How do you travel into different pockets of the universe while still being present? How do you space out and still be aware in this contextual climate of current sonic wavelengths? simple: Listen to Blakboy Ya$i
From the first Ya$i verse to the third and everything inbetween the Hippie Made alumni brings nothing but a vibe you can only tune into when the party is lit, when the blunt is in rotation and you on that mission to hit a lick and spend the wins with your crew.
The frequency, the BPMs the speaker moving waves, the base, the only eeire abstract yet present vocals and catchy songs which are deliberately kept short make you fiend for more, to repeat the song, to be lost in the THC that his music carries on its own prior to your regular intake of that loud.
Whether you are your stacking all these blue racks whether you want to Takeoff,whether you want that Richard Millie where someone’s main chick keeps on calling by the way and you won’t pick up cause you need drugs by the way, one thing is certain if you not part off the Hippie culture this music is not for you
The tunes are just as good as a trip of whatever your vice is, the language is for the sophisticated members of the underground world of the real trap culture not what we call skrr skrr, no my friend that is not in the slightest bit any facet of the real trap culture.
There’s men who will die for their colors,men who risk it all, fight with cops, escape others pushas on the block trying to get this weight off. The trap is not a pretty boy 808 affair, ain’t nothing turn up about the trap ain’t nothing lavish about the trap, people get shot in the trap.
For the soldiers who get their hands dirty, for the plugs who keep the hands clean and wield the Power of being Ghost, for Iginsa who needs that coded music he can play anywhere that speaks of what he does without you knowing we have the one and only Blakboy Ya$i.
A universe for the Hippie, a midnight drive song to shake the paranoia, a seductive Melody for that shawty you been tryna smash, for the dog who thought he’d never see heavens, for the block boy, the dread boy, the hustler, the fiend, the streets, the Blakboi. Welcome to Ya$i verse.
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