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released April 9, 2013

Produced by Patch The Programmer
all credit to creators of original sample material, without whom (some of) this music would not exist

Guitar on Sandman by Andy Migz @ soundcloud.com/soundscapestudio

Original Artwork by Jasmine Petersen

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Track Name: Let It Go
You obsessin bout your car, you gotta let it go
You addicted to the stars, you gotta let em go
You obsessin bout your girl, you gotta let her go
You addicted to the world, you gotta let it go

Material goods are not wealth, look for the truth in your self
Everything changes, nothing can change this, don't enable this hell
We get caught up, turn a brain to a cell,
the chinese finger trap work so well,
more you attach more pain you feel
to the point that you gotta let go, for real
only after that can your mind just chill
with the bliss, the divine, no frills
what is this that we find, more pills
take shape, make hate, turn the world ill
see, but I'm tryna do better still
tryna increase my skill
tryna improve my will power
so you know I will
I gotta kill the other Pat, let him go back
drag him out the trap, smack him up, it's like that
ego, let go of the mad, psycho-physical Baghdad
you could never find true peace if you're still attached

You obsessin bout your car, you gotta let it go
You addicted to the stars, you gotta let em go
You obsessin bout your girl, you gotta let her go
You addicted to the world, you gotta let it go
Track Name: My Love Thing
My love thing, my love thing
hip hop is my love thing
my music is my love thing
I need my love thing

My main girl is my main girl, but my next girl is my love thing
my beatpad and my keyboard and my speakers on and we love to bang
make her scream when I'm touchin things, I'm cream corn, I'm running things
Make believe about other things, I'm alpha but she's the motherland
I'm all for the plan, we know
I'll hold her hand as we go
she want a bolder man, not an older man,
so I told ya man, let go
I got a whole family photo, it's me my beats and my flows
you know my secret roto, is hot tea and honey fsho
when my lady wanna play, that's my zone
I'ma let her catch a fade before we bone
it's an even trade, even though
she do what I say, she ain't no hoe
let me put it this way
I respect her so never could I neglect her
forever I'm gonna rep her, forever I'm gonna rep her
I'd never jeapordize, or try to sever ties
or ever tell her lies, that's why she's so damn fly
she's lookin in my eyes, even when she quantized
it comes as no surprise our love can not be quantified

My love thing, my love thing
hip hop is my love thing
my music is my love thing
I need my love thing

I like the way she swing, and the way her bottom end is so fat
I do my thing, I make her sing, she sayin go Pat
I like the surface but I really love below that
like I was Andre
I like her wet that's why my flow back
pro rap, pretty little rhymes in a gold pack
so swag, punctuating lines with a hashtag
irony
all she got today is that rice rice
used to be so nice nice
like NY she named twice
hip hop
my one and only lady since a baby
she's the one who soothes me when I'm feeling cranky on the daily
she treats me like a hoe, always singin fuck you pay me
bitch I think it's time you know, I'm the one who makes you crazy
we can bring it to the floor, you know I am never lazy
and when its time to go, we can go together baby
you my love thing

My love thing, my love thing
hip hop is my love thing
my music is my love thing
I need my love thing
Track Name: Entering My Zone
I don't give a fuck about your top ten list
everybody wants to hit, but most of them miss
rap game Richard Pryor, I'ma tell it like it is
rap game Hezekiah cuz the flow's king shit
until the day that I retire, I'ma put it like this
brimstone and the fire, keep it for the mystics
I'm two feet on the ground and your boy don't slip
cuz it's been a long time since I took my last trip
if you like my music that is fantastic
but I don't want no fans who get a mans ass kissed
tell me how you feel, keep it real, no tricks
cuz jealousy and lies can turn a man to a bitch
see what I'm about, unity, no clicks
I don't fight I talk it out unless somebody got hit
movin with the sound, let my sonic boom stick
I turn this beat into my canvas and I let my paint drip,
like this

I'm the rap game Phil Spector
unofficial baggage checker
debt collector
bitch rapper disrespecter
wack show heckler
a flow go-getter
dro roto tester
mojo such a special type
I'm so reckless
my ears are like antennaes, I eat beats for breakfast
I visualize your wack verses I can see corrections
I move discrete directions, you could track my GPS and
wouldn't see my presence, G, I'm like a secret weapon
fuck a preacher reverend, this shit has no deeper lesson
I rap for fun, the music's good and we don't need discretion
I'm not a thug, so I don't need protection
I don't get shot at in my whip like fat rappers who are always sweatin
life without the tension, easy, havin conversations
I'm always at attention, rap without the compensation
or confrontations, or consultations with legal agents
man, you could say I made it

I've been layin tracks down, fresh prints
see my flow, in the snow, I'm a foot ahead the entrance
I'ma lay the smackdown, hand prints
on the face of the microphone, I'm entering my zone
Track Name: Sandman
The meditations in my head are resonatin
I can't tell if these are angels or the friends of Satan
maybe it's true that I just reached a higher elevation
but what's gonna happen when my soul embraces resignation?
I close my eyes in my imagination
and I awaken to events beyond my calculation
and comprehension of the world in which it's takin place in
to my amazement, all my dreams are seein formulation
shit, I got my head stuck in a cloud
and even when it rains the pessimisms not allowed
it's been so long I forgot what it's about
I ain't comin down, mostly cuz I forgot how
the sand's been spread around my eyes for a while now
the lands and oceans coincide in my coastal town
the murky waters in the rabbit hole are flushin out
and I been up and down so many times I lost count

I don't know what's real or what's just a dream
would you believe me if I told you I never woke up
from a living dream? I'm 23, I never growed up
I don't know what's real or what's just a dream
I never did see the Sandman show up
but I think that I'm asleep because the world ain't blow up

I close my eyes, it's no surprise, I can see my dreams
the y manifest in every breath within my rhyme scheme
in lookin back on what I've done, I must be trippin out
cuz these are all my childhood visions that I'm livin out
a different route was never possible, I guess
since the universe mechanical, the options are a jest
like a clock I never rest, I never stop, I do my best
but every moment that I tock is me walkin to my death
I swear to God I wanna believe that I'm not automated
that this ain't predetermined, that we are not fated
that this ain't just a dream, that destiny ain't touchin me
but everything that is, must be, so now I'm feelin faded
I wander patiently, purposely and aimlessly,
musically arrangin these times, so you can wait and see
generatin latency, creationn, no complaceny
until the day I wake, I'ma make it up blatantly,
cuz

I don't know what's real or what's just a dream
would you believe me if I told you I never woke up
from a living dream? I'm 23, I never growed up
I don't know what's real or what's just a dream
I never did see the Sandman show up
but I think that I'm asleep because the world ain't blow up
Track Name: Take It Back
I take it way back, way back
until the show stops, never will I go pop,
buddy, I don't play that, play that
I'm like a VHS or a casette, so you know

Takin it back is my M.O., back from the back of that limo
rappin a track that matter of fact might burn your fuckin memos
makin a instrumental, why you gettin judgmental?
I been settin up levels in my shit like a nintendo
this is my shit, supervisin, just me and my pencil
criticizin, does me nothin, just do what you meant do
I been takin music back to feel it in my temple
all this music shit so simply, poppin like a pimple
my tambourine will jingle, it's presence is a symbol
none of us are single individuals, we mingle
I'm hopin that my passion for this shit can help rekindle
let me flatten out the wrinkles from the Sandman's sprinkles
goin

Way back, way back
until the show stops, never will I go pop,
buddy, I don't play that, play that
I'm like a VHS or a casette, so you know

sometimes you need reality, sometimes you need a kush break
if I rap a fallacy, well sometimes that's a good thing
for each fatality there's someone bein born mane
so my home remedy is drivin in my own lane
too many people wanna tell you how to do you think
if you try to please them all, you might go insane
so I don't focus on makin money or gainin fame
the way I see it, that's the downfall of this rap game
cultural cannibals, live a sick dream
all I have for you is a 16
bar long animal, trickin this scheme
ditchin yo cream straight rippin this scene
that's how I take it back, endin this thing
unmuzzle that fat lady, let that chick sing
what I bring is the negative and positive
a sedative for that other shit, so I take it

+a quick lil freestyle
Track Name: Gun Powder
Black gun powder, that's my ink is
push a pen for hours, cap a delinquent
this is true power, lives change drastically
based on the words of the author of a masterpiece
property and infantry, move by the pen hand
parents givin infants up out the play pen
dollar signs keep rising with inflation
got my neighbor comin home from a foreign land
you look at me, I look at you
you took a note, I took one too
this currency will barely do
cuz promises, they rarely do
written contracts, I'll reject, mic check 1,2
manipulate with sex and drugs, my culture says Fuck You
it's all in the fine print, read between the lines shit
got you trapped in a deal you ain't fine with
and you ain't sign shit,
but this a social contract of alliance
written in silence

I see another child risin
and he's gonna start ridin
based on the writin
so it's back to the bases
back to the bases

Find your addictions, write your presciptions
put it down in ink to erase your convictions
legality's a system, morality's the victim
think with you mind, not your eyes, not your eyes
the world is a prism, truth takes shapes
it's true that some in prison, off a false case
life is being written, in the ink of sweat and tears
blood and bodies disappeared, couple buddies dead for years
all because we use our ears, obeying what we hear
followin chain of command because we live in fear
so what's happenin here, is the wool's over ya eyes
if the words written in ink, it could never be lies, right?
the enterprise of man is built on ink
all the words in your head, they control what you think
your vocabulary is your possibility of thought
so they usin double talk to make you what you not,
god damn

I see another child risin
and he's gonna start ridin
based on the writin
so it's back to the bases
back to the bases

murder murder, kill kill, imagery in pop culture
kids are on the verge still, adding to the rape culture
what you let em learn will build or create soldiers
that's why I stay positive, fuck the hate vultures
livin on a borrowed clock, until the sorrow stops,
I'ma be good, even if tomorrow's not
the weather's very hot, but we gotta keep our cool
which is hard to do, especially if you a fool
so I'm takin y'all to school, to talk what I'ma do
to make it possible, to walk and follow through
the chalk around the youth, should be a math equation
but now the homework turned into a home invasion
based on a situation, people been placed in
that leads to confrontation, and lives wastin
and that's a socio-economic engagement
that goes back to the slave ships
designed by the pen man