Homeboy Sandman - Go Hard (prod. Aesop Rock)  X Cutty Ranks - Limb by limb (tnt booty)

1 G0 H@RD

Homeboy Sandman - Mine All Mine (Metanite Remix) [Last Bronx Beat.]

HALF A MAN

Fresh hip hop demo from the West of Ireland. Vox by Cathal Holden (Enkidu) and Gemma Goodey. Beat by Fred Irie. Additional Production - Cathal Holden.

Neuromancer (Demo)

"Heard Right" featuring Aesop Rock leads off from M Slago & Homeboy Sandman’s upcoming new album titled And We Are Here. The duo collectively known as Lice show the brilliantly complimentary contrast of Homeboy Sandman's penchant for allowing time and space to create ill rhyme pockets against Aesop Rock's machine gun genius flow place nicely beneath this crazy bongo rhythm from producer M Slago. And We Are Here is due to be released on August 9th on vinyl, digital, and streaming formats.

And We Are Here

Heard Right(feat. Aesop Rock, Homeboy Sandman)

mixtape
edan
humble magnificent
tribute mix
mashup
cassette
artchitecture
sprain your tape deck
primitive plus
beauty and the beat
humble pi
packs
mf doom
vast aire
avalanches
mr lif
your old droog
wiki
ratking
insight
cut chemist
paten locke
planet locke
echo party
skillz ferguson

Seith - Ekphrasis: Edan (Side B)

A continuous mix of new beats & raps from 2024. Mixed on two turntables, & a djm s9, live on Twitch 10/27/2024, by Headphonious Monk
All music sourced from lossless files.

Featuring tracks from;

Guilty Simpson & Kong The Artisan, Illingsworth, Elcamino & Black Soprano Family (BSF), Talib Kweli & J. Rawls, DJ Muggs & Raz Fresco, Larry June, Navy Blue, Blu & Evidence, Fr1th, Mista Sinista, Oddisee, Roc Marciano, Sule, Mach-Hommy, Sirplus, Benny The Butcher, Crimeapple & Big Ghost Ltd, Grafh, Rapsody, Your Old Droog, Karriem Riggins, Brother Ali, Cookin Soul & Tha God Fahim, Method Man, Heems & Lapgan, Dave East X Mike & Keys, Ka, Brownsville Ka, Marv Won, Ransom, Conway The Machine & V Don, Havoc of Mobb Deep, Ras Kass, RJ Payne, MC Lyte, Stevie Wonder, Da Flyy Hooligan & The Beat Junkies, Homeboy Sandman, Common & Pete Rock, Bugseed, Diamond D & KRS-One, Soul Assassins, Black Milk, GUTTR

Thanks to House Shoes for shining the light & reminding me which path I am on.


Fresh Tracks, a continuous mix of new beats & raps from '24

Homeboy Sandman: This cut is called "Happy Thanksgiving." It's the story of a Native American going out like a champ before being slaughtered by European settlers. It was produced by Psycho Les of The Beatnuts.

"The antidote to feel-good history is not feel-bad history but honest and inclusive history." – James Loewen, Lies My Teacher Told Me

HAPPY THANKSGIVING by HOMEBOY SANDMAN

head high and not hung low
all i had left was 2 arrows and 1 bow
basically my tribe is all gone, all slaughtered by assault from the blonde haired johnsons and monroes
got my flint knife for whoever who come close
i'ma do geronimo proud, i'm going out gung ho
pretty clear how this whole thing is gon' unfold
i ain't really got no reason to run fo'
if these white boys gon' turn me to deceased
then i'ma find out which ones coming with me
before the muskets come turn me to minced meat
i'ma show these sons of bitches i ain't no pipsqueak
how i'm going down still remains a mystery
one thing's fo' sho' i'ma go down in history
my brother went down from a shot that had missed me
but this is not the time to be gettin' all misty
just then a tree branch snapped behind me
one of these euros is ready to find me
stealing my home? these villains, not me
scalped his whole dome like i's killing a zombie
went to take his blade
oh, he ain't have one
i guess sniping on prey from long range is mad fun
you know what's ironic when it come to the fair ones?
none of them would ever think of shooting the fair one
maybe they was sore 'cause we ain't want none of their stuff
ours is what was hot, we was just trying to share some
knew that they was trippin' when they said they was gonna pay us something
by the way, wassup with this religion? these prayers suck
now i see why they tried to force that
just then two more rode up on horseback
let em slide for killing my kin? nah, not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin or my ballsack
crept up without making a racket
'caught one in the middle of the back with a hatchet
other one grimaced as he witnessed him catch it
started loading gunpowder into the ratchet
before he got to finish i had turned him to fragments
but he let out a loud scream as soon as i stabbed him
let the other's know where i was at like a address
next thing i know they drawn to me like magnets
now i'm caught in a ambush
two or three hundred versus one is a bad look
but i'll shame the ancestors if i'm shook
i'm caving in a white man chest with a right hook
from the back i caught a blow to the head though
i'm tryna hold it down but my vision is red though
i feel my spirit leaving but i don't wanna let go
i'm tryna take another scalp as a memento
but now i'm catching a beat down
musket butt knocked two or three of my teeth out
really starting to feel the agony of defeat now
losing mad blood, really starting to leak now
something was mad sharp
entered at my left shoulder almost split me apart
seen my whole life from the start as my last thought
then everything got dark

Homeboy Sandman - Happy Thanksgiving (produced by Psycho Les of The Beatnuts)

dj spinna  - get on down feat. fresh daily homeboy sandman  p. casso ( ene remix)

homeboy sandman -fuel freestyle remix

Road to Joy

Never Get Home

Everytime I step up to the mic I got the fresh drip
new kicks, break necks, leave you in a head trip
Everytime I try to play the game a different way
they always saying sumn 'bout how I'ma fail
I'ma do it anyway, cause I'm LewRayy,
back of the race is where I came on her face, 
I mean I finished, now I'm done with the race
Every time I rise up, they try to downgrade
but I'm built for the pressure, turn doubt into sound waves
Climbin’ out the background, louder than crowd’s rage
Turned a small spark into somethin’ that’ll out-blaze
Came from the back, now I’m front-seat couch-slack, 
laid out, victory lapping, comfy after bounce-back
opposite town, down south, sound doused in a foul mouth
dial tone drone, blown dome in the chow house
doubt clouds crowd 'round, Reroute a round while I wild out
Style swings a wide bout, write schemes till they bow out
No more shout outs.
they never pick 'em up when I put 'em down, sound drowned out
say a name, they mishear it like "who?" with a loud frown
why throw the crown out just to have 'em clown how I pronounce shout?
mouth movin', it's useless, whos this? man, I'm like, "why do I even do this?
I might as well quit.
’cept every time I try to dip, script grips like vice hit
ink drips, mic twitch, B) I write where the rhymes sit
sat-at-my-desk, Under-My-Bed 
looping-the-beats till they play-in-my-head
muttering bars like I'm summoning dead
sink-in-the-zone like I'm locked-in-the-shed
That's the end of the triplets
yeah you know, my bars not the simplest
spit my shit hard, similar to vantriliquist
voice in the void, throwin’ noise, come and witness this
wicked kid, spill his shit, and flip his lid, 
(grab his dick and twist it)
I'm so twisted,
scribble sigils in the margins like a crptic glyph
like a baby smokin’ cigs, gettin’ lit off a licorice spliff,
blowin’ brains out the bong, long strings of viscous drip,
sick lil gremlin with a grin, infantile wickedness,
diaper full of biohazard slimb, what a stench he gives,
chewin’ on a plug of moldy crud, leave a sludge trail where the mischief lives,
hiccup puke bubbles, double-trouble on your wishlist, kid
Garbage-Pail filth, a tilted stilt, spilled milk on a Christmas list.
wtf man who is this kid?

Every Time

Cats in the bag? fuck that, I want cash.
so I take em out, put em in my hat
fur fuckin' up the patturn, so I put 'em back.
That's a Lesson learned.
I Stumble to the curb, tryna bargain with a cab,
mumbled out a number, but the meter did the math,
digging through my pockets for a reason not to crash
out of the way kicking pavement
getting back down with the girls from the rave
I've been locked in my brain,
Dear lord, can't behave
on my own anymore
need a girl to keep me straight
Realistically, I need strength 
to stand tall on my own 
Through a cold winter stretch
Struck a chord, hit a vein, and a power surge
now I’m buzzin’ off static, think I need a nurse
my eyeballs plucking all the buttons off her shirt
tried to shake it off but the buzzing got worse
Nurse walks in: “Relax, you’re not even hurt.”
I’m twitchin’, “girl you crazy, this feels like a curse!"
I'm fine on a bike, I could wheelie in a hellcat
90 on a freeway, hundred down a back path
swerving off the road, like I almost hit a black cat
swallowed by a ditch who was acting like sandtrap

mf sandtraps
--

Wolfgang the only one to pull up on a LewRayy track
other Hometown boys never hit me back
that's cool, every bar they drop falls flat
I level up alone while they stuck in the past with the pack.
fight myself, same combo, repeat, like I'm running a drill,
Praying one swing finally hit, flip script, for real
Chasin' who I could be, push N pull, my ego Ideal,
I appear to appeal, it's apparent that I feel no fear

Just one year, and I'm already veteren
Baby come here, you know I'm a better man
leveled up quick, now I’m movin’ like I never ran
fuck another Hook, never setting foot in Neverland
Captured the Captain and I held him Captive, 
Caged in my Castle, a hastle, the fatass
kept rantin’ and begging for truce I'm laughing sarcastic, ain't cuttin' him loose,
Locking king blot in the brig in the back of caboose
ain't no biggie, I'm back off my neuse, suicidal thoughts always could miss me
I'm Here for the legency
not for the spending spree
twisting the sounds of my words
till the ending G

I get the track all set
then I hit another dab
and I rap no sweat

Sandtraps

m 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!

I'm not a gangster, or a thug
my beanie even got a pom-pom
a wankster hooked on drugs
Eenie meenie womp womp

I'm puffin’ loud enough to make
the local wildlife call the cops on.
Did a backflip in a rainstorm,
landed clean, like “yeah the kid’s on,”

Think about my fall so much
like I'm wringing out a washcloth
hospital wheelchair,
was parrallel to matchbox car

sprinkling salt on the scar on my arm
cut it with a lemon,
concontion in all, call it self-harm
I feel like I'm dyin', Falling so so so far

theraputic methods, I don't think so I just go hard
tellin' myself to rest, but I don't sleep no I just stay scarred
now I'm skipping class, too tired, I just stay gone
watching all my grades, not climb, they fall off. 

fuck.

jot a quick bar and I nod off
no squad online and I hop off
Instead I'll push pen to the page till I hit a fucking jackpot

I'm just a kid, I want a lot, make a wish
A fancy house, with a white picket fence
a couple cars, fill a couple garage
I need a couple of broads without a couple of bras
visions in my head, every blueprint lookin’ spinoff
saving every penny, one day knock the crib off

I want a miata with the top down, 
feelin' like i'm test drivin' pure nirvana
I don't even got a license,
still hittin’ donuts like I’m catered by my mama
my mind's full of vices
Vapor all around me like I'm stepping out the sauna
("don't you mean sauna?")
I'm high like the prices
Rollin' through the city like I'm runnin' from my karma
And eveybody's gonna die
So why dont I 
get high and enjoy my life
just write my rhymes
and spend my time
doing things I like
("like what?")
I like this, I'm simply describing
the rhymes that I'm writing
(ahhh)
and songs I'm designing
(I see)
I better not step off the beat cause I'm gliding
better not test it with me or I'm sliding
better not press that repeat when you're lying
better not tell me to flee, or retire

i keep a rubber even though I never tire
led a couple kids, like I'm wired to inspire
Try to balance charm and harm, walk a thin wire 
Caught between the thrill and the guilt, it's like I can't retire

But I'll keep on goin, keep flowing
till the lights stop glowing,
I'm showing up, showing out
showing you, I'm really 'bout

anything I want to say, I say it and I say it loud
anything I don't is coming quite when it's spilling out
(what was that?)
Hook, couldnt fit it in the verse, this is underground
look, I'm consistent with the practice, check soundcloud

Filling up my files, with wild style, I'm versatile
i got silly rhymes, for daytime snacking and cracking smiles
got stories for nights of my highs, my lows, & all of the trials,
turning my thoughts into bars stacking, miles and miles

I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!


20 in 25

I been buggin out, got arachnophobia
with my Eight glazed eyes, I'll be rapping from the podium
spin a web mid-verse, caught a critic, and I'm roping 'em
my doors been open for days, now I'm closin' 'em

I've been bugging out, praying my demands, 
like a preying mantis
guillotine grip the mic when I my spit semantics
Fridge wide open, I'm pablo, cold and manic

Ye left the door cracked 
Ollie grabbed a sandwich
snatched keys from his jacket,
dipped out the back in the Hellcat, frantic.

Dragonfly vision, catch lies with a side-eye,
movin’ so quickly, think I vanished in the mid-night.
Nah, I just slide out the door for a hit like
flame to the leaf just to get right
me to the weed, like I'm zip-tied

moth to the flame, (B) just how I'm trained
I be movin' where the heat stay, N' never complain
Tip-toe in the pitch black, torch lead the way
i circle back smelling loud, it's just part of the game

I'm sorry mama,
I smoke in every song I think it's part of the mantra
I try to make you proud even when the mind wanders
I'm probably the worst little brother since Alfie.
Daddy raised a bug, now I'm out crawling the karma

I’ve been bugging out, centipedes in the cut,
I'm a hunnid steps ahead, left a bitch in the dust
still missing latest drops like I live under rock
disconnected from the media, that shit never stops

I’ve been bugging out, millipedes  in my mind,
skip the clout traps - IG, TT, FB left behind,
Snapchat for the streaks, WhatsApp for parental check-in,
avoid the doom-scrool, in my head, lessen stressin'

I'm Locked in my dorm on the xbox, bored
build a few forts, check store, but I'm poor
can't afford anymore, bought the pot, not the codes
scraping plate, making reclaim HOT with my BRO

he came with a flow, don't expect you to know
underground with the sound, he gets way below
down where sun don't show, most men won't go
your leash won't reach, you got no control
this gun gon' blow, if you step through the door

HAHahahaHAHAaaa 
I'm just kidding you know that we don't have any guns.  

we're just having some fun!


I've been bugging out
and now this bug is out.

Bugging out

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