Sick Boi, Poindexter, IAJAR 1 and 2, Culdesac, EP, Camp. Do you also want his MCDJ stuff?
Childish Gambino will be in St. Louis, where I live. This will be my first Gambino concert, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.
Anyone else gonna be in attendance at the Pageant in St. Louis on June 7?
The download link for “Silk Pillow” was accidentally replaced with the download link for “Black Faces”.
The actual link is HERE.
Our link has been updated and we’d love for you to change yours accordingly.
Sorry for the mistake.
Big Ghost’s Week 3 Rant:
Ayo whattup this the illustrious Hands of Zeus aka Cocaine Biceps aka Thor Molecules aka Big Ghost the panty melter namsayin. Son…I was peepin this joint that was on the ipod that came from the heavens that the dragon blessed me with nahmean. The shit had some gorgeous piano chords playin b…as tho the keys was bein stroked by the hands of God Almighty hisself namsayin. Ayo son this shit had angels singin on it…and a voice began to speak to me I listened namsayin…cuz I thought it was the voice of the White Jesus. I listed to what the White Jesus was sayin…I was focused b…cuz I had thought I had been chosen by the Lord forreal forreal. But then I wasnt able to interpret his message…it was too Biblical…it was too deep for my mental b. My emotions began to drown my soul nahmean. I was immersed in the holy message of what I had thought was the voice of the Messiah n I wasnt able to diagnose the scripture like that. The god felt sorrow b. That shit hurt my aura…tears burst out my wig as I felt the hands of a hundred cherubs pat my arm….(pause)…n one began to speak to me telepathically n shit… sayin “nah chill b…you was chosen…you was chosen my nigga”. So I arose…n I knew what I had to do. I showed to one of the snow niggas I be cool with… one of my cream brothers…Brody. And so it was that Brody came to listen the joint…n son said to me “Dude…that aint no white man’s version of the Messiah… thats Beck motherfucker. Durrrrrrr…”. Word is bond…I began to nod my head n stroke my beard…n I responded to son…”Who the fuck is Beck yo? Ayo n also if you say some durrr shit to me again Imma duff you in the muthafuckin face…thats my word…Imma slap you wit the force of a thousand elephants n turn the bones in ya face to dust b…thats my word.”….or some shit like that n whatever whatever. And so it was written…I had became educated thru the youtube videos that my Caucasinite homie showed me…n I had began to understand namsayin. I was brought forth to the light towards the righteous path nahmean. And even tho what I had thought was a personal message from the White Jesus of Nazareth turned out to be jussa feature by the muthafucka who made the joint “Loser” back in the early 90s…I felt enlightened. And so it was written… - Big Ghost
The artwork, “Trophies,” for the week 3 track is yet another piece by the ever-talented Sam Spratt. (Love the D + G = CG on the chalkboard, by the way, as well as the kids going to camp. And is that “The Younger I Get” scribbled out at the bottom of the board? I think so.)
Don’t mess your head up
Still run with these young bucks
Still runnin’ on jet fuel
Still pimpin’ on what-what
What was I thinkin’? I wasn’t
What am I drinkin’? I’m buzzin’
Speakin’ of weekends, I used to fuck with your cousin
I used to rap about nothin’
Now I rap about nothin’
But that nothin’ was somethin’ that ain’t nobody was bumpin’
See I still got it boo-boo
Just a battle, do you
Wonders if you don’t wanna be under some gross dude
But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at Nobu
“I bet your daughter’s perfect,” he say it like he know you
My daughter isn’t living yet
At water village idiot
Their flow’s dumb, but that royalty’s the silliest now
Someone tell these niggas I ain’t fuckin’ ‘round
Fly them all to Vegas man we hold it down
Livin’ for the present, nigga we fuck futures
Sippin’ on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin’ Kombucha
Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya
Rio de Janeiro, these bitches lookin’ like Shusha
Talk with anacondas, at least I’m bein’ honest
I’m tryin’ to turn these Kiki Palmers into baby mamas
Baby mama, I’m your baby, mama
Man, let your boy drown, they ain’t save me, mama
They ain’t save me mama
They ain’t save me mama
Silk pillow for that new weave
Silk pillow for that new weave
“American Chariot” early stage line-drawing + finished cover art I did for Childish Gambino/Donald Glover.
