Man of the Millenium

by Patch William

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A thousand years after the journals of Young Eternal first came to light, in this new era of reborn life and culture, Patch William is the Man of the Millenium.

Do not look for meaning in this album. You may search forever and find nothing...

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released June 4, 2014

Written and Performed by Patch William
Produced by Patch The Programmer


Additional Credits:

Ooh Kill Em (I'm The Man) - co-written by Ben Zion

Opium Den Swag features M.A. Trace
follow his music at soundcloud.com/m-a-trace

Take Em By Surprise features Rob Menace
follow his music at soundcloud.com/rob-menace

Original Cover Artwork created by Erica Tuke
praise her at tukeerica@gmail.com


a tip of the hat to creators of original sample material without whom (some of) this music would not exist

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Track Name: King William
Turban base heads, turban head wraps,
rap like homicide, kill em dead tracks
always talkin shit, with no ex lax
super man lover, bringin sex back
full swag mode, u can not see me
patch robin williams, cuz im like the genie
rub my lamp hoe, ya I like that trick
u dont know jack shit, jump that candle stick
this is my wild album, I did my concept album
this is my stream of conscious dont give a fuck about the outcome
im havin fun wit it now, so I cant be out done
I got my feet on the ground so its time that I run
about face, Ima elevate the human race
you paper chase only tryna be like bill gates
all these songs sound the same fuckin nowadays
rappers aint got shit to say but they ridin blades
fuck that sucka ill bring you back
what you wanna hear, ill give you that
this the rawest shit u heard in a hot minute
I aint in this game to play bitch im to win it


all hail king patch william fuck u
im officially handin out the curfew
this is north korea im the kim jong illest
I dont even see ya if you only bout the business
dollar signs in your name, dont make me laugh
all your letters lookin greek, bitch, fuck your ass
thats not cool and clever,
you a trend follower not a setter
ima do it better
rock the mic down to the letter
you probably never heard of me cuz im a nobody
but ill get ya high like im a drug thats up in yo body
after this song if you aint up on me you slow probably
say hello to the future because im so vivacious
ostentatious flow contagious rapping like im for the ages
bump my dopest tape in your whip I broke the basses
this shit outrageous, weed stankin like fish on davis
for my e-town playas, and my chitown people please lord save us
Track Name: I'm Too Mainstream
this is my reintroduction, buckin crabs in a bucket
fuck the rap game fuck it, im stayin above it
this more than something I like, lill youngin
I love it
that's my wife and my mistress,
I get freaky and bust it
My name is P Will,
Patch Will will kill the beat still
can't sleep til
I unload, no refills
I get ya high on my supply like free pills
we really ridin in the sky, no cheap thrills
see Im the type to love my life while I be countin blessins
since adolescence I been movin in a sound direction
Ill flip a pun, doin Judo with DITC records
without a gun, I be killin suckas and half-steppers
the mad clever type but bringin the emotion too
beat so luscious that it's feelin like an ocean view
I'm coastin through with some weed and I'ma roast it too
see I can do what you can only ever hope to do
fuck commercialism, live with ya inner vision
Im not a conscious rapper strictly, but I spit the wisdom
when I feel the game is empty handed then I get to givin
cuz I got so much on my mind, I gotta get it written
see Ima make a semi-autobiographical
based narrative
givin you glimpses of some of Patch's views
it's cuz the afterschool special only half the truth
I do drugs and get turned up and act a fool

Bitch I'm Too Mainstream (x8)

I'm bout to show you that I'm really bout to activate
put a mic in front of me, it's like youre tempting fate
man, I don't nobody, I feel I don't have to hate
why you hide behind a keyboard and don't show your face?
everything aint black and white, it gotta lotta grays
life is more complex than soundcloud plays
Im more rare than a steak and plus Im hella based
I balance out the negatives because I live with grace
Im movin round the Earth,
make my birth worth more than I could fit into a verse
got a lotta thirst for the flows
rap clean but a little dirt never hurt how it goes
I got purp smoke in my nose
get high but I keep all ten of my toes
down on that ground level, and it shows
and Im still just your bro, so,
you could never say that

Bitch Im Too Mainstream (x8)
Track Name: 3 AM Again
Its 3 AM again,
Im kinda high again
I made a beat again
Im bout to write again
Im tryna fuck with another fuckin vicodin
Im tryna drink champagne on the mic again

Im out here hittin the bong, this aint a message song
why cant we all just get along to the metronome?
this for Chicago and Santa Barbara, they were my home
and this one goes back out to Humboldt where the herb is grown
Im not the one who's gonna get behind the mic and lie
im bumpin rap tunes in the whip til I die
in the off season I cant be a river guide
but you can find me on the water in the summer time
this is a window you can look into to see my life
my name is Patch William, Im sharpening my knife
about the cut the beat like meat, call me the butcher
if you a pretty girl the passenger seat is where Ill put ya
I just be drivin the streets sometimes lookin for nothing
I need a reason to breathe, I know I need somethin
thats why Im working my pen, I get the satisfaction
so when I dont have shit to do, director screams "action"

Its 3 AM again,
Im kinda high again
I made a beat again
Im bout to write again
Im tryna fuck with another fuckin vicodin
Im tryna drink champagne on the mic again

this verse goes out to my old heads who paved the way
without the work that they put in I wouldnt be here today
thats for the rap game but also for society
thanks go out to Edison and Tesla for givin light to me
and thanks go out to all my ancestors, everywhere
family is the root of life we all do our share
I keep my head up for my sisters' and my mother's sake
and lookin for a good woman for some love to make
thats right Im single again, tryin to make some friends
Im tryna mingle again, the cycle never ends
I drive an old Subaru, I dont drive a Benz
I dont see the point in buying lots of flashy ends
if you think that we could get along, well it all depends
do you think your worth is tied to how much you spend?
if I was broke, would you help me out with some to lend?
or would a fist be the only hand that you'd extend?

Its 3 AM again,
Im kinda high again
I made a beat again
Im bout to write again
Im tryna fuck with another fuckin vicodin
Im tryna drink champagne on the mic again
Track Name: Ooh Kill Em (I'm The Man)
I go dumb like an amateur riding a toboggan
I don't really fuck with molly so Im not the one floggin
flossin so much that my dentist said caution
hard hitter yall gon prolly sign me to Boston
Im Tyson, Im boxin
knockin chickens out the boxes
got a mission, let me list what Ive accomplished
polished, every damn flow, honest
I still write by hand, Im so Amish
a luddite
futuristic lynchpin bug bite
infect a virus in your city like a blood fight
bars colder than Klondike,
what you wanna do?
put you on the news,
broken at commercial like Kronkite
call me captain save-a-whole community
flex impunity cuz my message love and unity
only for the fans, takin every opportunity
If I aint got the next then I got the soon to be
if you wanna go against Patch Willy
be my guest but I will guarantee you get slapped silly
Im higher than you, even with a packed philly
and Im takin more shots than a fuckin mac milly

I kill em!
Im the motherfuckin man now
I kill em!
Im the motherfuckin man now

fuck Pfizer, we wiser than you
no ibuprofin, Im hopin these organics will do
genuinely on a mission
I crusade against prescription
I aint never been a fiction, I wont pander to you
Im the definition what a panda would do
dont give a fuck
talk shit, like Hannity do
blow tobacco at a wack hoe in a throwback backhoe
Im mad enough to feature on the Lewis Black show
im anti mars travel, I would rather go to Jupiter
large gas giant, smoke that, get stupider
I dont trust a place that cant grow its own arugula
red planet, communist leanings, this aint Cuba bruh
comin in your area with double moon rakers
you faker than Dwight Howard tryna play for the lakers
Im gettin over, plus I slam like Undertaker
undermining every takeover with fundraisers
these aint the Oscars, I dont give it up to actors
what you tryna pull, kinda lookin like tractors
B List talent go try out for X factor
nerdy voice rappers soundin like computer hackers
I cut corners, corneas and coronary arteries
but I wont corner corny rappers if they cordial to me
Im the man, never manufactured
been a benefactor
to the jams, bangers and the slappers
them the main attractors

I kill em!
Im the motherfuckin man now
I kill em!
Im the motherfuckin man now
Track Name: Food Wraps Pt. II
Playin hunger games but my name isn't Katniss
got a bag of chips gettin dips in the catnip

this is food wraps, in other words, burritos
tapatio's gettin splashed on tacquitos
more food wraps, flowin like the rios
hittin like a free throw, and feelin like a C-Note

Im feelin hungry everyday right when I wake up
I got a mission I gotta figure what Ill make up
I grab an egg and hit the side until it break up
I really need a little dough to get my cake up
I like it hot I got red peppers in the mixture
a basic staple, avocado is a fixture
I dont have no Aunt Jemimah so I miss her
but I gotta diss her, cuz she sippin on the sizzurp
still Im tryna eat it up, like a dutch baby
at the walkers bros after we smoke a dutch, baby
thats my pancake house, its so clutch baby
if I was a rich man, I would hit it up daily
Im never flaky but I bring the crescent rolls out,
I get to baking and Im whipping up the toll house
fry the bacon and it smell around the whole house
even left a cookie on a plate in case we got a mouse

Playin hunger games but my name isn't Katniss
got a bag of chips gettin dips in the catnip

this is food wraps, in other words, burritos
tapatio's gettin splashed on tacquitos
more food wraps, flowin like the rios
hittin like a free throw, and feelin like a C-Note

I think I got a sweet tooth in my family tree
Im eatin candy and addin to my dentistry
you can call me Uncle Buck,
RIP to Johnny
up in Heaven flexin bet he's eatin a salame
pastrami sandwhich combo with the cilantro
thats the freshest taste, yup, thats what we got it on for
my food is crispy like a snap, crackle, pop
I taost a bagel with the jam on top
and the jam won't stop
til its nothing left to eat
crackin eggs with my pen and I beat em with the beat
and I mix em with the meat, chicken thighs make my meal complete
that cinnamon is sweet with the yellow curry, magnifique

this is food wraps, in other words, burritos
tapatio's gettin splashed on tacquitos
more food wraps, flowin like the rios
hittin like a free throw, and feelin like a C-Note

Playin hunger games but my name isn't Katniss
got a bag of chips gettin dips in the catnip
Track Name: Return of the Super Ape
Its the return of the Super Ape, smokin out the super 8
mary jane help my brain just lubricate
Im on the interstate, thinkin bout my dinner plate
a hot dish of crawfish and orange gatorade
mixed with the tangueray, I cant go away
whiskey and tequila how you figure I would motivate?
I hit the road today, on a bicycle
a popsicle woulda been appropriate
considering how nice it was
almost as nice as my flow
I get around like I was Pac while he was rockin a show
Im in a dope bracket, you dont want me as a foe
like you were in a dope racket with a needle of blow
yuck
talk to me and be my bro
Id rather be chill wit ya as we burn some dro
like it was highschool, back when we learned to pour
but I dont gotta go into it cuz you already know
I been poppin and lockin
and fuckin rockin
the plots are forgotten when I start shadow boxin
defeat aint a option
so Im walkin on my own two feet to the beat that Im clockin

the way I open shop on em is a lost art
the way you hit your rock bottom is you tried to spar
Im not evil but my goatee looks like Jafar
Im either chillin in my house or Im at the bar
Im at the tavern, tryna talk like Dan Rathers
you always got a bone to pick like you Marshall Mathers
youll get slapped backwards like you the mad hatter
if you come at Patch with words of bad chatter
Im just clownin, herb smokin and brew downin
out in the mountain town playin Betty Davis
I got a mustache now like my name was Jarvis
Im also turned the fuck up because I play the hardest
you dont wanna get my style fuckin rainin down
cuz youre talkin that shit, what ya claimin now?
Ima put it like this so you dont wonder how
Ill be the dopest defendant up at your mother's trial
Track Name: Green Light District
let the green fall in, split it down the back I
lick it on the sides, put it back together, thats right
get high,
get high
get high

okay, the first come, the first served
lets sit back and get blurred
hit that, no chit chat, that shit fat
we boutta swerve
a quick wrap, thats my word
a swisher sweet, thats preferred
this heat is my whole world
tahitian treat with the chicken shack
stupid shit, that cracks me up
my custom shit, that swags me up
back up when I light this up
takin flight, out height is up
if we get low, call the weedman
that no stems, no seeds man
that 3 for 20 man,
cali price, not chicago land

let the green fall in, split it down the back I
lick it on the sides, put it back together, thats right
get high,
get high
get high

if its a medical issue, I understand that
but if its not, I still commend that
smokin up, wit ya grandad
blissful peace in a gram bag
smooth shit, that Teddy Pendergrass
mary jane, hot, in a mini dress
easy ridin, nothin strenuous
fun times like playin NES
Ill help your attitude
ill lift you up to attitude
ride on my chairlift with you
well burn and hit a few
I dont know what to do
stoned like an Olmec head
with a notty fuckin dread
as I puff with you

let the green fall in, split it down the back I
lick it on the sides, put it back together, thats right
get high,
get high
get high
Track Name: Opium Den Swag Ft. M.A. Trace
my name is Mr. Turban Head, see me earnin bread
got your head noddin back like a percocet
too ill like ya boy on the verge of death
but he aint murdered yet
cuz Im flossin like Im Pocahontas
lookin to the future like Im Nostradomus
see myself inside the white house with the Obamas
everything under the sun, we in the Bahamas
gotta make a beat, chop it up like Benihanas
in pajamas til midday
Ill catch your crew off guard like "what he say?"
every day Patch raps thats a holy day
and Im so deep in it I cant go away
and Im flowin like a Japanese kimono
bars that would make Steve Harvey go "oh no!"
like Toto, gettin swept away by a tornado
when I get on the mic you look powerless like NATO
so lay low
I look like captain planet pickin up a scrap of trash
you know we're talkin bout the future if you chat with Patch
you better not be actin posh cuz the act wont last
you could find me in the bar, tryna grab an ass
ask me about my dick,
now we're on a conversation bout something big
dont be simple minded
you can go and have your cig
Ima wait right here cuz I don't smoke that shit


[MA Trace Verse]

You can call me mister "salute me or ill shoot the
lyrical 50 cal in your batman movie"
not a lot can move me, only music ever soothed me
that and getting pussy so dont push me if you like the groovy
cuz I might trade in my drumpad for chasin ass
and I might live out a backpack while blazin paths
you can find me at the apex of slaying tracks
cuz Im the man of the millenium with amazing abs
so now Im breaking bad and my ad libs are off the wall
I turn your rap cypher to baghdad when I heed the call
the fact that I even noticed you might be a good reason to ball
have a party and a countdown and we can celebrate your fall
this shit is dirtier than peanuts in a space rock
we take shots at rap when patch and MA Trace rock
so if u wack you should feel offended
sittin in a rented for your video and soundin like plascenta
but the truth hurts thats why you wanna avoid it
and since youll never be recruited to stand next to my portrait
I can see why you would hate me but a battle, you cant afford it
settin the booth off, might fuck around break somethin
I need insurance on the studio
cuz im wound up so tight like the hair on coolio
so now its time for me to smoke that doobie tho
rap game dean martin, doobie doobie doobie yoooooo
Track Name: Kush Break Pt. III (Purple In My Beard)
take that kush break, kush break
I don't want the haters no more
take that kush break you gotta take that kush break
I don't want the haters

Kush break for my haters, kush break for my attitude
kush change my behavior so im smokin all of dem flavors
zonin out to my major, thats philosophy I go deeper
I dont need a personal savior, dont need jesus hittin my beeper
Im a leader, at the bar I drink a liter
my lady friends a keeper, bout to bring her home and seed her
my chef game is superior so I feed her
we take hits like derek jeter
but I do not rock no wife beaters, just classy sweaters

take that kush break, kush break
I don't want the haters no more
take that kush break you gotta take that kush break
I don't want the haters

and I dont wanna talk, I just wanna go burn and blaze it
now you know, how to speak my language
packin pipes until the landscape changes
motivation my relaxation
im a broke doctor, all out of patience
shit talkin is for the vagrants
you flagrant you get no translations
sometimes you gotta take a break from reality
sometimes you gotta stop caring bout your salary
not too long but just enough to keep your sanity
it gets too hard sometimes getting caught up in the vanity

take that kush break, kush break
I don't want the haters no more
take that kush break you gotta take that kush break
I don't want the haters

sittin back and im relaxin,
pipe packed with tree action
no hate on my premises
and my nemesis is a reaction
slow pace my mental state
appreciate whats really great
like art and love
and my breakfast plate
high above all the petty hate
my world connects with a lot of people
whose light shine like irridescent beetles
Im getting saved with no church steeple
thats that loud that purple diesel
Track Name: Cheddar Fries
my flow goes, no holdin back
I run around with my soul intact
I lift off on my jetpack
my swisher rolled and I smoke that wrap
you could see my life in everything I write right down
the day you don't Ill put the mic down
I fuck around with the realest sound
the beauty of the art is
even in the lifeless
work of art, the artist
still exists inside it
you could see my mind everytime I confide it
and you would still find it even if I tried to hide it
so I never try, I testify
too real, cant tell a lie
my flow feel so edified
posted up, eatin cheddar fries
at Miustard's last, I touch the past
so fire cuz Im puffin grass
you know I got so high it wouldn't take much to make me laugh
but I dont know what happened
where'd it go from there?
life just moves so fast and
I was unprepared
I was in love last year
now Im sittin here
thinkin bout the breakup and how life is so unfair, but

even though the clock is runnin down, I run around
I don't wanna live in fear, I wanna live in style
even tho sometimes I frown, Ill return your smile
this life is really goin down, make it worth your while

call me Hades, cuz I want your soul
in the music, just lose control
fuck a technical skill, because its very boring
and fuck the sound of the 90s in 2014
its time to innovate, somethin that I never heard
Im a fan of Lil B I put that on my word
it doesnt mean that biggie smalls isnt dope no more
but he was dope in 94, kid, grow up
Ima ween you off the bottle
I can be the perfect model
citizen of chicago so my soul is precious cargo
I feel like Im in Fargo, walkin around Montana
violate my embargo and Ill feed the woodchipper your bandana
this is officially a no wack zone,
that means most you other rappers need to go back home
All I play is Kool Keith while I drink patron
and I bump Lil Bibby on my cell phone
you might not see the relevance
you might not see how this relates to the chorus
you might think that Im just stuntin on some bullshit
but you might have missed the statement

even though the clock is runnin down, I run around
I don't wanna live in fear, I wanna live in style
even tho sometimes I frown, Ill return your smile
this life is really goin down, make it worth your while

who do you call bout the painting on the wall when the artist is dead
and you want an interpretation of what he meant
but all youve got is what he said?
yourself motherfucker
call on your self motherfucker

youre the one who injects the meaning into the work
based on your own life experiences
preferences and points of view
I cant hold your hand for you
go listen to young eternal and tell me what the fuck it means
Track Name: So Real
Im the rap game modern father
quote the pope, my alma mater
I soak in holy water
run my bath and splash your daughter
dont do it how its proper
Im louder than a chopper
gettin high as helicopters
so I try avoidin coppers
bitch I dare you try to stop us
that left side, cant top us
that heavy weight, that quick pace,
that shuffle step ya cant drop us
if you livin on the avenue
doin what you have to do
you know Im not mad at you
just keep on tryna elevate ya crew
I do this for my people too
them ones whos workin
them still in school
wont find me with retarded fools
from now I say bein smart is cool
I step back, put on my jetpack
fly to the next rap, install the next Patch
no stress relapse, walk a fresh path
leave fresh prints in the snow where I sesh
Will Smith, bring heat to a sheet of some cold steel
reveal forms and shapes I make it so real
go Ill, thats my home and motto still
west coast where I roam I want more thrills
gold plate cup and its so filled
fat stacks in a bag from the dope deal
flow dirty dont know how the soap feel
dirty ass white kicks, bitch thats so real

thats so real

I got a 50 dollar phone card,
swag like Im in Micronesia
smokin douja, nice to meet ya
opposite of Ebeneezer
never wailin on the paper boy like an old geezer
Im payin dues up in the winter, thats a cold visa
I aint a freshman but I am the man
and I am so fresh tho
resemble salsa fresco
flows bounce like baloncesto
we straight up ballin, lets go
get drunk and steal some po'boys
turn up and make some more noise
turn up and make some more noise!
Track Name: Microphone Barbarian
microphone barbarian, Im groovy
aint no supporting cast up in my movie
tell your baby girl, baby girl! she can do me
if she let me hit it then Ill let her hit my doobie

Im chillin in the H.A.S.T.A. from now til days later
sittin on stacks of paper, Mr. Jones is a hater
graduate, Im a major innovator of this flavor
I keep it simple, sample off the record player
Im one hundred percent raw lyrical slayer
and Im out the atmosphere but Im still a rhymesayer
and Ill ease your mood like a handful of bayer
cuz Patch is that dude, every rap is a prayer
and Im not a player but I am hittin sheets
Im as smooth with my woman as I am with the beats
Im in the crib, not out roamin the streets
flickin my bic lid, my cypher complete
this aint for vanity sake,
dont rock no cuff and no crease
Im talkin fuckin the police
when I puff the slow heat
Im walkin on a cloud, when I dance on the drum track
I think I lost my mind and I hope it dont come back
dont call it a comeback
bitch call it a come up
Im grabbib that one up
and squashin yall numb nuts

microphone barbarian, Im groovy
aint no supporting cast up in my movie
tell your baby girl, baby girl! she can do me
if she let me hit it then Ill let her hit my doobie

back in the days we ate bosco cheese sticks
jamaican meat pies, we aint no elitists
never worried about my temple or what to feed it
but now and then im thinkin more about me eatin
im also thinkin bout what ima do this weekend,
shit, im tryna hit up my girl and do no speakin
im tryna go to a show and get to freakin
i got some weed to blow, ima be reekin
thats all ya boy really know, so let me percolate
im workin late to serve the greatest hip hop that you heard today
the murder rate is sky high for chi guys with empty plates
who deviate their septums lookin for somethin new to scrape
so i appreciate every meal im eatin every deal ive gotten
cuz the big apple is fuckin rotten
but never forgotten
i keep the struggle in my mind
even tho im doin fine and im just another fuckin

microphone barbarian, Im groovy
aint no supporting cast up in my movie
tell your baby girl, baby girl! she can do me
if she let me hit it then Ill let her hit my doobie
Track Name: Sleeping Dogs Die
a bus full of kids just crashed on the side of the road
and everybody died on the road
and i feel so stupid, feel so stupid
thinkin up my little flows, like it matters
i dont even know what im after
i got no message as a rapper
just gettin high with the rafters
floatin by all the factors
and i wanna get a dog and a new plant
and i wanna make a song and a new dance
and i wanna start over with a new chance
and i act like im so advanced
those dead kids cant start over
i never felt so fuckin sober
all alone like the mars rover
waitin til the first of october
so i can turn 25, another year alive
but me and my mirror cant see eye to eye
and i act so surprised that we all gotta die
but i knew it all along way deep in my mind

obsessed with life upset with death
id really like to just forget
upset with life obsessed with death
id really like to just forget

and i feel so stupid, feel so stupid
for always tryna hang on but still i gotta do it

and i know its just the fact that its recent
and i know the yin and yang stay even
and i know i live my life for a reason
cuz i feel joy come and go with the seasons

fuck your money i wont sell
fuck your money i wont cop
can we just stop to talk
i got a lot of new things to tell
about life and death, but oh well
you gotta stop to breathe or you fail
dont let your life become jail
avoiding death is your hell
too afraid of the end to begin your tale

youre gonna feel stupid, youre gonna feel stupid
oh, so stupid
youre gonna feel stupid
if you dont start livin life before ya lose it...
Track Name: Golden William
in my whip im rollin
feelin like im golden
Patch William is holdin
the dopest shit you knowin

playin out my stereo
higher than an aerial
here he come and there he go
from Bozeman to Ontario

My name is Patch William, Im too damn cold
24 years old
forget what you been told
bout life cuz you can break that mold
be original, no need to fake your flows
we all got influences, be true to em when it shows
Im not fuckin hoes
why the fuck would you ever wanna be fuckin hoes?
im fuckin classy women
im into pacifism
im into deep philosophy and tryna gain the wisdom
justice for ancient victims
im bout to paint with written
words to attain the vision
we all got problems but dont forget that you still livin
stay focused,
we all surivors so we rockin with the roaches
you playin, you need some coaches
im sayin sometimes this game is hostess
that means its too sweet for me to eat
im fillin up the garbage wit ya wack posters
lets try to keep it level
my decibels break your window
so I should earn a medal
cuz im so fuckin metal
society be runnin game I feel compelled to meddle
distortion thru a wah pedal with a flower petal
peace to ya all
shouts out to the middle east and the fall
of the ukrainian walls
cuz its too real when them tanks rollin, rollin
hipsters be complainin while they rollin, rollin
actin like coachella is an omen, omen
bitch outkast can shit better music than skrillex
thats why I know I gotta kill it
thats why I kill it
and I know you gotta feel it,
yup, I know you feel it

in my whip im rollin
feelin like im golden
Patch William is holdin
the dopest shit you knowin

playin out my stereo
higher than an aerial
here he come and there he go
from Bozeman to Ontario

you ever hear of pronoia? Thats the opposite of paranoia
when you feel the universe is rootin for ya
I know sometimes I seem depressed
because I rap about death
but in reality I feel blessed with every breath [yes]
I got albums in a stockpile, please dont stalk my profile
wanna see my profile then check my dope ass album cover
shouts out to the artists, shouts out if you work the hardest
real life is more than all your credit card charges
more than web traffic, more than who can reach the farthest
make your own bracket, we dont all have to be martyrs
but still, peace to soldiers
I know you think youre doin the right thing
and thats enough for me to salute ya,
I know youre pushin boulders
up the hill like Sisyphus and pitchin fits for flag holders
I just hope you always stay your own soul controller
remember mashin those controllers on that goldeneye
you were known to die,
in the kitchen let that bacon fry
thats how we all gotta stay alive
I remember when I was 4 and 5
with that Teenage Mutant Turtle Swag
now Im 24 and I
cant afford a new ford
Like Sunny said, Im new poor
I know what I do me for
but what do you do you for?
Im euphoric, like I was rockin a fedora
and Im still soarin, cuz Patch William is Golden
see Patch William is Golden, Im Golden

in my whip im rollin
feelin like im golden
Patch William is holdin
the dopest shit you knowin

playin out my stereo
higher than an aerial
here he come and there he go
from Bozeman to Ontario
Track Name: Take Em By Surprise Ft. Rob Menace
just a young buck, wanna get the flow right
swing a nunchuck, comin up in your fight
take the game over, you will lose your life
Im the one up, shell toed turnpike
comin thru more traffic than a porn site
stay ahead of the curve, I got foresight
you gotta exit if you aint got a invite
cuz Im bout to excite, ya I really get hype
whats that, I bust that
suckas wanna hush that
fuck that I rush back
they aint got a nutsack
I get a lotta recognition for the true rap
I know a lotta mothafuckers that can do that
comin up in the cityt its a guarantee
that a dope boy will rap, so apparently
Im the mothafuckin man you can never be
and Ima hand you your ass if you step to me

I been fuckin schemin, tryna follow all my dreamin
let me show my reason why I wont just stop believin
Ive been fuckin fiending, touchin buttons every evening
polishing my sequence, now you know my true allegiance

[Rob Menace Verse]

I been fuckin schemin, tryna follow all my dreamin
let me show my reason why I wont just stop believin
Ive been fuckin fiending, touchin buttons every evening
polishing my sequence, now you know my true allegiance

I roll with the winters, I been survivin the summers
you lookin at winners because we droppin them numbers
ballin in the alley, make it rain with the jumpers
we them real cold boys aint a sucka among us
we been doin this since we was youngins, droppin the flows
off the top with the freestyles, anything goes
definition of reckless and maybe it shows
in the attitude we bring to the lyrics composed
nowadays im feelin doper than the industry
got my swag on a level you aint never seen
you aint on my level im higher than the evergreens
we were drinkin everclear back when we were teens
see i could never stop the bodyrock, probably not
and even if i never make it up to the top
even if i never make a dollar, never pop
fuck it ill be an underground legend
this is hip hop!