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Last night was really bad downtown
Crackheads runnin' through the crowd
Police just shrug not much to say
collectively we are not ok

Barefoot peace signs magic folk
Inhale freedom and exhale smoke
Here they come to save the day
Hippies! blast bad vibes away

Peace and panic mixin' well
The tweakers shuffle off to hell
Hippies marching through the night
Shining through the fading light

Dreamcatcher's swingin' in the air
Harmony beyond compare
Drums that echo sonic booms
bounce the crackheads to the moon

Candles flicker shadows dance
Hope is strong in every glance
In Harmony with elm and oak
Saving us with trippy smoke

Peace and panic mixin' well
Tweakers shuffle off to hell
Hippies marching through the night
Shining through the fading light

Peace and Panic in the park

WTF is wrong with you (Let Me Go Cover)

If you need to go scream into the void for 4 minutes so you can be normal again? I got you fam. Don't catch a felony, it's tough out there. Now go listen to my good vibe tracks. Bless up

It's just been one of those days Fuck you

Serial Killer (everything is red)

Follow us as we decent into the rage over a loss of a ring, stolen by those filthy, filthy Hobbitses.
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What have I got in my pocket?
Curse the Baggins! It's gone!
The thieves! The thieves! The filthy little thieves!
Stupid fat hobbit! You ruins it!
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Forgot the taste of bread, the sound of the wind,
Soft and quick as shadows we must be.
It does not care if we be hungry,
It does not care if we should (DIE!)
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Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it forever!
Misery, misery! Hobbits kill us!
The precious will be ours, once the Hobbitses are dead!
My Precious. My Precious.
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Rock and pool is nice and cool, so juicy sweet!
A few little fishes, nasty bony little fishes,
Master cares. Master knows. Yes, Precious.
Sneaking? Sneaking? Smeagol shows them secret ways.
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No name, no business, no Precious, nothing,
Only empty, only hungry, yes, we are hungry.
There is another way, O yes indeed there is,
Darker, more difficult to find, more secret.
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Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it forever!
Misery, misery! Hobbits kill us!
The precious will be ours, once the Hobbitses are dead!
My Precious. My Precious.
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It's my birthday, and I wants it!
Smeagol will swear on the Precious!
Sneaky little hobbitses,
Master cares, yes, Precious.
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Breakdown
We are lost, no name, no business, nothing.
The thieves! The thieves! The filthy little thieves!
Stupid fat hobbit, you ruins it!
We hates it, we hates it forever!
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Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it forever!
Misery, misery! Hobbits kill us!
The precious will be ours, once the Hobbitses are dead!
My Precious. My Precious.

Curse the Hobbitses (A Heavy Metal Tale of Smeagol's Rage)

Higher Than You

Bumbaclot! Mi Cyan Believe Dis!

So this one time in Negril
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I can't make this shit up
Well actually I can, and I do
Picture this
So, I'm walking on 7 Mile Beach in Negril
Barefoot and happy, feeling mellow and chill
Enjoying the vibes, wish it came in a pill
Have my tunes playing loud, you know the drill
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Saw a guy on the sand, shooting a video
Said he was pretty low, called himself Billy Joe
Needed some audio, but I'm incognito
I said start recording bro
We can livestream, it's stereo
Turn this scenario into our portfolio
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Break down
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Never have you heard verse drip like this
It's lyrical bliss, makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
Whatever you sling just won't stick
That's a diss
That's a diss
That's a diss
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He said, wow, deja vu
And I said, no, vuja de
He said, wait, hold up
What the fuck did you say
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These beats vibe me up
Now I'm feeling okay
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I thought it would burn itself out like a curse
Can't stop, it's getting exponentially worse
It's never rehearsed, I just keep spewing verse
Neurospiciness, jacked up
All coming out in a burst
Just take all the bad shit
And I spin it reverse
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Never have you heard verse drip like this
It's lyrical bliss, makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
Whatever you sling just won't stick
That's a diss
That's a diss
That's a diss
That's a diss....
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Hours later, here we are
Private bar, lit cigar
Shot a Henny
Gute Freunde
Wunderbar
You asked if that's German
I smile and say ja
Flipping through languages
Always on par
Playing with rhymes
Like you play a guitar
Spend time in Jamaica
Can chat in Patois
Wherever you go
Well, that's where you are
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Never have you heard verse drip like this
It's lyrical bliss, makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
Whatever you sling just won't stick
That's a diss
That's a diss
That's a diss
That's a diss
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Never have you heard verse drip like this
It's lyrical bliss, makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
Whatever you sling just won't stick
That's a diss
.
Wait, wait, hold up
.
These beats vibe me up
Can't stop
Neuro-spiciness jacked up
.
Never have you heard verse drip like this
It's lyrical bliss, makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
Whatever you sling just won't stick
That's a diss
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Make a wish
Make a wish
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The Pope of sound is in the house
Wait
Wait
Wait
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Never have you heard such lyrical bliss
Verse drip like this makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
Whatever you sling just won't stick
Make a wish
Make a wish
Picture this
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Wait, wait, hold up
.
These beats vibe me up
Can't stop
Neuro-spiciness jacked up
.
Never have you heard verse drip like this
It's lyrical bliss, makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
Whatever you sling just won't stick
That's a diss
Wait, hold up
These beats vibe me up
.
Can't stop
Neuro-spiciness stuck
.
Can't talk
.
Never have you heard verse drip like this
It's lyrical bliss, makes bad vibes eclipse
If you try to clap back, your verses will miss
.
Whatever you sling just won't stick
Make a wish
.
The Pope is in the house

Deja Vu (Lyrical Bliss)

UPDATE - Spotify will not allow me to upload the song as originally titled (Fuck You Spotify) because "It is misleading" exact quote. Talk about censorship. Try it yourself and see what I am saying. They really love to screw with artists. Show me some love if you dig it. If you are a musician, songwriter you most likely get it :)

Fuck You Spotify (All together now)

A day in the life of waking up, making music you love, and finding your musical tribe.

Accidental Hit

Just out here doing my thing making melodies, making tracks so hot they should be a felonies.

Sonic Felony

A High Energy Dancehall and Afrobeat Dance track. Show some love <3 Add a fav track to a playlist! Toss out a follow and a heart! Thank you!

Loud & Free

Unreleased rework of Groove Armada's classic 'Superstylin'...

Superstylin’

Superstylin'

Eastcoast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

Real shit talk on the beat I dance
'Cause your girl vibin on my stance
You mad but it's no romance
It just happens, I put em in a trance
Sit Back I'm ah mixin' with the Red Bull
Off top if I wanna I could dead you
Bad bitch she a baddie and she dance too
Said I really like your vibe 'cause I sense you

Look at me now I'm off of the map
They wanna get at me
I never react
But if I come back
Then it's a catastrophe
And I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
I don't really know what it is
But you really know what it is
So why you off of me?

East coast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

East coast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up
And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy
Like I don't know what they askin' me
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck

Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy
Like I don't know what they askin' me
Like I don't know what they askin' me

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me
 
You think sometimes I'm a know it all
But if I can do it all, then that's on yall
I'm done with the funny shit
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm makin hits.
Kinda cringey that your tryin to rizz
And you really don't know what the fuck this is, and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like not my fault your life is stuck
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me

And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

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Dumb AF

Drowning

A song about friendship, Me and mi bredda bredda Nitro are always out being too curious and laughing at the outcome. Hope you enjoy, Love & Respect

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBvplnJC0W0 for the YouTube Video, Come be a subscriber! (seriously, it's tough out here) Love & Respect
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"Pope mi bredda! You bring di papers?"
"Nitro… I brought tacos… and 3 ounces in my sock."
“HIGH GRADE BROS TO DI WORLD!”

Me and mi bredda bredda pon a mission,
Buy up di weed like we got a prescription,
Him seh, “Let’s bake brownies,” mi seh “Cool,”
But him bake 12 and nyam 10 like a fool.
Now him stuck inna hammock talkin’ to goat,
Mi laugh so hard, mi nearly choke.
He call 911 seh he seeing star sign,
Dem ask him name—him seh “Bob Marley, online.”

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From Negril sands to the Cali path.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Up in di clouds where only eagles fly.
High grade mischief, no shame in we game,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Drive-through customs with a ganja stash,
Mi seh act cool, him start speakin’ fake patwa fast.
Officer look and seh, “What you sayin’, boss?”
Him seh, “Wah gwan mi bredren, mi just passin’ gas.”
Dem pull we over, mi nearly faint,
Dog start sniff, but it’s curry taint.
Turn out it’s fine, dem just hungry bad,
So we gift dem jerk chicken and they call it a ‘pass’.

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From airport stress to di backyard bath.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Higher than drone pon government spy.
No fear, just cheer, inna haze of flame,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Split the stash inna flip-flop sole,
Drop a nug inna soup bowl.
Laugh till mi tears overflow,
Him try roll one—burn down him fro!
(Wheel it back, selecta!)

Him seh "Let’s grow some inna backyard scene,"
Plant it right next to mi Granny’s callaloo green.
Now Granny boiling tea from the wrong pot,
Said “Why mi feel irie? This taste hot!”
We apologize, now she blaze every night,
Tell story 'bout Marcus Garvey in flight.
Even mi pastor waan try a draw,
Mi seh “Nah man, yuh stick to Psalms, mi star!”

We di High Grade Bros, nah care bout fame,
From Jamaica beach to Portland Maine.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Lifted like drone weh nuh need no sky.
Ganja warriors, comedy team,
Laugh ‘til we cry like we livin' a dream.
High Grade Bros, big up di name,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

American remind me what we were doing again?
Mi nuh know star... but mi know mi munchies dem serious.
High grade forever!

Pope & Nitro, High Grade Bros

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A dance house track for all my Vietnam Fans Love & Respect!
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Swipe left, swipe right,
No good boys in sight.
Chán như con gián,
Em đi tìm ai khác!
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No more drama,
No more fake love.
Tìm anh chuẩn men!
Không cần lươn lẹo.
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Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Chán quá rồi!
Đi tìm ngay!
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Anh ơi, nextttt!
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Cheap talk, no thanks,
Flex tiền ảo? Cringe!
Em thích anh chất,
Không cần phông bạt.
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No more drama,
No more fake love.
Tìm anh chuẩn men!
Không cần lươn lẹo.
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Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Chán quá rồi!
Đi tìm ngay!
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Anh ơi, nextttt!
.
Lẹ lẹ lên!
Ai chuẩn men đâu?
Tay đâu, ôm em đi!
Nhanh nhanh nhanh!
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Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Chán quá rồi!
Đi tìm ngay!
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Anh ơi, NEXT!!
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Swipe left, swipe right,
left left left, left left
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right, right, right
left left left, left left
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right, right, right
No good boys
No good boys
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No more drama
No more drama
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Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Anh ơi, nextttt!
.
Lẹ lẹ lên!
Ai chuẩn men đâu?
Tay đâu, ôm em đi!
Nhanh nhanh nhanh!
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Swipe left, swipe right,
left left left, left left
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right, right, right
left left left, left left
.
right, right, right
No good boys
No good boys
.
No more drama
No more drama
.
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Need better bae,
Anh ơi, nextttt!
.
Lẹ lẹ lên!
Ai chuẩn men đâu?
Tay đâu, ôm em đi!
Nhanh nhanh nhanh!

Keep It In the House

Swipe Left Swipe Right

Check Me Kilt (Clan MacKenzie)

Tech house, incorporating some stereo separation effects, high energy, lots of audio 🍬 effects. Great ride all the way to the end. Love & Respect fam

Slipin' & Slidin'

I am working on some new beats for the upcoming Album Pope A Licious, Here is a Electro House / Hyperpop crossover (sex house) track, Chemical Carnival. Hope you enjoy the Vibes.
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Bottle in my hand and my tongue is numb,
I can’t remember what drugs I ate.
Strobe lights cut like a laser drum,
Body goin’ sideways, head vibrate.

What, what, what did I take? (I don’t know)
Mad-max rave, can’t feel my face.
What, what, what did I take?
Lost in the loop, caught in the bass.

Digital angels with gasoline wings,
Club’s on fire but the beat still sings.
Chemical carnival, carnival brain,
Spin cycle body in a cyclone chain.

What, what, what did I take?
Mad-max rave, can’t feel my face.
What, what, what did I take? (I don’t know)
Neon blood rush, time erased.

Minimal melody, loop insane—
DJ-Pope sample burn through vein.
Crowd go feral in a feedback storm,
Synthetic love in a body reborn.

What, what, what did I take? (I don’t know)
Mad-max rave, can’t feel my face.
What, what, what did I take?
Lost in the loop, caught in the bass.

I can’t remember what drugs I ate.
Body goin’ sideways, head vibrate.
Digital angels with gasoline wings,
I'm on fire but the beat still sings.
Chemical carnival, carnival brain,
Spin cycle body in a cyclone chain.
Chemical carnival, carnival brain,
Spin cycle body in a cyclone chain.

What, what, what did I take?
Mad-max rave, can’t feel my face.
What, what, what did I take? 
What, what, what did I take?
Mad-max rave, can’t feel my face.

I can’t remember what drugs I ate.
Body goin’ sideways, head vibrate.
Digital angels with gasoline wings,
I'm on fire but the beat still sings.
Chemical carnival, carnival brain,
Spin cycle body in a cyclone chain.
Chemical carnival, carnival brain,
Spin cycle body in a cyclone chain.
Chemical carnival, carnival brain,
Spin cycle body in a cyclone chain.
Chemical carnival, carnival brain,
Spin cycle body in a cyclone chain.

What, what, what did I take?
(I don’t know)
Mad-max rave, can’t feel my face.
What, what, what did I take?
What, what, what did I take?
Mad-max rave, can’t feel my face.

Chemical Carnival

Back from a great London trip with new beats, is this Melodic House? Deep House? Love House? Jammy bassline and a chill vibe.
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I'm always here
I'll never leave
You're what I need
I still believe

I'm Always Here

Back from London, DJ-POPE unleashes his latest house weapon – “Eat You Up.”
A hypnotic club cut built for peak-hour energy and late-night sets.
Crank it up and let the floor move with you.

Eat You Up

We all know one of those angry guys that has a few drinks, acts up and wants to fight. Bro Chill, you are ridiculous. Check out the Video on my YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsjIVl0pFLI

So Angry Bro

A romp through my trip to Egypt, doing some shrooms with my pal Hakim, smoking some killer ganja, met some elder gods (no big deal). One of my personal favorites :) Fun remix of one of my slower EDM tracks, sped up to 126 BPM, new bassline and isolated and sped up the vocals. Enjoy! Check me out on YouTube ---> https://youtu.be/KiDN3tH9qxc
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Let's go to Egypt, where the pharaohs were created.
Maybe Smoke a hooka, tryna' get elavated.
I had looked up some magic in the pyramid texts.
And Studied hieroglyphics on harmonic intent.
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Not here for trouble, no legal situations.
No bad vibes with a jail implication.
Went out to grab dinner and I made a new friend.
Said he traced his family line to Tutankhamun.
...
He could tell I was impressed, but he said "it's all cool".
He said "let's hit the club, after a dip in my pool".
We headed to his crib, in a new Maserati.
Chilled in the pool before hitting the Party.
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Now we rolling in the limo, with the family driver.
Rolled a spliff in the back like I'm a modern MacGyver.
Picked up a bodyguard who was lookin kinda mystical.
Got V I P tickets to the hottest Nile Spectacle.
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We entered the club, and I tried to blend in
Not accidently committin some death sentence sin
The music was bangin and the lights were collidin.
Someone broke out a bag of shroomy psilocybin.
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The dude said , my brother these came from Osiris.
Make you spiritually clean, remove your mind virus.
He chanted a phrase from a roll of papyrus.
We were Dancing with the Gods, I think with horus and Isis
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The music ran out so I made a suggestion
Spin up some DJ-Pope! The party vibe collection!
The club started pumpin with maximum vibes
Ancient Dance knowledge, the whole club revives
...
Next track dropped, it was lyrical perfection
Anubis stopped in to make a deep bass inspection.
We stayed a few hours, or it could have been years
I lost track of time with the shroomies and beers
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This is some crazy shit
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I think at that point It all had to end
Met some cool gods and found some new friends.
We are headed back now to meet Hakeem's mother
Hakeem telling people now I'm his musical brother
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I woke a day later in hakeems spare room.
fully rested & hydrated, hoodie fresh off the loom.
While I was sleepin, for a day and a night.
More gods had returned and were setting things right.
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Rah was out back, getting some rays.
Ptah reminiscing 'bout those dynasty days.
Thoth at the pool, scribing new lyrics.
looked up when we saw me, said "homie come check this".
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"Thank you again for waking us up.
We had a pyramid failure, and a bit of bad luck.
Some Shit got out of wack, in 2000 bc.
But its all fixed now and we have places to be."
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He said, "I appreciate the energy that you expended".
"To get us all here, was that really intended?"
We are vibing to your music and you should be commended.
Max Vibe knowledge, fully comprehended.
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Take these new lyrics and my magical quill.
keep spitting funky lyrics for humanities ills.
We need to go see, what these times are about.
Here's one last bit of magic, before we head out.
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He spoke, skies lit with a meteor shower.
He clapped two times, improved my brainpower.
Amon gave me a crown with a ram and a goose.
Put this on for your gigs and you'll have extra juice.
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Continue making music and keep sharing Vibes.
You're on the right path, to form a musical tribe.
The world slipped into madness, while we were away.
We need to go undo, some cosmic decay.
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this is some crazy shit.
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Just then all around me was a sonic barrage.
At first a little hazy, then a spiritual barge.
They all jumped in and the barge shot away.
We're out for a bit, but I think you're Ok.
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Just then all around me was a sonic barrage.
At first a little hazy, then a spiritual barge.
They all jumped in, the barge shot away.
"We're out for a bit, but I think you're Ok."

Egyptian Adventure Club Cut

Starts out as a rock track, finishes up as funky party music, hope you love listening to it. I was playing around with a rock track I did a few years ago and added some funky wah wah guitar and some beats that make you wanna dance. No matter how you try and help a friend, sometimes it just doesn't work out. Because they are... well, dumb. Check out the Rock drop at 2:28. Were you dropped on your head as a kid? Did your mom take Tylenol?

Help me Help you (Dumb MF)

Back from London after some promo work! Welcome aboard the Vibe-Train 🚂. I’m DJ-Pope out here creating wild and fun Festival & Party Music, Bippity Boppin’, at the House of Haiku in the Chemical Carnival, Wild & Feral, dropping house music, electronic beats, and DJ mixes since the 80s. My tracks blend tech house, deep house, dance vibes, and club energy for anyone who loves to move.

Medicated. Unbothered. Happy. Focused. Flourishing. That’s the vibe.

Want to collab? Record a cover, flip a sample, or make a video with my music—life’s too short not to make noise together. Hit follow for new house tracks, mixes, and dance music every week.

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Help me Help you (Dumb MF)

DJ-Pope The Pope of Sound