it is a freestyle album with all beats produced mixed and mastered by me
Thursday, November 8, 2018
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Name Change
Hello all, As you may know the name 8ty spun from the year I was born 1989 and my name Ade (one of my friends used to call me aidee). Due to a need for uniqueness and ease to find me on any digital platform I have decided to use the original full name 8ty9.
Cheers
Cheers
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Sonic Poetry (Beat tape)
This tape is poetry
Stream also on Spotify here
Download full tape below
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Also Available on Youtube below\
IF you are an artist and need any of these beats you can contact me on twitter @kunsky89 or instagram @8ty9
For me
This tape is made
For you
Who has to drive to work and
needs soulful soundtracks to take you back
needs soulful soundtracks to take you back
To when all that matters
Was what mum packed in your backpack
This tape is from deep within a soul
This tape is for us
This is SONIC POETRY THE BEAT TAPE)
Stream also on Spotify here
Download full tape below
CLICK HERE FOR DOWNLOAD
Also Available on Youtube below\
IF you are an artist and need any of these beats you can contact me on twitter @kunsky89 or instagram @8ty9
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
I wrote this for you
I wrote this for you
Why quote me if its true
Try boats with no seas to sail through
Nerves ache as they both grew
Its been a while,
but a few times
Hey I see oceans,
The motions of moving shadows,
In the dark
Sparks, one episode
The trees they rode through
as more oceans begin to unfold
Its been a while but a few,
Times I wrote this for you
Yours truly
Why quote me if its true
Try boats with no seas to sail through
Nerves ache as they both grew
Its been a while,
but a few times
Hey I see oceans,
The motions of moving shadows,
In the dark
Sparks, one episode
The trees they rode through
as more oceans begin to unfold
Its been a while but a few,
Times I wrote this for you
Yours truly
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
The Lay off Tape (Beat tape)
The Lay off Tape as the name implies is basically a music project that spun from my layoff. Over the past 16 month here is my first Musical effort.
DOWNLOAD: The Layoff Beat tape Here
DOWNLOAD: The Layoff Beat tape Here
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Whats New
2015 started off with a lay off at work, majorly got me down
June of 2015 was the beginning of my beat journey, when I sampled soul music and put drums on it, it sounded fresh to me. This beat appears as the first beat on my upcoming Beat tape titled The Lay off Tape (TLOT).
My first Music project.
June of 2015 was the beginning of my beat journey, when I sampled soul music and put drums on it, it sounded fresh to me. This beat appears as the first beat on my upcoming Beat tape titled The Lay off Tape (TLOT).
My first Music project.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
4am 20 2014
They got away,
Memories spent making more memories
All she has now are pictures
Of when they were lighter than paper
No Prejudice on rainbow
They all got away
Don’t go voices in my head lament
Apparently we have a bit of time in this bomb
Apparently we have a bit of time in this bomb
Innocently got corrupted by boxes,
Hearts got heavier than the size of their paper dreams
4am all faded
Remember when we got lost then found moving objects at the
top of the hill?
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Home
Used to be where we played ball with my brothers,
Mum said food was ready,Dad was steady,
Clothes quite petty,Mum was heavy
She was identical to Big bro
we bonded before she was zero
Time has changed now,
Time is the difference now
Bros entrepreneurs,
Am still learning while life teaches,
We are not taking the final exams though.
Are we?
Mum said food was ready,Dad was steady,
Clothes quite petty,Mum was heavy
She was identical to Big bro
we bonded before she was zero
Time has changed now,
Time is the difference now
Bros entrepreneurs,
Am still learning while life teaches,
We are not taking the final exams though.
Are we?
Sunday, January 26, 2014
What Did You Do?
You had everything
Maybe not Jewels or flashy things
You were two-legged with shoes
What did you do?
You knew everything
Maybe not about the great beyond,
You where two-eyed with glasses
How did it all turn out?
Did you live for love?
Did you live for the sake of “oh I am here gotta live or
leave”
Did you see the box
Did you see past your horizon
Did you tell them how much they meant to you
Did you walk with those shoes
Or take it off and see where it hurts,
Did you gash one eye out
Just to be the king of the blind,
What did you do?
Monday, December 10, 2012
No Words
Silent I am but I have too much to say ,
I send across words to you but they are too much for your brain to process
And so it comes across as silence,
I want to tell you how I feel but I have no means to do that because any time I do ?
U still think I am silent,
I am silently killing myself
silently loving you don't even see my eyes to read the meanings to my words
And am still silent.
I spoke a whole lot but I guess I was just silent,
Look at me, shake me, pierce my heart, let me be,
Tell me you love me but I am still
Silent-ly
Saying I do too...
I see you silently listening and telling me a thousand words but I can't hear you because you are
Silent
Mind of a dead speaks
but we think the spirits are silenced
I was silently jumping across the bridge
Silently hanging my self
Silently slitting my wrist
Silently silent till you think I am silenced
I still speak even when am gone but you can't hear me ...
No you are not deaf I am silent...
Memories in my brain reflect in my skin so you can tell what I have been through
Even when I am silent.
8ighty
Date written: March 9th 2012
I send across words to you but they are too much for your brain to process
And so it comes across as silence,
I want to tell you how I feel but I have no means to do that because any time I do ?
U still think I am silent,
I am silently killing myself
silently loving you don't even see my eyes to read the meanings to my words
And am still silent.
I spoke a whole lot but I guess I was just silent,
Look at me, shake me, pierce my heart, let me be,
Tell me you love me but I am still
Silent-ly
Saying I do too...
I see you silently listening and telling me a thousand words but I can't hear you because you are
Silent
Mind of a dead speaks
but we think the spirits are silenced
I was silently jumping across the bridge
Silently hanging my self
Silently slitting my wrist
Silently silent till you think I am silenced
I still speak even when am gone but you can't hear me ...
No you are not deaf I am silent...
Memories in my brain reflect in my skin so you can tell what I have been through
Even when I am silent.
8ighty
Date written: March 9th 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Intro
This is Adeniran Oluokun ..I had thoughts in my head since i was little most of em got written down some faded ..These ones did not ..More to come
what is the essence?
What’s the essence if someday its all gone,
Carrying along your efforts to succeed,
What’s the essence of success,
If the road to it could be longer than the end,
What’s the essence of the end,
If the idea of the beginning is different from that of your neighbor’s,
Tell me what the essence is,
If what is on this page makes no meaning to you,
If all that matters is nothing,
What is the essence?
Carrying along your efforts to succeed,
What’s the essence of success,
If the road to it could be longer than the end,
What’s the essence of the end,
If the idea of the beginning is different from that of your neighbor’s,
Tell me what the essence is,
If what is on this page makes no meaning to you,
If all that matters is nothing,
What is the essence?
8IGHTY
Date written: April 15 2011
The subway
Me in the subway examining faces.
some smile, some blank,
all lost in their own, everyone with their own stories,
some still hope for the better, some hope for nothing more,
some young.some old,
some in love, some heartbroken..
Still sitting in front of the train as they move past me,
i realize that life is like a subway, and we are all in a train of time..
Taking us to our destiny as destination,
I see time flash past me,
As man wonders in its quest for truth...
Questions like why where who what whose world is this...?
Its yours its mine..
let’s move in this train of time and make meaning to life....
Still sitting in front of the moving train wondering what next,
as i walk into the moving train,
I realize no turning back..
I wave goodbye to my present,
as the train moves past me..
8IGHTY
Date written: March 10 2011
CONSTANT TIME
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
8IGHTY
Date written: August 27 2010
the image
Sometimes I stare at my image on the mirror,
Wondering if I would still meet the same person I saw,
But here I stand looking at this figure a half encouraged and half discouraged man,
I see a face caressed by fate and slapped by destiny,
‘I am still myself’ I always say,
Believe me I always think i still am,
Forgetting the fact that the seeds turn into the trees you see in the farm,
Why don’t you do the same?
I mean stare at the image in the mirror for a second,
Think about the bed of roses and thorns of bushes you stepped on,
Do you still see the same face you saw yesterday?
Or do you see a complete stranger,
I guess your answer depends not only on who you are,
Or the image full of invisible scars,
Or it being a shining star,
Lets not go too far,
The answer lies there deep in that lonely valley ….
Your heart…………….
Wondering if I would still meet the same person I saw,
But here I stand looking at this figure a half encouraged and half discouraged man,
I see a face caressed by fate and slapped by destiny,
‘I am still myself’ I always say,
Believe me I always think i still am,
Forgetting the fact that the seeds turn into the trees you see in the farm,
Why don’t you do the same?
I mean stare at the image in the mirror for a second,
Think about the bed of roses and thorns of bushes you stepped on,
Do you still see the same face you saw yesterday?
Or do you see a complete stranger,
I guess your answer depends not only on who you are,
Or the image full of invisible scars,
Or it being a shining star,
Lets not go too far,
The answer lies there deep in that lonely valley ….
Your heart…………….
8IGHTY
Date written: Jan 23 2010
poetry to me
Poetry is written by the heart not by a pen
Poetry is read by the heart not by the eyes
Poetry paints words and makes them not just mere letters,
Poetry is a way of life, it most times gives u a chance to think deep,
Poetry to me is my only true friend, on his feet I lay all my wishes, thoughts and predicaments,
Poetry is the real language of the soul and it gave birth to all forms of music we hear today
That’s poetry to me
Poetry is read by the heart not by the eyes
Poetry paints words and makes them not just mere letters,
Poetry is a way of life, it most times gives u a chance to think deep,
Poetry to me is my only true friend, on his feet I lay all my wishes, thoughts and predicaments,
Poetry is the real language of the soul and it gave birth to all forms of music we hear today
That’s poetry to me
8IGHTY
Date written: December 2009
save me
The oceans and the sea breeze,
Please give me a fresh breathe,
Save me from myself cos I can’t feel what used to be,
A pain that is within my heart has become a way of life,
Everything seems not to be in its right place,
Even the sun that used to smile at me has been in tears,
The last words I couldn’t recall but I still see her face the smile and the trust between us,
The ocean wake and the sea tide,
Please drown me deep inside,
To a faraway place maybe outta space,
We used to be like the summer time everything fresh and green,
We had been through an earth quake before but this seems more like a heart ache…
Every single night I stay awake asking myself questions like
Am I dreaming?
My lips still missed her kisses my eyes still longed for her smile,
Her beauty was a thing that I got used to,
But now the bridge has been lost between us
Things we shared stuck to my brain and played back on and on,
Reminding me of how we had it all till this fall,
Now this cold winter is when am left without you,
This cold is both in my heart and on the streets,
My heart beats so slow because of the space you left within it,
I still see your eyes when I close mine,
Sometimes I think of myself as a desert and you as the water,
I thirst for your love like it’s the only way for me to survive,
I don’t want you back but I want you here every minute,
The difference lies in your eyes
Please give me a fresh breathe,
Save me from myself cos I can’t feel what used to be,
A pain that is within my heart has become a way of life,
Everything seems not to be in its right place,
Even the sun that used to smile at me has been in tears,
The last words I couldn’t recall but I still see her face the smile and the trust between us,
The ocean wake and the sea tide,
Please drown me deep inside,
To a faraway place maybe outta space,
We used to be like the summer time everything fresh and green,
We had been through an earth quake before but this seems more like a heart ache…
Every single night I stay awake asking myself questions like
Am I dreaming?
My lips still missed her kisses my eyes still longed for her smile,
Her beauty was a thing that I got used to,
But now the bridge has been lost between us
Things we shared stuck to my brain and played back on and on,
Reminding me of how we had it all till this fall,
Now this cold winter is when am left without you,
This cold is both in my heart and on the streets,
My heart beats so slow because of the space you left within it,
I still see your eyes when I close mine,
Sometimes I think of myself as a desert and you as the water,
I thirst for your love like it’s the only way for me to survive,
I don’t want you back but I want you here every minute,
The difference lies in your eyes
8IGHTY
Date written: December 19 2009
when you are gone
Like the rain,
Drops of tears from the skies,
In your eyes ma feelings is all I see Like the sea we shall flow,
And glow like a star,
From afar no matter how many miles,
Your smiles is all I always want 2 see,
Like the sun,
You will create in me darkness when you are gone,
On and on i will continue to sink,
The link between you and I cant exist when you are not mine,
The signs of love is in the heart,
So please don’t tear it apart…………………when you are gone
Drops of tears from the skies,
In your eyes ma feelings is all I see Like the sea we shall flow,
And glow like a star,
From afar no matter how many miles,
Your smiles is all I always want 2 see,
Like the sun,
You will create in me darkness when you are gone,
On and on i will continue to sink,
The link between you and I cant exist when you are not mine,
The signs of love is in the heart,
So please don’t tear it apart…………………when you are gone
8IGHTY
Date written: June 17 2009
? ? ?
Why must I plead with her and get on my knees
Why cant I just seat down and live only by the cool breeze from the seas,
Why Is there a need 2 open a door with a key,
Why cant I make honey from life like the bees,
Why must we make love what if we could just kiss,
Why must there always be a black eyed pea,
What if money was the leaves from the trees,
Why couldn’t she trust her heart 2 me
Why must u always say me why cant u say we
Why couldn’t we just seat down and watch the sunset at the beach
What if the skies isn’t the only limit u could reach,
What if sin was all they preach
What if uncivilisation was all they teach
What if you could remove the stains in ur heart by just a bleach,
What if u could amend the wounded heart with just a stitch? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Why cant I just seat down and live only by the cool breeze from the seas,
Why Is there a need 2 open a door with a key,
Why cant I make honey from life like the bees,
Why must we make love what if we could just kiss,
Why must there always be a black eyed pea,
What if money was the leaves from the trees,
Why couldn’t she trust her heart 2 me
Why must u always say me why cant u say we
Why couldn’t we just seat down and watch the sunset at the beach
What if the skies isn’t the only limit u could reach,
What if sin was all they preach
What if uncivilisation was all they teach
What if you could remove the stains in ur heart by just a bleach,
What if u could amend the wounded heart with just a stitch? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
8IGHTY
Date written: June 17 2009
thinking therapy
I wake up at quiet tyms in da middle of da nyt,
And I got this feeling when I look up at the ceiling and I ask my self am I living my life right,
Or is ma future bright,
I heard life seems 2 u exactly by the decisions u choose,
Does that mean if u wer in some directions u may loose,
But I stand on my feet and say I refuse,
Now I prefer 2 take it lyk a man,
Cos I knw my destiny is in ma hands,
And I realize every1 around me should understand,
That this lyf works according to the way God plans,
But with faith we stand a lot of chance,
This lyf is ironic its lyk music it plays a tune for us 2 dance,
Sometyms I look thro ma window and I take a glance,
But I end up goin into a trance,
I see ma self at a place in a far distance,
I ask ma self; wat does this mean,
Am I in a movie scene,?
And I saw 2 roads with no horizon,
And I told ma self this life aint no prison,
Meaning this world is created for a reason,
And our days are numbered in this world that we living,
And as everyday a child is born,
Somewer somehow some1 is gone,
Until its our own turn,
Then we reach 2 roads with no horizon,
Then we realize we are back 2 our own origin………
And I got this feeling when I look up at the ceiling and I ask my self am I living my life right,
Or is ma future bright,
I heard life seems 2 u exactly by the decisions u choose,
Does that mean if u wer in some directions u may loose,
But I stand on my feet and say I refuse,
Now I prefer 2 take it lyk a man,
Cos I knw my destiny is in ma hands,
And I realize every1 around me should understand,
That this lyf works according to the way God plans,
But with faith we stand a lot of chance,
This lyf is ironic its lyk music it plays a tune for us 2 dance,
Sometyms I look thro ma window and I take a glance,
But I end up goin into a trance,
I see ma self at a place in a far distance,
I ask ma self; wat does this mean,
Am I in a movie scene,?
And I saw 2 roads with no horizon,
And I told ma self this life aint no prison,
Meaning this world is created for a reason,
And our days are numbered in this world that we living,
And as everyday a child is born,
Somewer somehow some1 is gone,
Until its our own turn,
Then we reach 2 roads with no horizon,
Then we realize we are back 2 our own origin………
8IGHTY
Date written: June 17 2009
your turn
Ashes to ashes dust 2 dust,
Ur life is a thing u cant trust,
Living my life isn’t a price or a cost,
Meaning making it in life isn’t a must,
Hurting ur leg in a race doesn’t mean u have lost,
Hours to hours days 2 days,
That’s what the fierce creature says,
And 1 day its what u have to face,
That’s why we should live life by whatever bed of roses or thorns of bushes it lays,
Days to days weeks to weeks,
D days draw near as the clock ticks,
The sorrows and the pains of ur loved ones is all its seeks,
And that’s 1 of the few things in life that can never be fixed,
Weeks to months months 2 years,
Ask ur self who really cares?
Becos when u are gone all they will do is be in tears,
When will it be my turn? That’s their greatest fears,
Ur life is a thing u cant trust,
Living my life isn’t a price or a cost,
Meaning making it in life isn’t a must,
Hurting ur leg in a race doesn’t mean u have lost,
Hours to hours days 2 days,
That’s what the fierce creature says,
And 1 day its what u have to face,
That’s why we should live life by whatever bed of roses or thorns of bushes it lays,
Days to days weeks to weeks,
D days draw near as the clock ticks,
The sorrows and the pains of ur loved ones is all its seeks,
And that’s 1 of the few things in life that can never be fixed,
Weeks to months months 2 years,
Ask ur self who really cares?
Becos when u are gone all they will do is be in tears,
When will it be my turn? That’s their greatest fears,
8IGHTY
Date written: June 17 2009
paper religion
it has turn men into the devil,
growing from mere paper to another level,
they say its the root of evil,
it has eyes and claws lyk an eagle,
punishing the rich cos they want more,
and they end up leaving nothing for the poor,
it has turned the creations against their creator,
and it has turned the creators into servants of their creation,
it has been mistaken for wealth,
and it has deprived the people of health,
it has given u no chances 2 express how you felt,
cos its lyk wheneva u dont have it u feel lyk ur heart should rather melt,
the most popular religion on earth,
it ended up erasing luv from the picture,
and giving hatred a future,
its the reason for power,
its the reason for crime every hour,
its the reason he stays out allday without taking a shower,
its smell has given us the reason 2 forget the sweet smell of roses and flowers,
its the reason the young go to school,
its the reason the old turn to fools,
they say it turns around the earth,
its what makes him bleed 2 death,
it what makes her give out her beautiful body,
its what makes him a fool at the age of forty
growing from mere paper to another level,
they say its the root of evil,
it has eyes and claws lyk an eagle,
punishing the rich cos they want more,
and they end up leaving nothing for the poor,
it has turned the creations against their creator,
and it has turned the creators into servants of their creation,
it has been mistaken for wealth,
and it has deprived the people of health,
it has given u no chances 2 express how you felt,
cos its lyk wheneva u dont have it u feel lyk ur heart should rather melt,
the most popular religion on earth,
it ended up erasing luv from the picture,
and giving hatred a future,
its the reason for power,
its the reason for crime every hour,
its the reason he stays out allday without taking a shower,
its smell has given us the reason 2 forget the sweet smell of roses and flowers,
its the reason the young go to school,
its the reason the old turn to fools,
they say it turns around the earth,
its what makes him bleed 2 death,
it what makes her give out her beautiful body,
its what makes him a fool at the age of forty
8IGHTY
Date written: June 17 2009
this lonely road
On this lonely road, is where I stand, I’m tryna figure out where to go,
I could still see the finish line,
But I wld need to swim those rivers
& climb those mountain
At my garden is the only place
The bed of roses are found
On this lonely road
I still walk past figures and shadows of man,
But ma desires and pains that makes up ma feelings is all I know;
I could see but I can’t take what isn’t mine
There has never been anything like a beautiful dry fountain
What more can I say?
I can only hope for the best and stay around
On this lonely road exists the future, where I stand & the past,
On my heart is left the footprints of memories that wold last;
Its more of natural selection see…. The stronger stays;
The weaker is forgotten
I still can see the light at the other end of the tunnel
Ma image on the river mirror,
My shadow cast by that radiant sun,
Its life the major mystery lies between the beginning and the end
On this lonely road I will prefer to fight ma pain no more
Bitter, sweet, love, hate, cry, laugh, sadness joy,
Are the non-identical twins I see as I walk,
No matter how much I close my eyes,
They will all pass me by, each of them handing me the gifts of life,
With these gifts, she taught me not to fight back my tears or hate to love,
Instead, she taught me to hug and kiss her like today is ma last day,
What more can I say?
As I walk on this lonely road
I could still see the finish line,
But I wld need to swim those rivers
& climb those mountain
At my garden is the only place
The bed of roses are found
On this lonely road
I still walk past figures and shadows of man,
But ma desires and pains that makes up ma feelings is all I know;
I could see but I can’t take what isn’t mine
There has never been anything like a beautiful dry fountain
What more can I say?
I can only hope for the best and stay around
On this lonely road exists the future, where I stand & the past,
On my heart is left the footprints of memories that wold last;
Its more of natural selection see…. The stronger stays;
The weaker is forgotten
I still can see the light at the other end of the tunnel
Ma image on the river mirror,
My shadow cast by that radiant sun,
Its life the major mystery lies between the beginning and the end
On this lonely road I will prefer to fight ma pain no more
Bitter, sweet, love, hate, cry, laugh, sadness joy,
Are the non-identical twins I see as I walk,
No matter how much I close my eyes,
They will all pass me by, each of them handing me the gifts of life,
With these gifts, she taught me not to fight back my tears or hate to love,
Instead, she taught me to hug and kiss her like today is ma last day,
What more can I say?
As I walk on this lonely road
8ighty
Date written: June 17 2009
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