Final Freestyle (Sky's The Limit)

Sister Suzie, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil and Don
Brother Michael, auntie Gin
Open the door and let 'em in, yeah...

Wings - Let 'Em In (re disco ver ''Do me a Favor'' Open the Door of a Notorious Sky Mix) back to 76

Lyrics:

I fly so heavenly, you’d think I’m Jesus, guy. My pride believe in me, I side with reasons, why. I’m me on the joint, there’s fun in the breezes, sky. I’m free (3) and on point (.), here’s one (1) for (4) the piece of pie (Pi AKA 3.14). I done made my breath, my lungs ‘fraid of death. But I’ll never fade when left, I tell my self that shit. So clever, great and stepped, not just where he was told. But cause he broke the mold, saw it raw and from jaw bold. Yo, I spoke it and meant it, hoping ascended days would come. I woke up the dope man, in my broken shattered numb, glum tunnel I dug, I funnel the plug of bright light deity. A bundle of joy, I undo the boy and his plight, fear it be. A big clamp, damp if you let it be. The gig ramp up ya name and fame, silly game. Set me free, I am now and I vow to stay. God damn, how these labels label, ain’t a damn way. They gon’ on, me I paint, my data I splatter like Pollack. I’m able with chatter to frolic, so stable my matter is brolic. And I ain’t a saint but I pull up, only exercising. To see someone faint would taint my goal up, in this world of flexing dying. Peace is what we need, like what we feed of the pie. Cease the greed indeed, I want to heed to the lie. That some below, that dumb though it show, we all born for reason. I’m torn through season, of treason and igniting the keys in, the engine of hate they try to build, let’s yield the loving shield. And more than do that, fight back with heart and art in our field. What does it mean, to be God? That is so seen on this sod. We walk on, I won’t talk long, to sum it up I think we all God. We from the cup of holy water, the strife of life ain’t soly slaughter, even if we whiff and see, we fucking sucking up with the, destruction in many cases, abduction, plenty traces. We still do so good, will through the could, would, should, we good! I was just thinking out ‘bout my sinking, I was seeing it at that time. She my only partner, now that I left I’m a lonely wanderer. I was just thinking, I really ain’t sinking, at that my prime. Is here so clear at the present, my dear I fear that the pleasant. Will disappear, this a fear that I know it will go. And to land where we started, we hand the departed a place in our heart then, my art when I leave, it will still stay, they may still go grieve. But this bliss I weave, this shit ain’t brief, it stick in our belief. That is the truth, this is that youth to old that must be told. My soul is never sold, I stroll forever, bold.

The Truth (Prod. ticox)

Lyrics:

I’m the type of Hype to bumfuzzle. Leave some puzzled, raw dog that need to be muzzled. I see guzzled, and act before I can assess. I wanna snuggle and cuddle but it not always best. The past shown me, stay at bay on ya own G. I may bless with kindness, but I gotta mind this, is not always fact coming back, some is dumb and wack, some numb intact, some from the slum of tryna attack. I’m blind to that, let every chick at me, gladly, some strung from tongue lies and tricks in disguise. It’s a mix of surprise, with what you should know, not everyone ya friend, I bend that knowledge though, I don’t need to college grow to know that though, it’s basic sense, I’m a classic case, how I go to face all this waste. I’m dense and let it, get to me, I fret shit, putting myself underwater, the slaughter get wet. She want a daughter, son, something to raise and praise, I haven’t even thought of that, grass I haven’t grazed. I’m paving my own ways, saving my own days, not ready for a child, my life is sure so wild. This is from the heart, how could it not be. If I were to never start, my tendencies would’ve got me. Let a shot free, dependencies on my should’ve senses, is weakening my confidence, I’m tweaking and it’s obvious, this is a lost soul. The cost of toll on my mental is way beyond the gold credential. Of which my dough a rental, I come from a place of rich, but I don’t possess much in my face of bitch. I lace my pitch to myself as I need some help, admitting ya sad, hitting that is a first step, I prep for the worst, yep it’s a curse, and then ya think about all the men dying crying in a hell hole, even jail do this cruel a whole lot better, I got my feet up and that’s a blessing just to have it, cast ya lessons on ya own cause ya won’t change, how others was, does this shit so strange. A buzz of confusion, plus no delusion, just hiding from the fact we biding time from being whacked.

Being Whacked (Prod. ticox)

Youtube Version: https://youtu.be/0XzNJzwRjrg
Original beat by Hazza K, arrangement & mix/master by flocon

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YOUTUBE

The Notorious B.I.G. - Sky’s the Limit [flocon Ready To Fly Edit]

[Chorus]
Ya know I ride for my mothafuckin niggas
Most likely, Ima die with my finger on the trigger
They tell me, "Ya lost your mind" you been actin like a villain
I tell em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killin

[Verse 1]
My eyes get so wide as the heat starts to sizzle
Let my bitch pack it; if she’s trippin', Ima kill her
Armored up the ride, now I’m feelin’ like a beast
And fuck your clinic, dead bodies on your street
And I ain't gotta fake when I tell ya I’m the best
My flow is filthy, like a dirty porno set
Self-made G, and them haters know the score, on course
Relying on bars, but in the lab, I’m a warlord, of course
And when I was five, Rush Hour every hour, classic flick
Ain’t got much to do with this shit, just thought I’d mention it
Ya searchin' for divine and a little redemption
And them birds don’t soar without my permission
I’m probably in the clouds, swimmin' with the fishes
Or maybe in the depths, minglin' with the pigeons
See, my world is wild, like Dwayne Wayne, in the shade
And if ya want drama, bitch, I want the same pain, all day

[Verse 2]
Buck-ten in the ride, and your bitch loves it
Switchin' lanes quicker than she switches subjects
Tell her, "Don’t talk to me
And if ya talkin' to them fools, don’t do it for free"
And I hate when a mothafucka says, "Talk is cheap"
'Cause I’m the type that lets cash speak for me, yeah
My flow’s a masterpiece—so unique, yeah
My style can part the waves
The only thing on a shark’s mind is "Eat—
—by any means," and you just little bait
I got the forty tucked below my fuckin waist
What do ya expect? I’m from New Orleans
Most of my city is riders
They tried to make a new map without us
But the tourists roll in and spend too much cash
And no matter how ya change it, it’ll still be our stash

[Bridge]
And ya don’t want to fuck with a warrior
Use your brain, or I’ll stab ya in ya rear
Run up in your crib and hit everyone on the sofa—that’s cold, haha
And ya don’t want to fuck with a warrior
Use your brain, or I’ll stab ya in ya rear
Send it to your moms with a dozen of flowers
Haha, now that’s cold
And I’m a G
And ya ain’t gotta know the ABCs to see
I know my whole city is countin' on me
And I forget a lot of things, but can’t forget the streets

[Chorus]
And so ya know I ride for my mothafuckin niggas
Most likely, Ima die with my finger on the trigger
They tell me, "Ya lost your mind" you been actin like a villain
I tell em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killin
Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all my niggas that disguise the limit
Disguise the limit
Disguise the limit
And tell all my niggas that disguise the limit
‘Cause disguise the limit
Disguise the limit
And if ya look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it
Disguise the limit (Errrrrrrr!)

Disguise The Limit

You can hit my line if you ever need help.

SKY'S THE LIMIT

Sky's the Limit For Doja

Dylan's 3rd single off his upcoming mixtape "Sky's The Limit"

Written and recorded by Dylan Naber
Produced by Martin Grekov
Engineered by Dylan Naber and William Binderup
Cover Art by Nick Wallis

Adult Swim

Dylan's 4th single off his upcoming mixtape "Sky's The Limit"

Written, Recored and Mixed by Dylan Naber
Produced by Axel & Martin Grekov
Mastered at Swanton Studios North Hollywood

Let's Get It (feat. Andy Cypress)

Infinity and Beyond

Goin Thru It

On My Way

Our Story

Your Soul

BEEN GOING THRU IT SINCE A JIT LIVING A LIFE COMMON TO THOSE FROM MY CITY. I WAS RAISED IN THE NORTH WEST . TACOMA WA THIS IS MY MUSIC .

Rome is an rapper from Brooklyn, New York. He began rapping when he was 10, mainly free-styling for the fun of it following his cousins footsteps (Wise Guyz Twins) and recently took it serious after he moved to New Jersey. Rome wants to make music for people to relax to and just vibe out.

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flocon • Mix Engineer & Artist 
Owner of RAW Records ©2021 

Flo O’Conor ("flocon") is a London-based Mix Engineer, Artist, and Record Label Owner (RAW Records) originally from Leeds UK, specialising in House, Bassline, Soul & Hip Hop. Active across songwriting, singing and mixing & mastering, flocon plays a role in various stages of the music production process.

Starting as a DJ in the 2010s, flocon performed alongside Cardinal Sound and supported artists such as Artful Dodger and Tanjo in venues across the UK. Previously running a fashion business, Flo returned to music in 2021, launching her own label ‘RAW Records’. Her self-mixed album “Love and Other Drugs” established her presence in the House and Bassline scene, with the song “Bad Boy” (a collaboration with Marky B) reaching over 6 million streams across platforms. flocon’s vocals (which she typically edits in a formant-shifted, pitched-up mixing style) have since been featured in a wide range of Electronic and Dance collaborations.

Based in London, flocon is advancing her technical skills with a Mix Engineering course and has upcoming collaborations with a diverse range of artists and producers. flocon’s music has been spotlighted on BBC Radio, Kiss FM, and Spotify playlists such as New Music Friday UK and Charva Night. She continues to evolve her artistry, designing her own cover art, and experimenting across genres and songwriting concepts.

House • Bassline • Soul • Hip Hop
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Where is the purpose in your life
Where is the truth
Do you remember your hopes Your dreams
They are no longer your own
This day is for living your own life
Don't let this world capture your heart
Your passion lost to a thousand themes
Surrendered to the screen
This is not a story
This is not a book this is your life
And this is not a play
Some TV show you've seen
This is real life

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