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Our new shit! This track might have the fastest turnaround from creation to release we've ever had. Which is dope cause the last song was probably more than five years old. Think about that. That shit's ridiculous. I made this beat after deciding that none of the songs we have stashed were the "right" song, which means it was a furious session (in either late january or early february - whatever) fueled by wine, weed, and ghosts. I recall pretty much finishing it (80%)  before i either got discouraged or bored, which despite sometimes being the same thing, in this case was not. It does occur to me the absurdity of making such a fine distinction when i don't remember which one, but here we are. I left the studio and cast the whole ordeal aside and by the time i showed up to the studio the next morning jay had pretty much written this whole shit right here. If you're wondering what the sound effects at the beginning and end are, let me set the scene...

1. Snowstorm

2. Space

....

3. Imploding into a black hole

4. Snowstorm again

Also, if you're wondering if the track is available for purchase somewhere, motherfucker it's available for purchase everywhere. 

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Montreal baby. At this point these motherf**kers are probably my favorite producers out of the city, which is wild because I'm pretty sure they're a band. I was trying to figure out what exactly it is that I love about their beats and after pondering it, I decided that other than just good sounds and melodies, they got a good sense of space and dynamics and sh*t like that. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm definitely going to try to get a beat out of these dudes. 

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This sh*t sounded right from pretty much jump. The other day I was thinking about this general vibe of paranoia that pervades rap at the moment. I was trying to figure out where it came from, or like figure out the origin point or whatever. Then I realized it's all the funny style people you end up encountering when you're a rapper. Like so many different kinds of weirdos man. Brampton!

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taken from SBTRKT - 'SAVE YOURSELF' 2016 WWW.SAVEYOURSELF.TV

Oh sh*t, the dream stomping on these motherf**kers. I'm not going to front, I think we all know that one instrumental break shouldn't have made the cut, I'm definitely going to make myself an edit without that. This sh*t is still great though. He's embracing the current ideology of not having the most polished takes which adds a dope rawness to it. There's just something beautiful about "Ima love you, all the way to my tomb, ima love you all the way to the moon" over some sci fi metallic brass band sh*t. Plus it really sounds like he means it on the "if we don't make it that'll be tragic" part.

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Am I officially into grime right now? That depends, who makes it official? Are there visa concerns? Do I have to know anything about it? Is it more like, an idea or something? All these questions and more answered next time I post a grime track.

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If this isn't beautiful then I don't know what the f**k is. Is it a song about manual sex? Is it a song about masturbation? you'll have to come to your own conclusions about all that. If you're still feeling it at fifty four seconds then goddamnit are you in for a treat. I wish I could say more but it's hard to concentrate while I keep playing it. I think I might go full fifty cent/busta rhymes/lil wayne and jump on this motherf**ker.

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Maryland sh*t.  This is a jam right here. Beautiful stuff really. The sample is crazy. The rapping is a+. Not to be confused with "the rapper is a+"*

* I used to love this joint. Which was hard for me cause I was hella tight over a+  being only a couple years older than me with a record deal. I was tripping as an eleven year old. Also check az dropping "quebec" in it, though he mispronounces it like a motherf**ker.

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Daaaaamn. Face is still doing it. One of the very greatest right here. Probably the number one reason I overuse the word "motherf**ker". Also the main reason I have antiquated notions of codes and such. I was ten when my mother incredulously allowed me to pick up his "diary" album. I don't think I've been the same since. I was the annoying kid who'd say "y'all are tripping, scarface is the god" when other kids would debate biggie and nas. It's funny how you would never know face has aged by listening to him, and not because he's clinging to some sad last shriveled strand of youth but because he's always seemed old as sh*t. Hahahahaha, that's the ticket I think. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that z-ro kills that f**king chorus.

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When I said I don't usually get into instrumental music I made a point of specifying "instrumental rap music" because I f**king love instrumental music. I'm not familiar with much of black milk's discography other than the track "I guess" which is a goddamn banger. I don't want my ignorance to sound like a reflection on his music because that wouldn't make any sense, like I said, I've never really checked for his music. Truthfully I avoided it after reading things about him that made it seem like he was pretty heavily on that dilla sh*t. This is nothing like that dilla sh*t, though I did read/hear that dilla was a huge fan of brasilian music, which would have probably been our conversational common ground. I love this sh*t. It reminds me of being a little dirty faced mulatto kid in neon patterned shorts running around the slums of sao paulo with my cousins eating corn starch out of tins like f**king post apocalyptic orphans. That was around the same time my uncle gave me a tambourine, which after his death from cancer I've restructured in my personal mythology as him recognizing musical genius in a six year old. Looking back objectively though, it was probably because of the michael jackson curls I was rocking. There's a strange green tint to all my memories from that time. I wonder if that's indicative of something. Or was it just the heat from the jungle mixed with heat from all the tightly crowded bodies mixed with the heat from the pollution mixed with lesions in my brain. Who knows?