blue [j]

here are my top 10 favorite rap albums/projects/mixtapes of 2016. enjoy! also, i’m open to recommendations.

1. “Atrocity Exhibition” - Danny Brown. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVyGxlgeAjc

2. “RTJ3” - Run The Jewels. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-FPb-Mcpjw

3. “Big Baby DRAM” - DRAM. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rx0eqQl8wk

4. “Telefone” - Noname. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DswZ0q5sJs

5. “Prima Donna” - Vince Staples. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxw1Zef3EO0

6. “Cashmere” - Swet Shop Boys. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4Yb8AWXgLI

7. “Honor Killed The Samurai” - Ka. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Do2xXV2xrr0

8. “We Got It From Here...” - A Tribe Called Quest. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vO2Su3erRIA

9. “Splendor and Misery” - Clipping. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUR_ChqUJbc

10. “The Life Of Pablo” - Kanye West. [deal with it.] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q821mNXNw-I

romance the mountain, the smell of pine on her skin.

we’re dancing on trophies, gold clusters in my grip.

worlds collide. grin wide. oh i just die.

we didn’t invent this. but look at the fucking strut in our stride.

so if i gloat when i run, catch up.

if you fall back, it was meant to be. just let us.

be - your new heroes. be the last stars.

in the back of the room, so far, the dark, is new, it soothes. it’s ours.

stay where you are. hands up. freeze!

get in your car. cross the county line. never return. or bleed!

choices were made. written in stone. the moon is the truth. feel the chill in your bones.

baby i’m the devil but baby i’m yours.

maybe this was destiny, scraped knees on wood floors.

coffins get nailed while the winds oh fuck how they wail.

hound the sky with your howls let the angels know they have failed.

i’m ready for part two, i’m ready for red.

baby is a brush fire. running wild and free in the desert wind. baby is brush fire. one dead, many hurt, better send more men.

wake up, back in LA. neck hurts, heart’s worse. nothing left to say.

oh wait.

i thought the night was my plight. but the days too, make the rope tight. ok? ok. alright? alright.

the news has a sting, the roots have a need. to stretch, to grow. to fill up every inch of me.

digging one grave is the exhumation of another. return the monster, become it’s mother.

red on the jeans.                                those dreams were a tease. is everything you think.                      just ugly bones under meat. blue fire in the trees.                          desires become deceased. hold my wings and believe.               the clarity after release.

late night text, chum in the fucking water. carpe dms, squares gets circle, lambs in line for the slaughter.

devour brown like it’s Oh-eight another safe cracked with rusty wordplay.

hold on.

ever since you left, i can see my breath. another night of deleting poetry i typed out in a text.

my knuckles crack on these keys, the crows stop to watch and screech. the summer wind she breathes, and whispers, and lies, and screams.

I have more Cyclops figures than you do.

Ghost is back to break up the “monotony” of 2015′s amazing rap albums.

I’m ready.

damn.

new Daughn Gibson. So good.

Some new The National.

reach for stars, fall to earth and scuff your knees green. reach the point, raise your voice, and see what i mean.

the dancers rush in with their arms wide open. kicking dirt romance and flirt until you start choking.

i’m one with the fact that i am far from flying. and i sleep so sound warm and safe where i’m hiding.