Soup To Nuts w/ Scratcha - NTS

Tyler, The Creator - Pothole (feat. Jaden Smith & Roy Ayers)

CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST: The Estate Sale

SORRY NOT SORRY

Maloya Gazé

Maloya Gazé (La Dame remix)

DO NOT DISTURB

IT'S US (feat. Lil Yachty)

Sombrero

Dance with Our Ancestors

Dub You Right

Two Little Boys meanwhile, was inspired after seeing two young boys aged around 11 or 12 "stuffing chicken and cornbread down their tasteless mouths, trying to revive shrinking lungs and a wasted mind." They'd walked into Sylvia's soul food restaurant in Harlem, ordered big meals, then bolted them down and run out the door. No one chased after them, knowing that they probably hadn't eaten in days. Fifty years later and children are still going hungry in major cities across America and elsewhere. Abiodun's poem hasn't lost any relevance at all, and neither has New York, New York, The Big Apple. "Although this was written in 1968, New York hasn't changed a bit," he admits, except "today, people just mistake her sickness for fashion."

The Last Poets - Two Little Boys

CHROMAKOPIA

Tomorrow

Judge Judy

Take Your Mask Off (feat. Daniel Caesar & LaToiya Williams)

THAT GUY [Tyler, The Creator]

Egotrip

ONEWAY

Verse

Shawty's a shawty; pouty when there's no flowers, cranky when she's tired, hangry when she's hangry, maybe I build a mango grove for her, rearrange the furniture would infuriate her, fury in her; 'I'm scared of your mom,' she says, rock'n bottom, rocky bottom, I've hit before, psychosis, hypnosis, prognosis, dead, head, can make a. bad afternoon, a good one,
Transgression, transcendentalism, transcending crescendo
I just want a post, lost my job, like he's on the highway, pray for me, pray for Trayvon, pray for Ben, kids that lost their life to the struggle, my mind's a bloody muddle, she doesn't like to see me in a puddle, 
My girl, this music thing fulfills me, my family, this music thing gives me wings, my friends, this music thing lets me take off
Friends, turned enemies, off of a missed like on an Instagram post, Instagram float, for all the lost lives,
Caffeine in my blood flowing, the crows waitin' for my dead body crowing
She likes top angle me, throw shots when she's med, fed up, when she's fed up, 'Go back to your mom's,' I say, 'We broke up twice, and it was all cause of you,' she says, put on the wrong shoe this morning, wrong shoe, before I go out the door, before I"m bored with all these haters, holed up in my house after I lost my job, COVID jobs, lobs from the universe to do what I'm truly here to do, fulfill me baby, live with me baby, live with me baby
Treat me like one of your boys, entreat me, like you a snail, and you took too many drugs, we left the drugs for the alcohol, bottled up rage, and pent up thoughts, driving me to suicidal oblivion, living in the masses of panic attacks, and depression, unconscious thoughts, contention, life, I take in strife, stride through Gums talking to me, through loose mirrors, figure I'd write a verse for it to clear my conscience, repentance, made a mention of you in my story, and you didn't like it, she says, living on the surface with no purpose, or living on the bottom with dangerous tides, and living truly living, True Religion
She eats me up like True Religion, efface my face, lift me up, and face me, faces green in my future, she says, as she reads me, read my palm, as we settle in palm trees, float like the bees, wade in till our knees, Lake Michigan seasons, she sees clearly through the timber, sometimes I feel better than everyone else, sometimes I feel worse than everyone else, sometimes I feel fallen, sometimes raised up from misery, but I want to be with my people, can get you carved up, hanging upside down for the people
Life, I take it in strife, take it in stride, stride gum for your bad breath, no threats, just self, happy in my self, peace for all and beyond, ecstasy from the trees and the mountains, we're looking for mom's fountain, I'm in my head too much, I could train you, to see things the way I see them, fame means nothing to me, watch me bleed for this music thing
rings, I bring back for the king
And, I'm lost under my mind, lobbing for pride
Looking for spiritual liberation, libations with the devil in heaven
With God

Tomorrow

Tyler, The Creator

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