Live and Raw Taste Test directs from the decks of Real. 
No Editing.
Image Credit @MisterSampson
Track cuts from Paid in Full Eric B & Rakim

Journey to Stop

Enhanced Remix DJ Real.
Lyrics Et Al.
Track Hella Beats

Woke Up Dead (Feat Et Al. And Hella Beats)

Lift Up

Composition of lyrics, piano and scratch.

WW3 with Cuts ft. Et al.

Phenomena track 

Experimental song about an observer of a phenomenon who discovers his compulsion for collecting photo proof restricts his free will to just experience a phenomena that no one will believe anyway. Stop recording and start observing!

Inspired by and feat. Et Al.
Also featuring Amar-zing on flute.

Get a couple pics grab the iphone
Get a couple pics with the lights on on on
Get some evidence phe no minon
So people will know the truth for the TV show

nine k's north-of town
lights descend down
omi-nous stillness
a crafts on the ground

emer-gence of some-one
they move a-round
what's going on
I hear a sound

thumping low down cold blood
my heart it pounds
I'm frozen in fear
teeth chatter I found

something no one
will ever be-lieve
must get some proof
to send to TV

Unexplained phenomina
Unconstrained recording of
Im insane, just the same I've obtained a claim to fame

Proof of my experience smoking gun I'm serious
Caught on sight on video 4 K, I have it here for you

What's that you say, come follow you
No problems why the attitude
Is this the time for writing down
The details for the interview

Where's the host and where is this,
you told me you were from TV
I don’t know why your grabbing me
Syringe in hand, what is happening

Get a couple pics with the iphone
Get a couple pics with the lights on
Get a couple pics for the TV show

Get a couple bricks hit the licks slow
Looking through the window
Mesmerised eyes, fear in side
Muscle move no, eyes wont close
Don’t want to see
Eyes wont eyes wont eyes wont close

Im the observer, event preserver
Phenomena evidence award deserver
Free will my forte but now I'm more see
One with all consciousness that brought me
Here… among universal observers
Compulsion for proof restrict my free will
Doubt and disproof I deserve this.

After leaving my body down there on the ground.
The eyes that don’t close , the ominous sound
No time has passed
nothing on my phone
I cannot explain phenomenon

Phenomena Feat Et Al and Amar-Zing

Nonsensical Work in Progress.
Inspired by the great et al.
And Improved at https://soundcloud.com/etalaf/441-sudden-situations0

I'm me myself and I 
Equipped with one redundant eye
Observing interpreting modelling light
Into vivid reality that is my normality
A construct of now or then it's a fallacy
I'm just a self aware instantiation
Of a multi threaded process in a
Organic computation 
Am I running on a brain that’s made of meat.
Not me, I'm software on my on heart  
Connected to these eyes and those feet
You think that’s funny, don't look close
there both left, and I can see my nose and my mustash is the best

Sudden Situation when I wake up as a patient
With my brain in a jar replaced with a com pu tar
I can taste the silicone of my circuits, 
I burp bit, a freak show from a circus

Why am  I in this dimension
Into a peculiar situation
But you know that theres a reason
Et al sent an invitation, to be brave try to face the
Complication, an offer or challenge
Now I'm in a situation of unbalance
Talking utter nonesense et al allowed us.

We all live in a sudden situation
Its just some crazy code running in a simulation

Sudden Situations

A Rhyme about Brain Fog
Vocals: DJ Real (pt 1), Et Al (pt 2)
Scratching: DJ Real
Beat: Leathal Needle

Grimy dirty beats in my ear drums
Dusty grove crackle and a reverb Tom drum
The are just some of the things on my mind
Beats, cuts and scratches, rhymes and lines

But right now my neurons refusing to fire
In rhythms and vibrating harmony dier
straights for someone with mindset and knowledge
Intellect killed by brain fog and nonesense

I've Wrestled this problem ___ frustrated I wanna shout
Arrrr! why won't you just tap out

I'm damned when I do, im damned when I don't.
Arrr! Why won't you just tap out

My mind, flooded with emotions I can't hear myself think,
Trying to remember that thing that was linked
To the other thing he said when I tried to explain what I meant.
my patience is spent.

I got brain fog brain fog brain fog
The caffeine in my veins is a dud drug

I got brain fog brain fog brain fog
I can't think straight my mind clogged

I know I need to breathe get some o2 to my mind
Fuel that baby up till I find
The point __i wanted to express just now
But time has passed. it don't matter any how.

Why is my mind shutting down is it sleep, Yes its sleep
sit back, _____kick up my feet

Close my eyes, give it rest just an hour let it load
Build new Connections neural net lets go

Phoa woew I nodded off unseen
Whats that ___ do I smell coffee roasted beans
What was I doing oh that’s right Figuring, pondering, thoughts at day
but now its night ____ its seems I might
Have pushed that brain fog out of my head
I can think straight again, hello brain my old friend

hello DJ Real, welcome to your neuroanatomy
i'm axons projecting from neurons
to make synapses on to nuerons in another location
and quantum mechanically
change the situation
you put in caffiene, you get a dopamine
you put in cocaine
fly like an aeroplane
but today we're just a lil choo choo train
choo choo choo choo choo choo
we think we can't but if we start
i'll make nueral pathway art
yeah man we can, we will we have we did, let's do it again

you got brain fog
bro, i'm a brain frog
hop from here to there
conceptualate create
english on the fly
and write it
up across the sky
i'm just meat
but then what is my imagination
a fictional fixation
confirm the world
and its existence
by correspondence
with another brain fog victim
and yes, both y'all think it's real
but you're just talking to a vision

Brain Fog By DJ Real - Ft Et Al

Enhanced Version with @etalaf

Lyrics:

creator
contributor
distributor
consumer
 
On occasion there exists a dimension between time and space
where strange thing happen,
 normality's trapped between implausible and plausible     
that wouldn’t exist if you hadn't  done what you had done

 
is god a virus
is the earth flat
are we living in a simulation
signs you may have adhd
32 ways to cook fried chicken
the man with no legal entity
jesus the carpenter
jesus the chef
jesus the alien
jesus in india
jesus at roswell
jesus the homosexual bombshell

Stranger Things, happen everyday
well at least to Eleven anyway
Billy, oh Billy don't you lose my number
i will save you's from the upside downie
awake from my slumber
struck through the heart
struck by thunder
thunderstruck
oh, it's a long long way to the top
ride on

saw a lady, older lady, she homeless
prolly didn't register or know that i had noticed
gankin big mac's waiting at mcdonalds
nickin uber eats
but she only ordered waffles
anyway, the lady got her breakfast
AND a coffee
AND she ate it
thought i saw her shifting shape
i blinked and it had faded
partner in crime
signaled the sign
she leaped accross the street
like she was not of our kind

i remember it was thursday, just got paid
i had tried to chase her down but by now she got away
grabbed a cab quick
i'm glad they still exist
and said, drive drive drive
i'll pay double plus tip

car schreeched away, and the driver said "bro
i'm glad to take you anywhere, just tell me where to go"
right about then, i pulled out a 10
said follow that alien
left at the end
right at the lights
keep her in sight
she movin with the speed of a motorised bike
"i'm a get a video and stream it out live"
dude! look out *crash* "i guess we have arrived"
lookin at each other we both got the doubts
we both got that feeling like we're being checked out
being watched
suddenly a shadow approachin on our six
day turned to night like a solar eclipse

Stranger Things, happen everyday
But  at least to Eleven anyway
Billy, oh Billy don't you lose my number
i will save you's from the upside downie
awake from my slumber
struck through the heart
struck by thunder
thunderstruck
oh, it's a long long way to the top
ride on


Strange creepy folk, I've seen them in my
feed, you won't believe it   let me tell you what I've seen.

Occult like, they consult like 
to make adults fight so they revolt right.
They make insults right, News bytes, hold tight, confused right
Conspiracies leading taxi drivers to  Suicide
That strange lady older lady was something else   
Lucky my car cam captured her to prove it to myself
There she was, hauling ass round the bend News-
paper and waste twirling right out the bins Looking 
close at her legs I knew something was  wrong looking 
more like some insect her feet were too long
And them knees, oh them knees they bent back
As she shed off her clothes  and turned to look back 
As she faded away, cam-o-flaged chameleon 
 strangest thing,  ride on

ride on (music. H1TMAN Beats) Feat Et Al

Written and performed by DJ Real
Beats by Drill

Lyrics:

Free for profit music... there is no  profit in this artform,
The minute I click save algos pre train all of it and transform

audio waveforms to stock libs with fast sorts, 
combined to extract, support or abort.

Creators of this  universe get paid in entertainment 
Their construct materials just photonic waveforms that are

Mimicked by the artists of sound  chasing the  audiences of clowns
Who's appalling stance on sound expanse with obsession for high counts of 

follow-backs the follow-backs , try to make a living of the follow-backs 
Failing forward every day for the follow backs for bots not people on the social chats  

Try so hard there is no profit in this game
 accounting for the pain including lack of sleep and shame
 
 Instead  pursue the betterment of self  and creativity
Bring dreams and thoughts to life let et al show the path infinity
We can create the audio the waveforms of phonetic form
To harmonise our music art and manifest the real c'mon!

[CHORUS]
Free for profit music... there is no  profit in this artform, yeah, yeah yeah
Free for profit music... there is no  profit in this artform, Extract, Support, Abort

Free For Profit

Free For Profit (Beats by Drill)

A Challenge to get retired rappers rapping.

Music Production: DJ Real
Vocals: DJ Real

Lyrics:

This is for the rappers in retirement
Get up off your assess and come on represent
Show them how it's done, the eighties nineties have thought you well
Let's blow up hip hop 
bring back your emcee selves

Forget your 50s something life, locate your glasses for your sight
Let's get together for the life that made you who you are that right
You are the ones that took the mic, you are the ones that rocked the night
You wrapped the cord around your hand and held it tight that’s right

You wrote the rhymes, delivered on time with nothing more than DJ finds
You managed to climb on stage  smile and freestyle whatever came to mind

The vibes were dope, the crowd was pumped, the dj scratched the speakers pumped
And it was the place, shaken by with bass That shook in the stage, DJ did place

coins on stylus arms to stop the 1200 Technics skips
And stage surrounds taped down the cords of fallback and pyro-technics
Just for the extra effects of your hair on fire.

And now that DJ Real has placed the challenge here for you
All you got to do is be courageous too and step up to the mic and be the emcee that you were now I want to hear the raps from you

Afraid To Feel

Retired Emcee Challenge

Written, Produced, Recorded and Performed by DJ Real.

Lyrics will come when you add them

Who Is He?

Had a lot of fun making something different.
Written, Produced, Recorded and Performed by DJ Real.

Yes Australia is Hot.

[INTRO]
What you gonna do when the sun comes down on you 
down under its hot down under

Mate its farkn hot down under

Sunshine, Let's get crispy.  
 
[VERSE 1]
Burn burn burn my skin's on 
fire Mercury climbs higher

No where to hide, no reprieve, no relief In 
Australia the heats bakes crisp!

Burn, burn, burn the heatwaves stern, we die or learn by fire
Stay out the light, live at night cover sight.
In Australia the heats got bite

[CHORUS]
Now the city of Melbourne will see it's hottest day
The heatwave sweeping the country
The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy  
The city and the heat

Now the city of Perth will see it's hottest day
The heatwave sweeping the country

Sunshine, let's get crispy  


[VERSE 2]
Break rules your demise the sun's rays Risky
Packs a punch, turns living things Crispy

[CHORUS]
The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy 

Now Sydney's Turn
The city of Sydney will see it's hottest day
The heatwave sweeping the country
The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy 

The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy 

Now the city of Adelaide will see it's hottest day
The heatwave sweeping the country

The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy 

[OUTRO]

The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy 

The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy 

The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy 

The city and the heat
Sunshine, let's get crispy

Crispy

Crispy (Australian Heatwave)

Electronic Remix of my previous track
Jays Necessary Evil

Currently being written and produced by DJ Real.
This is and still work in progress - Feedback VERY welcome.

In the world of SoundCloud, there's a rapper named Jay,
Dreaming big, wanting fame his way.
His tracks were solid, his lyrics were tight,
But success, just out of sight.

With fiery rhymes and beats that groove,
He believed he had what it took to prove.
But he needed a boost, a secret plan,
To get one million fans.

One night, in his room, feeling quite unsure,
A mysterious message, a possible cure.
A producer, unknown, yet his offer was real,
To elevate Jay's career .

The methods and sounds they were unconventional,
It lifted his hopes for Jays dope session Flow
A necessary step, in the rise of Jay
The soundcloud artist with a struggling way

In the SoundCloud world, where stars are made,
Jay's music now had the ultimate aid.
Did he dance with devil did he sign a deal
was his million fans real.

Jay, wondered had he takend the bait
Met the necessary evil to change his way
With no going back Platforms don't play
His music career astray

[Chorus]
Jay the soundcloud artist He got skills
but breaking through Is struggle still
he tries so hard to climb that hill
That' s how he feels

[verse 2]

Monday morning came with no difference near
Was he scammed, I paid for nothing Jay feared
In the afternoon numbers started going up,
Satisfying Jays mood from the savage mood shock.

With a fantasy mindset, ego fuelled by stats
He imagines himself with the label reps
Money from his rhymes equals he is the smartest
The numero uno SoundCloud artist.

_ But assumption the destroyer of dreams
Jays profile vanished, no tracks, no streams.
Only small print. Conditions and terms ,
He had not seen

Tough words for the guy who promised the world
What the fuck did I pay for, Jay dropped the word.
But hustlers get hustled in the jungle all day
Jay's ego got used against Jays dismay.

Sitting back in his chair biting nails pulling hair
A zoned out stare Jays mind contemplates where
He could dispute , where he's could Plead
his reinstatement Return of his creed

All his hard work blocked, fan base null now
Who are they to block who reads the terms anyhow
Without the artist platforms are defunct
Who are they to play these games, Jays on the hunt

For someone and their boss Who kicked him from the game
His fury growing steady, anger burning with flames.
It was Thursday and nothing has changed
His cries gone unheard, anger turned to shame.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday Monday
A week has passed _ without hope.
Jay the sound cloud artist. He was struggling to cope

[Chorus]
Jay the soundcloud artist He got skills
but breaking through Is struggle still
he tries so hard to climb that hill
That' s how he feels

Jays Necessary Evil Remix

Artistic Experimental Track.
Instrumental  20 syI
Written, Composed and Performed by DJ Real.


Don't you tell-me  how you wanna do it, do it!
Wanna  dance now?  Do you wanna do it? Construe it.
Parked at the point of panic, with Money Pennys picnic blanket
You picked the perfect time to talk trash on this channel.

Figure this one out it bounces round my temple
I could pretend I could make sense of your emojis 
your nonsensical comment bits and inauthentic self links

Its obvious .. You play the game to get the fame But god damn

Maybe you've hired a bot a savvy human not
Or maybe you're just trolling here cant stop, 
maybe you got me reading these comments to entertain
I could reciprocate the same

Don't you wanna do it just an short while 
 dance around the comment section take turns while
The other drops a new rhyme and money penny gets a new style
And in the meantime the sun sets and time rewinds

Sunset Rewind

Feeling gratitude so here is take 2 (12 Nov 2023) of November Days.
V3: Base Strings, Scratches, Bridge and extra chorus.
V2: Chorus, 2nd Verse,
V1: Production and 1 Verse

Written Performed and Produced by DJ Real

Look out for updates

Lyrics:

[verse 1]
This is my Sunday afternoon.
I'm sitting by the beach drinking gin and Tonic.

I sit here staring out at the clouds
Ignoring people disappear in the crowd

The spot is nice its got sun and its got shade
I love these, November days

[Scratch chorus]
You know how I feel
You know how I feel
You know how I feel
You know how I feel

[Verse 2]
I didn't mind waiting, 
I just sip my gin
You're worth waiting for 
You're good company.
Bring your joy, take a seat, grab a chip
And one for your dog, let's chillax take a  pic.

share your thoughts smell the salt from the waves
I love these, November days

November Days

Thank you @etalaf for the amazing raps.
Check out his music at https://soundcloud.com/etalaf/tracks

G'day Indeed, DJ Real Remix (music. Et Al & Ogi Feel The Beat)

Draft collaboration with DJ Real & Tha Nasty Mc.

Lyrics and Vocal performance  Nasty Tha MC
DJ turntablism DJ Real
Production Nasty MC
Credit sample Drops from Rakim & Marcus Black



Doin What It Does

Do What It Does (Ft. Nasty Tha Mc)

DJ Real's Challenge taken up by Nasty Tha Mc.

"Fresh Live"

Todays Special Fresh Live

Todays Special Fresh Live (Ft. Nasty Tha Mc)

DJ Real Reloaded Remix
Production LejJa & DJ Real
DJ Turntablism: DJ Real
Vocal & Lyrics Wolfie

Wolfie - DiCaprio (DJ Real Remix)

Remix for my main man et al.

Written and Performed by et al.
Scratch, bass, keys - DJ Real

Et Al's Solo Like Han (DJ Real Remix 2023)

Check Your Mail et al.

Philosophical discussion between @the-dj-real & @etalaf

Samples riffs from Quincy Frierson with enhancements 
Production DJ Real
Raps and Cooking: DJ Real & et al.

[REAL]
let's make a song about making music with interpolation

[etal]
ok, but only a fraction of people make music. so, relatability is limited to fractions.

[REAL]
Of the human people that will ever come across our music, I reckon it's a large fraction.
 
[etal] 
well, ok, but what about future artificially intelligent listeners?  are you going to say i'm just being stupid now?  what about interpolation, let's get back on topic.  i know what it is.  but tell the a.i. fans.
 
[REAL]
ai's don't listen they measure with treason 
to overthrow reason of creative artesians.
 
Oh my rhetoric rhymes don't flow like they should, interpolation is the way forward understood
 
Water unlike your rhymes don't flow uphill, but ai's don't get that and interpolate facts incorrectly and fall flat.
 
I know it's a conversation and rhymes don't belong here, but this is my mind melding moments of mumbles and memories to munge meta wisdom succinct from unstructured instinction 

[etal]
I wish I could tell ya, I, I heard of that
But I put my ear to the wall *tap* *tap*.  The ghost in the machine was at my screen, I heard a tap *tap* *tap*.
 
I spoke to ghosts inside machine, in fact it was my profession
Sometimes I even gave computer programs school lessons
They asked if I was psychic, if I could control peoples minds
I said, no of course not but I 
can control the mind of a computer, I can make it mess up 2 plus two
I can read it's private memory
And find out what it knows about you

[REAL]
By tapping on walls, you hear the taps in your walls where the water that don't flow up hill flows through control solenoids.
But in these smart homes AI's in control of those

[etal]
what bpm you think it is, i'm wondering if i can triple it
i'd like to see tech 9 interpolate and try my rhyme you think he could deliver it?
i'm into it, but inconsiderate of compers taking takes and making fakes
one shot the lot and then i'll listen, hit the brakes, until then i'm dissin

[REAL]
Well interpolation as I understand treats music as ingredients.
You could cook up a recipe and turn the flames up on the BPM.
Until then, we interpolate 90 beat per minute track from Quincy, our soundcloud friend.

[etal]
well's are for water, you should teach yourself shorter
paths to points, dance with joy
literally let words be dance steps
shine on stage and get the answers.

[REAL]
Answers? I seek answers, But artificial intelligence just interpolates
Answers once published for similar subjects
The answers I seek need discovering, et al help me
Philosophize and interpolate universal truths for my hippocampus
[etal]

bro, don't get me started on campus's
but anyway, do you know the analogy of a monkey riding an elephant?
that's 2 of the elements, but the elephants riding a dinosaur
and the dinosaur is riding a bacteria, like listeria, a virus or
no not a virus a virus is not like 
us as much as a mushroom is not lik
us
but who we are is not like 
us
and if we knew who we were we would not like us
discuss




Interpolation (Interpolating Quincy Frierso)

Written, produced and Performed by DJ Real. 

Utilises interpolation from @Dizzkant.

A song about the right hand of DJ Real called M!$$ Money.

LYRICS:

She's the necessary evil
no time for pleasantries 
No shadow of doubt

Messenger of truth
dictates necessities
Beware of her clout

Tiny miss money is out
On the prowl stab stab
Stabbing punks in the crowd

Mercy for none stabbing punks need no gun
Shes hungry, stab stab stab 
taking names, placing cuts
  
For the next big stabbing
She's headline grabbin stab

There's no guessing what'll happen
When stab Tiny Miss money starts stabbin'

Tiny miss money aint a dee jay
That’s what she said
But the people don't believe it

Cos the cuts they're real on the street
Miss money cuts hard and the grooves they're deep.

She cuts left she cuts right she cuts back
She cuts the echo with a stab stab stab
 
Miss money's uses 5 daughters
Wiped on thighs removes sweat waters
The middle stands tall for the haters
The rest deliver cuts and works faders.

Tiny Miss Money's got a double
Left hand transporter of trouble

Stabbing cuts like the right dropping punks through the night
Breaking rules, Money's routine is tight.
Juggle 2, juggle 3, they line em up
Punks stabbed with cuts, DJ's just stop

M!$$ Money

DJ Real Remix of my M!$$ Money Track.
Let me know if you like it?

M1$$ Money

Miss Money Bounce Remix

Written, Produced and Performed by DJ Real (Mostly)
samples of Gabor Mate

Experimenting with writing, vocal tones, ad libitum and scratch.
Feedback welcome.

Lyrics:
Some folk think the world knows what' s going on,
and pretend to keep up, as a way of survival.
   
With a life half full it's getting better by the day,
and the week, and the year, it's a way of survival.

We can live with regrets or we can live to forget
and step out of our roles, give life to our souls.

Some folk have a life half dead, searching for life
through the week and the day and meaning inside.

We could live to expect less and sit in a pretense,
numb feelings from the past tense. Be alive all!

DJ Real

Half Life

Just a fun weekend experimental jam:
Beat by unknown provided By Nasty Tha MC
Jungle Jungle

It’s a Jungle beat
It’s a Jungle beat

It's  Saturday already
I don't know what happened ate Spaghetti
And then I had to get up
And get ready

It’s a Jungle beat in my mind
Jungle Jungle 

Oh shit its Sunday, I didn't sleep in 
I went outside and wondered when it's Monday
But it wasn't Monday It was Saturday
I had to get ready
 
It’s a Jungle beat in my mind

By now you gotta wonder why
I gotta get ready on a Saturday
I don't even know why I gotta get ready
It's fuckin weekend, dick head.

Jungle Jungle 

Bored badabing is not a name of a thing
Its the name of a profile on the Nintendo

Jungle Jungle 

Try to pick my pocket find a whole 
Extra large tootsie roll
You can kneel down and enjoy that.
 
It’s a Jungle beat in my mind

Jungle Jungle 

And while you're wishing that you hadn't
Picket a pocket,  pout be saddened
Rest assured need not be petty
Its Saturday. I had to get ready

Bored Badabing had to pause
Picture perfect with applause
Primed from the pillage from the source
of loot of fueled scores
My brain was sore

It’s a Jungle beat in my mind

Jungle Jungle 
Jungle Jungle 

Normally I'd cut it up,
I will stand tall in ma flip flops
Making beats I just can't stop, 
jungle beats they gotta drop

Pulling words off up a top, 
my head's clogged with follow-ups
With jungle beats my ears will pop
Ignore the stuff like rock and pop

Make room for real OG hip hop
To me it's art you heard right what
The jungle beat it helps a lot
To get out words my brain had blocked.
Ah what the fuck.
Jungle Jungle 

And I'm Late

Jungle Jungle

I gotta get ready
 
It’s a Jungle beat in my mind

Jungle Beat In My Mind

I'm a Bank

collaboration with @etalaf.
Recorded in Perth Western Australia
March 2024
music by Basedstarprod

Phatten Up feat Et Al + DJ Real


Written, performed and mixed by: @the-dj-real Perth Australia 2024
Music composer by: ZAWU_BEATS
Fantabulous Vocabulists Chorus performed by @etalaf

Confusion stems from down town, 
Ricochets off sound cloud
From Portland,  Perth and planet Earth 
embeds in ear drums snares pound 
Drop the top around town,
Decks EQ'd,  surround sound
One thousand reasons artesians hate weekends now

Damn Hypocrite's hypothesize 
Damn history's to blame
Damn Rappers spit they're ostracized 
Vocabulists they claim

[chorus]

Bring out the best for the ones that do follow 
for they are the ones that encourage  they holler.
Engage the ones, distain the words of rappers bring forth defense enrage us  
We are poet souls, 
Try tame us

[chorus]

Fantabulous Vocabulists (Feat et Al)

Written, Produced and Performed by @the-dj-real for @Soundcloud first.
Artwork: Passers-By, Soldier.


This is and still work in progress - Feedback VERY welcome.

Lyrics:

Et al hasnt broken his shift key, resistant to rules no capitals like Nauru
Artistic freshness he brings out the best-est, with DJ Real representing the west.

et al radicale

@the-dj-real is an Independent Artist starting as a 90's DMC DJ Turntablist - scratching, writing, rapping and producing his way through the modern 20's.

Experimenting with new and creative music, open to sound cloud artist community collaborations. Recording  for the joy of self improvement, discovery and creativity.

Let's chat, message or tag me on Sound Cloud. No marketing please.

DJ Real

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