AMALGAMATE - DETTA'S CUT offers an alternate take on the original AMALGAMATE album by VNDTA released in early 2023 with over 25 artists around the world. 

This cut of the album has new verses from Riko Redz (and ofcourse VNDTA) as well as some nice new vocals from Chrissy Mae Valentine. 

Also available on all major streaming platforms :)

DETTA'S CUT - Paved Road ft. Ignotus

Produced by Kudo$ 
PRAIRIE-BOYZ ENTERTAINMENT

That's How It Goes

Cry Aloud

Knees

Stunna

Songwriter(s): Astro Rockit
Producer(s): Flamethrower

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkzPUm3ydME

@astrorockit

Bandcamp

Flamethrower - Wit My Dawgs (Feat. Astro Rockit)

GALACTIC BEAMS ft. Gucci Playboy

Can't Control

Ghost In My Head (Prod chillsebs x autrioly x Boyfifty)

prod. by ForteBowie and rickkromero 

Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye
Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye
Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye

Shawty havin juice like Minute Maid
Good water this ain't lemonade
Use to trick off and do the most
Moving like a boss, call it growth
Can't spend it if it ain't worth it
Moonwalking on a tight rope
I've been tryna balance out the love
Gotta keep the real ones close

I reciprocate if she ride under pressure
Make her own money. I ain't tryna finesse her
Call her big mama if you tryna address her
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser

Aye
Aye
Aye
Get the most not the lesser
Aye
Aye
Aye

Real bad bitch she ain't tryna get chose
Lil bit of money but she tryna get more
Got a plan, I can fuck wit it
Cuz lazy ass women I just can't support
I need a bitch that done been thru sum
These hoes ain't never been broke before
I need a lady that knows, fast as that money comes in is as fast as it goes

No, I ain't tryna impress her
Not into wasting time, we gone shine like the bezel
She ain't one of those, better know to respect her
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser

Aye
Aye
Aye
Get the most not the lesser
Aye
Aye
Aye

Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye
Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye
Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye

Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye
Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye
Smoke wit me, roll wit me, fuck wit me aye

top notch

‘Tell me can you find meaning in living,
Still caught giving it thought, I’ve misgivings,
Spent 37 years now doing my digging,
And pretty damn sure there’s something I’m missing,
The pieces that make me up are not fitting,
Not quite shaped to place, they won’t click in,
Sick of sitting around this well, well wishing,
Listening to elders, reading what’s written,
Do I turn to religion, leave Great Britain?
Too introspective? Into hair splitting?
Too reflective? Into gut spilling?
Whatever it is, I’m glum and not grinning,
Forever feeling beleaguered, hair thinning,
Feel detached there’s a gap I’m not bridging.’

‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’

‘When relaxing, feel guilt for chilling,
More time elapsing, spent unfulfilling,
My potential to which still clinging,
Potential for what? That’s why I’m tripping,
Still unsure, do mine or your bidding?
A divine being? Or am I just kidding,
Myself not facing facts not admitting,
Just a chimp? Just not in trees swinging,
Should I go back to battling, fight picking, 
Screw faced, taxing brats, knuckle clicking,
New life, now my phone’s never ringing,
No wife, now less luck with the women,
Now more timid, rigid when kissing,
Wind’s now coming in gusts while I’m pissing.’

‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’

‘Even though sober my heads still spinning,
Body not lean yet in the gym sweat dripping,
Eating protein yet still not slimming,
Am I too chicken and gonna give in,
Still all payback for my past sinning,
Snake lies in wake in the long grass hissing,
Can’t hold down a job, keep quitting,
Can’t control my gob, keep flipping,
How can you join a team, seem to fit in,
With no self-esteem, off sick, keep ringing,
Have a good moan to anyone that’ll listen
Workshy yet irked by no recognition,
Perched high having grandiose visions,
Predestined to pen these dreary compositions.’

‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’

Misgivings

Explaining thoughts through music🖤

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Stunna

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