so slick. such an awesome style. rasmus you kill it. super creative and memorable sound. cant wait to work togethr again

LYRiQz ovuh E’YthinG

nYc 717LYn 

stAY wittY

great poetic lyrics of this lonely feeling, and smooth boom bap flow and great energetic despair in the delivery. very nice song!

I've just released a new track that touches on the simple but sincere theme of asking friends for money for soup. This beat, at 100 BPM, is a reflection of life's small struggles and connections about asking friends for money for soup. I hope it resonates with you.

More beats and collaborations are in the pipeline, so keep an ear out.

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Trying To Get Some Soup

MY MAN Y FACES
REMAIN FACELESS
BLANK CANVAS
CHASES TASTELESS
IN ORDER
FOR QUICK REWARD
REMOVE THE HAT
GET THE LOOK UP
OF THE BORED
THE FOOLED
BY ORDER OF
JUST ALL OF THAT
THAT EXACTS
THE FORM OF LIVING
TAKING LESS
WITH MORE GIVIN
LOOKING POOR
BUT WITH MORE
TO GIVE THEM
I'M HIDDEN
LIKE SITTING
PICKING TARGETS
HEADPHONES ON
SCRIBBLING PAPER DON
WORDS ARE BORN
NOT FORMED/
ON THE LIPS
THEY ARE TORN FROM
TO THE WIND
THEY ARE GONE AGAIN
SEEDING UP THE EARS
LIKE GUTTERS
WITH SHIT AGAIN
TO MAKE AMENDS
I TRY TO CLEAR
WITH JUST A PEN
TO GET THE FLOW AGAIN
BUT IT OFTEN ENDS
WITH THE EFFORT SPENT
WITH NOTHING TO SHOW
I'M BLUFFING FOES
WITH OLD PROSE
SLIGHTLY TWISTED I SUPPOSE
A DYING ANIMAL
WITH ALL THIS HEAT
AND FUR
BUT JUST COULDN'T EVOLVE
TO SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF
FROM SUN UP
THE BATTLES ROUGH
LIKE NO RAZORS
OLD FACES
NEW PLACES
OLD LACES
NEW TRAINERS
OLD PLACES
NEW FACES
OLD HATERS
UNTIL THE SUN DOWN
BASICS OF A WHOLE DAY
DISPLAYED IN A CABINET
NOT HAVING IT
I'M OPEN DOORS
A FREE FOR ALL
TO BATTLE
BUT THE MATTER IS
I'M LOOSING HEART
FIND IT HARD TO START
WISH I COULD TEAR IT APART
BUT LIKE SOME OLDER FOLKS
I,LET THE BLOOD BYPASS
THE STOP IN THE PATH
THE BREAKS ARE MENTAL
TRAVEL THE LOWER ARC
TO RE EMERGE
LIKE AN AGED 
GENERATION
AND HALF CHARGED
CAUSE MATE
THAT'S ALL I CAN TAKE
I'M HALF ARSED

Many Faces . Beats bossed by Dictionary X

Change Everything for Us

I'M THE FUTURE LOOSING
SUPER SLUETHING
IMPROVING
ON  HUMAN
NECCESITY
WELL DEFINATELY
NEVER LET DOUBT
SINK
LIKE
MIDDLE OCEAN
COMMOTION
BOATS POSTING
STEAM COASTING
BROKEN
WATER LETTING FISH IN
INJESTING PROSE
OF THE LOWS
THE DROWNED FOES
CAUSE NO FRIEND
COULD AMEND
THE COLD FLOWS
THAT GRIP
MAKING  NAILS RIP
AS THE FINGERS SLIP
AND PUNCTURE HOLES
DIMINISHING BUOYANCY
DROWNING
LOOSING  TO LETHARGY
AS THE FEET STILL
STATIC
LIKE LOOKING FOR SAFETY
HAMEERING ON DOORS OF EMBASSIES
DON'T EVEN SEE
THE CURTAIN TWITCH
THE URGENCY IS VERBALLY FIRMLY
ETERNALLY 
TOO MANY PROBLEMS CERTAINLY
FOR OTHERS TO COMMITT
THE TIME TO HELP
SO I HIDE IT
LIKE THEE SHIT DON'T FIT
 STITCHED VELCRO
 PULL MYSELF TOGETHER
HERE'S MY HAND
I WILL HELP YOU

MY MEASURE
OF SITUATIONS
CAUSING MUTINY
I DON'T PLAY WRITE
AND INTERSECT THE STORIES
OF MANY
THERE'S PLENTY
TO HIT UPON THE MIND
AND LEAVE YOU DULL
PICKED OFF LIKE
ROTTEN FLESH AND HUNGRY GULLS
OF SOMEONE TYRYING TO WIN
IT BORES ME LIKE THE MANY JAWS
OF A  LEVITHAN
ILLUMINATING A BACK STORY
OF THE MANY BEFORE
BEFORE HE STARTS DINNING
THOSE PINNING SOULS OLD
GROWTH OF DESPAIR FLARES
THE ACHES OF THE AFFAIRS
OF THE HEART
THAT CHOSE CHAIRS 
AND WAIT THERE
LIKE CHOKE HOLDS
AND NO AIR
THE TEETH SNAP
LEAVING LEGS BELOW
SHOWERED IN BLOOD
THE SPERATION
AN EXAGERATION
OF AN IDEA INFLATING
LIFTING GIFTING
MOVING SYSTEMS
ISN'T  SOMATIC
A BODILY PRISON
BOUND B Y RULES
THIS IS WORDS SLIPPING
TO THE SOUNDS
GIVEN
SURROUND ME
I'M LIVING
THEY FOUND ME
NOW THEY ECHO OUT
MY SOUL
LIKE I'M STOOD THERE
SHOUTING AT THE MOUNTAIN
AMMOUNTING TO NOTHING
BUT SOMETHING
BUILDING
AND FILLING
THE WINDS START HOWLING
MY LUNGS COMPRESS
AND PRESS
THE WORDS BEYOND MY LIPS
AND IT SLIPS
LIKE BAGGED FIGURES
FROM LOADING BAY DOORS
ON ROCKY PARTS BORN
THAT SMASH AND RIP APART
BEFORE THE START OF  THE ART FORM
DYING FOR THE PHYSICAL 
TO THE DEATH
 PERFORM
PERFORMING A FORMULA
OF FLUID THOUGHTS
THAT STILL CORNER
CATCHING SHIT
LIKE TURNS IN SEWAGE PIPES
CHANGE THE ANGLE
BRING IT BACK
IF WE ANGLE IT

When the fire starts

a song that goes all over the place, mostly Ukraine, mostly all Ukrainian samples. free to use

 it took me a long time to find the right word but after much googling it is "serendipity". shout out to the whole the loopdiggers crew, drift dean, dynamo p, phable, pigeon, donnie q, dkoda, sunny keif, ace ha, project lab, silly sellec, and all the many many talented people on soundcloud and beyond...

check the loopdiggers records page for a group of musicians from all over. weekly sample challenges, discussions on beats and music, and weekly reviews of the playlist from myself.

u crane in the membrane/ song of loop diggers

The Embodiment Freestyle Prod. Abstrakt

See me weaving through these rain drops.
Pick it up. Take it slow.
It’s not the only way the pain can stop,
But it may be the only way I know.

See me weaving through these rain drops.
Cut ‘em off. Cause a scene.
Wishing it could be the way it was
But isn’t that the way it’s always been?

Since the last time I let ya down, I let ya down
All I did was fall in love.
She did her magic and she kept me round, she kept me round
But I can’t have it all at once.

I wrote a letter and I signed my name, I signed my name
But don’t know who to give it to.
The choice is obvious and I’m to blame, yes I’m to blame
I’m sorry. It was always you.

Here I am in this kitchen,
A blurry vision of the world I’ve been missing.
I’m hanging by a thread, but I’m still living.
So, please don’t let me go. Don’t make me go.

It’s all for you
You’re all I need
It’s all for you
You’re all I need

Don’t put me out. I promise now,
you’re the only habit that I wanna fall into.
See my eyes. Realize.
I’m the man you love and holy shit do I miss you.

Hand out. I stand down,
fully at your mercy as I pray that you reach back.
And I know, you move slow
But she don’t, I can’t do it on my own.

Here I am in this kitchen,
A blurry vision of the world I’ve been missing.
I’m hanging by a thread, but I’m still living.
So please don’t let me go. Don’t make me go.

It’s all for you
You’re all I need
It’s all for you
You’re all I need

It’s all for you
You’re all I need
It’s all for you
You’re all I need

Painkiller (Live Demo)

Don't take my picture.
There's a cop behind the lens.
I'm not sayin' that I'm doin' something bad but,
I guess the less they know, the better off I am.

Somebody told me once, you should never wake a sleepwalker.

Don't take my picture
'cause I can't see behind the lens.
These internet privacy settings may be
the biggest oxymoron there has ever been.

Somebody told me once, you should never wake a sleepwalker.

I ain't now Socrates. I ain't no Cornell West.
I'm just a regular guy with a head up on my neck,
but I don't need no Einstein to see that times are changing.

And I ain't no Nietzsche. I ain't no Aristotle.
I'm just a regular guy sippin wisdom outta bottle,
but I don't need no Newton to see the gravity of things.

Somebody told me once, you should never wake a sleepwalker,
but never told me why or what would happen if I did.
So, you can bet I went ahead and woke a sleepwalker
and she thanked me, 'cause last time she fell down the steps.

Don't take my picture
and give it to this world to see
'cause I don't know much about this world,
but whoever runs it sure as hell knows you and me.

Somebody told me once, you should never wake a sleepwalker.

I ain't now Socrates. I ain't no Cornell West.
I'm just a regular guy with a head up on my neck,
but I don't need no Einstein to see that times are changing.

And I ain't no Nietzsche. I ain't no Aristotle.
I'm just a regular guy sippin wisdom outta bottle,
but I don't need no Newton to see the gravity of things.

Somebody told me once, you should never wake a sleepwalker,
but never told me why or what would happen if I did.
So, you can bet I went ahead and woke a sleepwalker
and she thanked me, 'cause last time she fell down the steps.

Don't Take My Picture

Your sangreal

I Will Not Forget

time just tick.



Long distance rummaging rapper type of fella, who needed beats so decided to try and make his own from the nefarious world of bargain vinylment. Lost track of time and realised he'd forgotten to write the words he was creating to support. Now on a mission without the time he can never find, he jigsaws verse and beats at glacial speed for fun often miss-laying the final piece- but happy in the knowledge there's fullfilment in the incomplete.

If your hearing things and wishing it was an instrumental, drop a line and i'll try to get it sorted folks.

Thanks!
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Toolage : Mpc 1000, 2500, 1210's, Microphones,Vinyl addiction,Pens, Paint, People, Computers, Freebie stickers, and other bits of shizz i'll include as they get used. 

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