Just stumbled upon the video on Youtube. Big choon rude bwoy. Keep em coming!!

I love the track I used it in a Parkour Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zamxgEKhhQ

Gaaad damn love the way that Run-DMC sample was used at the intro! And the track dope too!

A great thanks for my man Inspectah Morze for composing this beautiful beat.

This song has been remastered to a more crisp sound as of the release of my mixtape, 95 KiD Undoubtedly Unknown, on 7th of March 2014. Lyrics below.

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Scheming for  bagels; seeking overseas like naval ships, 
So call the cops for some vodka and maple chips,
We able son, with ableton
We may stone like table gum,
Creating some, phat tracks, and wait until the paper come
The dick can wait, - So see ya later hun,
And don’t you please relate to something that must wait to come
I’m talking bout all these questions they keep on drilling 
Like who fucks who, who’s blue and who’s dealing?
Who drives a Civic in blue, who hittin on whom’s wife?
What’s happening on twitter, which dude’s lost his life,,
Shut your trap like a smack on ya face,
Face the back handed slap jack who slaps with a taste,
I’m back in the place, you know the best Kebab in town,
I’m swallowing down, meat and sauce is part of me now,
Then sorbets in all sorts of, sort of nice like paradise
Lyrically I orbit all this, spores and parasites
- Really my rhymes flawless, and forge Satellites 
- For scores like this are raw just like anthracite,
In the candle light I dine game solo,
No one but myself, no hoes who yelling yolo,
Oh no, I’m stuck on kush and yoda again,
Fall asleep by a bush, see the sofa my den
Bout a quarter hour later, woken up by my neighbour,
Chiddy Chiddy, Bang Bang, slam the damn babe up,
Feeling potato so I grab my phone,
Check the ratio to see who’s home – “What’s up baby?”
“I’m feeling lonely and I’m bout to go crazy,
Do you mind if we spend some time till I’m fine?”
I’m mad chill she accepts the request,
The Plan’s still to get her wet and undressed
My mad skills with these women are needless
Seduction strikes, when temptation is best.
I digress, wait for the subway while listening to onyx,
The lyrics, the stories I’m picturing like comics,
While rolling up a Joe, my mind flowing whole acres,
Ill lines I forget half an hour later,
Pick out my paper I’m hungry from that bobby,
In need of some chicken, cookin’ like teriyaki 
I’m Standing in Brooklyn, looking at some graffiti,
2pac with a blunt on fire, next to him - Biggy,
Walk to the park view houses by the bridge,
Where she live, my AM angel I call bitch,
Name Selena Sanchez, butter pecan hoe,
Brown hair, green eyes, skin like pure gold.
She got the top wavy, I got no socks mainly,
- I’m high like daily, we fuck a lot but plainly
Don’t understand how I got here,
Women used to hate me, now they crazy for my cock yea.
Fill up her glass of baileys till she rock chair,
She got a nice shaved pussy, ass’s top tier,
Drop her here, on the bed, unhook her push up
Tadaaa, two perfect tits staring at me like “wassup.?
I do the deed with ease she comes the sixth time,
Screaming that she’s tired and she’s leaking like a bridge line
I bust a nut and take a shower fore I watch a movie,
Tarantino, Pacino while eating candy fruity
Favorite Flavor is juicy apple and blueberry 
Bad boys with HEAT, a black charger and a blue chevy
I fall asleep on the couch after a sprite,
The last time I ever drank a fucking vodka in my life
It’s bout 10 AM I say goodbye to the hoe,
Walk 10 steps out and check out a record store,
Exit the door frame, run into some flowers,
Walking towards some figures who back from afterhours,
I hear somebody say my name as I turn left,
I see my man Rakeen, and with him, it’s Wyclef,
Aight I def smile for my brothaz on move,
Let’s smoke a grand doubie to the 9.6 grooves,
Super loopa big spliff, super shooter for moods,
I telling em bout last night, they calling me a fool,
That I’mma hurt her feelings, shit, ain’t got no time for that,
While time is killing, I go back to my flat,
Take up the notepad the pen and spit jewels clean,
You see my life ain’t so mad, it’s routine. X2
(It’s just routine)


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04 - Routine (Prod. InspectahMorze) *ReMstr

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Straight from the city Z, Repping the 95
9 lives these cats chase dogs and my eyes,-
Open up, I see the colors and misery,
Potion that a nigga smoking lets him fly in infinity.
Waiting for the ministry to come get me
I’m living a life, that my momma would call so deadly
And my biggest fright is not having a future at all
They say the money will come sooth ya but it will make you fall,
Kinda like a gravity switch,
This is calamity bitch,
So let my strategy shift,
My family rich, when it comes to homies 
Who don’t come equipped.
I’m acting like they still don’t know,
Just to be the bitch,
That was a fucked up statement, replacing,
These are simply sounds from the basement,
We chasing beats on pavements,
Masters with no patience, 
Once slave men and now trade men,

Cooking, these tracks tropical, You cats shooking, 
But that’s that and not the topical
Yo we got the flow that keep em obstacles with opticles
Written in chronicles, this spitting is demonical 
Phenomal I oppose the copy-all and stay cool,
Ain’t jewels if you ain’t feeling the blues,
You, do the dude but you still in school,
You little fool, how you dun act G is pityful
I keep it real for my goons with tracks that,
Blast phat, abstract, the 9 my back strap,
Ask that, divine when I rhyme and That’s that, 
That’s rap, it’s yours? Shit sounds like anthrax
That’s whack, a fact poor -something my Plan lacks
And that’s a rap chord, bumping like bad tracks
So pass, cause the next nigga sniffs,
No con-cain, just some biggaloupa spliffs
See my brain scarred mentally, gentally I’m surfing raw,
Brain cells fail, and I forget what I was searching for.
Forget what I was searching for…

05 - Basement Soul (Prod. GymLeaderMatt)

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I got this bitch on my mind like widgets
Gets me in instances like instant bliss 
With this persistance - I hold the subway ticket,
Wicked Sepia lights way above me shine my eye distance
While I distance myself from thy glistening eyes,
I’m sizzling like thai Inscents from her golden thighs
Green curry, only chicken no fish, 
Why do I daydream so much about that bitch?
I can’t focus on my meal,
Green Tea clutched in my hands against the chill,
We are all killed by love sublimely,
He lives inside the dream but in time-he.
Find heaps of lies buried untidy
Gear up my phones only sounds odda 90s.
 My knees get high please like eye sees.
Aight please, Sweet dreams is where you’ll find me.
Mine’s prayer this girl’s an alligator
I stand with wet feet waiting get on my waitor,
Hater, you may hate, but not take what is great.
The inspiration you gift me is more than I create,
I hope you relate to my words now,
This is a story bout a queen who stole the lord’s crown
To Fjord’s town, I can’t find the noun but the despair,
hip hop has stolen my identity, a bitch rare.
Coffee and cigarettes at noon while I’m writing,
beats in my ear keep my life exciting,
These streets inclined in,
Define him, the man who rhymes sly, pen aiming to the sky rim.
Irony in the heist of Heisenberg
Hiding the iron merge into the debths of her fire’s purge
I dun urge to oppose my love’s words.
Writing my thoughts at lunch, my tongue hurts
And it burns. 


06 - Heist Of Heisenberg (That Bitch) Prod. San-T

This was my first full length LP originally released in 2008 via Goon Trax records and once again digitally in 2010 by Digi Crates records. I guess enough people did not know about it because people have been rediscovering it as of late. There is a lot of craziness behind this LP from meeting a cool new crew of friends, to a mysterious stolen hard drive. Looking back it's worth the rediscovery so I packed in a couple of extras and all the lyrics to the LP are available as well. If you can spare a couple of bucks that would be awesome, if not just spread the word so people know about the underground classic. If you happen to come across a Still Got Love Maxi single hit me up, mine is scratched. 

Peace and Love, 

-Awon

Free for a limited time! Once the downloads are gone they are gone! 

https://awon.bandcamp.com/album/beautiful-loser-2

Credits;

Ak, Albumz, Indelible, Kameleon Beats (Soul Students Crew), Tail Back aka Taka, and DJ Silkk on production. Features are Hamza, Five, and Tiff the Gift.
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Awon - Beautiful Loser - 11 People Music Ft. Tiff The Gift

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Produced by Subject Unknown ( https://soundcloud.com/519subjectunknown )
Lyrics: genius.com/Ryler-smith-step-lyrics


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"Halftime" (2016)(FOLLOW @MarkScottHGHR and @KyeBrewin - TWITTER)
Vocals by Mark Scott (The Higher Up) and Breeze Brewin (The Juggaknots).
Produced by Kye Brewin (The Higher Up)
Mixed at The Attic Studios.
Mastered at T.M.E. Studios.
Single Artwork by Eva Rose- ORIGINAL ARTWORK FROM NAS' HALFTIME SINGLE (1992)
HGHR^ - Mark Scott x Kye Brewin.
"The Higher Up" Debut Album, coming Summer 2016. Up in the sky...
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"HALFTIME" - Mark Scott (The Higher Up) ft. Breeze Brewin - PROD BY. Kye Brewin (The Higher Up)

From the new NapsNdreds album"Bloodclaat!!!"

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NapsNdreds - Calamine (Prod. by CROUPDAWG)

FREE CHRISTMAS DOWNLOAD! After the success of the KingUnderground/WODV collaboration we thought it would be a nice touch to say thanks to the fans of Lewis Parker, with this special Christmas day, FREE download! 

The track is a remake of the 'Fake Charades' song that featured on Lewis Parker's first full length LP 'Masquerades & Sillhouettes' back in 1998'. The beat has been reworked in the SP-1200 and the vocals have been rapped again! Also features the instrumental version too! 

We hope you enjoy it & have a Merry Christmas from Lewis Parker & KingUnderground! 


Game of charades

No one confronts the abyss better than Chris Orrick. The Michigan ex-factory worker formerly known as Red Pill has spent the last half-decade documenting industrial decay, familial pain, and struggles with addiction better than almost anyone inhabiting this poisoned soil. It’s somewhere between Charles Bukowski and Michael Moore, or maybe Atmosphere if he couldn’t ignore the arsenic in the air. 

As Orrick tells it, “Portraits,” his latest album for Mello Music Group is a return to form. 

“I tried to strip everything down to what I think I'm best at: simple, concise portraits of who I am,” Orrick says. “Whether that be finding myself through self-portraits, portraits of everyday workers, portraits of the current political moment or portraits of myself told through the eyes of people I encounter daily.” 

From the corroded arteries of the blue-collar heartland, Orrick emerges as one of the most incisive and savage critics of Trump’s America. If the American dream is dead, he unflinchingly lays the blame on avaricious corporations, crude demagogues, and structural racism. There’s nothing polemical about it: just warm-hearted, sad-eyed, gin-flooded depictions of a life where there are few right answers but a litany of wrong ones. 

The Michigan native is an acerbic poet, but too unpretentious and sarcastic to ever call himself that. In his love letter to his long-time girlfriend (“Lazy Buddies”), Orrick fantasizes about the pair decamping to a town an hour outside of Paris, where they can blissfully split a bottle of cheap wine. Then he mocks himself for being a little corny. But that’s part of its charm—through his ruthless honesty, we can see ourselves as we actually are—prone to idle delusions, indolence, and self-obsessed. 

“Portraits can often be overlooked, but there are so many details in the face that tell innumerable stories about what the person portrayed might have been feeling or going through,” Orrick continues. “I'm trying to find those details, within myself and within America today." 

On “Anywhere Instead,” he grouses about how most days he doesn’t want to leave his bed until noon, staring at his phone, wishing for imminent death. It’s a nothing matters, gallows humor that anoints him a laureate of existential dread. He captures the terror of the void, the ambiguity of not knowing where or when your next direct deposit will hit. He’s wise enough to understand how little he understands, allergic to cheap irony or forced symbolism. As he points out on stories, “not every story has a meaning, not every moment has a reason, sometimes you just let the music play and tell you what to say.” 

It’s obvious how loudly the music speaks to Orrick, who is rarely short of opinions or serrated observation. The somber piano-based melancholy and rugged drums of “Portraits” thump via a gifted arsenal of producers including Nolan the Ninja, L’Orange, Exile, Apollo Brown, and Onra. Only two guest rappers appear, Fashawn and Orrick’s partner in Ugly Heroes, Verbal Kent. Orrick carries the rest of the weight and you sense the Atlas burden he shoulders. 

But for the all the poignant complaints, there’s a soulful profundity at the core of the album. It goes further than stress over bills, nicotine and liquor compulsions, and a search for deeper revelation. If you can hear a song like “Mom” without slightly crumbling, you might be iron-born. It’s a eulogy for Orrick’s late mother, dead at 45 without seeing her children grow up, without the opportunity to take pride in her son’s ability to realize his dream—however flawed it can occasionally seem. It’s here where you sense the power of these Portraits. They capture the pain that too many of us feel, that manifests itself in so many distinct ways. For a little while, we understand the raw f&cked up complexity of what it means to be a human being in a lunatic world. The portrait is personal, but it’s all of us too. 
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Lazy Buddies

Chris Orrick -  Lazy Buddies (prod. Apollo Brown)

The Rubric

Chris Orrick - The Rubric (feat. Verbal Kent) (prod. Calvin Valentine)

From the album "Keep Summer Safe" coming Sept. 14th
https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/keep-summer-safe/1406647934?app=itunes

Calvin Valentine, aka the Bong Mayer, is one of this generations new breed: producer, multi-instrumentalist, singer, and emcee. Having already produced for legends like De La Soul & Nas, along with complete albums for Illa J, Calvin recently added his name to production credits in the pop realm with Disney Star/Interscope signee Ryan Beatty’s entire new album being helmed by him. He’s licensed music for Nike, Skype, MTV and more with a sound that lends itself to film and television. But the west coast musician is best known in the beat scene for his uncompromising work behind the boards. The Los Angeles based (by way of Oregon) artist is set for his MMG solo debut “Keep Summer Safe.” On it, Calvin lends his lush production, singing, and rhymes to the stoney late summer nights soundtrack. 

Look for the album September 14th on Mello Music Group.
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Keep Summer Safe

911 Turbo

Calvin Valentine - 911 Turbo

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