Produced & Mixed by DJ Fever
Vocals by Habitat 617 & Jack Slayta
Recorded by Trev Whittingham
Mastered by Lieu
Cover design and artwork by Jason Strange
Executive produced by Habitat 617 & Steady
They say money talks
These niggas let they money talk
Matta fact ion think I ever heard em speak
He got a funny a walk
They say money talk
Aye
All these niggas ever really talk about is money
I think all these niggas got to talk about is money
His mans locked up he can’t bond em out it’s funny
God forbid they chalk em out and find out it’s no money
Damn
It’s a stack of ones just like em and they hide behind a 20
Come outside
Ain’t nobody finna jump you
Gave us conclusions we didn’t even have to jump to
I know that Kutcher stopped but somebody else punk’d you
Manufactured beef you ain’t get this from no butcher shop
All my cash cows grass fed (you can) smell it when I come through
Pull up in some old school
Shit it make the hookers stop
Told her keep walking baby
I know you know them same dollars keep talking
Only the want the handicaps when we parking
Prolly won’t catch me snorkeling
Surface level shit put you deep water it’s
Shits crazy to see
Mutherfuckers sound crazy to me
But I guess we letting money talk
It sound much different than how niggas look
It feel so much different than how niggas walk
Director: David Maxwell
1st AD: Chad Green
Producer: Rinny Shim
Set PA: Davis McDonald
Set PA: Nathnael Fikru
Set PA: Gabriella Sarno
Director of Photography: Carmelo Varela
1st AC: Liliet Rosa
Gaffer: Carl Knight
Key Grip: Spencer Thrift
Key Makeup Artist: A. Love
Key Hairstylist: Clarissa de Jesus
Key Stylist: Tiffani Williams
Prop Master: Bryce Mandel
Dance Talent: Storyboard P
Extras: Art Comes First
Additional wardrobe provided by Art Comes First and lacleanic
Written & performed by Sa-Roc
Produced by Sol Messiah
Mastered by Joe Laporta
Mixed by Leslie Braithwaite
LYRICS:
I stand straighter than an arrow when they tell me to buckle
Dragged myself out of the mud still got the scars on my knuckles
My calm unruffled, spit a haiku to you like a six shooter do
By the time the smoke settles I’ll be gone with the duffel
Y’all know royalty when you see it
I am the one and only rap god, my loyal flock is monotheist
My coils locked up like Nyabinghi
I got them snakes fired up like kundalini, biting the most prestigious
See I was a subject of them 90s coke trials, now I keep that copal blazed in villas coastal
Feel me? My approach raised my artist profile
I turned the tragic to a classic like the color purple, Celie
That’s why they tap my cell line trying to see where I’m lax at
But they can’t hack my G code, y’all don’t have the access
Granny told me keep my real worth under squeaky mattress
So I could never rest on my laurels until my earthly exit
Y’all know that hunger keep the drive up like formula one
While they was lapping up the praise, I pulled a tortoise and won
I kept it slow and steady, stay putting my best into these characters
While these so called street rappers pull performative stunts
My critics thought they could defeat me, I outsmarted them all
I’ll reason with you til you see my peace, if not we could brawl
Every Goliath got a David with an Excalibur drawn
If that don’t work we get the bullets but then it’s the harder they fall
Ahem, I’m spitting too heavy, let me clear up this phlegm
Blessed with genius and street savvy, that’s a miracle blend
That’s how I’m queen of this establishment and your chances is slim
My lyrical gravity grab and take you for a spherical spin
Never had a plan B, now my dreams is full grown
Had nine lives and ate my fill with a will of pure stone
Kept the seven and a crescent for support in this sick sport, now the five percent and Roc tight like wolves and full moons
Now be forewarned that three times a charm homie
Told you twice this job is thankless but now I’m seeking my Shukrans
Whole body of work is solid gold like Tutankhamun
Turns out these two exes next due to be crowned the one
Want me to ease up? Talk to me nice
Oh you don’t want your team touched? Talk to me nice
Y’all waiting for that heat drop? Talk to me nice
Trying to fill that queen spot, then Roc should suffice
Want me to ease up? Talk to me nice
Oh you don’t want your team touched? Talk to me nice
Y’all waiting for that heat drop? Talk to me nice
Trying to fill that queen spot, then Roc should suffice
Directors: Darryl Richardson & Ellington Hammond
Editor: Darryl Richardson
Colorist: Vincent Picone
DP: Todd DosSantos
1st AC: Erick Gallegos
Gaffer: Vladimir Martinez
G&E: Edgar Sanchez, Alejandro Melo, Alejandro Pita and Miguel Ángel Villafaña
EQ Managers: Flavio Salas Zumaya, Cristian Bustamante Romero, Francisco Estrada Cisneros, Israel Aguilar and Christian Balbuena
Drone Crew: Carlos Sánchez Estrada & Erick Samuel de Blas
Stylist: Ziania Galván Medina
MUA: Liz Jardón
Executive Producer: Jordan Abrams
Head of Production: Monse Castera
Production Assistant: Alejandro Marcial
Production Coordinator: Ana Portugal
Unit Production Manager: Antonio Covarrubias
Production Assistant: Gerardo Castillo
Camera Van: Gabriel Gonzalez
Minibus: Ricardo Alvarez
Catering: Pamela Roches
Picture Car: Bruno de Rubin
Security: Gilberto Gutierrez, Juan Ignacio Colin, & Oscar Camarillo
Spiritual letters is an independent documentary art movie made and edited by Mr. Paradox paradise.
The film is a story about the deep connection of the life and art of the artist. It takes you on a journey through Berlin like you have never seen before. Take a deep dive behind the scenes of the famous red and blue graffiti letterings called paraglyphs that cover the heart of the city and tune into the connection between art, letters and spirituality
In this 70 minute self-proclaimed masterpiece, you have the chance to experience one of a kind stunts across the city’s architecture, surfing on trains (on the well known Berliner U-Bahn) and drone shots full of adrenaline.
By putting himself into life-threatening situations, the artist is trying to pull a connection between art and life itself. It is a spiritual experience where calligraphy imitates organic forms and speaks to the soul. Being chased by his own feelings and thoughts about the vibrational structure of the world we live in, Paradox is focusing on spreading the “Message from Above”.
To Reveal the Truth. To Awaken Humanity. To Open one’s Eyes.
With focusing on forms that build the lines of this individualized lettering system, the film is a symbolic step forward, where Mr Paradox Paradise drifts from the previous ´Fuck the System´ into a new path. Rule-breaking is switched for art and a spiritual language speaking directly
To YOU
Spiritual Letters´is an elevation towards Art and should be considered as a beginning.
What awaits the artist on his journey is Life, and Paradox is on an ever evolving path.
Art has no limits.
Enjoy
Music:
Cut glitch – breeze
Blue foundation – eyes on fire
Wdl – to the sound
Clozee – low signal
WOODJU – jorney
Zack Hemsey – the runner
Woodju – artefact 002
Woodju – just stay
pretty lights – lost and found
The glitch mob – go light
Sigur rose – saeglopur
Amewu – universelle
Kflay – badthings
Zender – trouble
WOODJU – trouble
Metaform – goodbye tonight
Amfir – snowfall
20syl – ongoing thing
Zack hemsey – the land of no men
WOODJU – replay
Swimm – souvenir
Sekuoia – somewhere
Gogo penguin – kora
Hippie sabotage
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