Aquil ’40º North’ (Prod. by Astronote)

40º North (Prod. by Astronote)

From: Land of Synth

 By: Aquil

LAND OF SYNTH
LAND OF SYNTH

“Land of Synth” plays on several themes of synthetic sounds, to the synthetic roles played by artist in the “music industry to every day life. Influences run the gamut Sun Ra, Wutang to Nas, Tupac, The Roots, Mos Def, Common, A Tribe Called Quest, Pharaoh Monch, and Outkast to name a few. “Land of Synth” reveals heavy themes of political corruption, illegal wars, to lighter topics of appreciating life and the use of imagination. From the very first verse Aquil takes you on a journey of the mind and heart of major over arching themes of life, imagination and perception. The ability to take the esoteric, and imaginative elements then making them blend to melodies is Aquil’s strongest talent. The diversity of topics, flows, and overall refreshing production ranging from electronic influence to acid jazz and 90s hip hop will be sure to keep your ears interested. It is a journey inside ones self via introversion to those places few dare to look and even more refuse to contemplate. Land of Synth tackles heavy issues with a tenacity yet overall light heartiness and positive outlook on the other side.

Featuring production from several producers, Knxwledge, Astronote, Arcka, O Da Beatgoon, The Jazzment, Abjo and others the diversity in sound does not take away form the cohesiveness of the album. This 46 minute album flows easily between songs, and skits of social commentary, or comedic outburst.

Land of Synth is the debut Release of Philadelphia, PA 2012 Coldest MC Aquil. While this album harps on the lack of imagination used by several artist, it clearly displays that creativity the commentary craves and imagination said to be lacking from song titles, to concepts and content. Land of Synth is certainly an album where imagination does exist!

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LYRICS

Hip hop
Philly
feel me
world

In this bubble of politics circle jerks and the crookedness I’m jettison from the grip that envelop men developing thick skin/ The fear of God up in they eyes from every line should be a sermon how I convert them to counterclockwise/
letting out sighs act as if its dyslectic try not to catch the message he conscious political preachy/ ya average nigga talk of gun drugs and hoes is beneath me/ I’m not afraid to reach the greatness innate still I embrace the labels/ breaking through your myopic view microscopic to a giant prone to go on a tirade the beast that fear made/ even corporations couldn’t slow his pace a mix of love and rage engage them with a guile they tactics are futile/ I’m crafting my spaceship escaping jealously and hatred grilling faces on to bigger and better places/ highly mistaken thinking they petty cliques can stop intentions pragmatic with imagination and a Eagle vision

Chorus

Gotta get up gotta get out and do something my city’s a bubble where they hand cuff him ugh
against all odds rejection and doubt in a bout against crabs who try to block ya man trajectory mad still gon blow
One of the illest that’s around believe me I’ll continue to put it down
people know
One of the illest that’s around believe me I’ll continue to put it down
ugh

Verse 2

In a place full of clutter with clarity some play the parody where the name and meaning meet a great disparity/ Philly sincerely bred the edge ever present behead the dead fed off the dysfunction drug and alcohol consumption I do nothing but inhale the staleness of my domicile/ profiling cops with stop and frisk seeking my exodus twist its nothing like it insisted upon staying inviting hostility is silly I see/ scared children with silent screams behind ya mug mean trust my inner conscious to accomplish what the ridged couldn’t adjust/ freeing the gridlock waters with mercury and hemlock phrases is de-tox jotting them hymns free em heavenly with a grin/ surveyor of subtleties comprehend/ working with opposition my piston fueled by blind omission/ guess I’m driving by doubt taking real estate why ask permission throwing the middle finger to tradition

Chorus

Gotta get up gotta get out and do something my city’s a bubble where they hand cuff him ugh
against all odds rejection and doubt in a bout against crabs who try to block ya man trajectory mad still gon blow
One of the illest that’s around believe me I’ll continue to put it down
people know
One of the illest that’s around believe me I’ll continue to put it down

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