As promised we here at Featherperm Records impart you the gift of Voice's free (yes. we said free) digitally downloadable mixtape... MYSPACE ONLY packed full of collaborations with artists from the UK to AZ and back! You're wondering how we gather? It's quite simple actually, just peep the tracks in the player below and download to your heart's desire...

If you happen to be in the New Orleans area this month, Voice will be performing in and facilitating an artist workshop for the 5th annual State Of The Nation Festival. State of the Nation is an annual art and performance festival that brings together artists from across the United States who are committed to addressing social, political, and economic issues facing the Gulf South and the country-at-large.

Since 2004, SON has been co-produced in New Orleans, LA and Jackson, MS. During that time, it has presented the work of over three hundred and fifty dancers, musicians, theater artists, poets, painters, sculptors, filmmakers, activists and educators. Attended by thousands, this festival provides an opportunity to showcase projects and participate in workshops. At its best, it stands as a forum for democracy – a space for the free discussion of current affairs.

This year’s festival will explore the intersection of art and activism around the specific theme of a tipping point. It will feature more than 100 artists from the Gulf Coast, Baltimore, D.C., Maryland, California, Hawaii, New York and beyond.

Since inception, we have always received some serious requests to post lyrics, so by popular demand we here at Featherperm offer the "MOST REQUESTS FOR LYRICS BY A LANDSLIDE" lyrics post for Wax Tailor's The Games You Play feat Voice. We thank all you fans out there for helping to make this song wildly popular and sending all your love via myspace, facebook and everywhere else Voice can be found on the web!

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of bravado
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2)

Sit , here the clock tick
Watch the leaves on the plant flick
From the fan above, the room and I lit
Head trip, deliberate!
Cease fighting the feeling and submit
Flow with it
Like the path preexists in hidden codes Masonic
They peep us like a web cam, from the pyramid’s attic
Passed from hand to hand, let’s say coincidence
Or better yet, 6th sense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense (X2)
Brush it off and commence, blame it on myself tripping
Til the shit hits the fan, cuz I steered from the plan
About face, and Billy Jean step into to place
Throw my coat on the hook, recap the time that I wasted
I know that spittin’s a bad habit, but I can’t help the taste
Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case
Procrastinator
Til I think to remove the sheet from your face, reveal the naysayer…

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of bravado
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2)

Now you ain’t saying nada
Sweating, getting hotter?
Change your tune, why bother?
I’m bout to rip you up!
Such a control freak, you mouth the words I speak
(you got your nerve)
you question me, but you ain’t even listening
your world is make believe but I keep pretending that I’m flexible
so you think your will’s got me bending
putting all your energy into negativity
you’re holding over me while your steady scheming
But I’m making moves while your sleeping and dreaming
Of being larger than life, your own hype your believing?
Well now, you’ve been faking the funk since the beginning
Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending
Besides, you question what kind of message that be sending?
That you’s a chump? Punk butt? So what!
I care not of the roles you choose to play
By the way,
I’m sure of a beginning and an end but everything in between is all grey…

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of bravado
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2)