這是我9年前還在讀大學的時候，在我租屋處錄的混音，沒想到在mixcloud上已經超過三萬多人收聽，雖然９年三萬多很廢但還是慶祝一下就決定找出原本的檔案放上來了！



I made this mix 9 years ago and uploaded to mixcloud,it hits almost 30k listeners,. feeling blessed and grateful that people still love this mix!!
so i went through my hard drive and would love to share it here on soundcloud!!
 hope yall enjoy it!!!

90 Hip Hop Mix

found this super old [and one of my favourite] mix of the duo that has changed my life in so many ways. 

Threw in a couple of my fav soundcloud edits that i thought were fitting.

*don't mind the mistakes, enjoy the vibes*

neptunes mix <3

[ roll dat / dance dat ]

The sounds of the 8th path records and beyond with The letter “C”

@the8thpath 
@thirdletterc

The 8th Path Records With The Letter “C” @ The Lot Radio 10 - 05 - 2022

U-koh Juke/Footwork Mix 2022.11.19

always loved the original beat. love her energy on this track.
so, made this easy #lofi edit with dope glamorous saxophone and chord.

enjoy!

London Bridge

MellowMondaze 002

A batch of 5 club remixes/edits. I had a lot of fun ripping 128kbps youtube acapellas off the internet and flipping them into something weird, hope you enjoy! Skibidibidumbarapap!

Gas Pedal Remix

[HOOK]

Showed up to a pickup game of flag football,
Just here to play, no real skin in the game—
How’s that sound to y’all?
“Great.” “Wonderful.” “Yes, let’s do it!”
First kickoff, bombs start to fall.

[VERSE 1 — ROLL CALL]

Rothschild,
Sick enterprise, inciting violence,
Funding both sides,
Don’t matter who wins—
Interest rate make sure no one survives.

Rockefeller,
Played Monopoly, became the winner,
Never realized the whole game
Was criticism and satire—
Nothing thrives, everything dies
In an empire.

All these Machiavellians
Indistinguishable from demons,
Spawning hellions—
Feel like I showed up to a pickup game
Of flag football,
Just here to play, no real skin in the game,
How’s that sound to y’all?
“Great.” “Wonderful.” “Yes, let’s do it!”
First kickoff, bombs start to fall.

[VERSE 2 — THE GAME]

Land mines tripped, stripping half the field,
Bought the referee, the stadium,
The emergency services—corporate shields.
Shoulda been smarter, too soft,
Name of the game: win at all costs.

Good ol’ boys, action more like pussy cats,
Calling it intellect but ain’t no intersect—
Just hiding, stabbing backs.
Tossed you the pigskin,
Nearly took off your head,
Started crying like a bitch,
Nuked the whole field,
Collected insurance on that.

What a fucking joke.

[VERSE 3 — BLOODLINES]

Old money families, trace it back,
Claiming divine mandate—
Trail only got hoof prints,
I think you’ve been had.
So evil, so cold,
Everybody calling you reptiles,
Metaphorically that holds—
Look more like toads to me,
Old and ugly, black magic, living slimy.

Seconds institutions
That subsidize off the suffering
Of your lost child.
They say you might just go insane
If they revealed the truth—

[VERSE 4 — THE DOOR]

Got interdimensional beings
Creeping through the lesions
You dissociate through,
Door opens both ways—
Spirit leaves, something comes in,
Wearing your face, speaking your language,
But the eyes went thin.

You called it divine right,
I call it possession with a pension,
Bloodline tradition
Of inviting in the thing
You should’ve never given permission.

Every ritual, every sacrifice, every pact—
You thought you were summoning power,
Power was summoning you back.
Leash so old you forgot who’s holding it,
Centuries of control
And you still think you’re the one controlling shit?

[VERSE 5 — THE ROAST]

So let me get this straight—
You sold your soul at a rate
Negotiated in 1397,
No notary, no witness,
Called it a divine mandate,
Fine print reads: everything, for all time,
No matter what—

And you thought that was a good deal?

Exposed to the sun you start to peel,
All that old money, old magic, old blood—
Can’t buy a thing that’s real.
Can’t grow a thing that’s real.
Can’t feel a thing that’s real.

Hoarded the whole board,
Bought every square,
Monopoly man with a top hat
And nothing under there.
You won the game, congratulations—
Forgot the part where
The box goes back on the shelf
And nobody cares.

[HOOK — REPRISE]

Showed up to a pickup game of flag football,
Just here to play, no real skin in the game—
Turns out they rigged it all.
“Great.” “Wonderful.” “Yes, let’s do it!”
First kickoff, bombs start to fall—
And they collecting insurance
On every single one of y’all.

[OUTRO]

What a fucking joke.
Old money, new demons, same smoke.
Generational curse calling itself a blessing,
Whole dynasty built on a hoax—
And the punchline?
They still think they wrote the joke.

[ roll dat / dance dat ]

otiumo