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D’angelo

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Send It On

Edit 1x for D’Angelo. Press play and vibe.
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The Soulquarians / D’Angelo
The late ’90s and early 2000s were a golden era for soul music — largely thanks to a groundbreaking collective known as the Soulquarians. With artists like Erykah Badu, J Dilla, Common, Roy Hargrove, and my personal favorite, D’Angelo, this crew helped reshape the sound of hip-hop, soul, and everything in between.

Their collaborations were rich, genre-bending, and timeless. D’Angelo’s Voodoo stands as one of their greatest achievements — moody, masterful, and dripping in groove. If you know, you know. And if you don’t, now’s the perfect time to press play and find out. 

(Inspired by: Everything Is Noise – A Scene in Retrospect: D’Angelo – Voodoo)

Tracklist:
D'Angelo – Untitled (How Does It Feel) [Instrumental]
D'Angelo – Greatdayndamornin' / Booty
D'Angelo – Brown Sugar
D'Angelo – Lady
D'Angelo – Send It On
D'Angelo – Jonz in My Bonz
D'Angelo – Feel Like Makin' Love
D'Angelo – Me and Those Dreamin’ Eyes of Mine
D'Angelo – Smooth
D'Angelo – Chicken Grease
D'Angelo – Left & Right
D'Angelo – Devil’s Pie
D'Angelo and the Vanguard – Sugah Daddy
D'Angelo – I Found My Smile Again
D'Angelo and the Vanguard – Back to the Future (Part I)
D'Angelo and the Vanguard – Betray My Heart
D'Angelo – Spanish Joint
D'Angelo – One Mo’ Gin
D'Angelo – Higher
D'Angelo and the Vanguard – Another Life
D'Angelo and the Vanguard – Really Love
D'Angelo – Cruisin
D'Angelo – The Root
D'Angelo – Shit, Damn, Motherfucker (Live at the Jazz Café, London – 1995)

Cover art: D’Angelo performing in New Orleans, circa 2000. Photo by Mark Guthrie.

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1x for D'Angelo/ Essential [DJ Mix]

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[Just Jerk] Send It On - D'Angelo

Shifty Brent (1960's 50 Cent) - Many Men

The wind is speaking…
Can you hear?

Silent traveler, unseen guide
Carving rivers through the sky
Carries secrets, carries song
Endless journey, moving on

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand

Breath of ages, voice of time
Fading borders, crossing lines
In the stillness, it remains
Whispers flowing through the veins

I am nowhere…
I am everywhere…
Flowing through your memory…
Dancing with the air…

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand
Wind across the silence
Wind that never stays
Leading us forever
Through the endless haze

The wind is speaking…
The wind is breathing…
The wind is always here.

Wind (Psybient reload)

Shifty Brent (1960's 50 Cent) - Hate it or Love it

Streets stay cold  
Steel I hold  
Eyes on me  
Trust runs low  
Cash runs fast  
Pain don’t go  

Block too hard, no peace inside  
Move in the dark, nowhere to hide  
Streets on fire, no love to find  
Block too hard, no peace inside  
 
Masks on face  
Blood in rain  
Talk is cheap  
Loss is gain  
Life is war  
Still I remain  

Cold brick walls, shadows collide  
Step in the night, nowhere to hide  
Trust is gone, heart turns blind  
Cold brick walls, shadows collide  

Pressure rising, silence loud  
Cages breaking, no way out  
Drums of war in every block  
Hear the code, the street won’t stop  

Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Dark roads burn, I still survive  
Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Street runs deep, I’m still alive  

Block too hard, no peace inside

This is an AI cover of Many Men by 50 Cent. 

It was originally uploaded on 
https://www.youtube.com/@realalmostreal/

I did not generate this. 

Many Men (1950's Motown Soul AI Cover)

Freak on a Leash (AI Soul Cover)

21 Questions (1950's Soul )

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

I can’t find my voice
Words slip through 
Languages fold inside me

Machine breath,
I translate my own echo.
Every tongue, the same,

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

La machine surchauffe,
J'oublie mon propre son.
Je ne pense plus dans ma langue. 

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

Between signals I dissolve,
Meaning spins, never resolves.
Metal heart, electric skin,
No word left within.

Drift — language lost.
Drift — meaning crossed.
Drift — silence won.
Drift — I’m undone.

Drift

Kid Cudi - Day N' Nite (1950's Motown Soul)

Grenade - Bruno Mars (Blues CoverAi Remix).mp3

U Got It Bad - Usher (1950’s Soul Remix)

Yeah! (1960's Soul)

How You Remind Me - Nickelback (1950’s Soul Remix)

ai cover of the well know song, let me love you.

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Let Me Love You

Kendrick Lamar - Swimming Pools  1950s Jazz (Feel the Blues in Every Sip).mp3

Soft keys, low horns, morning haze.
Snap. Sip. Sunlight hits the face.

Sheets still warm, I stretch in time,
Clock keeps hush, rhythm’s mine.
Yesterday’s doubt slid off my skin,
Confidence curls where dreams begin.
A slow riff under my breath,
Mood so good it scares the stress.
Every pore hums—yeah, that’s bliss,
I woke up like this.

I woke up looking like this, no pretense, no fix.
Just a groove, just a glow, just this.
I woke up looking like this

Trumpet answers what my soul said,
Brushes whisper, I nod my head.
Coffee swirl, mirror grin,
Every scar now dressed in gin.
The world outside still half-asleep,
But my beat runs twelve feet deep.
Don’t call it luck, call it grace—
That’s the truth I wear on my face.

I woke up looking like this, golden tone, pure kiss.
Unlearned fear, kept the bliss.
I woke up looking like this

Mmm… listen—
Every woman, every man,
has a morning they finally stand.
No crown, no makeup,
just breath and rhythm waking up.
Say it with me slow:
I woke up like this.

How’d you wake up?
Like this.
How’d you shine so sweet?
Like this.
What’s that groove beneath your skin?
I been livin’, I been freein’.
I woke up like this.

Bass walks out, horns sigh,
one last brush, one long high.
Morning closes with a kiss—
I woke up looking like this.

I woke up like this (Jazz R&B reload)

Yeah… pressure in the air again
Breathe in slow, count to ten

Alarm rings, same old war
Emails stack like unpaid chores
Boss textin’, “Need it now”
No “please”, no “how”
Bills climb like ivy vines
Sleep runs out of time
Mamas pray, fathers fade
Kids learn hustle before grade
Everybody tryna fake a grin
But the storm keeps movin’ in

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Traffic jam, bills unpaid
Dreams get parked, hope delayed
Clock out, still clocked in
Even rest feel like sin
News feed full of hate and shine
We scroll like it kills the time
Love cheap, rent high
Fake smiles just multiply
Faith thin, but still we rise
Fire hidin’ behind the eyes

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Can’t cage what’s meant to heal
Pain turns steel
Every bruise becomes a drum
I’m loud till freedom come
Don't make me roar, no more

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, let the city hear
Every scar, every fear
Roar, still standin’ here
Can’t kill what’s sincere

Don’t make me roar (Trap Soul reload)

Lights low, my guard on mute
Heart talkin’ in substitute

I can be heat when the air turns thin,
Hands find space where words begin.
I can be skin under your breath,
Every touch a slow confess.
I can be pulse under your fist,
Beat for beat we co-exist.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

I can be frame for your shadow’s fall,
Shoulder to shoulder, we take it all.
I can be breath in your collarbone,
Heat translates in undertone.
I can be wave when the tempo slides,
Bodies speak where sound hides.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

No control, just clarity,
Two souls in polarity.
If the night decides our names,
Let the heat forget the shame.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
I’ll still be who I mean to be.
Cover image for 
Lights low, my guard on mute

Make what you want with me (Sensual Soul reload)

A Salute to D'Angelo'

Produced By Jairus "JMO" MOZEE   
Recorded and mixed by Joseph Syring 
@Goodness Gracious Studios
Arranged By BJ The Chicago Kid  

BJTCK | SEND IT ON Prod. By Jairus "JMO" Mozee

MM..FOOD

Potholderz (feat. Count Bass D)

One Beer

Deep Fried Frenz

Beef Rapp

Jason's Lyric The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

U Will Know (feat. B.M.U. (Black Men United))

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I woke up like this (Jazz R&B reload)

Terminalose