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It is time for Doing the Most. It is time!




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All songs mixed by Gripp. All songs use beats created by industry titans without permission. Except tracks 4 & 7. Those were created by Gripp and use samples without permission.

1. Voicemail Intro (feat. Thugg)
2. The Doing the Most Introductory Anthem Song
3. Outta Here (feat. Sceritz)
4. A.T.H.E.I.S.T.
5. Not the Type (feat. Jack)
6. Counting
7. Get a Gripp (feat. Co.Z)
8. Crack Bottles (feat. Miss HaZe & Quez the Beatniq Brown)
9. Asking For It (feat Jack McCrack)
10. You Are Not Alone
11. Voicemail Outro (feat. Thugg)

Doing the Most by Marshall "Gripp" Gillson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

Announcing Doing the Most

Doing the Most! The mixtape I've been working on is done. Done? Done! Therefore, I can now announce its release date.

December 31st

Save the date. Then—on the date—come back and download the mixtape.

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Video Form III — A.T.H.E.I.S.T.

Finally some new content! A live recording of a track from the upcoming mixtape, Doing the Most.


Oh yeah. And also, the video contains the cover art for Doing the Most. I haven't put that up yet, so here it is:

Sweet Nothings, Part 3

III
I could not be more bare nor bear more shame naked.
I have watched your eyes slideshow flip through
desire, embarrassment, confusion, and contempt. Now
even the spotlight of your pity is radiant.
My fingers trace paths across your thighs like
over a treasure map I once memorized.
Not one of your timid kisses is permissive, but I am reeling,
whispering a plea onto your neck that we exchange
caked stones of nostalgia for glinting fantasy.