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BABY GUWOP - TEXAS BLUES EP Talk about prolific. It's only been two months and @BabyGuwop512 is back with a new project. Titled Texas Blues and opening with a quote from the 2001 film 'Blow' starring Johnny Depp, Guwop is making it a point to give us an edge-of-your-seat adventure with Texas as the back drop.

The opening quote in 'Sick of Home' is haunting and reflective. Guwop croons over tough, yet right decisions with a sure and confident attitude. Giving up vices, tightening his circle, leavig everything he knew...Baby Guwop is on the verge of something and is putting himself on the path to find it. The stand out moments from track one to track eight is the obvious improvement in his vocal range and fearless experimetation with his new bouncy flow. We've had an early taste of what the EP would sound like with the previous releases of 'Ice Wrist Makes You Sick,' and 'Million Ways.' From the bass alone in 'Million Ways,' we knew shit was going to get crazy, but the whole tape showcases how insane @scpjcksn's production game has gotten. Once again, these two are raising the bar for how collaborations should go. The artwork of the project is sporting a single flower - a blue bonnet - which looks as if the project is now a travel guide for future residents and tourists. Smart move if this tape is lowkey just that. Now everyone knows if they're looking to throw bands up in Houston, they can hit up Guwop for a good time.

Barry Love, Holographic Alex Barry Love stands in front of a crowd - all bouncing in anticipation to celebrate the successful launch of Barry's new invention, 'Holographic Alex.' "Have you ever had your girl all up in your face?" A screen descends behind Barry, revealing live footage of a girl in a room yelling obscenities outside of Barry's house. This gets the audience is intrigued. Barry then pulls out a small device and presses a button at the screen. What appears to be a flickering Barry walks towards the woman proclaiming she's a Nubian Queen and needs to respected. The flickering Barry apologizes whole-heartedly and manages to get the previously angry woman to leave, satisfied and aroused. The crowd claps. Amazed. "Have you ever had to throw hands?" The footage on the screen switches to a group of misguided hoodlums outside of Barry's house, threatening to "expose and dispose" of him. Barry clicks a button and a flickering version of him appears on the screen with evidence of the leaders shortcomings and shame. This causes the leader to cry and retreat. The audience laughs. "Ladies and gentlemen," Barry begins. "Meet Holographic Alex." The crowd goes wild. "You can get this application once downloaded into the exclusive-compatble software to "cover for you" in dire any situation when you would prefer to sit around and think about life for only twelve thousand dollars." The crowd is silent.

Malandros, Hometown A young wide-eyed music fan managages to stumblr into a free show after following the audio trail of guitar licks and pad switches. Standing outside, waiting for the next band to play, the hopeful youth sees instruments and equipment slowly being lugged in and out of the building. "Are you guys about to play?" the hopeful youth asks. "Yep," a friendly smile shot back. "Bring everyone. Bring your friends." The young kid chuckles as the drummer walks inside, dragging a container of cords and gears with him. The light-hearted amusement switches to longing and nostalgia as the teens heart breaks a little. The whisper to themselves. "But all of my friends are back in my hometown."

Milk & Cereal by Malandros

Lonny X, High Fashion Lonny X looks earnestly at the members of his gang, all holding AK's and adjusting their goon masks in anticipation of the biggest heist of their lives. The gameplan is to sneak into the High F Luxury Apartments in hopes of looting the CEO of Big Wig Record's entire estate. Hopping out of the vehicle with determined intensity, they walk to the back entrance and load onto the freight elevator ascending to the the High F Luxury Apartments. This is it. This is THE heist. The elevator dings, indicating they have arrived which gets the gang to prepare by cocking their guns and getting in formation. The elevator opens. They step out, expecting security, but they are greeted by of age groupies. "More rappers!" Lonny X is confused as well as the rest of his comrades, but confusion and even the plan for the heist is swept aside by the intoduction of pleasing eye candy and an assortment of vices to indulge in. The women guide the group into the back room where they find the CEO of Big Wig records, surrounded by a cloud of smoke as he relaxes in a hot tub and enjoys the view of the city. "You must be the new signees." The group walks up, getting into the hot tub, not denying the CEO's assumptions. Cleary, he is under the influence. The CEO starts a speech about determination within the Hip-Hop community which touches the hearts of each member of the group. "Now, are you gentlemen ready to make moves?" Right in their faces was a pen and a contract. Lonny does not hesitate to grab the pen. As he's about to sign, the door bursts open, catching everyone off guard. It's the CEO's assistant. "Mr. CEO. Your 8 o' clock is here." Behind the assistant follows a group of men. This throws off the CEO. Everyone freezes, not sure what to do. The CEO looks Lonny who is about to sign the contract and snatches it away. "Who the hell are you guys???" Loony doesn't know what else to do, but the his crew catches the tenses and the original plan of robbing the CEO blind resumes. To Be Continued...

ST., Nightmare (Prod. CP3) The children fear him and the shifty-eyed adults deny his existence, but there is no hiding from ST. when he drags us deep into the pits of his own personal hell. We face the unimaginable torture of confinement and a life with hardly any hope for tomorrow. At the end , we come to learn that ST. isn't as menacing as he seems. He's simply a messenger of the truth.

Febria, The Sea Around Us The desire to re-create fond memories together is what brought five friends on a casual voyage into the sea. Their intentions, like the sea were calm and peaceful. The more reserved friend, although happy to be there, volunteers to navigate while the remaining four enjoy themselves and celebrate on the deck. Miles of expanding nothingness lull the reserved friend into a deep trance, later causing him to slunch over as he falls deep into sleep which then causes the boat to subtley steer off course. Hours pass with a sleeping navigator and a wrong course... SPLASH! The sleeping seaman jolts out of his sleep to the sight of the boat flooding with water. And his friends...? He runs onto the deck, franctically searching until it catches his attention. His eyes widen and the sight of a creature circling the boat. Then he hears it: The sound of the legendary Febria:

The Sea Around Us by Febria

Richy Hyliger, Round Here "You a'int shit" crackled through the phone speakers. Richy's deep, serious eyes widen only briefly before he gently places his phone on an intricate marble counter top. Richy then leans forward with a slight, satisfied smirk on his face. "We been paid around here, right?" The envious voice retalliates, but Richy cuts it short by repeating himself. "We been paid around here, right?" The voice on the opposite end is silent as Richy slowly hums the Jeopardy "Think Music," waiting for a response. He manages to hum the song and reach the final climax which is then met with the proper answer. "Right." A wide, toothy smile spreads across Hyliger's face as he hangs up and returns to his previous casual position: With your bitch braiding his hair.

Chris Savage, Lyrical Homicide A signal of urgency is what lured out the blue suited, badge doning men from their morning coffee and scattered paperwork. "Lyical homicide," stated the scanner as the rookies rushed to the squad car. Homicides were a regular occurence in the city, but the boys in blue were were shocked and unable to handle proof of something they thought was only an urban legend. Upon entering the crime scene, the rookies were bombarded with the sounds of authenticity, regret, stress and mistrust. These were all the things that could push a man over the edge. That man, specifically, being Chris Savage.