Vibes

bayyyyy

Prod. by Darius & Dave B

Mixed by Darius

Olive Oil

FARGO FRIDAY
AUGUST 19
PROD. JAHLIL BEATS

August 19th (Prod. Jahlil Beats)

Inspired by the alphabet photo-book "Too Fly Not To Fly", this singalong  serves as a learning tool for children all over the world. Teddy Jackson enlists Chicago affiliates Erica René, Jean Deaux, Smino, and Cam Obi to bring each page from the book to life through song. - As we invite everyone to singalong, grab your books and join us as we fly. For more information please visit TooFlyNotToFly.com 

Lyrics and Melody By Teddy Jackson
Production by Cam Obi 

The Flyest Singalong (Too Fly Not To Fly) Feat. Erica René Smino Jean Deaux (Prod. By Cam Obi)

from the album YES LAWD! http://stonesthrow.com/nxworries

Yes Lawd!

VINYL

NxWorries - Anderson Paak & Knxwledge - Lyk Dis

migos - bad and boujee (monte booker remix)

free download, enjoy :)

raindrop, droptop

shoutout to @joycewrice. go listen to the original joint too

homealone (doobie.chops mix)~ joyce wrice

NOSTALGIC

Baby Girl

Piano.Nartey
Guitar/Bass.Ernest Bonsu
Songs written by Lekan Olanrewaju
Mixed and mastered by "Elevated Records"

Wut Do U Mean?(Prod. Cam O'bi)

Joyce Wrice - Good Morning(Deadstock Dev Remix)

VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9vne41-xyw

Prod : Monte Booker & Cam O'bi
Enregistrement/Arrangement : StillNas

Non-Amour (prod. Monte Booker & Cam O'bi)

Artwork by JoshhMadeIt
Mixed and Mastered by Don "Hullio" Outten

Temptation

▶ Soulection ~ The Sound of Tomorrow
▶ http://instagram.com/soulection | http://twitter.com/soulection
▶ Discover: @jrobbdaproducer & @devintracy
▶ Free Download ~ http://soulection.com/swl21

For his highly anticipated White Label release, J.Robb gives us a collection of tracks that provide the perfect balance between future beats and throwback R&B. This Baltimore-bred artist producer takes his time to explore multi-genre sounds and fuse together his creations with a particular technique that feels unmatched. 

His music style capitalizes on the duality of pretty and gritty, creating another layer of listening to R&B and Hip-Hop that feels both new and natural at the same time. With a classic feel and contemporary blend, this series will undoubtedly be on repeat time and time again. 

Enjoy!

◈ Full EP: http://soulection.com/swl21
 ◈ #WhiteLabelFriday 
◈ Make sure to catch up on our whole White label Series here: soundcloud.com/soulection/sets/soulection-white-label-series

◈ Credits: Mixed & Mastered by J.Robb
Co-Written by Roshan Cameron
Keys by Mac Ayres
Flute by Cautious Clay
Trumpet by Danny Dwyer
Bass by Naji 
◈ Artwork: Andre Power

For more info go to ➫ http://soulection.com

Soulection White Label: 021

Stream/Download

J.Robb - TakeMee (ft. Devin Tracy)

brooklyn whats up!

2018 looking pretty nice guys.

purchase

fill•me•inn

bby i need yr love (doobie.chops remix) ~ roy ayers ubiquity

One day I decided to remix an Erykah Badu joint called "telephone medley"
I asked Ari Lennox to be apart of it and now we have Phone Home. Much Love.

Phone Home ft Ari Lennox

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Vibes

Kam