olaboga30's video: Shahmen - Mark EMR3YGUL Remix BASS BOOSTED 2010

Album: Enter the Circle Written By Brandon Lee Stratton Composed by Daniël Tiuri Wils Release Date April 30, 2010 Shahmen is a duo made of producer SENSE, from Amsterdam, and rapper B L S aka Bless, from Los Angeles. The Shahmen sound is a dance between moments of pure tonal bliss and dark, hard, banging beats with original narratives. While traveling through the city of Amsterdam in the winter of 2006, B L S fatefully met SENSE. Like two old friends who had yet to meet, they recorded a song in an afternoon at SENSE’s houseboat studio, went out for the night in the city, slapped hands and parted ways. In the summer of 2007, B L S returned to the city of Amsterdam with one mission: make an album with SENSE. The two began working on their second song together. B L S casually mentioned to SENSE producing an entire project together, but SENSE was reluctant, saying he was already involved with too many projects to make any promises. As fate would have it that afternoon when B L S left the studio, he left behind his rhyme book. That night SENSE opened up the book and began reading the rhymes B L S had been writing that last year. SENSE had found the words to match his sound, and called B L S back that very night to record and SHAHMEN was born. Skin the color of bark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark But life is just that bright That when the sunset shines I seen the graff he writes I'm back tonight, with a sack to light In honor of the past I write I'm wide open, with no glass of wine Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time While you measure how the pleasure declines I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty Creepin' on a come up Hard work, and the crux that it made in us I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up I'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up One crow, one eagle on my shoulders And my eyes hold the light that approaches