#Jizzm

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March 1st | Heart of Los Angeles feat. Hieroglyphics

San Pedro, CA | TIX

Dive into the vibrant heart of Los Angeles at Heart of LA, a groundbreaking event uniting three powerhouse music subcultures—jungle, hip-hop, and reggae—against the stunning backdrop of the San Pedro Pier, the historic coastal gateway to LA.

This unique celebration brings together the city’s rich cultural tapestry, blending sounds and rhythms that echo the diversity and creativity of Los Angeles.

Prepare for an unforgettable day featuring performances from some of the most iconic names in music:

* The Hieroglyphics: Experience the legendary crew live as they perform songs from 3rd Eye Vision and more.

* Queen Omega: Don’t miss this reggae powerhouse as she makes her triumphant return to the West Coast, marking her first Los Angeles performance in 15 years.

* The Visionaries: LA’s hip-hop legends take the stage with their timeless beats and rhymes.

* Funkdoobiest: Legendary Hiphop group that put Latinos in rap on the map, repping Soul Assasins Crew

* The Shapeshifters: A collective of boundary-pushing artists delivering electrifying performances.

* Gavlyn: The bold and dynamic voice of LA’s underground hip-hop scene.

Adding to the energy, Concrete Jungle Sessions LA residents Dier Times, Jahwy, and Beatrix team up to hold down the stage between performances with Diggin’ Daily’s Otek and Shownuff.

The stage will also feature performances from Original Junglist R.A.W. aka 6Blocc, and local hip hop staples Quaesar, Jizzm, Ice Cream Crew, and Poetik Prophets. 

Heart of Los Angeles will also be blessed by the positive vibrations of Dub Meeting powered by Dub Siren Hifi along the beautiful waterfront of San Pedro, CA. 

The stage will boast the first time US performance of Micah Shemaiah live dub mixed by The Scientist and performances from the full Dub Siren crew featuring MC’s General Zooz, Mello Banton, Rootsman, and Ryo Vibes.

Beyond the Music.

Explore Kulture Market curated by Raw Kulture showcasing artisanal vendors and food stalls from all over Los Angeles. From handcrafted goods to mouthwatering eats, this cultural experience is as diverse as the city itself.

Join us for Heart of LA, where music, culture, and community collide to create an unforgettable experience. Secure your tickets now and be part of this extraordinary gathering that celebrates the soul of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles is a community of creatives constantly out and about celebrating various facets of culture.

We thank all our collaborators, co-creators, mentors, and supporters who cherish all raw elements of life and the energy that drives us to connect and find one another. 

Thanks to Concrete Jungle Sessions Los Angeles, Bobby Dee Presents, TPG Events, Beatrix Presents, Da Ill Spot, We Live This Ent, Raw Kulture, Kulture Market, Justin Romo Presents, Sky’s Presents, Concerts For You, and Diggin’ Daily for keeping the DIY spirit alive and thriving.

This is just the start.  We are the Heart of Los Angeles!

[prohibetur-et-obstruatur]

if you do sex really good even your brain does a jizzm

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FEEDBACK LOOP #13: Devil on the Recto: Armand Hammer's "Codex Giga"

They are acts of insurrection. Their source is from the Silence at the center of each of us. Wherever and whenever such a whorl of patterned sound or space is established in the external world, the power that it contains generates new lines of force whose effects are felt for centuries.

—R. D. Laing, The Politics of Experience (1967)

Baby, you can step to this if you admire / The exxxtraordinary dapper rapper.

—Opio, Souls of Mischief, “93 ‘Til Infinity” (1993)

1.

“Codex Giga” manifests out of the thick and sultry air of a live performance—out of the residual whoosh and warp of a “Stonefruit” fadeout, still spiraling on its square. The drupe is stomped and squashed, but the pit is stubborner than a mthrfckr. Once the sweet softness, the outer skin, is scathed away, all we’ve got left to dissect is the pit. And “Codex Giga” drags us deep into the pit, pal.

2.  You wanna do another one?

ELUCID extricates himself from the live recording, from the stage setting, from a stranglehold of live wires. But the Sourcerer (circa Shortie, Minya Oh) carries the electric currents into the studio for an encore. And nope, we don’t even notice the transition through states of being. He harnesses live powers and prowess, watts out the wazoo. He tunes in to Channel Live and sparks mad izm. Armand Hammer, a too-live crew, if you will, and ELUCID is regularly as nasty as he wants to be. Don’t be shocked that “live” is life, as well—reproductivity. We don’t really need altars, but the mensa is splattered with that Almighty Jizzm. The Codex Giga, sonny, is an illasophic volume.

3.  A SHUTTERED TABERNACLE

Reading like Reverend Run-For-Your-Life from the Codex Giga, ELUCID bombs atomically—Mephistopheles’ philosophies and hypotheses. You’re using me, August Fanon’s sample accuses, that’s what you’re doing. But ELUCID shows no intentions of a sweet surrender. He’s begging for us to hear his side of the story, lifted from the pages of the Codex Giga—vellum leaves made of calfskin, so there’s sacrifice in those pages. And the Codex Giga [literally, a “giant book”] stands the size of a stubby child—a medieval manuscript from the 13th century. Ganked by Holy Roman Emperors and taken as war booty. Saved from a burning building only to flatten the man who it happened to fall on when thrown from a window. But now ELUCID has it in his clutches, abstracted from the annals of history. He’s got it shelved in the cosmos of consciousness, on the margins of the Gutenberg Galaxy. Flip the [manu]script.

If you ask me, his are the proper hands for the damned book to be in. ELUCID writes raps in Carolingian miniscule, and this wouldn’t be the first song he composed in the course of a single night, scribe-like, with a devil in an ermine loincloth lending help. The Codex Giga contains a bible, medical treatises, a book of knowledge, a calendar, necrology, tutorials, formulae for spells and incantations, so…an ELUCID album. While working at Sweden’s Royal Library, playwright August Strindberg would tease patrons about the powers the book possessed, asking them: Can you hear the voices? They speak with a split tongue.

4.

My philosophy: half “Come swallow me,” / Half recognizing the toxic ideology I was born into.

—“Fanon’s Ghost” (2017)

“You fuckin’ better,” ELUCID threatens, and threatens again (and again and again…), “you fuckin’ better.” From this angle, the better angels of one’s nature are outsmarted by better demons—wily and versatile. I hear that better penetrating my head and shortening to simply bet. That there’s the gambit—the Faustian bargain born out of dense air. Aight, bet. But…

Suck me till I’m dead. ELUCID makes it clear you better finish the job. Catch him in his shaman guise, soul-sucking demons through a hollowed bear femur. Breath control? He’s the very keeper of breath. Bless up. In female form, he’s Ammit—Ancient Egypt’s devourer of the dead. ELUCID, one supposes, has studied X Clan’s “In the Ways of the Scales”—tape deck exegesis on Sundays. Or maybe he’s a [willing?] victim of Ammit, or, even better [you fuckin’ better], a succubus. “Suck my dick and tell me I’m beautiful,” he demanded on woods’ “Magdalene,” daring to pull back the covers for us all to see. “How I wake up in her jaws been the usual,” he says, and it’s strangely more benevolent than boastful. Not like Toni Morrison’s Beloved who—in her succubus spiriting—siphons the semen out of Paul D, draining him of his drive—bone dry.

ELUCID introduces eroto-rap of the highest [dis-]order. “If there’s an ounce left,” he very seriously spits, “I’mma rise up, coming for your fucking head.” It’s all so highly, and hornily, sexually-charged. We’re zapped with more bounce to the ounce as he rises up with ultimate tumescence, coming for us like Diana Ross. He may as well sing soprano, belting I’m coming—I’m coming out! Sample it all, why don’t ya?—and circuit-bend until the stems make like suckling sounds. 

He’s armed with defenses for all comers, sucker MCs and succubi alike—true to Too $hort on “Cusswords.” “Sucker MCs are screaming loud,” $hort rapped, apparently putting his enemies in shouts of ecstasy. “Getting sucked by a bitch named Helen,” he added affirmatively. In Beloved, Sethe kills her baby, in part, to spare her the brutal rapes she herself had to endure. Sethe specifies her desire to spare her daughter a mossy-toothed white man sucking on her breasts. “The first intimations of nonbeing may have been the breast or mother as absent,” R. D. Laing writes in “The Experience of Negation.” “Winnicott writes of ‘the hole,’ the creation of nothing by devouring the breast. Bion relates the origin of thought to the experience of no-breast.” 

So much semiotics and somatic sucking going on here, and so little phallic semi-automatic shooting, swordplay, or stabbing. I was a dyke in a past life, ELUCID once claimed on “Pakistani Brain.”

5.  NEVER LET ME SLIP, ’CAUSE IF I SLIP, THEN I’M SLIPPIN’

Slip away, slip inside, / Surrender all.

—“Lambskin” (2018)

“Caught me slippin’,” ELUCID says as he extends empathy and randomness, “anybody could get it.” Of course he’s slipping, porn theater ushers have been oozing pestilence since 1999’s “My Imagination.” The floor is lavatory with specimens slicking the surface. No b-boy should ever deign to bodyrock on this lubricious linoleum. Henceforth, ELUCID’ll stand tall and rest his weight on a cemetery shovel in the style of Tommy Wright III (Track 4, “Caught U Slippin’” in the Walkman). Of Sex and Violence, KRS says the problem is immense. “Anybody could get it” could be the bullet or the pubic box. Word to Malcum X.

6.

Ain’t no half-steppin’, but “all of your steps are cursed, / Every plan you make reverses, collapses on itself.” Step on a crack, break your momma’s back, superstitiously. Blow your beloved’s back out—leave her with a bulging Discman latched to the hip. These ��cursed steps”—tripping over one’s own feet, endlessly slippin’—are something like trying to scale M. C. Escher’s staircases. The steps “make reverses [and] collapses on itself.” Inspectah Deck might be smokin’, but ELUCID is breakin’ bones in the staircase. Doors misleadingly marked—404 Error Codes at each exit, each erogenous zone.

7.  SCARED TO LOOK

“Look at you,” ELUCID says, and John Berger’s Ways of Seeing (1972) comes into our field of vision:

One might simplify this by saying: men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object—and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.

These are the “sins of the father,” this ancestral curse of objectification. The Lord thy God purports to be a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children for generations (KJV, Exodus 20:5). The only option to break the curse, it seems: “smother unborn seed.” Once again: Suck me till I’m dead.

An “endless scream soundtracks sleep”—Edvard Munch in 1893 with the pause-tape scream: the shriek: the skrik. He felt the throb of an “infinite scream passing through nature,” and Nature’s rising, Keith sweatin’. On 1997’s “Feel My Nature Rize,” Brotha Lynch Hung’s opening salvo promised “bloodshot red eyes,” while ELUCID gushes “if you could never shut bloodshot eyes, cry for me.” The sibilance of “endless scream soundtracks sleep” releases a hypnotical hiss of ecstasy. 

8. 

And I never grab the mic without grabbin’ my…

—“Root Farm”

There’s a tungsten[/tongue-sten] steel tension to these warring factions, these competing interests, and in that tension we find a unity. For all threats of having one’s being swallowed whole, ELUCID transubstantiates into a “hammer hangin’ over your head.” In the hole, in that obstinate hollowed-out drupe pit, he’s a pendulum swinging (phallically, as it were). In ELUCID’s hands, Pete Seeger’s “If I Had a Hammer” converts into Paul Robeson baritone—rusty nails in a joey pouch—looking to hit it. Protest song turns prurient. Hammer in the morning, in the evening, all over this land—we’re talkin’ a real tantric session. Hours-long duration. ELUCID been on this since “Rehearse with Ornette,” where he quoted the folk ditty: I’d hammer out danger, I’d hammer out a warning…

9. 

We’re instructed to “argue with the dead if [we] want,” but that sounds like a raw deal—just like “argue” sounds like ague if I cuff my ears. But a fever would be fitting, because arguing the malevolent presences in our midst would have you “choke on your tongue.” Furthermore (as if that weren’t torture enough), “your lungs rot, [and] sulfur stench fill[s] the room.” No, this is not ideal. Jonah leashed Leviathan’s tongue, but woods told us on “Sir Benni Miles” the whale “swims with open jaws.” ELUCID sold off his other thousand selves “before the flood” on “Shammgod,” which is when he “learn[ed] to ride the whale like Jonah in the OT.” Hormones rage against the machine, still, so you might just swallow your tongue as you seize—a classic case of epileptic concupiscence, a bad case of Harlem shakes and convulsions. Ecstatic shudders and involuntary movements followed by an electric relaxation, a post-coital bliss. Mike Ladd called from Paris and said the French call it la petite mort—giving oneself over to the succubus suck. Die, motherfucker, die motherfucker, die—but just a little.

Loss of breath leads to lung-rot. The “sulfur stench” tells us the sibilant hiss still reverberates, now with an added devilish scent. “Filled the [bed]room” to the brim with brimstone, and—it’s fair to say—the musk of bodily fluids, the beast-with-two-backs juices. “The pleasure’s all mutual,” ELUCID raps on “Lambskin.” Who’s objectifying whom? Who possesses whom? What I see is a yab-yum U-N-I-T-Y, that’s a unity. If ELUCID speaks of “infinite replays of your misdeed using me,” then I suppose that’s how he chills from ’93 ’til… After all, he seems to revel in the pain/pleasure duality: You fucking better. We might balk at his willingness, but we’d be wrongheaded. “It is assumed that if a person is mad (whatever that means),” writes Laing, “then ipso facto he is ill (whatever that means). The experience that a person may be absorbed in, while to others he appears simply ill-mad, may be for him veritable manna from heaven.” ELUCID is, as we say around here, mad ill.

10.  A GREAT DEVOURER’S STILL FEEDIN’

A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. A great devourer’s still feedin’. 

“Codex Giga,” inarguably (I won’t have it) brings us one of ELUCID’s mightiest mantras yet. Or, rather, monstras. [The Sanskrit “sacred message” of mantra + the Latin “divine omen” of monstrum.] Monstra, recall, was the whale in Disney’s Pinocchio (1940). Swallow or spit—destiny dances before us. Be real: we’re one with the krill. The jaws open wide like the maw of hell: THE HELLMOUTH! I see no easy way out. Refer back to the Codex Giga table of contents, and read deep into the night, kiddies.

Images:

Jizzm, Illasophic Volume 1.5, CD album cover, 1998 (detail) | Mephistopheles appearing to Doctor Faustus, (source unknown) | Caretaker Gustavsson with the Codex Gigas in the showroom at the National Library (1929) | Tommy Wright III, Ashes 2 Ashes, Dust 2 Dust, cassette J-card (1994) | John Berger, Ways of Seeing, page 42-43 (1972) | Illustrations from “Le avventure di Pinocchio, storia di un burattino,” by Carlo Collodi (1902) | Miniature from the Hours of Catherine of Cleves, Morgan Library & Museum, (MS M.945, f. 107r) | Jizzm, Illasophic Volume 1.5, CD album cover, 1998 (detail)

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"mormonism" more like swarmin jizzm

[ulabewriting]

Celestia Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : (a lot of) cursing, mention of alcohol.

– Adopted in Pennsylvania.

– Leo.

– CEO of a talent management agency.

• looks like a doll.

….until she opens her mouth.

• “the FUCK 'you looking at, you fucking waste of yo’ dad’s jizzm??”

• the hot-headed one of the family.

• throws nasty looks at people you don’t like. Just come to her and say “look at them for me, please.” She’ll stare at whoever you pointed like they’re a sickening walking piece of trash and only once they’re gone, she’ll turn to you like “why d’you want me to do that btw ?”

• theater kid with anger issues looking like barbie, basically.

• aggressively affectionate. <3

• takes you to a different, expensive ass restaurant on every date. Each time, her only indication to you will be “doll yourself up, we’re eating good tonight.” And because she only ever gives you the best there is, you always do.

• known as the diva of the Foreman-Mcguires.

• gags at the idea of wearing a bad outfit.

• will throw a fit if you refuse to eat breakfast.

• wears stiletto heels everyday. (and you’ve never seen her stumble. never.)

• “Okay, I’mma stop you right there ‘cause we’re not really talking about me anymore, sooo… yeah, no, I don’t care.”

• dresses like a princess and acts like a villain.

• has a secret sanrio obsession.

• a sucker for flowers. Get her a bouquet and she might buy you a house or two.

• asked you out as if you were the one interested in her.

• “I mean, I guess we've been talking a lot recently, yeah. I can't blame you. I am irresistible; like WHO could possibly not want me, right ? So, if you threw yourself at me to, I don't know, kiss me or whatever, I wouldn't be mad... I'd definitely understand.... I'm just saying–”

• always spends 50/50 of her free time : drinking a cup of tea, sitting in a cafe/restaurant, bitching about people - or - going shopping in the fanciest places in town. (bonus; she brings Oliver to hold her bags whenever he's around.)

• obsessed with ribbons; she often wears pink ones in her hair.

• very confrontational – if she has a problem, she’ll gladly let you know, and don’t expect her to be sweet about it.

• don’t get it wrong though, she’s not feared. She’s basically the human version of a chihuahua and her siblings, especially the youngest, love to tease and annoy her on purpose. You can’t blame them, she has the best reactions–

• well aware of her diva reputation and absolutely loves it.

• “Urgh, I’m forgetting your face as I’m looking at it.”

• clingy behind closed doors. She always needs your attention and cuddles and if you don’t provide, she will pouuuut.

• you expected her to be an insufferable boss but, even though she is very serious about her work and will want only the best from her employees; she's actually very considerate and right with all of them.

• loves journaling. She draws little hearts and flowers on ever single page.

• wears strong, bewitching perfumes. leaves a delicate scent anywhere she goes.

• “Imagine disliking me, though.”

• owns a “drama queen certificate”. (Mickayla gave it to her for her birthday; Celestia said she hated it but still keeps it neatly in her desk drawer for some reason, uh.)

• loves alcohol but very much is a lightweight.

• can be cocky and seem arrogant, but gets weirdly sweet and innocent when you’re around. (and of course, she gets teased to death for it.)

• always needs to press your wrist when she's anxious; feeling your pulse soothes her.

• very loyal. If somebody messes with her siblings or you, she’s baring her claws. And it stings.

• has one of the prettiest faces you’ve ever seen; easily could’ve been a model.

• second biggest fashionista of the family. (nobody could ever compete against Mickayla for top 1.)

• bickers a lot with Liz (meaning, they’re best friends.)

• “Listen here lady, you might have the tits, but I have the ego, which is what one needs to survive, so quit polluting my space, will ya?”

• ugly crying in your arms when she misses her siblings after not seeing them for like a week.

• wearing flavored gloss all the time. because it looks good. and tastes good. just in case you’d go for a spontaneous kiss. just in case.

• amazing pianist. She used to play everyday when she was younger but eventually stopped as she got older. started when she was 13.

• sometimes, when you come visit her, you can hear beautiful notes echoing in the large, luxurious space of her house. You don’t make any noise when you approach her just to get a chance to look at her play; she looks like an angel, far away from the annoyed gaze and sardonic smirk she usually shows.

• openly jealous and possessive – not so much so that she’d keep you from living your life; but she’s by far the most “territorial” one of the family.

• love languages : gift giving (very big on that one; you often get overwhelmed by her generosity – you’d never thought someone would buy you a car or a whole brand new wardrobe just… because? she can?) and physical touch. usually she wouldn’t let anybody get close to her because “ew, your fucking greasy hands on my prada clothes, bitch” but she lives for your hands on her, her waist, her hair and, she can’t keep hers to herself… especially in public. she’s grabbing you all over and there’s nothing you can do to escape it.

• loves, loves, loves bunnies. She’s a big animal lover girlie, but these little fluffy balls just have her heart.

• bakes when she’s nervous; and with the industry she’s in and the agency she rules, it happens a lot. Prepare your tummy and tastebuds for apple pies, cookies, peanut butter bread and blueberry muffins every three to five business days.

• romantically calls you "bitch". (you only get cheesy, disgustingly sweet pet names behing closed doors though<3)

• “I just decided everybody here is a stupid bitch. Not you, though. Nah, you're cool. You're my stupid bitch. ”

[yuinozomi-blog]

curiosity 

 station We oh ヾ(・ω・)メ(・ω・)ノ  !!! !!!

[offscreendeath]

GAHHDAMN FAHTS!

Boredom makes men to villains

FILMS WATCHED IN 2022: THE LIGHTHOUSE (2019) dir. Robert Eggers

[spanishinfluenza]

I know we've all talked about it and nobody wants to remember cumgate but how did smeyer really have a whole section on vampire bodily fluids and NOT talk about vamp jizzm ?? sociopath behaviour

[swisherstreets]

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Tonight, January 14 ~ Myka9 55th Birthday Celebration ~ The Offbeat ~ Highland Park ~ $9

[mrcrowleyrw]

Click the link and buy my shit ・・・ My 2nd EP #crownstoshackles finally dropped. With features like #ariano and #jizzm plus many more. LINK IN BIO come support your local artist slash family man only 10$ for 5 years of my life hope you enjoy. #mrcrowleyrw #rhythmwriters #instaart #instarap #instagram #instamusic #instahiphop #instaartist #instatag #hiphop #rap #newalbum #2017 (at Big Bear Lake, California)

[soulkingsk]

Friday night at #charactersbar in #Pomona im rocking #soulking @Regrann from @bigrobthechamp - Friday in Pomona! $5 at door. Vendor inquiries plz email or DM #Pomona #lahiphopevents #showcase626 - #regrann #mcsupernatural #phoenixorion #Jizzm #specone one the #beatset (at Characters Pomona)

[danganharem]

Who is a bigger slut, Miu or Kaede?

Surprisingly Enough, it’s actually Kaede who’se the Bigger Slut. Evident since she’s currently bouncing in Amami’s Lap, her massive ass slamming against his dick over and over, her pussy being stretched out by his manly cock while she Sucks Off Keebo, the robot’s realistic dick throbbing deep inside of her Throat. Both guys moaning as the blonde slut indulged in their studly dicks. Keebo was the first to cum, Kaede pulling away and jerking off his thick, hot Shaft as he began to pump his Synthetic Jizzm all over her bouncing face and tits, the sight enough to tip Amami off as well, spanking her ass and holding her down on his dick as he filled her to the brim with cum, the Slut happy to go another Round.

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[drewschermickblindone]

blindone- b5 Modigliani's opium den MIX

Variex- Fighting For The Fight (prod. by Cars & Trains)

Ellay Khule- Dumb It Down feat Acid Reign

david bars & showbiz- dont panic feat. fred the godson

RunLike- Move 2 The Light (feat. Tay Da Crown)

ink operated- eyes fell slave

EL Da Sensei- TOP DOWN Produced by P Original

Juggaknots- Watch Ya Head (Remix)

ghettosocks- the mustardstation featjeff spec timbuktu moka only andmuneshine-soundz

awol one and daddy kev- looks like

Mr. Lif- Triangular Warfare

Smif-n-Wessun- The A.L.L

birdapres & dj moves- the alibi

zilla rocca and andrew- the river knows

St. Louis Gibbor- D.L.T.L.O.I. (feat. Medusa the Gangsta Goddess, MisterCrane, Dapper Dan, CloseOne & Volume 10)

Dark Time Sunshine- Star Scream

Randal Bravery & Joshua Virtue- Occam's Pager

Black Sheep- Birds Of A Feather Feat. Q -tip

Farm Fresh- Limelight 1

flex mathews and damu the fudgemunk- deadin the weight

Planet Asia & Goldchain Military- Chain Of Command (Prod. By DJ Babu)

Open Mike Eagle- Original Butterscotch Confection (Feat. Busdriver)

a.g.- dancin with a shifter

Count Bass D- Aural S(ECT)s

gensu dean- opponents (feat. j-live)

El da Sensei & The Returners- Knowledge Be the Key (feat. Rakaa Iriscience)

alldeadly jizzm- b-boy bentley feat. tony da skitzo and neb luv

Teddy Faley- Straw Man Argument

Thorts131- Train Tracks

Ialive- Drewplex (feat. Andrew)

dwight yorke (feat. shazzam and gruf the druid)

Factor Chandelier- So Cold feat. Moka Only

tachichi and dj moves- how we is

Shabaam Sahdeeq- Men Of Respect (feat. PH, Torae & 8thW1)

Lxvndr & Moves- Andromedan Slice

Diamond District- First Time

sole- All Tommorrow's Sewers

9th Scientist- Throw Stones (Prod by Mannie Gee)

Binary Star- k g b

Kaigen- Still Keep It Underground (feat. Fatlip & Meiso)

Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice- Led by Gaslight

Zion I & The Grouch- Current Affairs

taktloss and the rifleman- git em up ft. riddlore and aceyalone

Thee Tom Hardy- Around I Go ft. Deacon The Villain

Nolto & Factor- Deathbed Confessions

Th' Mole & Friends- Om Manipadme Hum (Here Is A Gun) ft. Body Holliday & Terms None

Kitz Willman- My Driving Hand

The Station Signal- merd