“Everybody Loves You When You’re Gone” is a soulful hip-hop record about the strange way people often become more appreciated once they’re no longer here. Blending vintage soul vocals with reflective, hard-hitting rap, Trip Knowledge questions why flowers, phone calls, praise, and love so often arrive too late. It’s not just a song about loss—it’s a reminder to reach out, show love, and value people while they’re still here to receive it. Don’t wait until someone is gone to become their biggest fan.more

WON’T GO DOWN 🔥 ( Round 2: Controlled Chaos) Same damn animal… just finally stopped tripping over its own feet like a drunk rookie on the flight deck. Went back in the cockpit (studio) & cleaned house. Pitch tightened, breathing room added, everything sitting in its lane instead of elbowing each other like it’s happy hour at the O-Club. Lead guitar, Willie’s thunderous drums, Benny’s fat bass, Alexane’s haunting cello... they’re all locked in now like a real band that actually trained together instead of a bar fight in a garage. Pulled the mics back a hair, gave the mix some oxygen… & suddenly it breathes. Drums hit harder, bass stopped stepping on everyone’s toes, guitars stretch out & breathe fire, cello slices through clean like a warning shot. More moving parts, more chaos .. but this time it’s controlled Outlaw Primitive chaos. The version that actually means it. Still 25 years in the sky, still laughing at the devil’s aim, still got smoke in the lungs & hell in the eyes. She yanked me out of the black, & this track is proof I landed swinging. Crank this tightened beast till the neighbors file complaints. Scream it w/ me .. sky can keep swinging, I’m still standing tall feeding the flame. Which version hits u harder? Old raw chaos or this polished war cry? Drop your vote below (if there’s still like 3 of u degenerates actually reading these 😂) Outlaw Primitive forever. Zero fucks at altitude. Now quit reading & smash play ... let it rattle ur bones harder than ejection seat G-forces. 🚀✈️more

Some relationships don't end. They just keep repeating. "The Loops" is about loving someone deeply while getting trapped in the same arguments, the same wounds, and the same apologies. For everyone who's ever known exactly how a conversation would end and had it anyway.more