GODS OF THE BASEMENT feat. CANNIBAL OX – THE JUX video

GODS OF THE BASEMENT – THE JUX FEAT. CANNIBAL OX (OFFICIAL VIDEO) PROD. PHTHALO BLUE

Produced by Phthalo Blue

Directed by Ray Cuts x Prolific Wone

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ITALIAN SLIDERS 4-WAYS | FTD10

ITALIAN SLIDERS 4-WAYS | FTD10

For this episode of the FTD 10th anniversary special, Carlo Carciotto joined the studio to make some special Italian sliders

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Xzibit – Play This At My Funeral video

Xzibit – Play This At My Funeral (Official Video)

Director: Alexey Figurov
Head of Production: Nataliya Padilla
Executive Producer: Dontay “Taydoe” Kidd
Editing: Anna Figurova
Producer: Akzhol Zhumagulov
Colorist: Leonardo Zuloaga
DP: Cizko Xavier
Assistant Producer: Kuanysh Ospanbekov
Gaffer: Manny Gonzales
KG: Beto Hernandez
Swing: Aaron Diaz
Steadicam: Ilya Gittelson
AC: Emmanuel Salgado
VFX: Andrey Smirnov
PA: Maksym Demeniuk
Photographer: Viktoria Sirakova and Igor Malakhov

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Erick the Architect – Beverly Drive video

Erick the Architect – Beverly Drive (Official Video)

Directos Erick the Architect, Lew Good and Mitchell Dolphin
DP: Lew Good
VHS: Mitchell Dolphin
Super 8: Lew Good
Editor: Lew Good
Asst. Editor: Mitchell Dolphin
Colorist: Christopher Medina

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Lyrics:
I don’t know how n**** move nowadays
Back when we was young the trap was always miles away
Had no strategy, my attitude was die today
Bad depression, had to park it like a valet
I went to church but I got nervous what the pastor say
Spoke of greed, I always I felt like it was just for me
Poor decisions, I was stealing, wishing it would fade
Now they steal my vision, so I can’t say anything
Would we be the same? Dog I hang my head in shame
Always will and will prevail so go against the grain
Had to build this architect, the building booming
I’m in the hood with all my niggas feel like J’ouvert
Hit a jux to get the bread to buy a coogi
Iceberg, bubble goose, I’m eating poutine
More expansion on the house I need a new wing
Jordan flu game, 33, Ewing
I was broke, so damn right I’m doing two things
First time I took a flight, I knew two things
One was I could do this rap shit we don’t follow trends
Two was, I don’t know if imma be this high again
I was wrong, I hit the L, look like I lied again
Like my ladies natural queens and not with collagen
My spidey senses tingling in my metropolitan
I bend the block, masked up and move anonymous
Whats loyal?
Jammed up, pretend he never saw you
If you are my brother, you get everything, I’m spoiled
If you are my son, show them everything I taught you
Always paying homage to the homeys bred before you
On my side, something vague about the sunshine
Making money fold quick, how to the duck the one time
Since a younging man, the trauma brought me butterflies
Transgressions of them thugs counting hella pies

I remember, damn it was a cold December
LA on my mind but Brooklyn niggas know me better
Certainly, I’m fed up, standing, I never settle
I’m on my own, I really thought I had the perfect set up
Still reflecting on the things that we connected on
Still playing jams, I’m a stan when good records on
God blessed us all, some mature faster Lord
If it’s spoken loud, then you know it’s passion dog
If we smoking loud, then you know it’s pass it dog
If you scope us out, then we have to crack your jaw
Empty those clips out, you aint’t have to ask for more
I don’t preach the violence, thats just how I got involved
Always had my smarts, streets showed me it was written
Some niggas real g’s, others suffered for some fiction
Comping the predictions, raise the value not eviction
Cross faded, mixing, getting booted in my district
Always from the soul, I aint focused on who get it
I’m abrasive, I’m just really photogenic, give me credit
This is live, so we never a make no edit
Balling so athletic, they just fans and they wanting some aesthetic
What’s loyal?
Jammed up, pretend he never saw you
If you are my brother, you get everything, I’m spoiled
If you are my son, show them everything I taught you
Always paying homage to the homeys bred before you
On my side, something vague about the sunshine
Making money fold quick, how to the duck the one time
Since a younging man, the trauma brought me butterflies
Transgressions of them thugs counting hella pies

Sadistik – 60 video

Sadistik – 60 [Official Video]

Produced by Mors
Directed by Sadistik
Shot by Soulandmoon
Edited by Tim Slew

Lyrics:

Still in hell froze in a cold winter night
Kill myself slow like the wolf and the knife
If we’re all the same energy this soul isn’t mine
If you’re lost in the entropy I’ll show you the light
Past throes never die cast stones in my mind
I feel ice fields glass homes when I fight
No silver lining pantomes never bright
No one surviving black holes in the sky
Dreamt I was in a dream maybe I never left
Head in a guillotine brain start to evanesce
Better yet I changed all the pain to an epithet
Devil breath make sawtooths outta level head
Chartreuse in a snow-globe stark hues
Fused to the photos bones stuck to harpoons
Used to watch cartoons til the stars grew monsoons
Raining down on account of our blues
Buried myself til a garden grew from it
When I self-destruct I know a part of you loves it
Too unamused you can be a muse or a puppet
All my martyr views flood in when my molecules hum it
From a double helix sequence left me doomed from the jump
All my troubles and my secrets start to bloom from the mud
Both my wings burned to ash when I flew to the sun
when the scenes turned to flashes I grew from the rush
Growing old from the orchard rows to the no one’s home
Big city lights never slowed the glow so over-exposed
Sober alone open dome til the poems fall out
I got a grill only gold in my mouth
All uphill when the soul is in doubt I’m dead awake
When I walk on a bed of snakes to ventilate
It’s always late or never we’re better off
To detonate together get away I’m to blame and too stained with ethanol
The weights are never off, epilogue forever better off
When I tried to tie the loose ends ended up in knots
When I vibrate acoustics blend in with the walls
Bet it’s a mirage that’s life in the city
I’m writing a 60 for riding at 60
How many Sistines hide in a 16?
Lines on my wrist mean I’m tired of missing
Mind always drifting when I die will they miss me?
Line up the whiskey
Let’s take another shot for the times that they’d mistreat
Knife em to Swiss cheese and dine on their mincemeat
Idolist nihilist writing Ulysses
From frozen to thawed unimportant to not
Every moment I lost shines exposing my flaws
Pried open my jaws to say to show me a god
Got an echo in return that’s Draconian law
No one knows me at all I’m unfocused and lost
I got more of the dirt I’ll turn oceans to swamps
I don’t know when to stop words approach like a shark
First soak it in gauze, church eroded to salt
Come swim in the deep end I float when I walk
I still live in a dream yet I choke when I talk
Like a cinema screen when I show em my scars
By the skin of my teeth Heaven knows I’m at fault
What I wrote is Gestalt more than sum of the parts
It’s been hard to remember when the summer departed
Lungs are aflame when I mutter to starlets
Summon the rain change thunder to scarlet
Lips seem to suture but none is for profit
Predicting the future I’m becoming a prophet
Act fly on the web get spun up by Charlottes
Today’s sunset matched the blood on the carpets

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