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Butterscotch
03:00
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Butterscotch
Prod. D Lynch -Slauson Boy
Intro:
Pats A Moody Prick-Sopranos
Chorus:
Butterscotch candy coated paintjob
Bars cut deep like a chainsaw, only way you poppin is a pop tart (you sweet) Ima one man band like a rockstar I’m my own drummer like a rockstar, Ima one man band like a rockstar, I’m a drummer boy like a rock star Be Your Own Boss poppin off like shot caller
Verse:
Yea I been tryna double my disciple tread the streets like my shoes are tires by Michillin. When I cruise by the haters be like it’s him again. Yea but for me it’s all love like it was Wimbledon pop it’s cinematic slow motion dip in traffic im carasmatic with woman that’s why they say I’m savage. Ugh But the truth is I’m a hopeless romantic. And it always ends w/ intentions lost in semantics. Yea This the westside where they take a g-ride for a test drive do a drive by verse when I spit a 16 like a tech nine aiming for your third eye it’s a headshot ain’t no next time. Bow
Chorus:
Butterscotch candy coated paintjob
Bars cut deep like a chainsaw, only way you poppin is a pop tart (you sweet) Ima one man band like a rockstar I’m my own drummer like a rockstar, Ima one man band like a rockstar, I’m a drummer boy like a rock star Be Your Own Boss poppin off like shot caller
Verse:
We from the place where they reckless roll up rebellious and the thugs got water dripping that’s flowing from off the necklace the shore line in the west got the the crips banging on Venice the same spot you got the jealous hipsters acting pretentious. Ha judgmental Mutha fuckas hating the lifestyle I document it with every sentience I write down. Make no mistake choose a side the time is right now the president done barricade himself inside the White House. (Pussy). I gaze off to the moon tryna remain calm Float off like a balloon stuck in a rainstorm I’m on that seven day theory No days off You shit week should never have left your Day job
Chorus:
Butterscotch candy coated paintjob
Bars cut deep like a chainsaw, only way you poppin is a pop tart (you sweet) Ima one man band like a rockstar I’m my own drummer like a rockstar, Ima one man band like a rockstar, I’m a drummer boy like a rock star Be Your Own Boss poppin off like shot caller
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Jason Vourhes
Mister CR ft Patrick Antonian
You Straight Trash. Losing your morals for petty cash. It’s the return of the assassin like I’m vinny paz except it’s skinny pat strapped with a mini mack smoking a backstabbed like Kush in a Philly wrap. You brought a knife to gun fight ready to brawl smiling in my face but praying on my downfall hate is a virus that’s being blocked by my firewalls I reinstall the canon balls and I blast em all. You could ask Jamal vicious on these enemies a Lebanese soldier that wear his heart on his sleeve. The pressure so heavy make it harder to breath. Please believe steal your life like the devilish thieves then leave. I got infinite love and like to share success unless you attacking the king like a game of chess. You ain’t got a damn clue cause your souls possessed the food for thot is not fresh can’t be digested
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Sunrays
02:29
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Chorus:
I blaze & go bathe in the sunshine
I’ve traded my old ways and enough time
Embracing the sunrays in my bloodline
It’s making me feel good like a drug high
Verse2:
I’m having Some Nightmares of a paradigm (old Life) Was tried of getting chased by the 1time adding on to the years still ahead of time heading towards the hill Feeling terrified. Common goal with my bros and we been On a roll stacking points And building houses like Dominos close my eyes and melt away in the audio. Sunshine is love smoke is the cardio-ha
Chorus:
I blaze & go bathe in the sunshine
I’ve traded my old ways and enough time
Embracing the sunrays in my bloodline
It’s making me feel good like a drug high
Verse3:
never re-Gret a word that I spit like a demagogue still get paid Know the time this a cartier tank even tho it’s not a Audinere. Pick any track bangs bar to bar in the musical catalogue I murder track The villain is back you better Call the mortician to all the dick riders Mutha fuckas that zone is only for women. (Sorry buddy) Used to chill wit the gang gang gang. I don’t even really miss Em But I might still hang hang hang only Dealin with the real ones
Chorus:
I blaze & go bathe in the sunshine
I’ve traded my old ways and enough time
Embracing the sunrays in my bloodline
It’s making me feel good like a drug high
I blaze & go bathe in the sunshine
I’ve traded my old ways and enough time
Embracing the sunrays in my bloodline
It’s making me feel good like a drug high
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Double down with the fitness about my business ugh
Some say it’s a sickness it’s gettin vicious huh
When I think about riches focus my lense and hit it over the fence
Someone call the forensics. Ugh
I’ll kill the witness plus making dollars and true sense by writing a sentence.
Bro Vocab chemist roll out benses murder a mic live ugh
Perform throw down senseless ho
Blow out engines ugh
The top gun smoking weed till the cops come and
Still get a lot done it’s Pat pretty Tony that’s a hot one
Mack tens with rigatoni shells and a shot gun
A true real one, you are not one
I eat a tunaroll chillin atcha funeral
With the blood still stuck under my cuticles
You a backseat athlete
I’m Kobe with shot
Metaphorically pack heat it’s that deep.
When the party goes down, Ima Air It out
If your man try to flex Ima wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass, Ima wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
Yo I shine like oily skin
If you ever front on the God im going straight for the limbs
Like bean and them to to R kim
Loose your kufi, your man will wheel you around with no limbs
Knocking out Doctors in the ER
My man came in the line fucking with you and Soldier in C-yard
Word life, jail house, Rubber grip ice pics
You know the fat candy canes the bangers is that thick
So pass the stick smoke in the air she was a bad bitch
But ended up being a catfish
Love at first sight for the clothing at Saks fifth established
Said she prayed but acted sac-religious
Only after the riches cant trust half of these bitches
If not a hundred I’m still pimping on something
With a thick one vanilla sintrinelle smokin joints w/ White Zinfandel
Like a kingpin that got bricks for sale
When the party goes down, Ima Air It out
If your man try to flex Ima wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass, Ima wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
The rocks in my watch, every year I change the stones
Around the same time when they change the phones
Big collar furs, spitting out Asty, twin Bugattis that names April and Ashanty
Swiss accounts police paid guarding the cribbo
Everything liquid the feds think we're dead broke
Where they houses at? where they cars at
They cant link us to the fountain thats pouring cash
Naw, if I could slow the speed of time down, bullets will float through mid air
Hit the ground. I make the killers run the other way in wise town
There for wise to still be alive to blow it down
Air it out. Wear Them out
This is real shit. Real thugs talk about
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Sand Script Prod: Bei Ru
01:27
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I spent years on these tracks revving my engine. Had to take a break but I came back with a vengeance. My mothers love projects off my emblems. A two piece hanging from the neck that’s the heirloom building blocks of traditions from the heritage walk with uncomparable pride but no arrogance. We come from the same source check the evidence. Any body seeking the proof faced with censorship. Fuck that we truth speakers like Lateef from the bay theres rumors of a beast in LA Take the beliefs and mix it with the grief & the pain ill techniques a little bit of speech from his brainwaves ever since eighty three it’s been airy feek. That means fuck you bro it’s just the way we speak. a mastermind like doctor frankinstien pushing the limits of reality past the line. Ugh
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Pour Up another cup, spark one throw it up, switching lanes. my eyes in the rear view. so fresh so clean my whole team doing shit you wish you could but you can't do. another day another dollar, get the money and the power. Living life to the fullest cause we earned this. It's been a long time coming but we kept it moving.
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In Front of You ft GAWDS
03:20
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Building up the structure that I calibrate a castaway that gain akalades in a mascaraed. Always thinking to find a better and faster way and giving up is hard to do like Donny Hathaway. I got it lock trust it’s second nature healing the world thru herbal medical echinacea i contested elected mayors peeled back the layers you found out if you smarter than a fifth grader.
I need a queen that make me wanna do better. It’s a new era of dumb bitches that you measure through a few pleasures im been known to ruffle the goose feathers news header player for life till the true pressure. I’m the catch Never chasin I’m the coach, like a sponge, you attached, This won’t last, im a ghost. In fact The whole time I was my heart was feeling ambivalent felt the dissonance when she spoke of her own innocence. I Upgraded
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Fear And Loathing In LA w/ Namek
Chorus:
Roll a couple Js get ya mind blown
From the city where we shine like rhinestones
the fly females throw an eye roll
Cap and a stem we call that a micro
(Mario Adlib eating mushroom)
I love a night when I’m chillin with my folks out first things first we gettin all smoked out. Pre game crack a bottle time to call the hoes now. LA on fly shit it’s
goin down. Pumpernickel Pat I get to the bread yea I might ask won’t beg for the head. Won’t call my ex for no sex. I got a fly new bitch that’s lined up on my group text. She’ll bring a friend mayne. Both groupies of my pen game. Know my shit on fire like Methane fear and loathing but give the best brain when the drug calls its so damn temptingly. back side is magical throw it back like a lateral. It’s a touch down i night act like an animal. (Rough)
And she a burned out hoe that will burn down homes if she catch you throwing down bones Im like dominoe.
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Cologne ft Dj Merk 1200
02:30
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Verse1:
Yea got my day ones with me that’s family
Always gotta hold each other down like gravity not using the heart kills the muscle it’s atrophy we all just tryna get back to some sort of normality. I max the size of capacity of the one in my chest. So when I speak heart my sleeve a testimony (yea) the passion comes from a true musically sanctimony (yea) forever married to the game in holy matrimony (I do) deep rooted in the west we stay creating with some affiliate rap legends across the nation. Losing patients for haters talking that major shit. They broke and don’t even have a Dollar to wager with.
Chorus:
If you acting all weird Ima leave yo ass alone. Why you say you grown when you crying on the phone. Talking down to me I could hear it in your tone if you acting weird We leave yo ass alone, yea We leave yo ass alone yea Ima Leave yo ass alone can’t understand each other like Rosetta Stone jealousy is in the air you could smell it like cologne
Verse2:
Being humbles the only way I know how to be, that’s the trait that makes me a human anomaly knowing your worth is like hitting the fucking lottery success will be the revenge for the haters who doubted me. We all stars that shine as a objective personal quasars that bind as a collective ugh coming together to show the meaning of loyalty selling the records and reinvesting the royalties we relatives that party hard like executives and spread love like a shotgun kill off the negatives (boom) mumble ass rappers need to get off the sedatives cut the emotional rap and stop being sensitive
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And every year the game gets more saturated infected by the same style it’s contaminated. If You had a shot but your gun wasn’t calibrated the drip you bought had to be pawned evaporated. And I don’t care if I ever make it. See The pen guides my path till I reach my own destination getting hard to breath asphyxiation headed for the top of the hill tho no navigation Penthouse vacation ever city a skyscraper it be Ironic if lyrics buy me those elevators It’s not about the respect not even paper music took my breath and hiphop is the respirator
I been needing a fresh start Losing my mom left an empty hole in my heart I started Pouring my pain into this abstract art. Music gave me strength to get me past that part. Yea By definition a true Queen the memories burn in my soul like gasoline its that extreme Sometime I still see her in my dreams when it crosses my mind it gets hard to breathe
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Patrick Antonian Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles Grimy Rap
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