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. 

Oh sh********t, it's not often that something this good comes to you. Shouts to my lady for making me listen to this, this sh*t feels kind of special right here. If you don't run this back a few times than either you're tripping or I am and since I'm generally aware of when I've consumed drugs*, it would be you. All I know is he's from austin and he's got an album from nine months back that I refuse to listen to because I want this to be the beginning. If austin isn't behind this motherf**ker than I'm coming down there. Did I mention he produced the track too? or that he co-produced the matt mcghee joint I posted a week back?

* I got dosed with some acid by a cowboy biker one time when I was on tour. It was hella unnecessary because I would have gladly taken it if he'd just offered it.

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.

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.

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.

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?

New dolla! This dude is the sh*t as far as I'm concerned. It's highly possible that I was the first motherf**ker up here in canada pumping his stuff back when. And here he is back with mustard. To me, ty and mustard is like jay and ski beats. Like mike and quincy, aaliyah and timbo, black uhuru and sly and robbie. This song is dooooooooooooooooooooooope.

I have no idea where I came across this right here but this sh*t is a heat rock as your mother allegedly used to say. All I know is that he's from arkansas and he's got a f**king hilarious moniker. These guys have to be on tour in this video, that's pretty much what our first canadian tour looked like. Except we had a bunch of south americans with us and everybody looked dead from consumption and sleep deprivation.