of color camouflaged 
into the page, I swear that she had lingerie on,
I felt the rumble of the subway tunnel crumble up
she perforated scraps of sketches, gave em’ to me crumpled up, 
and bundled up and waved to me and walked toward the edge 
I mustered up the strength to wave back and then dipped off of the bench
the train tiptoed to the ledge, it’s open doors demanded entry
she got in and whispered to me from inside that it was empty
and my heart, it started drumming, my stomach, it started numbing,
the doors began to slide, 

and then she asked me,
are you coming?


charcoal. // X I X X

"Awaken, My Love!"

Redbone

piano by me

nest hq write up: http://nesthq.com/quickly-quickly-hushed

i'm gonna release some more music soon! hang in there!

<3

hushed

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Produced by: 
@yungmai

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@passive155

Stay tuned on our Social Media

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www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

samsa - driftwood

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Produced by: 
https://soundcloud.com/lostronin

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@passive155

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejumpmg

www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

Annotate this song on rapgenius: https://genius.com/Samsa-cuttlefish-annotated

Lyrics: 

i wish i had your colors
i wish i had your colors
and your second sheet of skin


I was the camera shutter
you were the camera flash
you dressed in camouflage
  I- I wore pajama pants


I was a manatee
you- you were a cuttlefish,
i moved in cavalcades, lumbering
you could choreograph a ballad in the muscle tissue of a subtle twitch
masquerade as something other, make your outer colors switch
i was sculpted out of slate, you grew out a floral wreath
i had dorsal flippers, you had tentacles and plural feet
and twisted past the crevices and left me by the coral reef 

bereft of thought, left abroad
always acted like you spoke the breath of God
concrete cephalopod
of course you couldn’t let me in
coagulate your casing when I touched you with my ventral fin
polaroids with exes, you had emerald skin, several tints
watched your soma shimmer when you texted him
i’ve seen all your colors fade, it’s me that you’ve lost interest in
beige or blue at home but you could toggle through a range of hues
flash an orange smile to men that you were just a stranger to
never was a creature that you couldn’t change into, 
nothing complicated for you mimic octopus, what can’t you do 
stage yourself an angelfish, change to an electric eel,
arrange yourself in halo rings, conduct a charge of sex appeal

never knew if you would give me voltage or a spark,
me, a goldfish at the surface, you would puncture through the dark
as you were coming, never knew if you were dolphin or a shark
when you pulled your disappearing act and cast me your good-byes
i would ask you why you’re leaving, you would mask it with your lies
selective memory, forget the good, remember when i fucked shit up
hold onto regrets and petty arguments with suction cups
bioluminescent, you would find me if try and hid
giant squid feelers, venom lion fish fins

when you pulled your disappearing act and cast me your good-byes
i would ask you why you’re leaving, you would mask it with your lies
practiced master of disguise, go and blast me with your dyes
inkjet smokescreen me with mascara from your eyes

i was nothing like you; i was colorless, maladroit
i saw us as lovers, not as color-coded data points
on some sort of a lab report, i tried to become you
change my patterns often and take us back to what we had before
but i could never do it, you could see through my chromatophores
control me with your colors, what’s a sea cow to a matador 


you- you were a darter fish
facelift artifice
garter snakeskin scales
shapeshift cartilage


I was the camera shutter

you were the camera flash

you dressed in camouflage

I- I wore pajama pants


I was a manatee

you- you were a cuttlefish,

i moved in cavalcades, lumbering

samsa - cuttlefish

this beat tape was inspired by lupin the 3rd soundtracks
TRACK LIST:
1.secret (thief)
2.sensation (marksman)
3.fusion (inspector)
4.fujiko (associate)
5.circle (samurai)

world's greatest thief

world's greatest thief (Beat Tape)

Hope you all enjoy, support on bandcamp or DL here
https://soundcloud.com/nikon9200
https://soundcloud.com/potsupotsu
Manga: Bleach

Lé Real - don't follow me w/ potsu

Jhfly - Sudden Death

self control

feat thiago

prod erameld x kiedo

pic via four80media

self control (feat. thiago) [prod. erameld & kiedo]

Lyrics:

Chorus:
If I ain't love this I'd say fuck it I would just walk away,
Avoid the public often cuz I just don't fuck with the fake,
It kinda sucks when what you hate is what is up in the game,
Anyways I'ma stay doing my thing

Verse 1:
Tell me is it all worth it or not,
I put everything I got into this I rehearse what I jot,
Going broke just to make it fuckin work to be honest,
I been getting impatient with the whole fucking process,
Music is my outlet to express myself,
So fuck it I ain't holding back I'm who's next to hell with who you bumping cuz a motha fucka rhymes are weak,
I stay humble but I gotta speak what I believe,
It's like I wanna blow up but I don't,
Cuz I'm tired of being alone broke stuck in my home,
I just wanna do shows tour the whole fucking globe,
But these fucking labels call me and they ghosting my phone,
Fuck it I don't need em,
Or your idols feature,
I came up in this shit alone and still nobody speak the real shit that I been speaking,
Make a fuckin image and a fake persona,
So the checks stay coming in until their banks are fuller,
Fuck

Chorus:
If I ain't love this I'd say fuck it I would just walk away,
Avoid the public often cuz I just don't fuck with the fake,
It kinda sucks when what you hate is what is up in the game,
Anyways I'ma stay doing my thing,
But I got love for anyone of you we one and the same,
I find the jealousy you harbor is whats causing you pain,
All of these people they look up to me and others they hate,
Anyways I'ma stay doing my thing

Verse 2:
Back when I was younger I knew I just wanna rap,
Nowadays talent doesn't even matter only stats do,
That's why the best artists always in the back and the other motha fuckas songs simpler to rap to,
I been through too much,
And if I give it up I invested too much,
So it wouldn't be worth it not at all,
Made a promise that it all would come together to my mom and she believed in me when I was writing lyrics in the halls,
Now that falls approaching,
My anxiety been creeping while I'm tryna focus,
People constantly DM me saying I'ma blow up anyday,
So I'm grateful where I came from and that I'm saving lives everyday,
If you cry to this just know I felt the same,
The last few days been so fucking stressful on my brain,
But my message is as plain as thank you all who show support,
And I'm glad I could do the same through the songs that I record

Chorus:
If I ain't love this I'd say fuck it I would just walk away,
Avoid the public often cuz I just don't fuck with the fake,
It kinda sucks when what you hate is what is up in the game,
Anyways I'ma stay doing my thing,
But I got love for anyone of you we one and the same,
I find the jealousy you harbor is whats causing you pain,
All of these people they look up to me and others they hate,
Anyways I'ma stay doing my thing

rabbit hole (prod. KAMAARA)

im still not over you, and i still cant sing... (prod. Peachy!)

No One

No One (prod.urbs)

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How You Think

dweeb and too ugly - how you think

Tired of falling asleep alone at night </3

Shoutout to my loves @kuzumellow & @fradical for helping me make this magic song :-)

Lyrics:

Late night, I don't know why, I feel butterflies
As you pass me by
Hoping they fly away and say goodbye
Hoping I could be that guy
Leaving in the morning
Never give a warning as we both wonder why 

Dark nights, like charcoal 
Turn to early mornings, staring out the window
Red alert 
Angel on patrol 
Dirty mirror in the bathroom, look into my soul
Please don't judge me
I still look dead and bummy
You still look good
It's kinda funny how we say we're only friends
But it's hard to believe 
When the eyes they deceive
Together when the night ends

Rosy cheeks, caught in a lie 
Knees weak when you look into my eyes
You make me feel some type of way 
Hope I do the same, hope I don't sound crazy
I'm always hoping that you come through 

I know we're both a little rough around the edges
And it's hard to build something when you burn down all your bridges
It's okay if you don't call it love
Hold my hand, it's enough 
I hope I don't annoy you and I hope you know I give a fuck 

Late night, I don't know why, I feel butterflies
As you pass me by
Hoping they fly away and say goodbye
Hoping I could be that guy
Leaving in the morning
Never give a warning as we both wonder why 

Shooting galleries and missing me with all your pellets 
Maybe I should take a shot, what's your name I love your presence
Saying oh lord, oh lord, you got me
She's more, she's more than I adore
Thinking bout her when she's sitting in the shower
Came out asking me if she could stay another hour 
There ain't no problem when you're with me you got all the power
Did you want some juice, breakfast in the afternoon

Thinking it's a trap and there is no turning back 
Tryna hide all my emotions but they're breaking through a crack 
That our last encounter made
I'm hoping that it stays the same 
When we meet again
You're my only friend

Panoramic view of all our messes 
Really like the parts that show me when your in your dresses
Error 404, the things I once adored are leaving one by one
Walking out the door

Buy/stream <3

Late night feat. Kuzu Mellow (Prod. Frad)

Here's my share of dreamy vibes from the new ChilledCow's "1 Am. Study Session" -compilation. There's vinyls as well! :)

-- 1 Am. Study Session --
Vinyls: https://qrates.com/projects/19467
Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2LBqzdn
Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id/1489080285

-- Kupla --
https://www.instagram.com/kuplasound/
https://www.facebook.com/kuplasound/
https://spoti.fi/2urfxg6

im still not over you, and i still cant sing... (prod. Peachy!)

phe phe