Do you do mixing and mastering Brodi? I got a lot of fire to your instrumentals I’m trying to figure out the best route to start releasing.. I appreciate you dawg, you help inspire these therapy sessions 🙏🏻 🎶 ima either buy some or get the membership asap! No more time to waste, I look forward to working with you

Bro u dropped one beat the other day that was legit perfect, this one fire too, keep working. Been listening to your beats for years excited for more

I appreciate you always showing love for real. Blessings to you.

I always say the same thing. He makes music that is beyond an artists ability sometimes. I can hear orchestras playing some of the beats he's made.

Hope you're well family. Thanks for always showing love.

Same to you

And you're the first comment. Blessings to you.

Thanks for vibing.

Blessings

Figure out finally

You be havin em. Hope you're well bro.

@@epikthedawn_ not enough tho so few and far in between, and im okay i guess, IBS going crazy still hhhh, i hope you're well too 🙏

"See what happen was... I was like mah mah mahp.. and he was like shoooo.. he missed then I was like macket macket."

You know ball

@@epikthedawn_ I’ve been listening to your style since 2018, and I know that simple to you is masterpieces to us. You got beats from 2018 that’s still overall upper echelon than these other producers. But, I can truly say that you inspired the shit out of Vony. She is tough by studying you from then until now.

@@gianwilliams8596 I remember Vony. I just saw she'[s about to graduate college. So dope to see.

That’s gangsta. You Californians some intelligent mfs. 😂

What you talm bout?

@@epikthedawn_ wakes up a sleeping monster lol

My guy!

Hmm. I'll pray on that family.

Almost! 2nd

@Guru.Verses - "Lonely night, Just me and the booze, Feeling like déjà vu...." Minus the Denzel but still Reliving vivid images that you regrettably know too well Flashbacks running back quicker than the Flash got da present and da future look'n identical to your past Now you caught up. Hemmed up, Unable to hop off the same train of thought. Cause da treadmill conductor already pulled off laughing to himself bout da heist dat he done pulled off. He hijacked the track rerouted da root, got u in a circle no Destination, infinite loop. Rush’n wit no place to be honestly sound like one of da levels of Dante’s hell to me. Wit out a doubt da conductor got me Tom Cruise’n on da Edge of Tomorrow like I’m surf’n on Oprah’s coach. Consciousness dip’n in and out like Depression equipped wit a bread line. Search’n for food for thought in order to fine dine during these interesting times. The irony behind dem lines is like watch’n James Evans’ family struggle’n then call’n em Good Times. Not that Netflix step and fetch nonsense Rather dat Ernie Barnes Sugar Shack type tip. Social realism at its finest A modern day Picasso live’n up in da projects Amongst those who have no prospects of ever getting out. Creatively these folks all in a drought while this solder’s cup runith over Bump da Foldgers I’m lyrically good down to that last infinite drop. They betta stop mess’n around wit lyrical Great Scott and Do The Right Thing, but Spike Lee said da probability unlikely. That’s the reason why I’m let’n loose nightly. Steal on these ninjas and then walk away Scott Free not give'n a damn like Gable or Humphrey. Air out the Casablanca and then be gone Like the Wind Tell Audrey dat da Little Shop of Horrible sins finally met its end. Tell Seymour he could see more live at 6 on June 6th Dat demonic sh*t gotta go Ether da Legion of demons and let em all burn slow. While Lumett’s Network continues pump’n out blow from ‘84. Nut'n but a bunch of Curious Georges OhWell Another snake’s tail swallow’n itself is what da Ministry is so desperately try’n to sell That déjà vu moment got me know’n their moves oh too well They a bunch of tattletale snitches, you can tell the moment they heard da sounds from da dinner bell Salivate'n from da teeth, buncha Pavlov dogs Roman Caesar's streets. . Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears they've been try'n to rewrite God's laws for years So take the shots of vaccines or get shot wit magazines filled wit those hollow tips the moment you start to slip and trip. Revealing the truth that’s a quick way to find your head in a noose hang’n among the rest of da Strange Fruit. An unholy Holiday spent wit Billie Jean on da phone wit Nina Simone. 2 beauty queens from a movie scene filmed in da borough of Queens. I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the ONE? NEO in the matrix exposing the Faithless These agents Wanna Be Start’n Somethin talk’n bout somethin came from nothin, but we all know they front’n Suppress’n da truth to their own demise That’s why real eyes, realize, real lies. No compromise when found behind enemy lines. Wait’n on God to throw ya da keys to the enemy’s front door so you can be out on the Midnight Express before dawn in order to reunite wit da Lord. Angels all sing’n in one accord while hop’n out 50 deep from a Honda Accord all swinging swords....

​@@OpenDebate365 I see... But don’t be too simple to tell the difference. My verses, your muse-kinda funny, isn’t it? How my so-called 'loops' got you jumping through my hoops. Ironic, how the same thoughts I revisit Invaded your mind and captured your attention, Again, just as intended, guiding your pen... again, Motivating every sentence you've written. Another chapter in your storybook of fantasies. Another classic, between another fan and me. Call it, "Guru verses' Minion: in desperate need of his attention." So here it is, go grab your notepad and pen, and pay attention... Mr. Marvel Man, quoting me? And all your favorite movie scenes? Like you’ve been too busy lately, Living life through your TV screen? Now you’re trying to break through the computer? Who, to me? Don't you know? I’m the boogeyman, waiting for you to sleep. Here’s a secret, from me to you, (Don’t try to mimic me), shhh, The fourth wall's fake, Mr. Stan Lee. I’m not here, to be your hero... For real though, I guess it’s long past time For me to play the bad guy. So here we go... just know (I’m here for your soul.) I’ve conquered the spiritual, I’ve done mastered these rhymes, Don’t make me send my spirit at you, I'm- The spear tip speeding up. Penetrate through your ear, rearrange your amygdala, Extra sharp wit, leave you disfigured. Clean scars, in other words, There's a razor-thin line between my trigger. Don’t f*ck with me, fella, I’m built dfrnt. I’m not like these other guys, Who'll stretch the truth and tell you a lie. I effect time like butterflies. Sit back and watch it fly. Don't make me son you like a bastard and pacify you With this lullaby, As these thoughts spread through your mind. Go ahead, read 'em slow, How many times? Until they grow inside and metastasize. This just a practice lap, A loop around the track To pass the time... So captivating, aren’t I? I know, story of my life, Told a million times, which means... These must be the chapters of a mastermind? Which means, you better lay low And stay behind the line Because it's not safe in the wild for the mind of a child. Real recognize real lies, And fools ignore real truths. And I’m, slowly watching you realize, In real time, through Real eyes, That deep down inside you really idolize These rhymes because deep inside They make you feel alive and new For the first time in a long while. Pinocchio trying to feel Real life, Hoping for a reply, as I pull his strings, I feel like Geppetto, carving apart a new son who can't bleed. Truzz, you don’t want no problems with me, Tommy. Not sure whether to respect the attempt Or take offense? So f*ck it, I’ll do both, Just to cover both ends, Compliment and offend, Praise and condescend. Kudos kid, your bars went hard, But your style’s too minimal, Too simple, trying too hard to say something original... Now it’s time to learn a little lesson about flexing, Disrespecting, and who the hell you’re testing, Cuz there's levels to this. Look up, son, at the glass ceiling I’m standing on, Looking down at you from heaven, With a cure for your depression. Just know you’re in the master's presence, Never forget it. It’s best you address me correctly With homage and reverence. Cuz this shit is effortless, Ain't nothing to slap you quick like Will did Chris. You shot your shot, but there’s no vaccine or magazine clip That can stop my will or intent. I am too devoted to this. I am COVID spit, I’m the new pandemic. I am the start and the finish of the verse you attempted. Don’t get it twisted, I’ll unravel the verse you knitted, Then wrap you up in it like a plastic curtain And pack you in a hearse when I’m finished, And send it over a cliff. You challenge a villain, the "anti-hero", antagonist. I’m the dragon's kiss, got the hunter's senses, I’m the Eyes of Storm, I’m Scott Summer's vision. Laser precision, this is academic. I break it down like percentages, % This way too complex to pretend it isn't. You wanted dramatic effect? Well here it is, A cinematic revision, off your own thematic miss Off script, like Spike Lee's vision Witnessing the Knicks get knocked out of their own building. But maybe it’s time, to get off the couch, Tom? And stop watching the life you wish you were living? Maybe it’s time to go out more, Tom? And cancel that Netflix subscription? Who's the puppet master selling the lies? And who's the puppet who keeps purchasing the tickets? Don’t be afraid to test destiny, I’m on the Edge of Tomorrow with you, Tom, Come stand next to me. Over your head with it, stuck overlooking the premise, repeating Movie analogies, in every line mentioned, like you’re addicted Now you’re trapped in my bars like Shawshank prison, no redemption. Kinda crazy to me, how many movie scenes and TV shows you’ve seen? Relating to what you know? It seems You’re just another slave to the screen, The same train of thought, You’ve become too familiar with Was the Mission... Impossible to forget them, Huh, Tom? Now listen. As I make you scroll these thoughts like scripture Ironic, YOU, missing the bigger picture? Go figure, did the plot miss you? Is he Roger Ebert or Gene Siskel? I need to know... Does he write real life or artificial? I need to know... Are you supposed to be the stone, or the chisel? Can't tell if you're Picasso or using a stencil, nothing To turn you sacrificial. Let me know... Rewind the beat, just to reread the thoughts you leave. Now I’m confused? Not sure what to do? Give a critique? Think critical? Or leave a 2-star movie review? Got you mimicking the flow I feed you. What’s new? This a copycat league, it's true. This ain’t the open debate you wanna do. Cuz truzz - I’ll get on stage and out-will you, Chris And make you play the fool. But for the most part it seems we agree, Reality isn't what it seems. When you realize, that real life's, a real lie, You begin to see the truth align through real eyes, indeed. But tell me... Tom, Is life a movie or a dream? Gently down the stream... Are you a puppet or a poser? Or a verse quoter? Or was that a free thought from a poet to me? Huh? I need to know. And careful brody... When you quote me, Cuz ain't shit over here scot-free. This ship comes with a fee, I bridge these thoughts together Just to crash the pillars like... Scott Key. I drop bombs on you just to watch the twilight gleam, like... Scott Key, writing a freedom song for free. 24/7 I keep these bars locked Like Fort Knox, no Keys, Just me hocking loogie spit at your feet. But this not bout me... These thoughts are seeds, I've planted in YOU To haunt your dreams when you sleep. I know you've been in desperate need of something to believe in, To help you paint the future you seek. Who's Caught in Dante’s circles, you or me? It seems I got you, seeing hell in my repeat, Yet here you stand, in my inferno, Feeling the heat. A puppet whose strings snap when I speak, Is he a modern-day Picasso? Or a rerun scene? You tell me, Tom? Who’s caught up in who? Tell me... Who's hemmed up? Me or you? Tell me... I NEED TO KNO Trying to hold back the past that left you froze Until it all unfolds, and... Leaves you exposed. Quoting classics, but missing the essence they hold, Repeating the truths, I’ve already told. Well Bravo! Well done bro! Careful though, looking back through the looking glass, The past can be an illusion for the soul. And if you care about your future you need to know, To be careful when you summon me... Mr. Humphrey? or Mr. Gabe? or is it Mr.Dumpty? Break you down piece by piece, You’d be wise to bend the knee, and Extend your hand when the King speaks, Humpty. This ain't what u wanna do Cuz truzz me, You don’t want the rendezvous. Truzz, Ain't no good coming When I come for you... Same shit, new face, Talking to a stranger bout fate. Same script, different day, talking bout the many ways, Feels like we've been here before, this gotta be déjà vu. ^_

@@Guru.Verses pt1 (Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Cpt. Speaking. Sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, we will have to remain on the tarmac until airport police arrives and I was just informed their ETA is 60 mins out so we are asking everyone to stay in their seats until the unfasten seatbelt signs have been turned off, Thank you) Are you serious, Gotta be kidding me An hr on da tarmac cuz some chick from da back refusing to travel without her dog laying on her lap Stewardess clapped back Was like, “Mam I understand, but I assure you I’m not gonna say it again. You need to make way and properly store your dog away If you won’t comply you won’t fly Ill have to call DHS, TSA have you and that dog both hauled away. So the b*tch snapped Pun intended Then proceeded to crack and pop the stewardess Intoxication, much to do with it, Phones out, livestream, followers view’n it low key kinda happy shorty wild’n out had skin wit a whole lotta hue in it. Cuz they demonize, vilify, criminalize, any blk person when they’re caught do it. (Real talk, the stewardess did in fact had the taste slapped out her mouth. I mean tastebuds gone, nonexistent. Fineto. Everything now tastes like bland water to this chick. We witnessed the new Merideth, Merideth the Tasteless Stewardess. How was dinner? I don’t know, I can’t taste.) Pursuant to the facts, on the real, I now find myself basically on this tarmac wit about a hr to kill I aint checked in wit Epik in a minute. Let me see if da boy put out somethin dfrnt. Thumb through the tracks Oh snap, the cat who’s thread I posted on responded back. Yes sir, lets go! Read the response wit da beat on A clear indication dat da session on “I see... But don’t be too simple to tell the difference…” kinda funny, isn’t it? How my so-called 'loops' got you jumping through my hoops. Invaded your mind? storybook of fantasies? Another classic, between another fan and me? Slid off da headphones tapped the passenger next to me pointed at my phone directly I think this ninja try to play me (Hold up, wait a second let me get my glasses. I’m, I’m Greg by the way. Alright, let me see said the blindman, what do we got going on? Ok… hoops, fantasies, Call it, "Guru verses' Minion!? “Minion?” yeah, he definitely play’n you, in my opinion Right!? I know, Im say’n like, yo what the f*k May I ask what the hell you do to piss him off? ) Good question Both scrolled through the said mention thread again in order to see where the damage is cause miscommunication forever cause’n damages especially amongst those pros and amateurs (So, it sounds like he took offense here, where you were talk’n about yourself, but he thought you were speaking about him. I mean the guy is nice . he definitely went at your neck tonight some of the funniest things I’ve heard since being trapped on a flight but you can tell his temperament and comprehension skills Honestly, ain’t wrapped too well. So, what you gonna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my nickel-plated twenty-two) I can feel it, Gary’s Deep Cover ref connect’n to da cortex lyrical muscle from a vet start’n to flex in an attempt to correct cause a text without context is a pretext bound for prooftext. (Verses read without thought) to the surrounding verses is easily misconstrued Leaving optics Skewed. Truth battered and abused Non-believers adamantly refuse Rather choose a god that suits them, It fit better. Plus it goes well wit everything, every occasion, dress it up, dress it down. Parade it around town Sound like Homie a clown When Damon aint around Cause K-Dot’s triple entendre already broke down the definition of a FAN And if the self-proclaimed magician’s gameplan was to call me a Freak, honestly I’m question’n more than the brother’s technique. Whoodini, you silly rabbit, tricks are for kids plus freaks only come out at night Which is contrary to the contrite notion you alluded to that the Kamikaze dude ain’t nuthin but a home body, wit nuttin to do. A recluse watch’n nuthin but some movies Siskel and Ebert, who me? Unlikely More like Tryone & Speed, nightly "Sneak’n into da Movies" that’s a Hollywood Shuffle, no Isley Just Another movie narrative, to spite your arrogance reciprocal ass whip’ns are bound by savages, no matter what time it is, what goes up must be brought down by the law of averages. But let’s put a pin that a bookmarker if you will so we’ll know exact where we at When we straight double back from a sidebar, where a new thread of thought unravels witnessed by you and everybody else, viewing this channel I’m talk’n bout honest intentions A Kendric, wit a lyrical kindred soul stumble’n upon another lyrist artisan who too, can become a lyrical arsonist only need’n a moment in time within any given place, fancy way of say’n all we need is opportune space. One can tell they have the same foundation from which their compositions are composed Written down on underground parchment scrolls knitted from da blues, jazz, and JB’s soul Where Pass’n picture perfect peas was passed out wit ease in order to feed the need to lyrically breathe. So, this Summa cum laude from the Leaders of the New School, Who too Is a tribesman from a Tribe Called Quest who stay on an Acute Quest More than the likes of an adventurous Tom Swift; Gracefully, read through the boy’s lyrics Da boy can go, you can seriously hear it Finally a craftman who bout his craft Yeah, Da boy nice Food for Thought, lyrical chyper, I’m hop’n in you ain’t gotta ask me twice No better way to get lyrically fed then lyrically break’n bread wit other lyrical fellow men. So Great Scott used the beat as his canvas His mind, da complex apparatus Writing down messages received from those Digable Planets But, much like Paul on the road to Damascus I was blinded by an adverse reaction The boy think’n dat Lyrical Great Scott like Curry taken shots Eric Jamal Lyrical alcohol, yeah, I love these bars Bartender make it a double remember to twist the plot Cuz homie over try’n to make me out to be an OPP I get it, everybody an enemy till they not. Completely air out da stumbling blocks Then separate friends from foes after their bodies drop. Doin that 24/7 round da Clock, Work Orange Does noth’n but bring horror and carnage. TRUE words spoken by Alex after dat final quarrel. King Kong ain’t gpt sh*t on Zo till Zo faced his peril Which was delivered in the form of multiple barrels That’s Karma at it’s finest, for all pseudo royal highness Persecutory delusions got the boy confused kid Respectfully the paranoia on you good sir is enormous. Angel on da shoulder tell’n me to ignore him Devil on da shoulder yell’n Boo-my-ye da dude and treat em like he Forman. Do it for the Mills Cuz blessed are the Meek Who Border Between Dreams and Nightmares even when they not asleep I don’t care what some say this lyrical Sensi ain’t blame’n you all the way for da sentiments you arbitrarily conveyed Cause when I start paint’n vivid images folks get to believe’n that they live’n in em That’s what happens when you lyrical ILL One speaks in some illeism So, when HE speaks in 3rd person in the verse sensitive folks internalize feelings start to get hurt One thing’s for certain i’m not say’n that’s you,….., I mean… unless you try’na to say dat sh*t true?

@@Guru.Verses - Had to post pt1 of the response in a separate thread, wit your name on it.

@@Guru.Verses pt1 (Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Cpt. Speaking. Sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, we will have to remain on the tarmac until airport police arrives and I was just informed their ETA is 60 mins out so we are asking everyone to please stay in their seats until the unfasten seatbelt signs have been turned off, Thank you) An hr on da tarmac cuz some chick refuse’n to travel without her dog Crimson on her lap cause the barking dog was visibly agitated as shorty tried to get the dog to relax Stewardess clapped back talk’n bout, “Mam I understand, but I’ve already told you your dog needs to be put away. If you won’t comply you won’t fly. I had enough. I got DHS, plus TSA on the way to haul you and that barking dog both away. So the b*tch snapped Pun intended Then proceeded the crack'n and the pop'n of the stewardess Intoxication, much to do with it, Phones out, livestream, followers view’n it Low key kinda happy shorty wild’n out had skin wit a whole lotta hue in it. Cuz they demonize, vilify, criminalize, any blk person when they’re da ones caught doin it. (Real talk, the stewardess did in fact had the taste slapped out her mouth. I mean tastebuds gone, nonexistent. Fineto. Everything now tastes like bland water to this chick. We witnessed the new Merideth, Merideth the Tasteless Stewardess. How was dinner? I don’t know, I can’t taste.) Pursuant to the facts, on the real, I now find myself basically on a tarmac wit about a hr to kill I aint checked in wit Epik in a minute. Let me see if da boy put out somethin dfrnt. Thumb through the tracks Oh snap, the cat who’s thread I posted on responded back. Yes sir, lets go! Read the response wit da beat on A clear indication dat da session on “I see... But don’t be too simple to tell the difference…” kinda funny, isn’t it? How my so-called 'loops' got you jumping through my hoops. Invaded your mind? storybook of fantasies? Another classic, between another fan and me? Slid off da headphones tapped the passenger next to me Asked, “This outta pocket ninja really try'n test me? (Hold up, wait a second let me get my glasses. I’m, I’m Greg by the way...Alright, let me see said the blindman, what do we got going on? Ok… hoops, fantasies, Call it, "Guru verses' Minion!? “Minion?” Yeah, he test'n in my opinion Right!? I know, Im say’n like, yo what the f*k May I ask what the hell you do, to piss him off? ) Good question Both scrolled through the said mention thread again in order locate where the damage is cause miscommunication forever cause’n damages especially amongst the pros and amateurs. (So, it sounds like he took offense here, where you were talk’n about yourself, but he thought you were speaking about him. I mean the guy is nice. He definitely went at your neck wit some of the funniest things I’ve heard since being trapped on this flight tonight but you can tell his temperament and comprehension skills; Honestly, ain’t wrapped too well. So, what you gonna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my nickel-plated twenty-two) I can feel it, Gary’s Deep Cover ref connect’n to da cortex lyrical muscle from a vet start’n to flex in an attempt to correct cause a text without context is a pretext bound for prooftext. (Verses read without thought) to the surrounding verses is easily misconstrued Leaving optics Skewed. Truth battered and abused Non-believers adamantly refuse. Rather choose a god that suits them, It fit better. Plus it goes well wit everything, every occasion, dress it up, dress it down. Parade it around town Sound like Homie a clown When Damon aint around Cause K-Dot’s triple entendre already broke down the definition of a FAN And if the self-proclaimed magician’s gameplan was to call me a Freak, honestly I’m question’n more than the brother’s technique. Whoodini, you silly rabbit, tricks are for kids plus freaks only come out at night Which is contrary to the contrite notion you alluded to that the Kamikaze dude ain’t nuthin but a home body, wit nuttin to do. A recluse watch’n nuthin but some movies. Siskel and Ebert, who me? Unlikely More like Tryone & Speed, nightly "Sneak’n into da Movies" that’s a Hollywood Shuffle, no Isley. Just Another movie narrative, to spite your arrogance reciprocal ass whip’ns are bound by savages, no matter what time it is, what goes up must be brought down by the law of averages. But let’s put a pin that a bookmarker if you will so we’ll know exact where we at When we straight double back from a sidebar, where a new thread of thought unravels witnessed by you and everybody else, viewing this channel. I’m talk’n bout honest intentions A Kendric, wit a lyrical kindred soul stumble’n upon another lyrist artisan who too, can become a lyrical arsonist only need’n a moment in time within any given place, fancy way of say’n all we need is opportune space. One can tell they have the same foundation from which their compositions are composed Written down on underground parchment scrolls knitted from da blues, jazz, and JB’s soul Where Pass’n picture perfect peas was passed out wit ease in order to feed the need to lyrically breathe. So, this Summa cum laude from the Leaders of the New School, Who too Is a tribesman from a Tribe Called Quest who stay on an Acute Quest More than the likes of an adventurous Tom Swift; Gracefully, read through the boy’s lyrics Da boy can go, you can seriously hear it Finally a craftman who bout his craft Yeah, Da boy nice Food for Thought, lyrical chyper, I’m hop’n in you ain’t gotta ask me twice No better way to get lyrically fed then lyrically break’n bread wit other lyrical fellow men. So Great Scott used the beat as his canvas His mind, da complex apparatus Writing down messages received from those Digable Planets But, much like Paul on the road to Damascus I was blinded by an adverse reaction The boy think’n dat Lyrical Great Scott like Curry taken shots Eric Jamal Lyrical alcohol, yeah, I love these bars Bartender make it a double remember to twist the plot Cuz homie over here try’n to make me out to be an OPP I get it, everybody an enemy till they not. Completely air out all da stumbling blocks Then separate friends from foes after spiritless bodies drop. Doin that 24/7 round da Clock, Work Orange Does noth’n but bring carnage. TRUE words spoken by Alex after dat final quarrel. King Kong ain’t gpt sh*t on Zo till Zo faced his peril Which was delivered in the form of multiple barrels That’s Karma at it’s finest, for all pseudo royal highness Persecutory delusions got the boy confused kid Respectfully, the paranoia on you good sir is enormous. Angel on da shoulder tell’n me to ignore him Devil on da shoulder yell’n Boo-my-ye da dude and treat em like he Forman. Do it for the Mills Cuz blessed are the Meek Who Border Between Dreams and Nightmares, even when they not asleep. I don’t care what some say this lyrical Sensi ain’t blame’n you all the way for da sentiments you arbitrarily conveyed Cause when I start paint’n vivid images folks get to believe’n that they live’n in em That’s what happens when you lyrical ILL One speaks in some illeism So, when HE speaks in 3rd person in the verse sensitive folks internalize feelings start to get hurt One thing’s for certain i’m not say’n that’s you,….., I mean… unless you try’na to say dat sh*t true?.....

Also this fucking knocks !

Appreciate you fam.