This is a journey of a lost soul....space office!

MooMoo
SirJoCopius - B.E.A.T.S.

Space Office feat. MooMoo

Gritty bass and hip hop beats with a hint of sprinkles and cheese.  And as always, be aware of your repair!  -Scorpius

Mind Your Mend (Out of My)

Beats instrumental served with old thyme vocals.

A Show of Hands (From the Top Down)

Electronic, instrumental, buildup.  Hip hop finish with a dash of techno

Hem or rhage

The Optimum Brine

Stuctural Damage

Bitmeasures (Disarray) Feat. Ben-Co

A Preview Of The New Mixtape
Instrumental By Sircopius and JoJo Jams
Artwork by Ben Edwards
https://www.facebook.com/Recordsrulecom
New Mixtape Sirjocopius B.E.A.T.S. Vol1 Coming Soon!


Negative Spaces (Welcome To The Rabbit Hole) Instrumental

Made In FL Studio 10 and Logic Pro,,, Our First Attempt At An EDM/Techno/Trance Track.  Let Us KNO what you think.

The Fast Track (EDM Lover's Dream)         #SirJoCopius

"Frozenspit" -MooMoo prod. by MultipleSightings

https://www.youtube.com/edit?video_id=E1ZCLvmLkBg

I dropped upon deck and raised god,
he stay's odd, bet you pussies rush to escape pods.

Mass Force with the potential to blast,
This instrumental mashed together was the simplest task.

I used to want to be an astronaut.
Head was in the clouds like god are you gonna give cash or not?

Started smoking the reefer.
Update poetry, download to your speakers.
Sub-bass, homies, and couple drones for the feature.
Enough great moments to be at one with the teacher.

The galaxy. 
The universe.
This planet goddamnit quit polluting earth.

Trash rap all I hear is trash rap.
Were the origins of Hiphop.
We don't need a flash back.
This euphoria of spit drop,
Just might be my last track.
Then proceeds to hit this weed, 
As he receives his last sack.

How we've evolved from these places.
The closer that I get your seeming awfully evasive. 

Tell your crew to remove from the script.
That manure you spit, y'all maneuver like shit.

Catch moo in a ship.
pass you and then zip.
Get ready on your mark, 
Blast thru to this rift.

Black hole, Black soul.
Thats you in the flick of an eye.
Recreation of a soul, who has lived and has died.

(USE THE FORCE, YES)

(FEEL IT) 

Threw with earth rap.
Not pursuing worth crap.
Hope a human heard that.
Wrote the truest nerd fact.
Just assuming if the music is a nuances turn back. 
These illusion of recruiting and the shooting turn black.

Thought you we're an joker jack.
It was over when i spit it for em sober, burn pack.

 (USE THE FORCE, YES)

(FEEL IT) 

Rhyme formation,
The sentence was a light year, 
My crime was patience.

Im mistaken... As space pirates.
If you see a saucer that's styling then stay firing.

They ring sirens and wait until it falls spiraling.

Don't him started on NASA.
He listens to them lie while he partially laughs up. 

And part of him's pissed off.
Can mankind rhyme with a positive impulse?
Dim thoughts in the light of my speech.
Im bright at the least.
This microphone's provided my peace.

What do humans rap for?
Im pursuing trap door,
While Im zooming past towards,
Not confused with rap war.

Just assuming fast forward.
We'll be using math more, Contemplate an whole rhyme.
Then resume it back forth, as an ruin crash course.
Super human fast warp. 

(Mass force)

With the potential to blast, 
This instrumental mashed together was the simplest task.

I dropped upon deck and raised god,
he stay's odd, bet you pussies rush to escape pods.

MASS FORCE feat. TWOMOOS (Prod by BODILESS PASSENGER)

EARTH AND VANITY (prod. MULTIPLE SIGHTINGS) feat. MEWTWO

All Music Is Inspired From 2 Women Named LInda
--One Of Two Linda's--
1. Hypnotized
2. Don't Go
3. What Have I done
4. Projections
5. My Heart Sings
6. Feels Just Right
7. I Have Nothing Left
8. Never Stop
9. Stay With Me
10. Fugitive
11. Tomorrow's Promise
12. Soul Is Paradise
13. Seraphim
SIRJOCOPIUS B.E.A.T.S. Inc.
Sirjocopius@gmail.com
Contributing Artists: 
Ben Cope: Keys, Bass, Production
Chris Cope: Keys, Bass, Shaker, Voice, Production
Eric Cope: Keys, Bass, Piano, Production
Joel Cahoon: Production
Tristan L'Heureux: Viola

1 Of 2 Linda's Full Mixtape (Instrumentals) #SirJoCopius Beats Inc.

Now I'll admit this ain't the part where
My death was wrote  
See I've been listening to my heart
Like stethoscope 

Medical instrument 
Reflecting my innocence 
I reckon
Higher lesson
Im dissecting the penmanship 

 directed within                   
The record i spin
 Black and white checkers i win

It's not chess game
When come to rhyme 
I compress change
less tamed       
Rise undetected like methane  

see saw never knew 
Head spin Sliding 
Evolved resolute 
Transcend Timely 
, 
Reminding I'm eying 
The Stoned proof 
I'm dying 
To find me alone cooped
I'm hidden inside properly loose told truth 
Spitting inside of doctor who's phone booth 
Drippin off side 
Just pouring out for my home roots

I zone thru
a magnitude 
Cloned nudes 

naked in thought 
I'll tell you to pay attention 
But either way we'll depart 
Aways thru this art

Leaving the beast skates
Seemingly breathes rates 
Demons complete waves 
leading the leeway 
To being a bees A
Stinging at least say 
they were conscious I was 
Dreaming of deep space
display your raw contents 
While sleeping on beat days
so we even we take
a season to be taped

all reason get delay
with logic for cheapskate
the finger the F Ls
the popular e brake
to stopping chi 
energy rotting thru me
its gotta be toppling speeds
raise up out the seas

lower from the heavens to say
this solar eclectic creates
while folding a secular ray hope
in cleverest way  
whole new perspective array 
coding domestic decay

whole new perspective array 
of  coding domestic decay
i told whatever display 
I show Will Seth 
Egyptian god
Whos expect  pay
Destruction of bedding the grave
A touch and your dead ina  daze

The flow is letter aged 
you soak in a papaphrase
I’m stuck in the air pencil
writing pair of fades
i am but an fool smack dab
In the tarot stage 
swear I slays

Placed on my chest
At the rate i compress 
   The deadliest makeup 
Of death

I face bullshit everyday like
I payed for distress 
Take it's bless 
Forsaken the less
This place I confess 
called music 
is the shape of chest

Your ears are keys 
sonically appearing beneath 
vibrations of gold  
protracting prisms
this is him
 intagrating our souls 

and waiting hes shows
patient not upgrading mode

or debating the flow 
circuitry and shape of his bow
 
enlightenment at finger tips 
he waiting to throw  

My sinister moods
Congregating billions moves
It's not chess games 
although I've restricted my zoom
to see to Listen too poets 
Who seem cant seem tuned
          
 
I shuttle populated 
Megalith beyond what is bladdered
I'm pissed at everything except this spit
That I have mastered 

Define rapture 
You all disappear 
When the rhyme caster
Shines backwards light in the cosmos
Then rewinds after 

My ark celibacy sail the ship of I am faster
My art sorrow speaking sadness
Screaming I am laughter

Space Office feat. MooMoo

Sircopius

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