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Thoughts In Cursive

by Mati

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1.
Pressure 02:41
Ain't this the picture that's so perfect And my thoughts say that I earned it I'm sippin' D'ussé when I'm splurgin' Poetic vibes I wrote in cursive I speak the truth when I'm rehearsing I know myself, no other person I just sit back, I'm so observant Financial freedom from my earnings Walking through the sunset Guess it's safe to say that maybe I am blessed Even when my heart is beating out my chest Concentrate your feel Eliminate your fear Let your tears reveal Laugh like Key and Peele A lot to think about That I can't even blink about Close the envelope Cuz I can't let all of the secrets out Closed mouths don't get fed So I just blew all of the speakers out I guess I took a different route And sometimes the pressure's too much Gotta watch my back I can't forget I'm from the mud Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back My brother he keepin' it tucked Gotta watch my back Gotta watch my back back back Keepin' it a stack stack stack Chasin' the ra-ra racks Pressure I guess I'm unsure Paint me like a monster Motivated but it's all this pressure I'm just the words of the wise I'm just the wizard of oz Eyes on me and they watchin' me fly Pressure I guess I'm unsure Paint me like a monster Motivated but it's all this pressure I'm just the words of the wise I'm just the wizard of oz Eyes on me and they watchin' me fly I've been misplaced in this evil world I count my steps in this evil world And all the pretty girls took a turn I guess you live and learn Make mistakes, don't do it first Pain and growth and it's still gon' hurt Get up lil boy, get up If you ain't get that toy, don't fuss Don't act like love ain't enough That black boy joy, that black boy joy You ain't chose your skin You ain't had no choice Try to take your thoughts Like you got no voice Skin still shine and you got that poise That black boy joy, that black boy joy Walking through the sunset Guess it's safe to say that maybe I am blessed Even when my heart is beating out my chest Concentrate your feel Eliminate your fear Let your tears reveal
2.
For The Soul 02:54
Yeah yeah yeah Turn my mic up Turn my mic up I answer the phone when you callin' You probably been thinkin' bout problems I told you, you good and you got it I got a heart you can borrow I’m not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I’m a scholar She wanna drink in her hand, need a bottle Good girl took the college route Think she know what the fuck she talkin' bout Toxic sick nigga, so I scout em out Blunt in my hand, got the cotton mouth I like the juice, slide wit my troops You wanted love, better show me the proof She give me head never using a tooth Designer her belt all the way to her shoes This that shit you gon' hear up in school Probably making the news Got appointment with a bad bitch Know her tactics If I want it I can have it, I can smash it Cross her off my bracket Long hair brown skin Told my homies ima bag it Bag it, ba, ba, ba, bag it Yeah she come wit baggage This ain't perfect timing Skirt, skirt on the way to her crib Pray to God cuz I know ima sin Open up the safe in the bin Walkin' on the house in a blimp Sky gon' fall when I win Stompin on the ground wit my Timbs She ain't never raised no bitch Every time u see me make a wish Every time she see me blew a kiss She just wanted Autuma baguettes I answer the phone when you callin' You probably been thinkin' bout problems I told you, you good and you got it I got a heart you can borrow I’m not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I’m a scholar She wanna drink in her hand, need a bottle She got a groove to her, it mood lights us Sharing my food wit her, I feed her heart Blockin' the sun for her, her only scarf I push the whip for her, the lonely part She like the honey, I never been sweet It’s been that way, I am not for the streets I duck my head when it’s time to just sleep Yeah, she do my homework so she is for keeps We out at Sheila’s, we gettin' the chicken We just get to talkin', she tell me she wit it Ok look in her eyes, I can tell that she finished Ok send me your addy, I pull up like Christmas Watchin that time, it just get to tick Where is you at? Ima punch me a Tik Light me this blunt, I do not fuck wit cigs Borrow my heart, it’s still at the crib This that groove for the soul Watchin' my bankrolls, I’m watchin' it grow It’s gon' take time so I’m steady in mode Watch who you callin' Watch who you callin' your bro I'm out in Poland like Boat Callin' my phone better watch your tone Call me your pencil, I’m writing your wrongs Am I your favorite? You just like my songs I answer the phone when you callin' You probably been thinkin' bout problems I told you, you good and you got it I got a heart you can borrow I’m not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I’m a scholar She wanna drink in her hand
3.
Life Notes 02:36
My influence goes beyond the ones who introduced me to this rappin’ shit It’s hard to take your time when you pursing something that could happen rapid quick Your mind will play them games and it will force you to adapt to it Naturalist but also supernaturalist So when I grabbed the pen I became a philanthropist If hearts could measure love mine will tell you I was passionate I fell in love with patterns that created bad habits Drink until we numb and then bad happens I remember Piss poor trappin’ Weed baggage If they pull me over Your honor, I don’t traffic Momma I been sober No, I’m no savage I done touched some green but it’s old, it’s old cabbage This a lil somethin’ for the come up Momma said the grace way before we seen the sun up I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer Hoping, hoping we gon’ see the summer This a lil somethin’ for the come up Momma said the grace way before we seen the sun up I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer Hoping we gon’ see the summer I move with intention A lack of respect Gon’ teach you detention Oh the misery’s written The world is a prison I’m done with these (women) I’m done with these women I’m joking, I’m kidding Provoking prescription They offer me drugs I think they love is a drug They say a girl is a gun No pun intended Think first and do more then Take you a minute Respect yourself first And you can Get you some winnings Try to understand other different beginnings It’s more to life then critics And silence and crickets The ones without the voice The ones who really listen Negative thoughts I heard I started penning This a lil somethin’ for the come up Momma said the grace way before we seen the sun up I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer Hoping, hoping we gon’ see the summer This a lil somethin’ for the come up Momma said the grace way before we seen the sun up I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer Hoping we gon’ see the summer
4.
This feel like forever But cuz we all get old I will never trip And I will never fold Body like a goddess It’s some shit I’m on I won’t say she perfect But she turn me on Multi-tasking all the baggage I been done wit all the cappin' Like I’m savage And it’s 21 lil bad habits I’m used to grabbin' my weight Ain't no chicken on my plate And I was diggin' for a steak I’ll trade it all away for stakes I get a flight, I’m on the way Ain't no structure When we havin' too much fun It been months I put babies in her stomach That’s for fun, that’s for fun And that Casamigos raise the temperature Became a friend of her Ooo she like a snack I turn that baby into Lunchables Make a pit stop to her house (yee eee eee) I stuffed roaches right in her couch (yuh) I like aqua right in her mouth Man that pussy I can’t turn down This feel like forever But cuz we all get old I will never trip And I will never fold Body like a goddess It’s some shit I’m on I won’t say she perfect But she turn me on This feel like forever But cuz we all get old I will never trip And I will never fold Body like a goddess It’s some shit I’m on I won’t say she perfect But she turn me on This that 2030 sound This that get a label deal Ahh, ahh, ahh I prolly turn it down I know pussy make the world go round You broke you sellin' pound for pound Government still dressed like clowns But we the ones that run the town Not like a pitcher I don’t stand on mounds In any picture I been standing out When she bend it hear that crackle sound Love when she speak Not what she out of bounds I keep her close just like the lost and found Most of y’all is clockwork Don’t know how the odds work Thankful when it’s God's turn Sequel what you relearn Love is what you seek first Shakin' like a seizure, Life tell you what you deserve Really gotta see first No I’m not a player Baby let me grab the wheel If I touch your heart Then I can tell what you feel Exchanging conversations baby I don’t know the deal Love you in that kitchen Baby cook me up a meal I’m like a (yuh, yuh, aye) I’m like a teacher in a garden And I got seeds that grow apart And I’m a product of the ones Who got way too much to say (hey) I don’t got too much to waste I recycled up my fate It’s like trickle-down effect When they turn into two-face It’s like butterfly effect When the truth come through the praise Even if they broke my legs I’ll be runnin' at my pace
5.
Please don’t tempt me On a highway going jet speed Please don't, please don't Please don't tempt me On a highway going jet speed Project X but I'm on what's next Rhythm of the beat Smackin' on your chest Step outside and I'm on the left With a drink in my hand And her hands caress And she talk too much But she say what's best And I look too much I should look a lil less But the fact is, white toes and her ass fit Tell me bout her family How they close-knit Tell her bout my story How I'm closed-in NFL dreams, no pigskin Toughin up boy You got black skin If you want them shoes Better break in, ay Excuse my manners But my reputation don't got table manners Used to nervous patterns Wit my palms sweaty Anti-social chatter Shots go off and we all go scatter Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me On a highway going jet speed Please don't, please don't Please don't tempt me On a highway going jet speed Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me On a highway going jet speed Please don't, please don't Please don't tempt me On a highway going jet speed I'm on sicko mode like a hospital phone Turn the other cheek I got a strong bone Tough skin cuz I'm homegrown Certain things I don't condone Wrong tone, get your windblown I guess auto-tune get you diamond stones GoFundMe funeral loans College educated pay your loans Scholarships like a wishbone Bad luck, now you lost your home Car fucked up at the AutoZone Stealing and robbin' You pointin' the chrome Ain't listen to momma You sellin' your soul All of these problems Now you on go Walk in the crib wit snow in your fro Walkin' in tears you blistered your toes Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me On a highway going jet speed Please don't, please don't Please don't tempt me On a highway going jet speed Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me On a highway going jet speed Please don't tempt me On a highway going jet speed
6.
Sweet Life 02:56
They caught a vibe I wasn’t feeling it Put the pressure on my back I went and sat in it Put it into words We all the same like synonyms Taste gettin' salty I miss the sweet life, cinnamon Put it on my back Put it on my back Seen him on a stretcher Tried to run off with that sack Street life gettin' old Knew I wouldn’t goin' back Bitches changin' every season Still waited to turn my back Dice games in the streets You lose, they take you off the map Slur your words, she think you cheatin' You kno it’s cap, cap Cut her off, she think she bad, bad Back to back like Jordan 96, 97 Front to front, I’m facing my demons Talkin' to my reverend Ohh I miss the bros Ohh she at my shows Still don’t want no sorries Bitch you gotta go Still don’t got my medal I know I’m the goat Still don’t want no shawty Pointed at the door Like bitch you gotta go Ain't no room in my heart I know it’s getting cold They caught a vibe I wasn’t feeling it Put the pressure on my back I went and sat in it Put it into words We all the same like synonyms Taste gettin' salty I miss the sweet life, cinnamon They caught a vibe I wasn’t feeling it Put the pressure on my back I went and sat in it Put it into words We all the same like synonyms Taste gettin' salty I miss the sweet life, cinnamon Cinematic love my life just been a movie Turn the lights off I’m getting groovy This that 90s love The one that smile Crackin' jokes and feeling goofy You can bring your friends But I don’t fuck wit groupies I would bring a blunt But it would make me moody Yeah you been actin' choosy Yeah if it was up to me You wouldn’t choose me Truthfully, truthfully yeah If I’m speakin' honest You would just lose me Sticks and stones They break my bones You ain't bruise me Where did you go? Where did you go? I’m on the radio Momma proud I know Back when I was at my low I knew I’d be a great Like a butterfly, I float Coast to coast I said let me drive the boat She know I always do the most Never did it for the post They caught a vibe I wasn’t feeling it Put the pressure on my back I went and sat in it Put it into words We all the same like synonyms Taste gettin' salty I miss the sweet life, cinnamon They caught a vibe I wasn’t feeling it Put the pressure on my back I went and sat in it Put it into words We all the same like synonyms Taste gettin' salty I miss the sweet life, cinnamon
7.
Immune 03:34

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Born in Ethiopia and raised in South Minneapolis, Mati has quickly established himself as a vital new voice in music. Rapping and singing with dexterity and cutting close to the bone with incisive, confessional writing, he’s shown versatility across styles while maintaining a singular vision. With his debut EP, Thoughts In Cursive (June 23, AGAINST GIANTS), Mati channels a lifetime of experience—the gospel music of his mother, his father’s refugee journey, and the wisdom of his older siblings—all into one of the most unforgettable introductions in recent memory.

The most difficult thing to find in life is balance. For Mati, one of the most inventive and inimitable artists to emerge in Rap or R&B in some time, the last several years have been about corralling raw ambition into something manageable, disparate emotions into music that’s elemental and irresistible. “I have hundreds of songs,” the Minneapolis-based artist says, “but I knew I had to do it the right way.” For Mati, “doing it” means introducing himself to the world at large. Across seven songs that range from slinking soul to uncut exuberance, Mati makes a convincing case for himself as one of the essential artists of the 2020s.

Mati grew up in South Minneapolis, having moved there around the age of 3 from his native Ethiopia. His father had fled their home country first, landing initially in Los Angeles before coming north; soon he sent for his wife and four children, of whom Mati is the youngest. “There’s something about it that makes me feel a little bit of pressure,” he says of his place in the birth order. “I know if I make a mistake that everybody—all my older siblings and my parents—have a responsibility to let me know that what I’m doing is wrong.”

But at first, Mati wasn’t even sure which path he might have an opportunity to stray from. He always knew he had a talent for writing, but through most of his school career, this manifested in poetry jotted in his math and science notebooks. During his teen years, some friends began to dabble in music. And still, Mati found another medium to be a more natural outlet. The first piece of recorded work that he released to the public was a spoken word piece inspired by the civil unrest that followed George Floyd’s murder in the spring of 2020. “It was just something I wanted to do—felt obligated to do,” Mati says of the politically minded passage. “It wasn’t meant to be anything that got myself attention.”

Despite his obvious gift for language, Mati was still finding his voice—literally. When he began taking music seriously, he was uncomfortable with the low voice in which he rapped. And as those who would eventually hear his singular hybrid style can attest, the rapping was only half of it. “I thought the only way to sing was if you were literally screaming,” he recalls. “I had to learn how to peel that back and find these different ranges.” Eventually the growing pains gave way to something that had been instilled in him from a young age: The sense of intention that coursed through the gospel music his mother would play around the house, and that she helped create in the church choir. “That influenced the passion in my music,” he says of one of the defining traits in his work.

The rest of the necessary calibrations came naturally. Where some artists who can move between Hip-Hop and R&B wield that versatility like a parlor trick, Mati makes whichever mode of expression he’s using at a given moment feel like the inevitable extension of the moods and themes of his writing. Critics and audiences took immediate notice: Despite that aforementioned patience and selectivity, he earned rave reviews from local and national press, with Minneapolis’s The Current calling him a “vibrant new voice” and Earmilk calling “Please Don’t Tempt Me” a “refreshing anthem for the summer months.”

Thoughts In Cursive features the swaggering “Sweet Life”
and the sly, bouncing “Forever Chimes” which has become a
sort of calling card, and a staple of party playlists for those in the know.

The diaristic vulnerability of “Life Notes” makes even its most
casual moments seem three-dimensional. “For The Soul” embodies what could be a simple, breezy summer hit with the ambition
that colors all of Mati’s work.

And the supremely poised closer “Immune” recasts the bumps and bruises sustained over the course of Mati’s life so far as a necessary step toward the one-of-a-kind perspective he inhabits today.

Still just 22 years old, Mati’s creative and commercial enterprise could expand in any number of directions: He has potent hit records that could lead him to grace billboards and Grammy stages, the emotional intelligence to become a figure of totemic importance in the lives of young people, and the ingenuity to become the sort of cult figure who influences a new generation of musicians behind him.

But for now, Mati isn’t letting any possible eventuality get in the way of the now. “I’m an overthinker,” he admits. “I think about the past and the future a lot. But I’m trying to teach myself to be present.” With Thoughts In Cursive, Mati offers a prismatic look at just how much joy and longing, anguish and relief, ego and humility can be suspended in a single moment in time.

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released July 30, 2023

Performed by Mati
Produced by André Mariette, Amarah, Yakree, Hayden Black, Gibson Prescher
Written by Mati Regassa, André Mariette, Yakree, Hayden Black, Gibson Prescher
Mixed by Hayden Black, Gibson Prescher
Mastered by Alec Ness
Cover art by Dennis Elliot & Braden Lee

℗ 2023 AGAINST GIANTS® LLC

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Born in Ethiopia and raised in South Minneapolis, Mati has quickly established himself as a vital new voice in music. Rapping and singing with dexterity and cutting close to the bone with incisive, confessional writing, he’s shown versatility across styles while maintaining a singular vision. ... more

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