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    - Ghost In The Tapes - Happily Confused
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    - Forever Pavot & XP The Marxman - Forever XP
    - GBO - Rookie 7"
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Forever XP 03:23
Vous ne riez plus? Vous avez peur, hein? Vous comprenez que ça la peur! Yeah, forever XP, let's go Fais péter ton spliff Let's go, huh What's a soldier without a war Rich without the poor Kids without chores And a glass without the pours A world without laws A model with no flaws A tiger without claws Lumberjack with no saw A 3 with no 4 A king with no court Some coke with no snort You buy it can't afford A house with no roof The truth with no proof A mouth with no tooth Some socks with no shoes Detective with no clues It's rap with no blues A clock with no snooze A drunk with no booze A flower with no beese It's snoop with no trees The beach without a breeze You planting with no seeds A preacher who won't preach No class for you to teach A seeker who won't seek A dancer with no feet Got plans but don't lead A tree with no leaves Big cars but no keys No blood for you to leech No heights for you to reach No games for athletes No rappers for rap beefs No food for you to eat And a world with no you or me I said a world with no you or me Shit's crazy I don't think about how I got there but what made me It gotta make sense like a drug dealer with babies It gotta be 100 like 20 plus 80 It gotta be legit like you ain't trying to play me Like you ain't try and serve me them biscuits without gravy Like you was all out ammo but still aiming Like we was on the court and you constantly throwing flagrants Like you knew I was learning but you ain't have the patience, ugh Mais moi il me suffit d'appuyer sur un p'tit bouton ici à côté de moi Et je vous entend plus Ah vous m'écoutez maintenant Vous m'écoutez parce que vous avez peur Ayo, you ain't a friend of me You can't reciprocate my energy I shared memories With God out in Italy And he was telling me That I'm my own worst enemy It's multiplicity I'm working hard like it's ten of me They don't deserve your energy Especially if it's investing in Something that potentially can Be a memory I need stability inside my life Can never let it be My mind's playing tricks on itself Such a tricky thing Born broke But you know them opposites attract We learnt alchemy young To turn that hope into stacks Making moves over Jack's Putting points on a bag Either that, grab the strap Taking all the shit they had It's real I never been the type to miss a meal We gone light another one Take a drink crack the seal, ugh The flyest in ya drum We ain't ever fear none Forever XP in the spot We rock the casbah
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1 Way Ticket 03:01
I Modern Warfare'd my gun How the fuck you gone leave me the crumbs I'm not the one Cockroaches and bumbs Got they eyes on my funds I spun they head once the record was spun I'm on the front lines They saying that a warrior's built During these hard times Remember staring out the window During these car rides Thinking of master plan We gone help each other rise Remember seeing powder cook up And watched it caramelize Wasn't allowed inside of the kitchen Unless authorized Better kill your pride Before you step inside I'll tell you why Cause I seen'em lose it And bubble it back up Seen the best do it Keep a stash in that mattress The work had the fiends Out practicing back flips He became Houdini Disappeared all his assets And that's it Now he cuddled up with that glass dick It's that quick Gotta have respect for that hat trick The game One way ticket to the game (one way) A one way ticket to the cane A lot of shit change When you lose it and regain They tryna take your reign Protect your name One way ticket to the game (one way) A one way ticket to the cane A lot of shit change When you lose it and regain They tryna take your reign Protect your name I can see em eye mine from afar They know me but I know who they are I can see em eye mine from afar Didn't momma tell you wish on a star See no matter where you from Shit gone always be the same Every hood and every block We be striving for a change Using mass amounts of hope Just to get us through the flames If you tryna change the channel Shit gone end up in your face One way ticket to the game (one way) A one way ticket to the cane A lot of shit change When you lose it and regain They tryna take your reign Protect your name One way ticket to the game (one way) A one way ticket to the cane A lot of shit change When you lose it and regain They tryna take your reign Protect your name
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So let's ball foo Call that motherfucker, bro Gotta get some more shit right now I hit my dude yo where the gas at I need some of that hazmat Killah out the turkey bag One hit and pass that Remember smoking stress holes Poked in the coke can Now we puffin godly shit Whole nuther program Grew it out the grodan I'm smokin till we old men Blew some of that GP My chest start to fold in Done tried it all When it comes to puffin reefer smoke Even scraped the resin Made it work when we was broke Holler if you need a toke My cheeba make the meanest choke A zipper for the C note Back woods we elope My mijos know I'm smokin like Tony with a kilo Still smokin the roach cause The shit ain't cheap tho I love me exotics but the OG my top best Ain't nothing like new batch Crystally cut fresh We trimming down the water leaves And watch the bitch undress Taste her on your lips We got the best and that's no less Finger tips dirty cause I don't use a grinder Got at least the clip ready Soon as I rise up Stoners be reveered now They used to dispise us Even caught a charge Cops would call it a crime bust I like that kinda bud Smell like its a pine crushed I been out in Cali I be having these options We could hit the store Hit the homie and cop it I smoked around the world Let me give you my top 10 L.A., The Bay Maine-Mass and Amsterdam Swiss had the hash But it was brought in from Moroccan fam Washington state, Colorado Then it's Oregon New York got some shit Produced from everywhere importing it Everywhere I go I'm asking for the most potent shit To get me on the level Til I ain't trying to roll up again I be smokin more than you And your stoner friends With the mijos blow a ounce And do it all again
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Yeah Sheer confidence, wack I been the antonym, dope Don't make popular tracks But got the lines you quote Design the lines with a oath Cause I rhyme with the pros Getting live at the shows Dog I mean to impose Cause we gone get on Leave your veins full of venom Crash dummie hittin a semi head on Too fast gone blow the engine Tortious with the shells I'm cooking rabbit with the Dijon So fuck what they on Je suis autorisé You gone have to call me back Everytime they pressing play On your shit we saying next Gone slap the shit out the dude Who's writing the checks How you funding this wack shit We rock amongst the best This is pivotal rappin Tout est possible Over 100 degrees I spark the trees upon the set Hunt'em down like Boba Fett While I'm higher than a jet If it aint about bread I aint got no time for it
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Californian getting ready for the winter Couple hoodies, couple jeans and some Wind breaker zip-ups New shit dropping soon as we enter A new season, it don't get no realer, more scriller aye Always gotta keep the damn blick tucked Cause these streets always wanna get you When you put your feet up relaxin Gotta keep a stash to put the stacks in We gone make this income passive, schematics A blue print written for life's passions, imagine Shit get moving where it's stagnant, attract like magnet Dreaming of the life that I live Watching MTV yo raps as a poor young kid I close my eyes and kick a rhyme to the wind Life of sin gave me stories to spit I know the broken can relate to this shit Never sold my soul but he sold his All my fans know that he don't miss Ain't a man if you can't feed your kids Pray to Elohim That we seen some green off of them keys Ray Charles I can't see y'all thieves I came to speak my piece Or the piece speak out to your peeps Bon appétit Twist a wood, sunsets on the beach Copped half off primo He know that that's all me We are the streets Guaranteed raw raps, raw beats You know we out y'all reach Took the shit and start to carve my niche Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Put it in the stash, put in the stash Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Put it in the stash, put in the stash Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Put it in the stash, put in the stash
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Come on Bring ya magnifying glass y'all gotta see this shit It's the small battles won that lead up to this The victory horns, oh lord I'm glad to be on You seen me weather these storms Had my back through it all I call upon the spirit When these times are gloomy in appearance and I'm Living out a dream some call fake The flow of the music got'em watching the levy break It's possible to make something so small, astronomical The force we apply is via nautical The motion is smooth Approach life, got something to prove We let the needle do its thing to the groove And let them players in the stands Talk shit from the nose bleeds, I'm proof They ain't swinging in the leagues we in Born with a spirit that needs to win Failures I just can't comprehend Cause this life we in I stay responsible for shit I said Bring ya magnifying glass y'all gotta see this shit See it's the small battles won that lead up to this See it's the diamonds glistening all across the wrist It's the coming from a spot with no pot to piss To getting all the love I could get, I kept it lit This for them nights when I ain't sleep in a bed For them nights I Couldn't really keep myself fed For them nights I Could've really wound up dead For the nights I'd rather rob them then try to beg You know the deal, them hunger pains Make'em play the hunger games The streets is real Ain't no love Los Ang' Pay the boss the man I'm trying to live my life with toucans By the white sands My art living decades for man Like in Iran And they gone have to make some space Now that we here And leave something they can't erase For future let's go Stay fearless in the heat of the moment I look forward to seeing eyes of opponents Blood splash on a lotus Holding your own up in the midst of commotion That's what I do That's what I do That's what we do What ain't gone kill me gone make me stronger I hit the block, I put on God's armor I feel at peace through the gritty somber I ain't afraid to send you right to momma If you deserve it then I'll do the honors I see the blessings God brought upon us This is the power of my forefathers And we ain't stopping 'til the ghost call us If you don't do it from the soul Then you don't gets no love, no
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about

After exploring the jazz sphere with his project La Récré, French pop with solo works on Born Bad Records including the recent album L'Idiophone, and movie soundtracks for both Monia Chokri films "Babysitter" and "Simple Comme Sylvain", Forever Pavot is everywhere but where we expect him to be. He now lands on the hip-hop planet with this beat-heavy west coast rap LP in collaboration with XP The Marxman.

XP The Marxman is a rapper, producer and street activist helping the homeless in Los Angeles. From an early age, music helped him cope with the violence, drugs and gang life in which he grew up. Known for his collaborations with Roc Marciano and The Beat Junkies, he is also passionate about cannabis, jury member of the first High Times Cannabis Cup in San Bernardino in 2013 and involved in the production of medicinal cannabis.

It all started when english producer Agor sent him a beat sampling “Le Beefteak” by Forever Pavot. XP recorded vocals over it and released the single “Sharpshooters”. This song caught the attention of Émile Sornin, who reached out on Instagram and proposed the idea of a rap album with vintage instruments. Some emails went back and forth and the Forever XP project started around April 2022.

“Working with Émile was like a dream come true. I'd always yearned to collaborate with someone who played real instruments, and with Émile, expanding my style was effortless. The music he sent me begged for more than just raps; it demanded harmonies and a chance to flex my full musical range. Usually, my beat tastes lean grimy, but Émile's instrumentals called for something different. So, I embraced the process, threw caution to the wind, and just went with what felt good.”

While the first eponymous track might scare the most sensitive listeners with its menacing instrumental and incisive lyrics, the LP evolves toward more laid-back tracks like Turkey Bag Diaries, an ode to the best strains of weed XP has ever smoked, or PCH Pacific Coast Highway, a short instrumental to play on a 70’s Cadillac stereo while cruising the sunny roads of the west coast. It eventually reaches the last song, Magnifying Glass, where XP opens up about the challenges he went through in the streets of LA over a beat-heavy instrumental with a horn section recorded at the BMM studio in Nancy.

credits

released February 2, 2024

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All music composed, produced and recorded by Émile Sornin aka Forever Pavot
All vocals recorded and performed by Joseph Acosta aka XP The Marxman
Horn section on "Magnifying Glass" recorded by Louis Treffel at BMM Land

Drums on "1 Way Ticket" by Cédric Laban
Drums on "Forever XP" and "The Turkey Bag Diaries" by Bastien Bonnefont
Flute on "The Turkey Bag Diaries" by Arnaud Sèche
Trombone on "Magnifying Glass" by Carl Lelonge
Saxophone on "Magnifying Glass" by Quentin Thomas
Trumpet on "Magnifying Glass" by Valentin Berteaux
Scratches on "Just Like That" by DJ D-Styles

Mixed by Louis Treffel at BMM Land
Mastered by Damien Bolo at Spectrum Studio

Artwork by Marie Baudet

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