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Download: http://www.datpiff.com/HD-Stepping-Into-Tomorrow-mixtape.519118.html

Midnight Rider

oldie but goodie.
new record - 
https://soundcloud.com/kevinchampionmusic/no-return

Change(Feat. ThouxanbandFauni) prod. NxxxxxS

Elmer Fudd (Feat. Moxie Raia)
Produced By Saidbysed
Mixed By Gamal Abdu
Cover By Alexander R. & Lucky Lonji
#CAMP

Lyrics: http://genius.com/Jimi-tents-elmer-fudd-lyrics

Elmer Fudd (Feat. Moxie Raia) (Prod. By Saidbysed)

“Outside” is a song that transitions TUT’s music from inside the church aisles to outside where he confronts his community’s  everyday struggles of survival.

Art by Heather Cromartie (@H_Crom)

Preacher's Son

Outside (Prod. By Ktoven)

GLYPHIC X Wesson - You Know

Femdot (@femdotdotcom) - 97'
Featuring Sherren Olivia(@rennessyy)
Produced by D Phelps (@dphelps94)
Mixed and Mastered by Jabari Rayford

97'. (feat. sherrenolivia) [producedbyd.phelps]

Matt Gamin - Vocals

Antwon Corvette - Vocals

Snack Box! - Production

Akuma : Brane Kalis feat. Matt Gamin & Antwon Corvette

Prod/Mixed/Mastered by kojo a. (@kojomakesmusic)
Artwork by Lasafro (twitter.com/lasafro)

Music Video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PH8V_258EY0)
free download (http://stereoload.com/natedizzwald/switchblade-ft-jordxn-bryant)

~6 Angels 4.4.17~

Jordxn Bryant
(twitter.com/JordxnBryant)
(instagram.com/jordxnbryant)

wald.
(twitter.com/natedizzwald)
(instagram.com/natedizzwald/)

music video

Switchblade w/ Jordxn Bryant (prod. kojo a.)

Jez Dior x Packy x Samson - On the Road
produced by Samson.

cover by Samson, Brian Matsumoto, Blake Anderson

On the Road ft. Jez Dior, Packy

xxxtentacion Feat. Kin$oul & Killstation - Slipknot (Prod. P.Soul)

produced by Cxdy
@acr-production
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdUFOWuiZxD9RYnYSq1Xm0Q

mixed/mastered by paintriiip

I AIN'T SCARED OF DEATH (PROD. CXDY)

First song by me and @Leonin produced by @downtime.

December 5th, I replaced the original file with a better mix.

Black Rejects Club (prod. downtime)

FIFTY SHADES OF PINK (PROD. A FELLOW STRANGER x PAINTRiiiP)

Diary of the Devil is the first full length album from Rob Falco. it is a concept album that has a present theme throughout so listen in order.

Adam & Deceive (prod. Trade Voorhees)

LYRICS:

a nigga really wanna end his life , 
and i been struggling for weeks just feel to alright , 
somewhat content with everything that's been in my sight , 
things getting dimmer lately drifting further from that light , 
but i'm cool tho , 
and yeah i'm still acting like a fool hoe , 
tell me what the fuck you pack that tool fo' , 
still misunderstood hoe , 
guess that's why i dropped outta school tho , 
suicidal thoughts went from minor straight to full blown , 
can't blame you if you don't see shit the way i see it , 
i let it go and just keep being the way i'm being , 
im dreaming , 
things lose value and all it's meaning , 
i gotta watch my back cuz these niggas stay fuckin schemin , 
im feelin isolated , 
don't got no team an , 
everything is bland , 
i can't find no fuckin reason , 
to get out of bed , 
im stuck in my head , 
pop two in my chest , 
cuz as of lately i'd just rather be dead , 
and i ain't weak bitch , 
it's hard to make it through the weekend , 
it's pretty fucking sad seeing my old homies tweaking , 
and tell me why i feel like i ain't ever gonna make it , 
and why i got homies picturing my girl naked ? 
i'm trippin , 
it's nothin but lessons while i been livin , 
i've got scars on my wrist but i keep that shit hidden , 
ive faced it , 
this world just feels so fuckin tasteless , 
so if you wondering that's how my mutha fuckin days been 
my day's spent , 
wondering why i've stayed bent , 
i hate the fact that i can't even really change shit , 
i'm tainted , 
feelin like my souls been taken , 
ain't feelin happy lately , 
why the fuck i gotta fake it ? 
life standards , 
nah i can't meet em i can't stand it , 
and lately in my life i don't know what might happen , 
i'm trapped in , 
i hate that i'm so fucking stagnant , 
look into my face a man that's shattered in a thousand fragments

1,000 PIECES OF BROKEN GLASS [prod. by LEWIS PARKER]

Prod. by @killedmyself

Lyrics:

(Verse)
And if theres a god what would he think about the wrongs Ive done,
And would he question the temptations when I called my plug,
Or when the times got rough,
Why the fuck did I go through all those long nights struggling over one time puffin a blunt,
It fucked me up,
I recollect the pain that seemed to manifest whenever shit would never feel okay but its straight,
You shouldn't worry bout it,
Nobody's worried bout it,
Doctors tryna throw some pill bottles in my cabinet

(Chorus)
It ain't slowin down life can pass you by,
But thinkin of the past as the time passes you ain't gotta cry no more, ay,
No baby you ain't gotta cry no more, ay,
And if I got nobody then I guess that I'll be fine,
But all the fuckin drama that we got past no wonder why the ties all broke, ay,
And they ain't worth your time no more, ay,

(Verse 2)
I have a tendency to ask my friends if they enemies,
Cuz I met alot of people who pretend to be chill with me,
Then eventually depression would have let to them dippin,
But when they see Im comin up they tellin me we should kick it,
I copped a whip its offical,
I drive to dip from the system,
I can't fit in with the people around forget it continue to put my thoughts into verses,
Who woulda thought that the person they hated on for no reasons the one that harnessed a purpose

(Chorus)
It ain't slowin down life can pass you by,
But thinkin of the past as the time passes you ain't gotta cry no more, ay,
No baby you ain't gotta cry no more, ay,
And if I got nobody then I guess that I'll be fine,
But all the fuckin drama that we got past no wonder why the ties all broke, ay,
And they ain't worth your time no more, ay,

flowers. (prod. killedmyself)

...STYGIAN...
VERSE: walk wit a lean got too much on my back trade the pack for the cash till the path dat i mapped all match with the pacts that i bleed stagnant as he seems still movin upstream hear de water surrounding the clay on de ground turns de dust cuz its hell at his feet every step of the way bout as far as he sees tar that i breathe brings my cardio grief havent grieved since lil cuz deceased feel like i tunneled my visions the light funneled thin at the entrance the weight of peoples lives still troubles my existence its innocents dat die n im livin with these sins im not talkin suicide like abuncha niggas followin dat trend as if death aint shit its ben too long since i hit a bong i wanted to spread truth in my songs  dey want drugs depression bitchin n flaws

VERSE: chillin at de window bic killed de stygian pitches precipitation hittin the buildin hard as this spliff dats sittin in my prints as i pass to de blurry image a glowin face captivated peripheral vision roach burnt de black dust in-between de tips of acrylics gold n negro gloss combing silk to the feel fibrils amnesia bored a void in my brain aimed at the part that contained the little remains of my anger stress n my issues lately dey always ask me what am  i thinking crazy i ask myself de same thing frequent maybe cuz im just better off not speakin shady is what dey always gon end up readin makes me wonder why i keep breathin snakes be round ya neck and u cant even see it they shoot the hawk thats pulls it off em now my wings are bleedin crush the ant pile sit n smile n let eat me 

what are you talkin bout nigga spent a long time sittin still steal in hand thinkin bout if ima steal my life n end it forgive me cannibus distills existence cigarette stench made em hesitant to get into the whip reference to my chi yea my friends can sense it sensei over my sins sayin shit a introvert i only speak in integers especially wen im off the purp my energy i let it burst

GLYPHIC - Stygian (Prod. KAY KNIVE$ & Brehant)

taken from 'departures' lp
coming 8-18-18

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lyrics 
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stretch the palms,  grabbing the sky 
wretched past but he managing fine - he means that. 
bleed black, green pack, wrapped in the white. 
hang looser than the family ties 
 
trapped in the mind. he the arbiter of gloom
on a throne built from bones and the parts of his tomb. 
bask mid-mar with a staff for the stoop.
you can catch him at the marsh or the moon like ‘looms.
 
‘you can run but you can’t hide.’
they ain’t knowing it’s the other way round. 
running tracks ain’t the same as seeing finish lines. 
sitting by the riverside, puffing grey clouds. 
 
they ain’t rain though. still got the rain coat. 
pocket been carrying the kings like parliament 
twist spliffs in the mist; grass artisans. 
we ripped lips from the quip bark charlatans. 
 
could I tell you something I’ve never told anyone before? 
you see
 
oh looms. be thick as the smoke. 
see the sinner grew thinner and moved the mirror remote.
the lyrics and codes be promissory notes 
the seas will cease but he ain't never missing the boat 
 
it’s high tide and the bright side burn the neck.
learnt lessons earning debt from the damage of days
and he carry the weights, still the charity case 
and he still the most languid where he happen to lay.
 
supine - new live bruised from the start
but it’s calm, we all humans in the dance or whatever. 
so for now let us dance in endeavours.
you will never see the last of our efforts. 
 
and so the lo stay subterranean
bright as the night bet we bathed in its radiance
pen gripped - grade laced to the cranium. 
it’s never been about grading the salience

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