Electro Grime

Here you go. A new mixtape for the summer packed with tracks from grime's new movement into electro. These are the songs that are breaking grime artists into the UK top ten right now. Who knew it would take old electro to break grime? Anyways, I've got all the hits on here, plus a few lesser known tracks, enjoy.

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01 - Wiley - Wearing My Rolex (prod. by bless beats)
02 - Dizzee Rascal ft. Calvin Harris, Chrome - Dance Wiv Me
03 - JME - Sun, Sea, and Sand (prod. by grime reaper)
04 - Skepta ft. Wiley - Rolex Sweep (prod. by skepta)
05 - Wiley ft. Blaze, Triggz - If You're Going Out I'm Going Out Too
06 - Lethal Bizzle - Keys To The Bently (prod. by dexplicit)
07 - Tinchy Stryder - Stryderman (prod. by fraser t. smith and kano)
08 - Wiley - It's All Right (prod. by bless beats)
09 - JME - Ghetto Superstar (prod. by plastician)
10 - Tinchy Stryder - Dance 4 Now (prod. by dirty danger and rapid)
11 - Wiley - Summer Time (prod. by daft punk)
12 - JME - Famous (prod. by jme)
13 - Double S ft. Vertex, Shocka - My Mind (prod. by blue bear)
14 - Dizzee Rascal - World Outside (prod. by dizzee rascal)

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DXM

NAME : d-Form hydrobromide of Racemethorphan
CHEMICAL NAME : dextromethorphan hydrobromide
ALTERNATE CHEMICAL NAMES : demorphan hydrobromide, Ro-1-5470/5, Benylin DM
ALTERNATE CHEMICAL NAMES : Canjodion, Cosylan, Hihustan M.
CHEMICAL FORMULA : C18H25NO
MOLECULAR WEIGHT : 271.40 (Racemethorphan)
MELTING POINT : 122-124°


Cough-suppressing agent found in many over-the-counter cough and cold remedies; Dissociative at higher doses.


Threshold : unknown
Light : 100 - 200 mg
Common : 200 - 400 mg
Strong : 300 - 600 mg
Heavy : 600 - 1500 mg
Risk of Death : 2,500 - 20,000 mg


POSITIVE
mood lift, euphoria
giggling, laughing
dissociation of mind from body (positive when sought)
creative dreamlike experiences
Enhanced and pleasurable tactile sensations
some users report empathic feelings, forgiveness, warm feelings towards others

NEUTRAL
pupil dilation
visual and aural hallucinations
decreased sexual functioning (difficulty achieving orgasm)
confusion, disorientation
skin sensitivity, alters tactile (touch) and skin sensations
robotic, zombie-like walking, "robo-walk"
discoordination, reduced agility
Loss of appetite
Involuntary flexing of muscles
Feelings of merging with adjacent objects like a couch or bed (with higher doses)

NEGATIVE
upset stomach, vomiting
dizzyness
body itching
rash, red blotchy skin
diarrhea
fever
tachycardia (racing, pounding heart)
some users report feeling disconnected, isolated from others
some users report hangover/depression on the following 1-2 days.

.PromiseD LanD.

Tonight was just drunk. I haven't been drunk in at least a week, and when I was it was with Ileana in New York. I haven't seen her in a while and it was weird when I did. The last night I saw her we went to see Gonzo at the Angelika in the village. We drank Jack Daniels in our seats and fell asleep before the film ended, and so soundly we did, that it was a perfect transition from sleep to the usher waking us up and leaving, it was seamless. I woke up feeling like HST incarnate for a moment until we stepped into the Bowery Electric where CBGB used to stand. This short period though was calming as hell. Then the B.E. killed it. That whole week was nice though; wouldn't think it would be, but it was. The first few moments; odd. The last few moments; odd. But the in between was just as it always was; bliss. The post moments wre something new however, no need to speak on it; prefer not to.
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I mean I'd prefer to get away. You know. I Just want to get the fuck out. Just out of here, y'know. I mean FUCK NJ, it's you know... the wackness... as one would say fifteen years ago, while smoking a joint, downing valium, and slugging a whiskey on the rocks in an NYC bar whilst hitting on an eighteen yr. old girl... y'know, like those old times... I miss her, those times, those ways of being. y'know,,, free. but it's all BS, just a little of drunkeness, with a dash of idealism. The times we had were fun but I was done growing up, and she was just getting started. Now my dormancy has ended and I'm ready for 3.0, whatever that may be(jk.i.kw.u.wl.fd.ot.sn.mr.en.az)
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These new Nikes slip across the doorway I try to hold up on. It's all a realistic sham, you try the bullshit ones we try to conceive, but you always just want to be deceived, i love a blonde fireball thAT WILL never love me back, like a highschool nerd loves the head cheerleader. Silence fAlls upon this valley though at the mo... I shall return, my glue will be a magnet....

Thoughts From the Shore

There's so many things I've wanted to say. Just in the past twenty minutes. But they've ran through my head so fast like so many distilled thoughts come and gone. There's so many things I've wanted to say over the past two years but I didn't even know what they were. Asleep. Asleep, perhaps. Perhaps washed away into some egotistical bliss of not knowing. Not knowing what the fuck was coming or going. Going or gone. It feels like I'm finally waking up again. Being reborn into solidarity. I'm waking up to the thirst that I once had, I once relished. For these recent years have been full up on a blissful satiating liquid that one should at least once know, but never live on for a sustained period of time. I actually want to live again. To fuck again. To drink again. To achieve again. To change things again. To steal again. To be again. I'm one month in, and the point is serving it's purpose again.

I had much more I wanted to say, and I've said none of it. Well, maybe just one point. I'm trying to remember the finer points of what spurred this diatribe, but I've forgotten them. Hine may be the reason, as in Hine, the fine Cognac I'm currently drinking, which is making me type using the motions of conducting a symphony whilst listening to my Ipod at full blast, and consequently receiving a decent headache. But hey, at least it's a little bit fun. Fun is something nice to drag out of this whole sabbatical I've dedicated myself to for the current time. I felt like I needed to get away from it all for awhile, and I did. After a month of it, I now feel that the tide waters of my mind are starting to flow back and I can see the difference. And it's not bad. Not bad for now, maybe not bad forever. No, but really, not bad for now. Beacause I will leave, I will return.

I can see the trappings. The trappings are everywhere, they're everywhere you go, and sometimes they'll follow you as well. Even though you thought you left them a continent away. Beyond those, there's the new ones, waiting for you as though you'd never left, just waiting for your return, expecting you not to leave agaain, although you always will. You will. It's in you, in your character, it's just who the fuck you are. You can't change the core of who you are, not at twenty-six, going on twenty-seven. Sure you can change ideas and little things about yourself; but the base of what makes you up, it's just too fucking late, try that shit when you're ten, no later.

Seems like a nice interlude here. Going back soon. Over this. Out of this. I do miss those simpler times, when I was just wasting time with a variable. But what splendid time it was to waste.