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SONG CREDITS:
Produced by Ant.
Mixed by Ant.
Mastered by Joe LaPorta.

Ant - That Old Bongo Joint

The official audio for Sa-Roc's "Amazing Grace"

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SONG CREDITS:
Written & Performed by Sa-Roc
Produced by Sol Messiah
Mixed by Eddie Sancho
Mastered by Joe LaPorta

LYRICS:
The stars and planets aligned
The day the architects premiered my uncanny design
I played it humble cuz I stumbled on this warpath
But they named me overlord of choice and recorded my crimes
I came from DC, moved down to home of the Peachtree
Gave up on my degrees to push blessed decree
My eps is known for putting spirits on the rocks-it’s a deep freeze 
They fast talking, I am wishing them Eid Mubarak – seasons greetings
They out of my range, my lead too far
I graduated from secular bars to penning surahs
This for all the clowns that discounted me like a Groupon 
Got that first taste of luxe, now they stuck in a drunken stupor
I do this for my front stoop and latchkey initiates
That knew that we was worth more than the state of our conditioning
My position solid gold. Nothing plated but these Michelin 
Star dishes. Another missive from the greatest out the district

HOOK
They said I was ready. I couldn’t see it
Guess I had it in me, all I had to do was be it
I made it off the corners, next up is coliseums
Should’ve never called me dope because motherfucker, I believe it
And you should believe it too
Believe me, we need you too
You know what you need to do
Just be unbelievable
That make you unbeatable
It’s giving me AMAZING

Went through the worst and lived to tell it-left with battle scars
Kept up the journey, couple U-turns, left that gravel charred
Guess that perspective gave my point of view some gravitas
Rounding up these lightweights like a cattle call and I’m the reigning Matador
A lot of red flags in these arenas and them podiums. 
My talents bloated ain’t a category that could hold them
Rep them sinners and them Saints like alligators and magnolias
What I learned from both turned all out assault into allegories. Sacred orator
Went from hide and seek in pissy corridors
To writing tomes that might just save the culture from the coroners
They spinning chrome, Im tryna fill voids like dark matter
Buss and splatter this ozone with holy water out of Florida 
Make sure your shit talk is courageous
Subliminals for the timid, y’all can get this venom spit from my uraeus
Built for chaos I find peace in all the pieces I display on this conveyance
while my competition parading for the payoffs
They pushing P. My name in dialogues where Alex Pushkin be 
Them cats that’s self-proclaiming king sound rather puss to me 
Meanwhile, I’m quoting 2Pac and Toussaint in Tuscany 
With flow ordained where Nile valley and black Kush would meet
Libertad, this the vibe every scheme that I devise 
I’m a product of a birth that almost signaled my demise
That's why my aura the purest, but my ego oversized
See that’s what happens when guru and a genius coincide

HOOK
They said I was ready. I couldn’t see it
Guess I had it in me, all I had to do was be it
I made it off the corners next up is coliseums
Should’ve never called me dope because motherfucker, I believe it
And you should believe it too
Believe me we need you too
You know what you need to do
Just be unbelievable
That make you unbeatable
It’s giving me AMAZING

Sa-Roc - Amazing Grace

Gate 13

The Glow

Chili Sauce (feat. James Melo & Mr. MICRO)

I'll Show You

Never the Twain Shall Meet

fakebreaker

fakebreaker (Instrumental)

This Just In!

bodega cat (24th & 8th)

Hip Hop Shit

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SONG CREDITS:
Produced, Written & Performed by Aesop Rock
Keys by Asher Fulero

LYRICS:
Ok, fuck all that bullshit though
I’m picky, I only open books that glow
Whodunnits and cozy mysteries, who stole the crypt keys 
Who showed the minions to the minced meat, it was me
Hut hut, helmet off, blitz the whole bitstream 
Override the A/V in, with A/V out the in-between
IV in, 1 of Epi, 1 of Ralph Steadman
Phoebe Judge, EPMD, the Amazing Kreskin
His bag is a braided bread, in the oven for 30 days
It’s never the same twice, it’s always a perfect bake
It’s purple prose when you're looking for just the facts
You wanna know where I been, some other where nothing’s mapped
Lost at the Waldbaums, faded facing 30-thousand square feet of wrong aisle Long Isle, strong man, roll up in a Pontiac siege tower 
Fire an arrow 45 degrees down
Accounting for the breeze
I can do that shit where you nock two arrows at once 
And shoot to counter separate things
I can hit a moving target from a moving target
It’s a rabbit from an equine, it’s an ET from a starship
The stoicism only misdirection for the metrics
It doesn’t represent the actual pressure through the plexus 
Or that maybe why I’m terrible with names is cause I’m special
At memorizing the exits during those same seconds
I jumped into a volcano
Climbed up, only to say my today is not on no today show
All recorded history is forfeit to the fuego
It’s infinite present tense, presently on some next
Referencing something ancient that play to current events 
In a way that feels just too flagrant to’ve occurred by itself 
I know that sound absurd as all hell
I don’t even know what I’m saying for certain, surely it’s “help”, uhhhh help?

Same bat-time, same bat-channel 
Same flatline, same plaid flannel 
Same bad gamble, same graf name on the ax handle
Brand new taxidermied mammal on the mantle
Man, man, I ain’t sneaking by the sleeping bear
I mean, if you ain’t down to let it eat you, why you even here? 
Pigeon on my shoulder like a goth Rio
The putdown Picasso here to un-massage the ego
I’m friend or foe depending on the content in your keynote
And not above the lobbing of a rotten tomatillo
Honestly, it’s getting hard to watch like paradise for parking lots 
Nevermind that parking lots are paradise, the paradox
Oh the places you'll go and exploding aerosols
The running with a boiling beaker in a pair of tongs 
Drink a shot of ant and roach, eat a bowl of Cherry Bombs 
With peri-peri, no, with chimi-churri sauce 
Boyhood drawing b-boys with big sneakers
Til the shoe fit, now they pouring plaster in the foot print
Take it to the lab, show the cast to the bull pen
All you get is choruses of “I call bullshit”
That’s how a giant flyeth under the radar for so long
Y’all underestimate the day-arc I’m on
The stay dark at dawn, carnival barker, the autumn Barbisol marksman
The can up the arm of his Nautica parka
At large, from playing dig dug at the IHOP
To undead 3-inch-punching a pine box
To, magus of the month, 3 months standing
In more than magenta, yellow, and Cyan Ink
It’s a wave, it ebb and it swellIt could celebrate the memory or separate the cells
it could focus on excelling or accentuate the Hell
That’s excellent, Can it send help? Cuz uhhhh… help

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Black Samson, the Bastard Swordsman

Mandingo (feat. Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Method Man & Cappadonna)

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Freeway
Grayskul
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I Self Devine
Jake One
Los Nativos
MF DOOM
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Mr. Dibbs
Musab
Nikki Jean
P.O.S
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Psalm One
Sa-Roc
Semi.Official
Soul Position
Step Brothers (Alchemist x Evidence)
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