As I was getting ready to go to Detroit, I reached for my luggage and found this book bag inside of which were some of these. Instead of an obi strip, I had custom ribbon made and then I had my guy Wrecklords use a laser etcher to make some aluminum stickers which sealed the case shut. Inside are two CDs, $5,000 Flashlights with beats by Agent Orange and artwork from Greg Locke and 102 Magnets featuring artwork and production from J. Dankworth along with a holographic sticker.
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Morning, i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Smashed the bed to smithereens, i’ll try the floor instead
I’ve got to summon the new groove, coming to do damage
102 Magnets dagnammit a classic, bumping it through traffic
Produce facets to fascinate all the listeners
The team at Bravas making major flavor for the slickest urge
Shout to Tom Francis, JON?DOE the raw rapping
Friend of mine who thinks in similar ways, fillet the prawn sandwich
I’m a bazooka launching Luca Doncic
Got you losing consciousness, step back, bury the dagger, slang apocalypse
My fangs are made of obelisks, dripping magma vomited
But time to chill on all the illest of my accomplishments
I got a high five from the hand of Lazarus
As for better dap than that, I can’t imagine it
Hold up, got a song, with a burger that’s named after it
Even Kash would have to admit, maaan, that’s legit
The dig find listen sample isn’t complete
Unless it’s followed by the legendary chop and repeat,
A dusty fingered organism guiding the right path
Even Preem wants to go and sample the fly stash
I see people pressing luck and trying to turn it into diamonds
As if luck would ever change by simply putting shine in
Got the pen of a ghostwriter, wandering through haunted pages
Exploring every crooked angle in this house of mazes
I weave words majestically, happily make a tapestry
Evaporate a mediocre rapper for my apertif
This banger here has been certified as hazardous
Emerge from shrines, miraculous with myrrh provided labyrinths
I’m strolling streets holding heat in the form of pen and paper
My footfalls provide the rhythm of this ventilator
The orchestral restaurant the rest are left to stress upon
So bet the rest to guess are wrong and yet my rep is never gone
A fresh beat is my cranium, engulfed in flames
Then my tongue becomes a lever to catapult my brain
A raw classic with a cult parade
The audacity to dastardly dash past the fray
The dig find listen sample isn’t complete
Unless it’s followed by the legendary chop and repeat,
A dusty fingered organism guiding the right path
Even Preem wants to go and sample the fly stash
D is for the dinosaurs steady dusty in the crates
I is for invention and the mothers that it takes
G is for the greatness when all the pieces connect
F, the fruits of flavorful labor keeping it fresh
I, for intiutively, navigating the path
N’s for nobody else knowing where you found that stash
Next D is for the discipline it takes to make this
L, is for what’s given to those who stay asleep
Third eye is for intelligence intersecting with greatness
ST’s for Mike Muir cause impressions are deep
EN cylopedic awareness of every SAMPLEd snare
CHOP shop of musical mastery hands in the air
Are each of you prepared to proceed with dopeness
PE for Public Enemy, bringing truth to focus
A is for again adventuring with the craft
So cop a T or hat from my man and make it last
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
supported by 8 fans who also own “Dig Find Listen Sample Chop Repeat”
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
