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Man of the Millenium

by Patch William

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1.
King William 03:15
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
2.
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)
3.
3 AM Again 03:09
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
So Real 02:58
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!
12.
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
13.
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...
14.
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
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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!

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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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