Sounds In The Key Of Eps

April 02, 2024 / Kyle Ammiro

A new mix show series showcasing analog and digital production techniques.

Dive into the sonic landscape of Eps latest release, where the lines between analog and digital blur effortlessly.

This mix is a testament to the art of blending beats, genres, and topics seamlessly, all while harnessing the power of stem separation technology. Witness the mastery of turntablism as it intertwines with modern production, creating an immersive experience that pushes the boundaries of conventional music.

Tools: Pioneer PLX-1000, Pioneer S9 Mixer, Phase, Tescam-US-2x2 Interface, Ableton 9

SITKOE

I got a dirty mouth come from a dirty place

You'll have to excuse me

Growing up it was nothing nice

Pardon me if my attitude ain't as clean as you

but behaving the same is something that lemmings do

I'm offended that everyone's so easily offended

Suck my dick, fuck you bitch

If I said it to your face I meant it, i meant it, i said it I meant it

Get outta my face you ain't like me

I ain't like you

Don't want no fuckin' problem

Get outta my face you ain't like me

I ain't like you

Don't want no fuckin' problem

Devoted

Loyal

Violent

Jealous

Scrappy

Honest

Always

Mighty

get outta my face

You ain't like me i ain't like you

Don't want no fuckin' problem

Yeah

Dj Eps

Young Purple man

Yeah

Gang gang

First off, yellin fuck with me

So please don't expect me to fuck with y'all

Last year was bout making friends

This year I'm getting money, though

Rolling one while I'm smoking one

I'm already high, you know how that go

Lot of djs putting up shots

But we the only ones getting buckets, though

I'm like, "Fuck it, though"

Funny how they was funny-style just a year ago

Back then, they didn’t want me

Now im hot, bitch, Mike Jones

Nonstop, bitches sucking, fucking, sending pictures

I could put my brothas on

Never pictured all of this

When we was gettin chips and cheese out the corner store

Flashback, like twelve years old

Young as fuck, already know the code

Brothas wildin’ for the cheddar cheese

Westside to Cabrini Green

Brothas parking lot pimping, catching P's

Got supply? Well, I got the need

We got loose squares, crack, dope, pills

White tees, weed, lean, DVDs

We got everything, holla at me, what you need?

21 with them leather seats, 17 with the plasma screen

Cluckers get your ass a wedding ring

Dreaming 'bout the problems money bring

When you used to not having shit, young brothas brag about everything

Like, damn, look at my wrist, dog

Damn, look at my bitch, dog

Damn, look at my crib, dog

Damn, look at how I live, dog

Damn, I be getting fits off

Damn, look at my rims, dog

Damn look at my whip, dog

Look at all this fuck shit

Damn, look at my wrist, dog

Damn, look at my bitch, dog

Damn, look at my crib, dog

Damn, look at how I live, dog

Damn, I be getting fits off

Damn look at my whip, dog

Damn, look at my rims, dog

Tired of all that fuck shit

The way that he talks, wack

Gear, wack

His Jewelry, wack

His Foot stance, wack

The Way that he doesn’t even like to smile, wack

Me? I’m tight as fuck

Take off the foo-foo

Take off the clout chase

Take off the Wi-Fi

Take off the money phone

Take off the car loan

Take off the flex and the white lies

Take off the weird-ass jewelry

I'ma take ten steps

Then I'm takin' off top five

Take off them fabricated streams

And them microwave memes

It's a real world outside (take that shit off)

Take off your idols

Take off the runway

I take off to Cairo (take that shit off)

Take off to Saint-Tropez

Five day stay, take a quarter mil'

Hell, if I know (take that shit off)

Take off the false flag

Take off perception

Take off the cop with the eye patch (take that shit off)

Take off the unloyal

Take off the unsure

Take off decisions I lack (take it off)

Take off the fake deep

Take off the fake woke

Take off the I'm broke, I care (take it off)

Take off the gossip

Take off the new logic, that if I'm rich, I'm rare (take it off)

Take off the Chanel

Take off the Dolce

Take off the Birkin bag (take it off)

Take all that designer bullshit off

And what do you have? (Bitch))

ew, you ugly as fuck

(You out of pocket)

Huh, two ATMs

You steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)

Who you think they talk 'bout?

Talk about us (You out of pocket)

Who you think they copy off, copy off us

Okay

Bitch, it's no surprise

Eastside know the vibes

Get down on them knees

Look me in my eyes

If you make it rise

I'm gon' do my job

If it's smelling good

I might eat you out

I can whip it, I can drive it

Depending on her mileage

I'm passenger in her rocket

Get head on autopilot, yeah

Beefin' over hoes

Oh no, I don't want no problemo

Push me to the limit

I jump out and show you my demo

Eastside like to paint

Eastside got that dope

Eastside like to drank

Eastside fucked your hoe

This ain't what you think

This ain't what you want

Eastside on the gang

Eastside do the most

…

I can’t go a day without you

…

I just left off the lot in this bitch

I'm finna hit the shop in this shit

Put some rims on it and some knock in this bitch

I gotta roll, I ain't stoppin' for a bitch

Out here slangin' rhymes like they rocks on the strip

If it's on, we not squashin' that shit

You think you slick, the homies watchin' that shit

Ain't no talkin' your way outta that shit

Tomorrow morning, whole hood gossipin' and shit

I can’t go a day without you

It’s like gold dust, ya hear me coming through your speakers

You see me mashin up your airwaves

I know you can’t get enough of my sound

It’s like gold dust

Gold dust

You see me mashin up your airwaves I know you can’t get enough of my sound

It's amazing, I'm the reason

Everybody fired up this evening

I'm exhausted, barely breathing

Holding on to what I believe in

No matter what, you'll never take that from me

My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing

So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing

So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing (Let's go)

Remember mama telling me it be all right

Let go all of my problems and call Christ

I finally made sense out of this whole life

They been trying to finally kick in my whole life

But if no body love me,

I wanna love me

I don’t need you to love me

Got me

But if no body love

Im gonna love me

I don’t need you to love me

Got me

Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet

I tried to pay attention but attention paid me

Haters can't see me, nose bleed seats

And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap

I rock to the beat of my drum set

I've been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet, ha ha

But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit

Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

(Go go go go)

Uh, she just started to pop it for a dj

And look back and told me "Baby, it's real"

(Go go go go)

And I say I ain't doubt you for a second

I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel

(Go go go go)

I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal

(Go go go go)

And she bad, so maybe she won't

Uh, but shit than again maybe she will

Yeah, do it for the realest in the fuckin' game right now

She will, yeah

Do it for the realest in the fuckin' game right now

(I done did the impossible)

She will, she will, she will

Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now

(I done did the impossible)

She will, she will, she will uh

Do it for the realest in the fuckin' game right now

She will, she will, she will (she will, she will)

(I done did the impossible)

Yeah

You blocked me on Twitter, Instagram, YouTube Skype, Gmail, yahoo, instant messenger, SoundCloud and Facebook ….. and now your going to die

Drop

Watch my 9mm go

Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang

Watch my 9mm go

Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-da-dang

…

Player haters, masturbators, bitches all up in my shit

Living scared, you know you dead, walkin' around with a crippled leg

That bitch boy tried to test my shit, fucking with the rizzo click

M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A, that is where yo' ass will lay

You player haters on my dick, tryna put me in a click

I'll buck you twice, I'll buck one more

All you cowards hit the floor

These jealous fellas in a gang knowing that they ass is lame

Big-ass smile, but still as lame

You got a Glock? Then buck me, bitch

When that smoke is in my nose, I be wantin' to kidnap hoes

Talkin' shit about Da Click? You gon' get yo ass kicked

I hop out my fuckin' ride, and put my Glock to yo side

Lockin' the fucking trunk, and then let the speakers bump

Now-

Watch my 9mm go bang

Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang

Watch my 9mm go bang

Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-da-dang

This a lil' something for you, you lil' biatch

This mother fucker don’t miss

Naw he’s fucking good

That mother fucker don’t miss

(He’s good)

In the heat of battle he don’t miss

you could never do what I do, boy

Still, duckin' shit that I did, boy

in Paris 'fore Hit-Boy

These ain't the same type of hits, boy

Shit can get litter than lit, boy

You don't take these type of risks, boy

'Cause this boy been throwin' that D like Rich Boy

You missed, boy; ya numbers don't add up on the blow

That was ten years ago, if you know, you know (yeah)

If you know, you know

Ok let’s go

got them Lucchese boots on my feet

punch the gas 'til my leg falls asleep

and you know how it goes, ain't it sweet?

Texas tea, ah mmm

Ay hold on, is that Dr Pepper?

That’s that Dr Pepper

I say bitch

Get the fuck out my face get the fuck out my face get the fuck out my pimpin hoe, I say bitch

Get the fuck out my face get the fuck out my face get the fuck out my pimpin hoe

Wolf

I'm bout to look you in the eye and lay it right across the line now

You hella procrastinate, wipe ya face of that big smile

Look at all the debt you accumulate

Don't you wanna move up out the ghetto? Look at the window with them gates

That's a metaphor for the bars that entrap you

Happiness could pass you in a heartbeat cause you're consciously in shambles

You only fool yourself when you escape through your touring

Exploring your options but problem ignoring gets you nowhere

Faster than you ever cared to travel

You're overweight and shallow

An alcoholic battlin adolescent actions of a man pushin 30's

Could of had it early but decisions lacked the wisdom

Only hurting

Further advancement of a bastard that didn't deserve a damn thing but the bills barely handled

A sex fiend, you don't impress me, depressing

Let's see you focus on something uplifting

Missing your daughters grow right before your eyes

I hope that when they're older it's you they don't despise

Missing your daughters grow right before your eyes

I hope that when they're older it's you they don't despise

I've seen this place before

A color blinded senseless sight to see

And when it rains, only rains on me

But I don't understand why you blame me

Just take me as I am, it's the same me

We should be together

So tell me where you go when you know better

Up on a mountain (Up on a mountain)

Search through the valley (Search through the valley)

You hear me calling (You hear me calling)

Won't you come find me? (Won't you come find me?)

Please don't forsake me (Please don't forsake me)

All of a sudden (All of a sudden)

My heart is breaking (Breaking)

I feel it coming, I, I

Aye

Feelin' young but they treat me like the OG

And they want the tea on me, I swear these bitches nosey

Said he put some money on my head, I guess we gon' see

I won't put no money on his head, it's just annoyin' me

And I'm too about it

And the dirt that they threw on my name

Turned to soil and I grew up out it

Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it

Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'

I'm outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside

I've been losin' friends and findin' peace

But honestly that sound like a fair trade to me

If I ever hurt one and I'm still here

Outside, frontline, Southside

I've been losin' friends and findin' peace

Honestly that sound like a fair trade to me

Clearly, I find myself living inside a shelf

All of these pages can't help

Got all my introspect, mirrors, they don't reflect

All of the things that we do

My exi-(stence)

Is nothin

My exi-(stence)

Is nothin

Nothin

Leave me alone

Y'all better leave me alone

Leave me alone

(Bless up)

Everybody on a little mission, mission

Money make a-, go-go, go-go missin'

I can turn you on in an instant, instant

Everybody battlin' a-, battlin' a-, battlin' a-

Touchin' on your booby, get 'em lifted, lifted

She wanna get lit-lit, lit-lit

Fuckin' on-, fuckin' on-, battlin' a-, battlin' a-

Battlin' a-, battlin' a-, battlin' a-, battlin' a-

My mama tried to warn me, oh, try to-

My mama tried to warn me

Oh, not to break my heart again

Not to break my heart again

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

Everybody, everybody, everybody, every-

Everybody, everybody, everybody

Leave me alone, alone

Leave me alone, alone, alone

Leave me-

Everybody, everybody, everybo-, everybo-

E-e-e-everybody, everybody, e-e-e-e

Leave me alone, alone, alone

Leave me alone

Yeah

Leave me alone

Y'all better leave me alone

Sex, plus drugs, plus rock and roll added

That equation, mixed with success and raw talent

They talk about me, think I went crazy, goddamnit

Woo, I really went crazy, goddamnit

Uh, pull the curtain, there's nothing left here to hide behind

I come with baggage, I'm complicated, you know my sign

Try fathomin' what happens inside my mind

Intoxicated on substances, I've been tryna to find 'em

Reason to change, I found reason to rage

Playin' Jim Morrison, fuck it, people are strange

Deal with it, on God, there's no keeping me in a cage

They try to buy my soul, but it's not an even exchange

I just had an epiphany, I'm top ten in this industry

If you knew the end result, then what would you have done differently?

My Jekyll and my Hyde look like anything here but symmetry

But I ain't looking for nobody's sympathy

This for the kids who buy tickets

This for the fans of the music

This for the kids who get some inspiration from me and use it

This for myself, to jot this out is all therapeutic

But I never lost myself, so don't you ever confuse it

Readin' comments on my 'Gram, I'm like "damn, they really got at me"

"What happened to the old G? This sucks, won't you come back, G?"

"You said you'd never be that rapper, this shit is tacky"

I make what I wanna make, but I won't make everyone happy

The king is back

I wanna thank me

I wanna thank me for believing in me

I wanna thank me for doing all this hard work

I wanna thank me for having no days off

I wanna thank me for, for never quitting

Beware mothafucker cuz the king is back

Fuck it up

We S - T - U - P - I - D

When we go to the club we don't need ID

Everywhere we go its a party yall

We gon get it crackin like the Mardi Gras

Get stupid

Go stupid

Come and go stupid with me

Dog pound, Cresside clown gig so hard make my pants fall down

This beat pounds cutty where’d you get it?

Oh you ain’t know Dr. Eps did it

Yeah

Hell yeah

Know what I’m sayin

All that other bullshit

Punk motherfuckers

Here today and gone tomorrow

You can't relate to my motherfucking homies

That's why they listen to the one and only

I grew up on the funk called P

But these motherfuckers growing up on me

And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked

I take my ass back, to where I grew up

And get real boy, it's never too late

Before I do like you and make a weak ass tape

I'm in the trunk

Step into our world where there’s no one left

But the very best

No dj can test

(In the trunk, in, in the trunk

In the trunk, in, in the trunk

In the trunk beating down the block)

Get me outta here…

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