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Essential Sounds For A Jaguar / 迷​失​上​海

by MC crying croc and the seeds of gloom

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every horn 01:25
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2.
jabiru 02:08
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grey cube surrounded by sumaunas (slow bossa) 03:54
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4.
grey cube reprise (fast bossa) 01:28
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5.
latinha de guaraná 02:46
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tinplate pop pop boat 02:08
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another ipê 01:57
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delaying droplets of liquified metal 02:50
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hymn to a golden tamarin 01:15
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10.
margarethe margarethe 01:48
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ipad sound design 91 bpm 01:08
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ipad sound design 40 bpm 02:36
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ramaria formosa 01:50
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running tap of reptile tears 02:30
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subtle waltz of the breathing canopy 01:07
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pufferf¡sh 𝐈 02:06
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pufferf¡sh 𝐈𝐈 01:17
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árvores ósseas 02:06
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music for cloudy porch nights with a midi guitar 03:30
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claralua 04:42
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dejetos industriais e domésticos 03:08
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soup song 03:04
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siren telephone (for a mermaid) 02:48
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silica spheres junky 02:43
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elliot's pheasant's flight 01:04
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death at the 人民广场 01:48
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27.
chinese ailsa craig 01:43
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global harbor mall (上海环球港) malfunctioning elevator in maintenance 02:45
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march of the celestial radish child 02:21
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yaguareté (真正的捷豹) 01:15
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歌剧中的死亡之握 (death grips in the opera) 04:48
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How the trip never stops On and on, it's beyond insane Why I set myself up In a raging sea of flames? You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown Madness, chaos in the brain Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane You got no business questioning a thang You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown Madness, chaos in the brain Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane You got no business questioning a thang You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a- Never not on it, leanin' so hard you're ashamed You can't dismiss this sick transmission, huffs your brain Exhale your will and forget I ever knew you Fuck do you do? Fuck a man with hips for hulu Rack a snitch, chalk and cue you Corner pocket consume you Too many hoes in my Too many hoes in my motherfuckin' meal Asking if I know how a motherfucker feels How a motherfucker feels Slit them choke, flip them boat Dead bitch float, swollen corpse No remorse, navigated off course Of course I can make you scream but if you ask for more Bullshit, matador, grab the floor, whip it cracked to all fours You whimper while I check my phone Who's next? Assassin roam Music drifts, I have no home Choose this life you're on your own You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown Madness, chaos in the brain Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane You got no business questioning a thang You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown Madness, chaos in the brain Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane You got no business questioning a thang You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a- Swallowed way too much Couldn't handle it, I fell Down a spiral stair case winding to hell Fuck it, now I can't quit, will never be the same I got that attitude, you got no thang I'm fit to hurt you; gives a fuck about the way I move weight? Dark matter, flu state of consciousness Blew straight through you won't do shit But beg me to do this Again and again and again and again (no love, no love) Strangler clutch, sine wave deconstruct My way or no way, bangin' hey makin' lust Lucid nut shake shake it up Booyakah You're a bitch made to be crushed Came like, what? Now you crave my touch Flat busted on front street cake cuppin' Say you wasn't lion mane I done been done with tame Head hunter, fuck the fame Switch lanin' ripper slangin' Hit me nuclear wind at my back Smokin' goldfish at the photo mat Load my clap clap can't trust 'em never did What it is? You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown Madness, chaos in the brain Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane You got no business questioning a thang You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown Madness, chaos in the brain Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane You got no business questioning a thang You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown Madness, chaos in the brain Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane You got no business questioning a thang
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separation of two hugging entities 10:47
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33.
pai gu nian gao street 02:18
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34.
damaidi 02:17
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华山路 carnival 01:43
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Shātān nánhái b14 02:41
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MF 厄运 (绞肉机 meat grinder) 02:30
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Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor China was a neat signer, trouble with the script Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas Yes, no? Villain, Metal Face to Destro Guess so, still incredible in escrow Just say ho, I'll test the yayo Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers In all quad flavors, Lord, save us Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne Think you know the name, don't rack your brain On a fast track to half insane Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane" Laughter, pain "Hackthoo'ing" songs, lit in the booth with the best host Doing bong hits on the roof, in the west coast He's at it again Mad at the pen Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers You can find the villain in satin, congas The van screeches The old man preaches About the gold sand beaches The cold hand reaches For the old tan Ellesse's Jesus
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傷病儲備 03:24
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e of these rap niggas We be bumpin' yo' shit, sittin', just fact-checkin' We be bumpin' yo' shit, sit and just laugh, nigga I don't wanna be that nigga Shit, I ain't gonna be that nigga Shit changed, they don't wanna see that nigga You like Stacey Dash on BET, my nigga If you pray, can you pray for these niggas? And if you don't, can you pour one out for these niggas? Simon says, "Get your own sound, lil' nigga" All these cover bands lookin' like clowns, lil' nigga I ain't trippin', I ain't playin' with y'all I ain't trippin', I ain't playin' with y'all niggas I ain't sittin', I ain't politicin', haitin' on y'all I ain't really go in, waitin' on y'all niggas Y'all be rippin', ain't no real innovatin' involved I ain't, I ain't hatin' on y'all, just had to tell you how it is Some of y'all take off fast, but forget distance This a marathon, not a sprint, there's a big difference Way too quick to react, save that for Quint Got the game upset like the '04 Pistons Fuck it, mask on, I'm so ready to rip 'em I ain't pourin' out shit, but I will take a shot for 'em Shit, your mans talkin' bad like this is not for him Tell that shit to your mans then, not forums I ain't got to say we hot, let the fans do it Try to pass on us, you shoulda ran, stupid Malcolm Butler on that ass, interceptin' trash I told y'all, a box in the sand won't ever last No, for real, no, for real I really, I really tried to tell these niggas too, that's what's funny Malcolm Butler on that ass, interceptin' trash I told y'all, a box in the sand won't ever last Get the– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck– get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up
39.
theo in reflection 03:48
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40.
the fragile egg shell that guards my tipuana flower 01:46
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41.
yellow flowers for eyes, and inert bodies that were 03:14
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42.
green butterfly lullaby 01:10
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43.
耳朵 6 03:00
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about

Part 1: essential sounds for a jaguar
taking inspiration from what surrounded me during my childhood I tried synthesizing what I identify as my home country and other sounds that bring me comfort and playfulness.
Part 2: lost in shanghai
lost in shanghai

credits

released December 22, 2022

Maurice Hale (producing, mixing and mastering)
Stefan Burnett (additional vocals)
Brian Wilson (additional vocals)
Daniel Dumile (additional vocals)
Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks (additional vocals)
Rashard Bradshaw (additional vocals)
Nathaniel Ritchie (additional vocals)
Jordan Groggs (additional vocals)
Jiangsu Song and Dance Ensemble Folk Orchestra (varied chinese instruments)

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