Pretty Lights - "Can't Contain It (Blue Sky Black Death Remix)" from The Hidden Shades Record Store Day '14 release compiled of four b-sides from the Grammy nominated A Color Map of the Sun and four remixes of those tracks. Listen to the original Pretty Lights track at: https://soundcloud.com/prettylights/cant-contain-it

**If you purchased the “The Hidden Shades” vinyl release on Record Store Day you may notice that the version of this remix on vinyl is faster than this digital version. During the final stages of the LP pressing there was an error that caused Blue Sky Black Death's remix to be sped up on the vinyl. Email us ASAP at rsd@prettylightsmusic.com and we will send you a corrected version of the track. Thank you for your understanding and support!**

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Can't Contain It (Blue Sky Black Death Remix) - The Hidden Shades

Beatenburg - Scorpionfish

This is a collaboration from Shekhinah and Kyle Deutsch. Produced by Sketchy Bongo.

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Shekhinah x Kyle Deutsch - Back To The Beach (prod by Sketchy Bongo)

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[Lyrics]
Stephen Hawking couldn't comprehend the depth 
Of what lies inside my mind and I design with every breath 
Shakespeare couldn't hold a pen like me 
One like breaks illiterates, obliterates his syche 
Let me reiterate, inseminate your wifey 
Slayed tracks from styles from laid back to hyphy 
Yes I've made stacks, no Maybachs or icey 
Pricey Rollies, no he couldn't care slightly 
I retire to what you aspire to nightly 
I recognize that and I don't take it lightly 
I just set my sights at a higher height B 
"Could it be that you're just so much flyer yo?" 
Might be 
Never been hired, never been fired 
Never been tired, desired or secretly admired 
I play a social spectator here to collect data 
Crunch digits into lyrics that I store to catch wreck later 
Dismantle your philosophy in a split second 
Could give a damn about what an upper class twit reckon 
I'll have you reborn in a mere moment 
It's clear you're no opponent for the Arizonan ronin 
Getting caught up in my zone leads to serotonin depletion 
Known to leave a legion pleading at the feet of the Phoenician 
As you're leaching off the genius tryna feed off my secretion 
My rhyme feets are prime meet, you small potatas 
Still yelling we the greatest, give a fuck if y'all debate us 
Call as haters, we just acknowledge what's factual 
These other dudes rap, I make tracks that impact you all 
Every bar calculated, styles amalgamated 
Compiled algorithms in files that I created 
Drove miles sedated on an unpaved road 
In an unbuilt city but I still paid tolls 
The God laid scrolls for mere mortals to learn from 
As I lean back with a green quarter and burn one 
The rap black quarterback, white emcee rapping 
On any day sure to sack your first string captains 
I'm the worst thing to happen to rap since major labels 
The same ones that made you the rage and staged your fables 
You never paid dues, all you did was pay your way 
So when I'm rocking open mics you'll be rocking pay-to-play 
Quit talking, who cares who says who rocks it hard? 
Your arms are too short to trade blows with Docks the God 
Sure you can rhyme fine but next mine your flows subpar 
You cats are Primetimes; close but no cigar 

I forget better rhymes than you've written on the daily 
You could find me in the cut rolling trees, hitting Bailey's 
Sitting at an obtuse angle; the rap mongoose 
Slay snakes in the booth whenever I let a song loose 
I heard you got strong juice, let me water you down 
Lay a verse down and slaughter all of you clowns 
My domes cauterized from when I soldered the crown 
Not a wise guy was found in any part of the town 
Trying to step, they fall back like "Docks started it now!" 
Crowds gather around and peep the marvelous sound 
I'm a modern Quasimodo on a mission like Frodo 
Easily stepping over you fake lyrical Toto's 
While you take photos in mirrors I'ma shatter your vanity 
Hand written notepad full of utter insanity 
Manhandling Hannity's, I'm more like a Kennedy 
Making magic with profanities and other obscenities 
You can keep your paid packages and other amenities 
I'm independent to death just like a desert anemone 
Hundred percent of enemies can't mess with me mentally 
Testing the message I'm sending through the net and through Fenopy 
Like the venomous centipede that it is before it strikes 
I'm just trying to get love, give a fuck about the likes 
Tuck the bud up in my Nikes, hit the block once or twice 
Get dropped back at the crib, lay down and just write

lay down and just write

lay down and just write (prod Karavelo)

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Viva La Revolucion
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Feels Like Home (Radio Edit) [feat. Son Mieux]

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Instrumental by @MintHaze & @purpan.

Bam Bam Rubble (prod MintHaze & purpan)

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