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Hardest U18s Cypher 2021 || Hazey Only || BL@CKBOX

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AS TIME GOES BY EP listen here  
AZINO is an exciting,young rapper from Hainault east London. AZINOs word play and clean delivery transends across rap and drill as he attacks them both with his intense story telling and his masterful song writing talent .  
AS TIME GOES BY is a vivid, raw EP, filled with untold stories of pain and trauma which most underprivileged(HOOD) youths can relate to. 
AZINOs EP was writen when he was just 17, AZINO then revisited the songs and created a masterpiece for the streets. East London rapper AZINO from Hainault has started to gain street buzz after his BlackBox went viral.Since then the artist has dropped heaters for the streets and is read to distribute his first EP.
‘Nothing to prove’ the lead single , is giving UK drill classic .Without holding back AZINO using lyrics and occasnially shows his melodic side in tracks ‘Show me’. ‘Lord Knows’ and the ‘The truth’ are 6 minutes of pure authentic realness, which his listners love him for.
‘‘As Time Goes By… I get older n start to realize time is everything, I’ve never been good at communicating my thoughts through conversations, so I use music to express myself, I made this EP at 17/18 in a mad headspace at the time, the track titles signify what I've been realizing as time goes by. This is just a dose of what I've got I'm just dropping this lil package for appreciation’’ – Azino
Previous successes include his previous street anthems  ‘Where im from’ , ‘Rolling’ & ‘Gotta be rich’ which have over 100,000 youtube hits combined. He also featured on the popular street platform BLACKBOX where hs freestyle has got 40k views. AZINO has features on GRM DAILY MIXTAPE MADNESS and MEMEPRESS.

Azino - Lord Knows Official

Rakz - The Hotspot (Instrumental)

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MyDeepestSong

nobody but you (Prod.smuh)

Grandfather died clutching his chest in the den
Wind-up monkey grinning at him, drumming again
Petey Shelburn sailed back from Mombasa possessed
Brought the thing home, wrapped it, blessed—
His wife found him stiff by the Christmas tree
Cymbal crash, rat-a-tat-tat, mechanical glee
The pattern repeats like a genetic disease
Each generation somebody drops to their knees
My father tried burning it, cursed thing wouldn't catch
Buried it six feet deep out by the toolshed's latch
Three weeks later uncle's heart stopped on command
Same month they excavated, dug it up by hand
Now Hal and Bill, twin brothers, fifty-three
Both got the letter, both inherited the key
Storage unit upstate holding family remains
And one clockwork demon that remembers our names

The beat goes on when you wind the spring
Death keeps rhythm to the song it sings
Tin-plated devil with those painted eyes
Plays the requiem before you die
The beat goes on, can't break the chain
Blood harmony, ancestral pain
Every Shelburn knows the sound
Drums that drag you underground


Bill says smash it, melt it down to ore
Hal says that's how father thought before
You can't kill what was never quite alive
It finds its way back, helps the curse survive
I remember being seven, heard it from the attic
Mom screaming don't go up there, getting frantic
But kids don't listen, so I climbed the stairs alone
Found it playing by itself, sat there on its throne
Velvet box, mahogany, Victorian grotesque
Simian prophet banging out your death
I touched it once—the metal cold like cancer
It stopped, turned its head, I swear it knew the answer
To every question I'd eventually ask
Why we're born just to complete this task
Hal's got kids now, Bill never married
Both understand the weight they've carried


They meet at dawn where the property ends
Brothers who barely speak, no longer friends
Hal brings a pickaxe, Bill brings the box
They've wrapped it in chains, cathedral locks
Concrete tomb, eight feet deep this time
Rebar cage, like they're sealing up a crime
Bill pours the mix while Hal recites a prayer
Neither one believes but both know it's fair
To offer something to whatever's listening
The monkey's face catches morning sun, glistening
For a second both men hear the mechanism click
Hearts skip together, psychological trick—
Or maybe not, maybe it's winding itself again
Maybe their children will stand here with a pen
Writing notes about the thing their fathers buried
And the drumbeat pattern that their bloodline carried

[Outro]
Sixty years from now some kid will feel the pull
Storage unit auctioned off, inheritance annulled
They'll find a concrete block, jackhammer through
Velvet box inside, still perfect, still new
Wind the key three times and wait for proof
That some curses do