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Profile GeneratorWhen it comes to slump guess whos the best Still searching for the answer? Well it's time to meet Douglas Masters. Straight out of Chocolate City by way of West Africa, Douglas Masters comes mentally equip with his self-created style Cyber Slump. Spellbinding, cinematic, jaw-dropping, mind-blowing, completely original. The words and music will be etched forever in your soul. All it takes is one listen to start understanding why the game is about to completely change. Having achieved a powerful rep in the underground as a soloist as well as a member of a fearse squad known collectively as CYBER PUNK, this urban legend has been applying a strong submission hold on the independent scene for quite some time now. Douglas Masters makes music for the people by the people forged from the streets, continually moving above, beyond and against the grain while staying connected to hardcore, mainstream and a diverse range of listeners. Douglas Masters proves that he is "Hip-Hop" on every track he blesses. The past, present and future are all represented to the fullest dimension on his projects and no one can walk away from the listening experience without feeling they just heard something incredible. After seeing his performances, hearing his solo projects and listening to him shine on various collaborations, hardcore fans have become Cyber Punks, demanding to know why this artist is not in every record store and touring all over the world, being seen and heard by the people he represents so effectively. But, thankfully, that's all about to change. Having already served up countless MC's in battle and on mix tapes, Douglas Masters is taking it to the next level by combining forces with Dr. Birthday (The Douglas Masters All-Stars).You can almost hear history being made already. With another destined-to-be-a-classic album, on its way. Douglas Masters is here to stay and his unique sound will stand the test of time. Stay strong, cause now will change soon, Darts and harpoons.Get Your Own! | View Slideshow
As it grew later in the afternoon, and we rowed leisurely up the gentle stream, shut in between fragrant and blooming banks, where we had first pitched our tent, and drew nearer to the fields where our lives had passed, we seemed to detect the hues of our native sky in the southwest horizon. The sun was just setting behind the edge of a wooded hill, so rich a sunset as would never have ended but for some reason unknown to men, and to be marked with brighter colors than ordinary in the scroll of time. Though the shadows of the hills were beginning to steal over the stream, the whole river valley undulated with mild light, purer and more memorable than the noon. For so day bids farewell even to solitary vales uninhabited by man. Two herons (Ardea herodias), with their long and slender limbs relieved against the sky, were seen traveling high over our heads,their lofty and silent flight, as they were wending their way at evening, surely not to alight in any marsh on the earth's surface, but, perchance, on the other side of our atmosphere, a symbol for the ages to study.... The last vestiges of daylight at length disappeared, and as we rowed silently along with our backs toward home through the darkness, only a few stars being visible, we had little to say, but sat absorbed in thought, or in silence listened to the monotonous sound of our oars, a sort of rudimental music, suitable for the ear of Night and the acoustics of her dimly lighted halls;
"Pulsae referunt ad sidera valles,"
and the valleys echoed the sound of the stars.
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