Canary Wharf freestyle

Canary Wharf freestyle (feat. Oatmilkandcodeine)

dl on bc: 
https://vyaliyy.bandcamp.com/track/playboi-carti-h00dbyair-vyaliyy-reefer-edit

playboi carti – h00dbyair -vyaliyy reefer edit-

Interpretes: EQ, Estratosfera, Qiri
Productores: EQ, Estratosfera, Qiri
Compositores: Laura Ferreira, Candela Lucia Mattera
Mix & Master: Pablo Bursztyn
Label y MGMT: Fractura
Buenos Aires, Argentina

Boytoy

EQ, Estratosfera, Qiri • BOYTOY

Where is my mind?

An abandoned oil rig stands in for the garden of Eden. A garden is a walled space with vegetation. It contains encrypted knowledge of good and evil. 777 terabytes of data contained in a single gram of DNA. Wiping a tear off your cheek. Salty. 

The ocean is grey. Makes you feel like there's something wrong with it. What's the word?
'Contaminated'
Mandate Tonic,
Dance Titan Om,
An albatross has swallowed an Evian bottle.
When 2 become 1. 

Like all people, they contained multitudes. Like all situations, this was several situations at once. sometimes I looked away and ate peanuts and drank Club Mate. Sometimes I thought about what time it was. Then I was on the verge of tears. Then I laughed a lot. 

420 Park Avenue
Drexciya
François Rabelais
Quake 7 Arena
Caiman Nearness
Arcane Sans Mine
Amnesia Scanner

In a taxicraft. Magnetic hover. Tunnels. Plebs light fires and roast stray cats. Taste memory of gnawing on stringy cat meat. Cats are mostly bones and fur. Memories of paper money, also on fire. Memories of diamonds. Rare minerals, tea bowls repaired with gold.
Kintsugi.  Gnu I Kits. King Suit.
Nothing less than a 1000 years old. 

Street view, upper level: 
Gregorian monks in technical fabrics. Robes with mesh and intelligence. UV face tattoos glow in the dark. Yellow contacts, sharp fangs.  
Monks are chanting:
Google Krishna,
Shrinkage Go Lo,
Angels Rig Hook,
Regal Kings Ooh, 

Ice cream melting on his chest.
Yourdicklooksgreatinthoseheels.com
Handguns, rare butterflies. elaborate prison tattoo of a tiger in mid leap. 
Augmented reality contact lenses. 
Red bull energy drink.
Fleshlight. Shell fight.
Septum streched, thicker rings are more beautiful. chain on neck.
Bull ring on nose.
Fake lashes. AFK lashes. 
Nails so long that these hands can no longer grab things. 
Voice control override.
This could be us but you playin'

thunderdome
thunderdome anagrams

We're gonna take everything before we secess. We need more weapons. Hi-speed Wi-Fi provided by drones is a given. Arab money in ciphered currencies. Treasure island. Buccaneers and buried gold.

A stream of more or less violent crimes.
What was violence again? 

Floor 312. We're there. I hand the driver a flake of skin and a fingernail.

The oil rig. A bird flies over. We extend our arm and stand completely still. Bird lands. Bird makes sound. Gently touch bird. It lets that happen. Bird says: ______________ . Identify bird: sparrow. Place filter on sparrow. Mosaic, turbulent displace, hue/saturation. Bird is simplified, jagged edges, orange for now. 

scan

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Text by Jaakko Pallasvuo

Angels Rig Hook contains:
AS DeathCon Valley
AS Titan (ॐ)
AS Creeper
AS Exopsalm
AS Treasure Island
AS Oil Rigged
AS Seagullz

12” Dubplate
A: Angels Rig Hook (14:04)
AA: Engraving 

AS ANGELS RIG HOOK

Citylights (with Esben Weile Kjær)

Quinn Bentley - RED 40
Quinn Bentley 

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℗ Bentley Entertainment

Quinn Bentley - RED 40

Quinn Bentley - Liquorice Whip

oh dell

bby
said that we cld run away
u can hate me
don’t forget my face
oh bby
i got everything u need
oh bby
i’ll be everything u need
said u need me
why u gotta leave
u can end me
leave my by the beach
i been smoking
i been smoking by the sea
i been smoking
so much gas i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
uh
breathe breathe
uh
i cant breathe

please please
just give me 1 more chance
yh i’m begging on my knees
just give me 1 more phone call
yh it’s rlly all i need
just give me 1 more night with u
just give ur love 2 me
just give me 1 more pill
i still see u in my sleep
got percys in my jeans
n i got percys in my jeans
my bro serving up them fiends
n i still see u in my dreams

just 1 more (michaelwarren)

all alone in the night
just beyond, just in sight


what's the time, where's the light
am I far too late?

from the moon, like a knife
comes a phantom ray

in the eyes or the heart
but it's hard to say

* * *

eyes dry just to well up higher
and the tide runs and hides to make room for the fire

I asked the sky "is there truth in desire?"
and it turned aside and the light became brighter

Well

"As the witness of my own luxury,
The shards from my Land,
Where few stones turn Ember,
In the turmoiled Valley.

The sound of the strings,
Intoxicated and vacant,
The bliss of an Era,
Utterly shattered.

As if it would rhyme,
Down on your knees.
Obliviated the shrine,
Nail to the breeze.

Fortune, at the edge,
Last stand of a grounded souvenir ;
First brand of the new gear,
Away from what I carry."


These two tracks are part of lost chapters from my stolen library and they recall to a shortened prime time, trying to re:connect with a forgotten essence. To dance in the shadows and weep in the lights.


Music by Kurama
Album art by Simon Kounovsky
http://simonkounovsky.eu/

Quinn Bentley - RED 40

qbpb

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