netajin - 5

netajin - Everyman

netajin - Constellation (ft. malparida)

Haven't posted in a while hi,  know that you are loved and you are doing so well. Shoutout to @zachedelic for this wonderful collab 


A side (chakra) 

0:00 alluring 

0:47 clouded 

1:43 believeit

2:44 cither 

3:08 dontletgo

B side (zachedelic)

4:00 - 2023_07_30

4:44 - angel eyes

5:28 - karma

6:12 - myself

chakra x zach

soundcloud.com/takeyouthere7

soundcloud.com/kuntilana

Chihiro - bonus[NTSC]NUANCEPEACE(USA)

3MITSU - CALLONME *PSG EXCLUSIVE*

"cleaning the seen & everything inbetween" 
   - the don danma
(j.changed up)

j.changed up

julian durbin - Bonus 03

reflips/old beats/sum stuff from yesterday:) peace+luv

wcfr (wandcraftedfriedrenditions), 2024.

ff.loops_1

As the wizard ventured away from his tower he searched for power and new possibilities to develop his spells. The forbidden grimoire had called to him in dreams, promising knowledge beyond mortal understanding. Ancient wizards had sealed it away, claiming its power threatened the very fabric of reality. but the Wizard was omniscient. Or perhaps he had simply grown too proud. Now the wizard rotten from the grimoire waves his staff and chants his spells.

shout out to 
mylifeinthemiddle: https://soundcloud.com/mylifeinthemiddle
foule monk: https://soundcloud.com/foulemonk
ripdejas: https://soundcloud.com/ripdejas
waramy; https://waramy.bandcamp.com/

one4ntmno

“Vibes in the Chaos”
In the bustling heart of Lagos, where the streets hum with music and the air pulses with possibility, lived two souls who never quite fit the mold.

Amara was a whirlwind—her thoughts danced faster than her feet, and her feet never stopped moving. She painted murals at dawn, forgot breakfast by noon, and could recite poetry she’d never written. Kofi was no less electric. He’d start five projects before lunch, lose his keys twice a day, and somehow remember every lyric to every song that ever made him feel something.

They met at a rooftop party—neither of them was supposed to be there. She was chasing a stray idea, he was following a beat he heard from the street. Their eyes locked over a spilled drink and a shared laugh. From that moment, their lives became a duet of beautiful distractions.

They missed dates, forgot anniversaries, and left half-written love notes in each other’s shoes. But they also danced in the rain, made playlists for each other at 3 a.m., and turned every ordinary moment into a celebration. Their love wasn’t tidy—it was a freestyle, a rhythm that only they could hear.

One night, under fairy lights and the echo of drums, they wrote a song. It wasn’t perfect. The verses zigzagged, the chorus came twice, and the bridge was improvised. But it was theirs. A love letter in Afrobeat, pulsing with joy, chaos, and the kind of connection that doesn’t need fixing—just feeling...

ff.loops_1

naiyō