smooth raps

01. Intro

hard 2 remember

merry chrizzzmas from ya boy 
#botm2022 #happygdayJC
production by dj blackpower

In My World

Vinyl - https://sekito.databeats.com/vinyl/sekito006

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Thanks for listening!

Alfa & Emmavie - Insomnia

imicabango nemizwa iyona ndikimba yalobu buciko.

tankrank bop

Canvas Sativa's Debut Mixtape. 
The soundtrack to my dreams, i'll just let the music tell a story...

11. Mars Avenue (feat. Phonikz)

slowjam sase brakpan. w/Teezo & uBambizinto

nawa amalyrics wakhona
(here are the lyrics)


I did backflips in the third grade . That affected my confidence in the best way . If i could bag this girl from ethiopia , play her franks version of steves version of close to ya . Rotten eggs getting thrown at ya , get off the fucking podium . Aint no such thing as first place in a rat race . The first breath is what its like to get paid . After 30 days of dishing out 'lemme explains' . How she supposed to love ya, minimum wage ? Shes supposed to love me, when did that change ? These are tough things . And her friends just keep interrupting . Niggas with everything she wants whisper sweet nothings . Faith keeps disrupting . As i walk away . The last stretch right before the sub . Hoes be lyn right before the cub . Like the kid is ours knowing you aint the only one . Stuck with the shit while the father uzzi vert shoulder rubs . With woman who want the same thing we know wassup . Sloane ,not this again . A heart of gold to a blind woman shines different . I wouldve lied still in it . Im welding im fixing it . Polished it thinking this old thing ? Remind me to stop questioning value . A coat of rust removed whats unravelled , the travel channel . The golden handle . My face a saddle . And the taps on my face forget to sea .. while im driving at high speeds , mama praying it dont repeat and thats why im still alive . Dont worry about me im rambling guys . My hand is vase bouqe of marlboro reds thinking this cancer is nice . Till its really cancer and my kids got no dad in their lives . My lungs damaged inside . My chest is a mic . I aint never seen an organ fighting and writting or jumping that high . Urge to survive . Finally make it to the top and he cant breathe . Saturday nights in melville with my sunday candy . She gave me a chance  and look im still standing . She cant even stand like we gone both plan b and lots of prayer . From now you can call me smooth operator . The boss of stay up . The wall breaker . The ruiner of make up . We fight and we make up . The roles that we take up .  The heartbreak escaper . Or umuntu kaMu, ishu ! Or you could just call me tim . The invisible man . Or invincible .. depends on how you see me .


My Hand Is A Vase

Bayasaba

BREATHE (feat. Pumas+Roses & VICEQUIAT)prod. Blckid

Rainy Night!

Looks Like You've Been Crying! w LLELLO, Pumas+Roses & Vicequiat

remix of the track "High As You..." featuring @BrightSonMusic
taken from Monday/Friday: The Saturda¥/$unday Remixes 
entirely produced by Yamin Semali.  

https://yaminsemali.bandcamp.com/album/monday-friday-the-saturda-unday-remixes
artwork by Goldi Gold

Monday/Friday - High As You (¥$ Remix)

12-schoolboy q-groovline pt. 1 (feat. dom kennedy and curren$y)

prod: @ntvrme  
mix/mastered: @greenss_  
background vocals: @nikinaxo

seasonal affective mantra-

one foot 
in front of the other
my bubble is sealed shut
aint fielding no troubles 
my cupboard filled up 
my fingers stink of rubble my nigga
i sing corruption my nigga

one foot 
in front of the other
i fell and i scraped yesterday
but i got no more skillful equipment to take steps today 
locked it in the middle of dreads im just tryna feel for a second my nigga

im sick of sipping out a spigot every morning flow to gullet image mirror cant contend with
in the course right in the middle of shit
but im inconspicuous w it
tilting the filter a bit convince you your milieu will kill u
my quill filled with salvation 
was built up drilled to have patience
for vacuum seals capsules cracked laughs and all their concatenations
my smile crooked cause my bile cooking under da pavement 
cry to the crowd a wowed member lipstick on me im caked in it 
i promise if i pushed you it was only cuz faith was in you
smiles look the same resentment compiled while the laymen kissing the mouth of the snake w venom im out 
ima nation builder making pillars sanction my bank account 
ima laser image of my creators
i pray for nouns and he crate them in i make them sound great then pray for smiles but he can’t commit
to pin down
cause it ain’t specific
that same agenda may engender clout for the maintenance in which case i vacate and grimace
same appendages 
pacing made for ending shit 
i break in places gilded and 
i play with phrase to fill it in
no virtue under unjust law 
the gracious thang is militance 
my people sing to me in language grade school say is jibberish
but shit is soul how niggas sewn sole lifting in the interim it’s just

one foot 
in front of the other
my bubble is sealed shut
aint fielding no troubles 
my cupboard filled up 
my fingers stink of rubble my nigga
i sing corruption my nigga

one foot 
in front of the other
i fell and i scraped yesterday
but i got no more skillful equipment to take steps today 
locked it in the middle of dreads im just tryna feel for a second my nigga

ONE FOOT

B.O.S

Boys Of Soweto Ep 
Dry Lands Beneath The Ocean

smooth raps

cebo