Verse 1 – Rich Country Rebellion
Kids in rich zones, born into chrome, But they see the grind — they feel the drone. Parents clock in, clock out, no spark, Dead-eyed dinners, joy gone dark.

They see the stress, the pills, the debt, They see the love, but it’s drowned in sweat. They ask, “Is this life? Is this the prize?” Then pour the drink, roll the lies.

They rebel not for thrill, but to escape the trap, Where dreams get traded for a corporate nap. They see their folks as slaves in suits, So they chase the buzz in pills and flutes.

Verse 2 – Broken Homes, Broken Hope
Then there’s the kids whose parents fell, Not from sin, but from the system’s hell. Too much pressure, too little rope, Now it’s crime, collapse, and dope.

Mum’s on meds, dad’s on the street, Family fractured, no food to eat. They see the grind as a death parade, Where love gets lost and hope decays.

They don’t rebel — they survive the wreck, They learn to hustle, dodge the check. They see the buzz as a ghost in smoke, And wear the trauma like a heavy cloak.

Verse 3 – Global Child Slavery
Now zoom out — kids in the global south, No Netflix, no therapy mouth. Twelve-hour shifts, landfill dives, Begging for cans just to stay alive.

No rebellion — just survival mode, Born into chains, never owed. They don’t ask “why” — they ask “how long?” Till the hunger fades or the body’s gone.

Cradle to grave, no soft escape, Just sweat and dust and twisted fate. Makes rich-kid buzzkill look like play, While they bleed for pennies every day.

🎤 Part II – The Nazified Trance
Verse 4 – The Trance of Power
This ain’t chaos — it’s design. A species trapped in a profit shrine. Culture didn’t evolve — it calcified, Now we worship brands while the planet cries.

TNCs roam like kings in suits, Dodging tax, extracting roots. They don’t wear swastikas — they wear smiles, But their strategies echo fascist files.

Verse 5 – Puppet Governments, Programmed Minds
Governments nod, pretend to care, But they’re puppets dancing in corporate air. They know the truth, but play the part, While the system tears the world apart.

And we — the species — we play along, Trained to obey, to not ask “wrong.” We call it freedom, call it fate, But it’s just a cage with a golden gate.

Verse 6 – The Species Verdict
We’re intelligent, but we don’t act wise, We build machines while the spirit dies. Our cultures lag, our systems stall, We chase the buzz, but forget the call.

The children see it — they feel the void, They know the game is paranoid. They want a world that makes some sense, Not one that trades their soul for rent.

This track is on my  £! Album "Pipedream of a Madman" which can befound on Bandcamp.  I am sorry people but I have to try to pay the bills, and SondCloud payes me about £25 a week from royalties, and if I can't survive, they will take all my work down because I will be stacking shelves in Asda with my dreams extinguished!

Children of the Grind

head in the sand (prod. hymnal)
times up (prod. riley lamarre)
decal ft. amir bilal & 98PREEM (prod. axpuzzles)
mandela effect (prod. axpuzzles)
reliance (prod. axpuzzles)
fate and gestalt (prod. iman omari)
carefree (prod. kan sano)

mixing & mastering: joe fusaro
artwork: axpuzzles

all praise is due to the most high, Allah(swt). 

through my missteps and shortcomings i stumble across lessons that elevate me to higher understandings of self. 
and through ink i find a system of formalizing these thoughts to something tangible and valuable. 
i chase enlightenment knowing full well its an endeavor that likely has no conclusion in this plane of existence. but still we strive.

[chasing enlightenment]

amirworldpeace - we got dough (prod. nephew hesh)

Happy birthday hip hop, thank you VúDOE for killing this, thank you Hiiigh10 for producing!

Lost my Mind w/ Johnny VúDOE (prod. by Hiiigh10)

lost in translation (prod. Marquiese)

WRITTEN BY YAMA

PRODUCED, MIXED & 
MASTERED BY JIMMY STUBBS

ENGINEERED BY ELMER KRUPT & YAMA

YAMA & JIMMY STUBBS - EPITAPH FOR COCO

lotta scars (prod. bart buurman)

sandtypebeat (prod. amoah)

PRODUCED AND MIXED ENTIRELY BY ME
ARTWORK DONE BY MY BROTHER YAMA

BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE I DROPPED ELMER KRUPT VOL 1 WASNT PLANNING ON DROPPING TILL I HAD ART BUT I WANTED THE DROP TO BE SPECIAL SO SINCE ITS MY DADS BIRTHDAY I PRESENT YOU VOL 2 OF THE ELMER KRUPT SERIES. ENJOY AND HAVE A SAFE AND WONDERFUL XMAS PEACE !

VOL 2

1. Like a Killer [prod. by Pepper Adams]
2. Hello Morning [prod. by Othello]
3. My Conversation (feat. CVLII) [prod. by Abel Beats]

Mixed and Mastered by CVLII
Cover Art by Dareus Graham

Polarity

oN my NY/UK tIp! ruN evrymeN rN!

It go lyke DIs

Making plays by the book, not a hassle
I lead by example
Been around the way a couple times
What you stand for?
Red clay steppin
4 reppin
Im back on my shit, no question
Steady trekking on thin ice wit me
Just slip
Bringing back hIphop with ease
Don’t trip 
Bust lip speaking ill on my kids
Nah really, ima kill
God well instilled my will nigga
Get quick about your soul ties comin
Like back on the street as a jit, fly runnin
Me and my nigs gunnin on the grind
Its been since the lowest of times
No wonder why i rip when i rhyme
Dylan, Dylan
Top five been gone
Redemption from a job well done
Now pass the spliff
As we live in this bitch
On some BK tip
IND NEVER MISS

Polarity

JayTrent