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SONG CREDITS:
Written, produced and performed by DJ Abilities

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DJ Abilities - Worldwide

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Producer Cess Less creates a tranquil, almost meditative vibe with just a touch of mysticism – an ideal soundscape for Aesop Rock and Homeboy Sandman to deliver over three minutes of humorously witty societal observations and personal anecdotes.

LYRICS: 
Homeboy Sandman:

You’ll understand my sense of urgency 
I be the cat that put “emergence” in emergency 
More than a half a mind to save my whole community 
I’m just not certain what something like that’ll do to me
Sandy’s on the mound and pitching for the home team
All the information’s listed on the home screen 
Once I started ain’t no switchin’ out to plan b
Once I started ain’t no screaming out “it can’t be”
You can catch the bluest ribbon in the red sea 
You can catch the true and living in the dead sea 
Magic lingers while the fingers on your screen scroll
Please believe it you can read it in the sea scrolls
Fortune frowns on anybody out to take lives
If you’re considering a silly thing then take five
I am avid as I’m having me a great time
I’m aware you might have heard this through the grapevine 
When I’m chompin on the bit it ain’t a bit dull
If you want it you can get it thru your thick skull
See I grew up on Atari playing pitfall
See I grew up on Safari of the brick walls
I’m a composite of many different aspects
I’m a undercover operative of aztecs 
Bastion riding falcor tryna spot artex
Examining the outdoors for the spot marked X
Behind the wheel of True’s land cruiser I cruise land
Listen and you’ll hear it it’s the spirit that moves man
Picking out a jacket for hijacking a news van
Rappers don’t know diddley but me I’m a blues man
I be on it like I saw it with a bird’s eye
If it’s doable I done it on my first try
Breaker breaker peep the phantom about to break fly
Every bit of data fatter than a steak fry
Doin what I gotta to remain on the blacklist 
Up until you find out that was only a catfish 
Every other human come including an asterisk 
Thank you all for snoozing now for using my last wish

Aesop Rock:

Pitched a few snow balls
Skipped a slew of rolls calls
Dipped into the sewer, grew his hair out like a troll doll
Blew the man-hole cover up to the sand bluff 
Down to the river took a knee with my hands cupped
Man-Ape free to hydrate or be ambushed
The slant grow from “look at him go” to  “heavens I can’t look” 
King Upsetter, surely cursed be the name 
Every word an urgent love letters bursting into flames
Editor-in-chief at the Bloodletter gazette
Every drip on the cement could fill-up another cassette, and does 
Reaper knocking at me through the diner glass 
Invite him in
Yes I know the die is cast, now try the grits
Let him get the check, and offer thirty seconds clear to run 
It’s ten before he skip the other twenty on some “here I come” 
Which way’d he go
Strafe and follow any trace of spirit gum
Mustache and glasses disappear into the zero sum 
No road atlas only roads to Damascus
Where the roses are for growing not for throwing at some pageant
Y’all just pinning little ribbons on each other as catfish 
Swimming in the chasm between what you publish and practice
I wake up every day and move different than I used to
Smarter than whichever bear’s assuming that you do too
Doozie after doozie, up and brushing off the lab coat 
Cold bath, bo staff, back on his Max Roach
Tap into the tape gun, mail you back to Hasbro
Bring me to the big cheese, all I see is crab toast
All you see is parachutes raining from the matmos 
All I see is parody and parroting and plateaus
‘Round here that’s pretty much a cousin to the flatline
I would rather level-up than fraternize with magpies 
Patron saint of Isolation, heart of palm and graphite 
Teaching kids to put away the crack pipe, that’s lice

Lice (Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman) - Catfish

So Many Other Realities Exist Simultaneously

Sculpting With Fire

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Written & performed by Slug
Produced by Ant

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Atmosphere - Sculpting With Fire

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Aesop Rock, Lupe Fiasco and Blockhead collaborate on Pumpkin Seeds – a project created in an effort to raise funds and awareness for two DIY skateparks in Dayton, Ohio: the Claridge DIY in Central Dayton and the Home Ave DIY in West Dayton. In addition to the digital single, the song is also available on limited 7" vinyl. The artwork for the song was illustrated by Justin "Coro" Kaufman. Proceeds from this release will go towards funding the two skateparks in Dayton.

SONG CREDITS:
Written & Performed by Aesop Rock & Lupe Fiasco
Produced by Blockhead

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Produced by Sol Messiah

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Sol Messiah - Rhymeslayers (Instrumental)

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SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere.
Produced by Ant.
Written and performed by Slug.
Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass & live drums by G Koop.
Piano, organ & slide guitar by Graham Richards.

LYRICS:
And when I was one was just the first son
To carry the burden I was barely a person
My folks were young but committed to keep up their end of the bargain
Protect me from harm and grow a garden
I was loved I was fed might sleep through the night
I was taught how to talk and how to read you from left to right
I learned to argue and fight from a distance
Where my vulnerability gets no recognition
And by the time I was eleven I was already defensive
An extension of environment and reinforced messages
Preemptively believed eventually I’ll be a failure
To my family and friendships
And when you mix it and blend it with contemporary pressures of
Adolescence emphasis on the consensus of
A book full of portraits but didn’t consider
That we’ve been sketching stick figures underneath bigger pictures

And on my twenty-first birthday already had my first born
Baby boy and maybe homie saved my life
But papa kept the motor running I’mma come and see you later
Trying to color up some paper trying to make this right
I realize most experiences are coincidental
But I’ll never let go of these regrets I hold
That’s why the pieces that were missing always felt more special
Better bring some bigger pencils to sketch my soul
But yo when I was thirty-one both ends burning them
Thought that I was lost in the jungle but I was in search of something
Learning how to deconstruct my puzzle
Permanently nervous I was in love with the hustle
The Devil went to Hell just to sell that selfishness
They tried to make me feel important I fell for it
Embarrassment and trepidation plus a healthy dose of
Self imposed limitations over my own illustrations
And when I struggled with the number forty-one
I had a couple more sons and it feel like my real life had just begun
It’s getting harder to translate
It’s likely I’ve already played my part of this landscape
And all of this time I been following my design
Trying to find a little solace in how the stars aligned
It kind of looks like glitter but every pixelated flicker
Gets the proper position in the biggest of pictures
And when I was fifty-one

On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on 
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on


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Atmosphere - Bigger Pictures

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SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere.
Produced by Ant.
Written and performed by Slug.

LYRICS:
I kinda feel like a stowaway (Okay)
I’m positive that it’s a negative connection
I’ve got a cup full of Novocaine (Okay)
Stairway to Heaven hope my name’s on the guest list (Go away)
My stress gets trapped between the shoulder blades
Searching for some benefits for perfect attendance
Keep attention span attentive like we dance around an open flame
I’ll trade a couple silver linings for some golden days
I confess I’m still trying to impress papa
I guess that I’m expecting I’ll see him again haha
Laughing on a cloud in some wings and a toga
And he’s asking why I never left Minnesota
Keep in mind previously thought impossible to find
All of these pieces that were needed to complete the design
I’m on the final lap then I go back to give my wife a spinal tap
Still writing rhymes like somebody got the time for that
 
The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
 
Tell me do you ever feel like an accident
Have you ever felt trapped beneath an avalanche
Do you ever ask if this experience is seriously happening
Me neither I can’t imagine it
We gotta pick up the pieces and keep traveling
Or maybe you can handle a hammer and build a ladder and
Explore the storm to find the source of the hunger and the pain
I stole a horse so I could run towards the thunder
And the reins broke and now this beast is my bestie
We used to chain smoke and now we drinking our veggies
We tell the same jokes and pretend that it’s okay 
Already know what Hell felt like when it’s frozen over
Snow covered roller coaster stuck in the alleyway
Dreaming about the day my poster’s up in a gallery
Feel the cold breeze brought me back to reality
I gotta get these groceries back to my family

The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath (Okay) 

And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just  


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Atmosphere - Holding My Breath

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Atmosphere
BK-One
Blueprint
Brother Ali
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Dilated Peoples
Dj Abilities
Evidence
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Face Candy
Felt
Freeway
Grayskul
Grieves
Hail Mary Mallon
I Self Devine
Jake One
Los Nativos
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Mr. Dibbs
Musab
Nikki Jean
P.O.S
Prof
Psalm One
Sa-Roc
Semi.Official
Soul Position
Step Brothers (Alchemist x Evidence)
Toki Wright
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