AsimOff

How in a city of tens of millions of mother fuckers do I keep finding you guys? Who, you ask? In a city where Donald Trump would have trouble putting a dollar bill in each man's hand, I keep finding kindred spirits, those men of the same cloth! And by cloth I mostly mean T-shirts from Instagram famous marijuana brands. Thanks bros! Can't wear those shirts around any one I know or love, but GLO! 

I digress like I digest. Disgustingly. 

Toss my salad and melt my pot, brojangles, but how the fuck can the circles be this concentric? AsimOff, is part quality emcee, as evidenced by this here Soundclouder, part rap dad, part co-proprietor of the cutty studio/afterhours, Shambhala, and ALL FUCKING PIRATE! 

That last part seals the fucking deal, yo! 

I keep meeting people like AsimOff and I keeping basically yelling at them to make more fucking music! There may or may not be a video in the pipeline! "Loss for Words" produced by Blue Buttons is evidence that my man AsimOff could come with that…that jazz! Those insights! I can't deny when an emcee speaks to me and that "world don't value scholars" line, when married that to how he wraps the track up with, "Used to wanna be Pac, possibly even BIGG, but for now I'm late as fuck! Time to go feed my kids." 

THAT'S! MY! DOG! THO!

Shambhala Studio is fast becoming a headquarters of sorts: a conference table with a perimeter of killers. Not in the literal sense, you stupid bastard. But in the murk everything you love over this bar steez. Putting households up to be dealt in. As Shambhala gains traction, loses the loose stuff from the tires, moves up that track to some soaring summit to supplant the subservient serfdom where we surf at most Saturdays, AsimOff has positioned himself perfectly. 

Expect to hear more from the god, and others associated with the centermost circle of the 17th level of Shambhala. L. Scatterbrain's chops echo off the walls. Black Orchid has a song I haven't written up but have definitely bumped the fuck out of. To all you grimy bastards, thanks for letting me upstairs. It's nice to know hip hop isn't only alive, but being productive as fuck in the ciudad. To everybody else, RSVP, bitches!