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beforeihadapager An extraordinary record. As a Londoner who grew up through hip hop, saw drum n bass and broken beat evolve, and who loves James Mason, the Mizell Brothers, etc, AND Seattle's Black Constellation, there's so much I recognize and love in Leavings. This really needs to be better known - there are relatively mediocre records out there getting a lot of play with the type of DJs and fans who should appreciate this. Favorite track: Higher Vibrations.
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Audio Texture Versatile lyrical delivery, broken beats, traditional hip hop beats, future jazz wig outs, killer soulful vocal additions, cosmic beats, more funk than Dam - it's all here and more wrapped up in one of the most exciting urban music albums to hit the shelves this year. Every track is great there is no filler, full support and radio play coming up. Favorite track: Kathedral Spectre.
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Gary Campbell Tay Sean has such a way with beats. While listening to this 2016 masterwork I found myself semi-unconsciously cataloging all the percussive sounds, their variety and all the off notes and the ones that are right on. (And losing count...) Find the groove and you're bobbing your head throughout. The interplay of rap and singing and vocal samples deepens further, particularly when the voices themselves become momentum. Gorgeously dense, there are many more layers yet to peel from this alien onion. Favorite track: Supramundane.
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    Limited edition LP on opaque white vinyl with original artwork by Tay Sean.

    via HomeSkillet Records

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  • Limited Edition LP + Hand Engraved Mala Necklace
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Limited edition LP on opaque white vinyl with original artwork by Tay Sean.

    Limited edition mala prayer bead necklace of coral, agate and seashell with blue goldstone pendant set in a bullet casing hand-engraved by Nick Galanin.

    via HomeSkillet Records

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Australopithecus Animal ignorance Natural mystic shit Natural impetus Astral influence Gradual increments Magical instruments Radical dissonance Manifold internets We all disconnect We all discontent Compatible with the shit National citizens Atonal syndicated Masterful hyprocrites Capital interests Racks, hows that stack against the infinite Black, we all go back, jack, we in this bitch Trapped, I'm almost tapped, dawg, I finna dip Straps, they want me clapped, dawg, they finna miss I'm in the 6 Up on benefit Yeah, I'm in the 6 Three 7s bitch
Dawn Chorus 02:19
They say You aint really real, less you really a rider And they say You aint really down, less you ready to die for And they pray Pray that a stray don't find em They sprayed up Mayas They peeled of they caps, then peeled out they tires They singin strap lullabies Better bring a black bow tie How you gonna get back when the bullets fly Through the drivers side, call it ghost ride He spent all his chips to update his whip Aw But extended clips they gon truncate your trip Homie real quick Aw, what a pity The bullshit missed me, the bullets hit me (Wonder if heavens fuckin wit me) I thought I'd live to be a hundred fifty Now my futures history, the beat simply Fade out (Do my soul live on if I'm braindead?) Or do my body respond like in COD? Or if the clock don't tick, do the game end? (I think you'll have a nice dream) Khamora, Malik, Nolan, Ezekiel Hannuk (I see you pretty little girl) Mama, I love you, Saway you my buaté Pray that I'ma see you on the other side Will I meet God? Pharaoh and Phoenix, Yasmine and Jihad (It'll be Ok) Keep on, keep on
Flesh temple, house a god Sensory perception to explore facade Serpentine spine like a lightening rod Kundalini climb to the heights, beyond Muhfuckas think we slightly odd But they dont really know what type of flight we on Third eye blind, calcified, disabled You should open your mind, sometimes thats painful My sister think its reality shows on cable My brother on the xbox dead playin halo Crown chakra stay low Aint that just how the game go? 360 with no kinect Boob tube, youtube, internet These bitches aint bad, they just disrespect These rappers aint hard, dawg, they hardly spit Young, bhodisattva, heart chakra, solar plexus Rock with baba, do pranayama to draw my breath in Khabalibati, god body, pure intention Swami, Swanny, only in the 3rd dimension Tryna keep my chakras pure But I done smoked so many squares that my tonsils hurt Ima utter these mantras, we gotsta learn They say you only live once, but Im not so sure Supra Supramundane My heart un-tame, my brain unchained Drop jewel off top the crown chakra Fuck round might bounce some sound off ya Duck down, block-blocka, heartbeat stoppa Chief rocka, Shaka, no peace offer Fuck police, off em, fuck bitches often I was born on this planet but fuck livin on it Channel game through the synth component That kinda hitcha dont it, like when you sit in lotus My people dipped in dopeness, as if you didnt know this We goin, goin, gone, I'm on Im Swanny, Im ornery, these people all zombies You suckas can't, see me, let alone, find me I'm Skyway the flight base airstrip, style-y on the snare hit I channel game on the mikey, uh Already know the neighbors dont like me Cuz I does it nothing lightly, light beams, light beings Young Taylor drip flavor like ice cream melt The only chief is Chief Si'ahl so the styles is felt
A haunted house with the doors open A lost & found power source flowin A pinwheel in the middle of my rib cage An ancient order with the twin blades A solemn pact with the loas Just watch how we act when we ghost up It flows thru, it don't come from A new beat on an old drum
Get the fuck away I'm tryin... I'm tryin Tryna say I'm tryin... I'm tryin You be, you be, All up in my ear bout something I can't give in Cuz we'll be at it again I heard mami you was loco But you got me in circles That cocoa butter skin Just wanna fall in And now we're at it again
I Guess... 03:00
Unanointed, self-appointed Kings of clones, charicatures Feeble hoes unfit to serve The weekest thrones, from which you perch Each his poems more sick than yours No medicines, no instant cures No hex, no hymn can't life the curse You'd better get some different swerve Irreverent and immature, The excrement your lips procure A rhetoric of simps, and surely Eloquence has skipped your turn Your temperament is insecure Attention, yes, a bitch's thirst You represent a wicked work Of benefit to misters, sirs Swallow all the shit they serve Follow just the simplest urges Life's a bitch, who hit it first? You'll never get what's in her purse Your gang is just some strength in numbers Your game? Ages 8 and under You're lame and unimpressive lover Your cake never stretchin rubber Your drugs is just your fashion statement Your thug? An exaggeration Your love the same as masturbation Your raps lack imagination Your image is some movie actin Your niche is in a beauty pageant Your bitch is an aspiring ratchet Your snitchin, an undying habit Your social life is a popularity contest At best Your dope and vices a constant therapy process Jah bless And they claim that they ascended, I'm offended Cuz what they represented wasn't sevens And they say they stay suspended, they pretendin (that aint fly) We all in the same dimension, they forgettin (but we try) Pseudo-swaggin, quasi-posi Pundits of the posin The public's spoken Babylon's incumbents have been chosen Ya aint never bossy, anti-flossy Fakers of the funk Just flavors of the month Cuz youza dranker of the punch, ooh Your persona is a parody Your ego is embarrassing Your ethos is of pharisees Your credo lacks sincerity Your steelo don't compare to heem Your intellect, a barren tree Your pimpin is a charity Your bitch is always where we be Your loyalty is a bandwagon Your friendship is a transaction Your poems are personal me parties Your turn up is a tea party Your all good is a falsehood in the flesh, A mess I guess that's what they callin fresh, I guess Does the shoe fit? What's the movement? Where they do this? Is this the new shit?
Higher vibrations Slap high fives wit my comrades Slap the sky off the launchpad Contact high, where da gawd at Caught bad vibes, dawg I'm off that So hi-fi wit the bom blaps I'm at Lo-fi wit the Bobcatt We off the top, pop a shroom cap We so nonstop where they do that? High vibrate, mind straight violet ultra We skyscrape like Tahoma Curvy shapes gyrate in the corna Shake ta eat my cake wit the door shut We so supernova Move in RPM and do donuts Higher vibrations
Xtra Tho 01:37
FML 02:31
When I'm loaded I'll call all the girls I've ever loved In my life And in the morning I'll text all the girls I'm thinkin of Don't think twice I know I'm not the dream you had I can't be what you want me to And I'm not the fantasy you had I'm much more than that When I'm loaded I'll call all the girls I've ever loved In my life And in the morning I'll text all the girls I'm thinkin of Don't think twice When I'm hungover I'll recall the girls I'm dreamin of All damn night And when I'm sober I'll see all the girls I'm singin of Fuck my life
This is Photon packet passion Electric magnet magic Opposite attraction happens Attachment overload bandwidth This is madness Space madness Wonder will she suck me up Blackhole vacuum succubus Parasite parasol princess Swallow starlight with all her kisses Wonder do she know She haunt me like a part-time ghost Underneath eyelids, a private show What sweet violence, hearts to eat whole
Makes me feel some type of way
Come, get wet Let us absorb all of this bliss All evidence suggests The sun, its fresh Moon stars and planets are auspicious We are, blessed One, the flesh Mind body soul are not so disparate Within and without mesh Lets run, to yes A light that flickers in the distance A question and a quest Go down Go down Go down Go down I know we all just tryin hard to exorcise some demons And bossin up to floss and brush off dirt feels like some freedom I know we tryna eat, consider what it is we eatin What is this they feedin us, this bullshit in the media To make you feel inadequate is they fix, but don't believe em Just wait on God till she give you the nod, and then you grease em Breathe in Then come up I remembered who I are The stuff of stars I hid behind some bars Like tints on shiny cars (I know) Know not from whence I came My purpose, it evades me Then surface in my daydreams This world is, its so crazy dawg I'm tryin I'm tryin


released September 20, 2016

All songs written and produced by Tay Sean
"Um Tryin" written by Tay Sean and JusMoni

Recorded at Cloud Nice [Seattle, WA]
Mixed by Erik Blood at Black Space [Seattle, WA]
Mastered by Adam Straney at BreakPoint Mastering [Seattle, WA]

Album art by Tay Sean


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