Mytosis (Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil, See No Evil)

by Patrick Antonian

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***Mytosis... Mixtape by Patrick Antonian... Definition of a new path from an old life. MYTOSIS!!! (Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil, See No Evil)
***Features from Sebu Simonian of Capital Cities, Vicious Automatic, Mariano, Lucien Josephy, Ali Baba, The Original Stylis, Reef, Paycheq, & More.
***Production from Sebu Simonian for Capital Cities, Bei Ru for Musa Ler Music, Vybe Beatz, Les Correa for Soundmind Industries, Armond, Eddie Correa for Skuffmarx Studios, Maestro, & More
***Album Pic by Zaro, Graphic Design by Detane

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released December 14, 2015

***Mytosis... Mixtape by Patrick Antonian... Definition of a new path from an old life. MYTOSIS!!! (Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil, See No Evil)
***Features from Sebu Simonian of Capital Cities, Vicious Automatic, Mariano, Lucien Josephy, Ali Baba, The Original Stylis, Reef, Paycheq, & More.
***Production from Sebu Simonian for Capital Cities, Bei Ru for Musa Ler Music, Vybe Beatz, Les Correa for Soundmind Industries, Armond, Eddie Correa for Skuffmarx Studios, Maestro, & More
***Album Pic by Zaro, Graphic Design by Detane

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Patrick Antonian Los Angeles, California

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Patrick Antonian is a Los Angeles based musician. Mostly focusing on music licensing for TV series' with features on FOX, CBS, ABC, TNT, VH1, Spike TV, Netflix, TLC, & more.

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Track Name: Make It Big (Intro)
The street science is the motivator. We hustling hard and stacking up the real paper. Standing on top of the city like a sky scrapper. smoking n blunts yelling out fuck a hater. we the ones its wood and H1, the Young Gun. Out in the streets getting us some. Its been a long run, Its been a long life. I woke up feeling that white from last night. Yeeeeaaaa, Im still stuck in my party mode feeling zombie from the bottle of patron. blow a blunt, pop a this, get right back in the zone. LA kings, its summer time we chilling at home, I love it. Blowing smoke in the streets like we own the public. Fuck sony for not giving us budgets. I still get it cause of how I does it. Two thousand and ten, Living life like fuck it. We Rugged.
Track Name: 5 Felonies
Chorus:
My paper slow, I need a raise it up. got things for the low, you need to pay to puff. if you ain't got dough, don't say wassup just shoot me to flow and take the dub.My paper slow, I need a raise it up. got things for the low, you need to pay to puff. if you ain't got dough, don't say wassup just shoot me to flow and take the dub. Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from my freedom. Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from my freedom.

Verse1:
Butch cassidy, the cartridge family. shoot outs in broad day, straight insanity. I aint afraid of showing them how it goes. They six feet deep in the dirt with head stones. I let go. Brrrat, they tell tho, rrrats. Kill a snitch boy, the meaning of boom/bap. bebop a cop, leave his head chopped like blocks. I like brains me and her having them long talks. she aint a smoker, telling me that its social. The next thing I know she blow the O up. I supply the brittany like Im Sosa. Comatose the top of the Testarosa. Soon as her man gone, I move in like sand storms. In ever hole Im looking to slam bone like dominoes. She a brick house like the commodores. I love green, Im popeye, she straight Olive oil

Chorus:
My paper slow, I need a raise it up. got things for the low, you need to pay to puff. if you ain't got dough, don't say wassup just shoot me to flow and take the dub.My paper slow, I need a raise it up. got things for the low, you need to pay to puff. if you ain't got dough, don't say wassup just shoot me to flow and take the dub. Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from my freedom. Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from my freedom.

Verse2:
Im 5 felonies away from my freedom, Never joined them I decided to beat em. Its killing season, all rhyme and no reason. Unload the whole clip and they stop breathing. these hoes and pros when they start skeezin, the nose candy got em open and sneezing, we going home, they getting ready for beatings. I beat a girl down, she part of my world now. Im going down my facial is pearl bond. Im a nympho-maniac. throw backs and snap backs, bring the 80's back. smashing thunder cats. Girl your beautiful, aint nothin new to you, but the difference is, we got the chemistry. lets get together we can mix it all up, before Im locked up or your man pop up.

Chorus:
My paper slow, I need a raise it up. got things for the low, you need to pay to puff. if you ain't got dough, don't say wassup just shoot me to flow and take the dub.My paper slow, I need a raise it up. got things for the low, you need to pay to puff. if you ain't got dough, don't say wassup just shoot me to flow and take the dub. Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from my freedom. Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from freedom, Five felonies from my freedom.
Track Name: Four Doors
Verse 1 (Patrick Antonian):
We are eating savage ways, dip around the alleyways, cruise to the hood boy the whip is looking candy paint. Its black licorice, smooth edges just like some scissor kicks, I'm Nicolas Caged inside some money making business'. I am indigenous, woodcrafting commissionist. pick a path to the road of adventure life is ridiculous. 25 is for ever. Keep My soul in the center. I'm talking in life years and black polished Beretta. get cheddar, love life, live it ain't nothing better. I spit the truth on the canvas painting pictures in textures. cats that can't hear that bullshit like they would Deaf Leppards. we official money getters. ya'll some bed wetter. The soul sciences are building like blocks. Im from the west coast, got me feeling like Pac. Its Patron time with Pat. That feeling don't stop. Like you off a molly in Vegas & passing out shots.

Verse 2(Mariano):
Gun ya'll weed, but your brain cold meat. When you on the street you hope your enemy get cold feet. Your friends think your wild when you drunk and high. I stack money piles. You just a funny guy. I never hate my competition I just put them to bed. You be rollin with the Feds, I hold it down with the dread. Roll a spliff up, put the piece to your head. You a dead man walking, aint no need for re-meds. You acting like I won't peel and hit you with my guns heel, You think you'll live forever, man that shit is un-real. You a done deal. and there's no way around it. I paid my hitman and he said, ay, forget about it. My main man, following through with the game plan. My 45 will swallow your crew, make you say damn. I lick a shot and watch the crowd stampede. And I can hit you in the thought, so you could watch your man bleed.

Verse 3(Lucien Josephy):
I never fall off dog. Thats one of my promises. Politically inclined, thats why I roll with Obamases. I got that sweet talk for all the ladies in the place, baby just incase you don't know where the king, well heres the ace. yea I fucked Savana. Gave her a hundred no vig, pull down my pants, She said damn you got a big dick. Shut the fuck up bitch. You want proof, call me snoop. Bend you over doggy style. Then we did it on the roof. Im officially blowed. Celebrate, lets toast. We pretty thugs, hit the beach. L.A. the westcoast. with the DVD clarity, 50 inch flat screen. You ask me do I still rap, I ask you what does that mean. Still got the quotables. Call me time magazine. I still get so high, Its like I defy gravity. Bitch you aint got nothin on the rich ever other day my whole dress code switch, Like this.

Verse 4(Ali Baba)
Clap ratchets, fat bags of that black magic. Rap with a hatchet, Straight jacket latches. Clay Cashes. Jab sting like a bee, Move like a butterfly, knife to the spleen. Take on your team dolo, Im Hans solo, Codine cowboy niggaz lean like a cholo. Spicy mango, triple black durango, We jumps out, pumps out,Bloody your Kangol. Your neck hairs stand up, Dave Chapelle, Choppin up lines of that Zoey Day Channel, Like Michelle, My Bell. Low life west, throwing up my 2 Ls. Black sand beaches, Black & tan kef cappachinos with the peaches. Smoking that Kiesha. Return like Jesus on easter day, with a dime piece and some hashish to blaze. Iesha, you are the girl that I never had and I want to smoke this dutchy with you, with you. Iesha, you are the girl that I never had and Im trine sniff this Chinese with you, with you.
Track Name: Freaky
Verse 1:
These bitches got a fucked up attitude. I'm tired of hood rats, blowing simple things out of magnitude. Drawing blueprints on how to hassle dudes but your fly so it's hard to stay mad at you. what up Ma, you got to work with me. if you a queen you get respect most certainly. give me three seconds and I'll size you up is it worth trust or love or just a fuck. what up? I'm in the club and in love with drugs. You feel the buzz and I know you be feeling like us. So don't play like you innocent. Baby you see through. You wanna fuck just as much as we do. 3 Rules. First of all don't pay attention to the public. Second the most important, don't be scheming my budget. Third for the woman thats bugging. If we break up Don't disrespect the females Im trine fuck with

Chorus:
Hes a man on the hustle with heat, Love the grind and he don't know how to sleep.(Is that right? yea thats right!) Got a different girl everyday of the week. I bet you didn't know your boy was a freak. She want a crib on the Malibu beach and she knows how to get it, its easy. She got a different man everyday of the week. I bet you didn't know your girl was freak.

Verse 2:
Matter fact man, she had me at the house. Sat on my lap and put a titty in my mouth. Im like hold up, I only been here for five minutes, first off Im trine smoke just a little. She gave me head while I'm sitting on the sofa. Rollin up a big fat blunt of that dosia. By the time I was done with my smoke. She had a big shot of jizz in the back of her throat. Im the bed hopper, break you off real proper. I put my balls in the mouth of the sheriffs daughter. One day I get a queen of my own, the truth is, Ima half to leave those chickens alone. Im gone. Thats when the ladies start acting all shady. Making fake stories, but them hoes won't phase me. Lately your ass been acting shady. Its all hood, I still love you baby.

Chorus:
Hes a man on the hustle with heat, Love the grind and he don't know how to sleep.(Is that right? yea thats right!) Got a different girl everyday of the week. I bet you didn't know your boy was a freak. She want a crib on the Malibu beach and she knows how to get it, its easy. She got a different man everyday of the week. I bet you didn't know your girl was freak.

Verse 3:
Its funny how the game works. No telling how many dicks been up that same skirt. Ima have to be a lot more picky. Check a bitch blood test score before a quicky. Make her wifey, its unlikely. Im that mood swinging pieces that likes to get irie. I got enough bullshit i need to deal with. I wish your mouth came with a Vestax kill switch. Why you act all dramatic. Ego blown outta control like you an actress. Trick bitch! Invited me for the weekend for yelling a beefing, I thought it was freaking. Spit a few kids in her mouth. Peace, Im bout to bounce to the home girls house. Thanks for the quick fix, she said don't trip. I got my own life and some grown ass kids. (Is that Right???)

Chorus:
Hes a man on the hustle with heat, Love the grind and he don't know how to sleep.(Is that right? yea thats right!) Got a different girl everyday of the week. I bet you didn't know your boy was a freak. She want a crib on the Malibu beach and she knows how to get it, its easy. She got a different man everyday of the week. I bet you didn't know your girl was freak.
Track Name: A Capella That Candy
Chorus:
A Capella that Candy, Girl I A Capella that Candy, A Capella that Candy, Girl, It taste cherry like candy.

Verse 1:
Break you like kit Kat, watch your back when I hit that. Im an ass man, a madman switch position when I flip that. its pancakes and syrup the ceiling covered in mirrors. looking chunky like some fritters, I won't eat it if its bitter. you forget them other nerds you can come and get this jaw breaker, its clean and it all catered, I'm lean with the bomb flavor. I keep em happy when Im Servin, Ever Pack for pack. we selling out the shelves and I got them calling back

Chorus:
A Capella that Candy, Girl I A Capella that Candy, A Capella that Candy, Girl, It taste cherry like candy.

Verse 2:
Mmmmmmmmm...thats food for the soul and we getting outta control. Milk is spilling outta that bowl. Im a cereal killer, when it comes to that cream filler. Its a wafer, thats vanilla. Ima beat it like Gorillas. Im a fat boy I don't play around. I put it down, straight round for round. Gaining weight, thats pound for pound. selling weight and thats ounce for ounce. if your friend want it girl, she can get it too. I know your whole click fiendin for that sugar tooth.

Chorus:
A Capella that Candy, Girl I A Capella that Candy, A Capella that Candy, Girl, It taste cherry like candy.

You selling girl scout cookies girl? Let me get a BOX!
Track Name: It's Just Business
Chorus:
You can take the homey out the hood, but you can't take the hood out the homey whether Beverly Hills, Europe, or Uptown, I am still your homey, homey. so even when I'm moving up in the world like the Jeffersons I will still acknowledge my Homies where ever I go, wherever I go. it's just business baby

Verse1 (The Original Stylis):
First and for most I vow to never be fowl to the people who supported me before my kaboom. Where ever I go, I carry that shit Heavy. So no matter my status as I pop or boil, I could not allow or dare a great friendship to foil. You were cool today and an asshole tomorrow. Thats a lost chuckle while your jewels got cargo. The hood don't change only people do and I can not, not be, who those people knew. and I don't consider it a visit, if that visit was a week ago, came form a freeway view. I mean I call you Preview, its Peakacu, Cause you drive by without saying hi. I just know Im horrible at good byes, so ever time I G2G I reply.

Chorus:
You can take the homey out the hood but you can't take the hood out of the homey whether Beverly Hills, Europe, or Uptown, I am still your homey, homey. so even when I'm moving up in the world like the Jeffersons I will still acknowledge my Homies where ever I go, wherever I go. it's just business baby

Verse2(???):
Yea let it rock, they know I push hard. On top support like a push bra. Get it? Never gassed, no need to push cars. Let em be mad on how we push far. Yea, big brother like cisco. Put that on my mother, need butter like nabisco. Put that on the others and my kin folk. they know I been a rider, been a fighter like Kimbo. Love, Life, Liberty, and respect. Without y'all theres no energy, I am left. Mentally just instantly hitting next, Spittin symphonies, substentionally till I rest. Death before dishonor. Loyal representing, they waitin the death of your honor. Best to stay stronger. Cant give a doubt, quitting just as good as failure, So we gone ride a wave, Ima be the sailor.

Chorus:
You can take the homey out the hood but you can't take the hood out of the homey whether Beverly Hills, Europe, or Uptown, I am still your homey, homey. so even when I'm moving up in the world like the Jeffersons I will still acknowledge my Homies where ever I go, wherever I go. it's just business baby

Verse 3 (Patrick Antonian):
Young Troublemakers in the Hollywood streets the double S, southsidin riding hard to the beat. we on some holla at me if you got a problem with me, still on some Holla me if you got a problem with me. aint nothin change but my ZIP Code. the status rise like dough. we applyin heat, the pressure is real bumpoin while gripping the steering wheel enjoying that good smoke, feeling lovely, exhaling a cloud real slow. Yea, I never lost love for the homies in the hood, thats why we never lost touch. Still hustle with fan on the front, its all trust, split everything 3 ways, everything ads up. money in the bank like scrappy and young buck, hollow knee to the chest like tony in Ong Bach. Wont rest till my people eating good an on top. Don't stop, Clock work, we working it all out.

Chorus:
You can take the homey out the hood but you can't take the hood out of the homey whether Beverly Hills, Europe, or Uptown, I am still your homey, homey. so even when I'm moving up in the world like the Jeffersons I will still acknowledge my Homies where ever I go, wherever I go. it's just business baby
Track Name: Champagne
Chorus:
I've been up and I been down I realize money ain't everything. hit up the club pop champagne, but look into my eyes you can see I'm in pain. everybody wants to be a Baller, but money don't solve the problems I've been up and it don't change now I know that money ain't everything

Verse 1 (Vicious Automatic):
Big told us, Mo money Mo problems. Thats they main focus. So whats in your wallet. Everybody wanna be a baller. I stay in the state where they do that at. And the rich get richer. The more money you make, the more money they tax. Hell of a system. The man that gain the world lose his soul. You stuck in a box, you aint got no more room to grow.You don't heat a jiggle when they move their keys, transactions in the streets don't come with receipts. Im a true MC. Vicious can interest like bank annuities. Snap out of it, no more of them dirty politics. It's like I gotta be anonymous on my pursuit to get rich. You could sit back and watch it add up like dollars and cents. My mouth worth at least four knots, I got bars that belong to fort knox. Shit don't change cause you got some change. You can keep your boushey friends and your diamond chains.

Chorus:
I've been up and I been down I realize money ain't everything. hit up the club pop champagne, but look into my eyes you can see I'm in pain. & everybody wants to be a Baller, but money don't solve the problems I've been up and it don't change now I know that money ain't everything

Verse 2 (Reef):
Euthanize a nation, elimination in process. My hair trigger reacts, revolutionary in progress. Kill that bullshit quick, you jump ship when your ship sinks. No contest or competition in the big scheme. Don't mean shit. But the demons keep fuckin with me. but the pain is living deep within me. My enemies my own reflection. Try to numb it but that shit is settled in my spirit. My question of life are gone into the abstract. Yea I got some screws loose, but who's to say I'm wrong. If its all true, I'll fall through tomorrow. If not, then I'll stay up at the bottom or pop another or run from my problems, Im done. Been the same from the start, Chrome hearts won't bleed. A strange decease from my brain where the pain won't ease. Die or get free. Give me those Gs. Fuck what you think and never believe in what you see.

Chorus:
I've been up and I been down I realize money ain't everything. hit up the club pop champagne, but look into my eyes you can see I'm in pain. everybody wants to be a Baller, but money don't solve the problems I've been up and it don't change now I know that money ain't everything

Verse 3 (Patrick Antonian):
Say double ten like the cats in the pen. The same friends hoped off the bus and hopped in a Benz. and we gone valay this bitch and go do it again OPM just got close to a quarter to grimm. we PDs Pimpin and party drugs the pain is deep but I need more than just a couple double cups Im itching to smoke real is getting hard, sick of these thoughts. Clowns of the circus, they circle the surface like life is joke. I point the rifle, make you walk a tight rope. Put one in your brain and you could say I changed your mind tho. Never be a day that Im broke. Pain is instilled Im taking the Pain killers and Patron. Refills with mollys and e-pills and I still got money. Throwing it in the air cause I can't take it with me. I aint never scared. I don't care, its 25 forever in here boy its a timeless appearance.

Chorus:
I've been up and I been down I realize money ain't everything. hit up the club pop champagne, but look into my eyes you can see I'm in pain. everybody wants to be a Baller, but money don't solve the problems I've been up and it don't change now I know that money ain't everything
Track Name: ByMyself
Intro:
You Know how it goes. You all by yourself in this world, Depend on No1, No1!!! Lets Go...

Verse 1:
People Building criticism instead of their inner wisdom everybody's on that cynicism. on the darkest night the most peaceful man will kill for archetypes while the to murder becomes the protocol for righteous. 5% issue 95% image, every ones has got a gimmick, if I speak it, I live it nothing but truth. No emotion living through the formalist approach, on the corner with the toast, smoking a roach with a ghost. keeping watch for the military coups, thinking about changing my ways Im in a visionary mood. Writing and opus. Personality split between Kamapa and Orpheu, spreading terror through musical opiates, reppin OPM. build a good life inside of yourself, be weary of health. A sick man can't stack his wealth. collect data I'll plan to be something greater. even if I'm forced to go and get it

Chorus:
all by myself, trained as a soldier of pain. for ever fightin a war searching for change, all by myself, A slave to the ways of this game, going insane, I'm the only one to blame tho. All By Myself, waiting for the day that I'm slain, into the darkness I'll eventually fade away. All By Myself, Melted wax wings represent my lost freedoms from certain mistakes that I have made in my day

Verse 2:
following rules of communication, phonetically meaning the placement of articulation, Savant idiots can find me where the lost city is. Cats are know to be shapeless, taking the form of something hideous. Los Angeles, serving them serious shots, killing your lineage. Gangstas on the block creating our own idioms. Keezy is chopped on the mind we got Millions, for money acting simian, Hollow ordains. 2 ways to learn conditioning, than theres classical considering the ways of survival through Mathematical means. Inferential science to population shows you coercion is the intent of people getting to know you. Tsa Tung told you, politics is war without bloodshed trust me in the hood we got enough dead. speaking in Psalms to my homey's gone I'm destined to live on unfortunately

Chorus:
all by myself, trained as a soldier of pain. for ever fightin a war searching for change, all by myself, A slave to the ways of this game, going insane, I'm the only one to blame tho. All By Myself, waiting for the day that I'm slain, into the darkness I'll eventually fade away. All By Myself, Melted wax wings represent my lost freedoms from certain mistakes that I have made in my day

Bridge:
You aint no kin of me, you aint no friend of me. the truth really is, your just another enemy. You aint no kin of me, you aint no friend of me, the truth really is, your just another enemy, Biatch.

Chorus:
all by myself, trained as a soldier of pain. for ever fightin a war searching for change, all by myself, A slave to the ways of this game, going insane, I'm the only one to blame tho. All By Myself, waiting for the day that I'm slain, into the darkness I'll eventually fade away. All By Myself, Melted wax wings represent my lost freedoms from certain mistakes that I have made in my day
Track Name: My Mentality
Verse 1:
Sooooooo.. many years of mental brain strain still not enough I feel seel of the cuffs trying to restrain me. push me over the limit trust me I'm not timid spit at your face, get drunk looking for cops, Im still on that chase. come and find me Iv'e broken your rules I'm not afraid of you been those goons. I got something I got to say, fuck it, it's not even worth my time a day specially my time of night. Herding cattle that take more than half they life to find a golden light. we roll tonight, frontline build with a soldiers fight. its substance my crew got mad shit you can't fuck with Bei Ru master of the soul, play your role puppets. yeah its just surface based give-and-take yeah it's just a surface-based give-and-take we all speak but don't communicate pretend to relate is just service-based give-and-take

Poem:
the emPowering evils of the earth are trying to get a grip on my soul and it's about take toll, no matter how positive that I Try and theres always something that's posing a threat, causing me to put up my defenses it intensifies my struggle thoughts stressed move to hustle hustle. Im tired of being caught up in the worlds bubble. Can i ever find an escape?

Verse 2:
catch me At the up high for real strapped certain Bulge on my hip, you know the steel packed. half of what you give is what you live for, dying in the process while haven't thoughts like what I kill for. Certain questions that I can ignore, dodge death feeling like a matador travel down a fragile road, waiting for something to catapult I can't sing along big silence ima run big mileage until my bodies final retirement. Im always on roll, I set that pace so I appreciate situations that help me get away. mostly in mind cause budget is tight for now I write without the slight bit of worry, Concentrate flying Scripts of fury I'm not the white hype type, skin tone is not a gimmick. break Brimstone crashing past any forms of any limits. I heard a false witness speak highly of faulty images like everything in my field of vision is. I want the truth natural, like when I have a child, many blessings to keeping count while they run around. I heard The sound of destiny knocking on my door yesterday morning plus I headed it's warning. vague memories of an innocent child battle now with a positive soul stuck in this wild life. Check my fact file, under pressure but won't dial out. Forever running through the mix of this madness

Poem:
Keeping a heavy gas mask, looking past the stars, Odd is an axe pic, a crow's beak that constantly follows me. Strange is a land fill that is bottled and hollow. It's quite a site to experiences, while millions of civilians change face like chameleons, but wanna return back in your life as the same idiot. Can I Ever Find An Escape?

Verse 3:
I picture my future in front of a fire with nothing uptight, lounging with a love thats my type, all financial problems in hindsight, Marvin thats playing all night understand how vibe life. a lone Wolf thats always stressin his code, it's an investment of soul through this desolate road. Untold, remains so, remain bold, only through music obtain oath. Divide the fine line, 5'11' hightide, thats drowning a time line in truth, lets get it loose to the rhythm of that Bei Ru boom/bap, Human show your click a clip, clicka clak, back up back up. 2 shots, ill omens in your area, 33 and a third will be the bullet that will burry you. I try to sell the sights of this golden life. Though the poems that I write. keeping it wrong, but right!

Poem:
Trying to get universal by being personal submersed in a 90 percentile half murked, Lurch society. One Deity comprised of dire needs where desire suffers the pressure of the survival speed. Deed, documents breed dark corners that leads straight to the prophet of the so called elite. Can I ever find an escape?
Track Name: Blown
Chorus:
California baby we call this the Golden State everybody's on the grind because they hold the weight, money ain't really a thing it gets blown away, fucking with the West boy you get blown away. stack it up and flip it stack it up and flip it back stack it up and flip it stack it up flip it back stack it up then flipping stack it up and flip it back counting up them hundred stacks stack it up and flip it back.

Verse 1(Paycheq):
Steady on the grind gotta get my money, yea I be stacking paper, so damn fly when the whip roll by I see why y'all some haters. Mad, Niggaz got cash, you chicken on stress, we smoking on hash. Live fast, big stash, time to make moves there aint no looking back. its like I Live every day like it's going be my last, you fucking with my money then you know Im bout to blast. Believe I got that cocked back and I aint afraid to pop that, got guns got heat I'm mad strapped, You don't want beef better stop that. cause we don't play around, naw this aint a game tho, these niggas fronting like they hard but they lame yo. I'm stuck in pimp mode yea I gotta get dough. oh thats your daim dog, what she on my dick fo. no hating playa thats just how the game go, getting brains while I change lanes in the range rove. My rims ride high, my chain hangs low. I dip out fast and I turn slow.

California baby we call this the Golden State everybody's on the grind because they hold the weight, money ain't really a thing it gets blown away, fucking with the West boy you get blown away. stack it up and flip it stack it up and flip it back stack it up and flip it stack it up flip it back stack it up then flipping stack it up and flip it back counting up them hundred stacks stack it up and flip it back.

Verse 2 (Patrick Antonian):
H1er on the block with them Bee Gees, chopping weight playa stacking cake making EP's. LA where the essays carry AKs, all day messing with the saints you'll get blown away. official pimping is back on his mission itching to sue up them bitches getting richer a hundred percent vicious, a hundred percent heart, thats chasing a hundred million. go for it hard rather be dead then end up in prison. New West affiliate stay spittin the realist shit. MDSP, mass destruction saving the privilege. solving problems with 50 clips, gangsta lineage get with the business please get off the silly shit. who you know keep it realer the killer and cutie hitter in the black Cadilac busting doughnuts like Dilla. Scheming your sister. Inside out like sugar free and The Quickster. Double down bet you I get her.

Chorus:
California baby we call this the Golden State everybody's on the grind because they hold the weight, money ain't really a thing it gets blown away, fucking with the West boy you get blown away. stack it up and flip it stack it up and flip it back stack it up and flip it stack it up flip it back stack it up then flipping stack it up and flip it back counting up them hundred stacks stack it up and flip it back.

Verse 3(Vicous Automatic):
Man I can't call it I'm Jamall Hollette but, call me vicious automatic, Cali is active and my hustle accurate, big bad loss Angeles, church, nigga no catholics. Got my swag, got my duffle bag, grip a bitch with my pimp hand, Kickin it like a kick stand, quicker than quick sand. I get so pissed man. better keep your distance or get blown away. You don't Really want to fuck with OPM INC nigga OK? Its not a race when I say I'm on that paper chase, yea. V.I.C.I.O.U. S with it, you less than a estimate, just a bitch in heat, desperate. I'm sick no medicine. This is my testament, God bless the rest of them. Ay, from the cradle to the grave, keep flipping that fuckin paper baby.

Chorus:
California baby we call this the Golden State everybody's on the grind because they hold the weight, money ain't really a thing it gets blown away, fucking with the West boy you get blown away. stack it up and flip it stack it up and flip it back stack it up and flip it stack it up flip it back stack it up then flipping stack it up and flip it back counting up them hundred stacks stack it up and flip it back.
Track Name: Anxious
Intro:
It's it's just a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless.

Verse:
I'm anxious forest for the wide-open vacant spaces, a man traveling abroad Caveness, going ape shit. after you over cross walks a life avenues passing through measure of the magnitude overwhelming realm the healm of these bad attitudes, make me animal insane it's redo-rick combined with a face like Dirk Benedict, a world with no solid settlements, on going evidence, that's succumbing to the numbing of these medicines gives us arrested resting sleeping awake in the bed of sin, seeking severance from the suspended connections of the pendulum. cut rope business. flee to the cabin beyond, reach no so long pronounce speech, that Phantom is gone. leaving behind his song refusing to be a pawn in OZ armed, searching amenity in strong harm. First The matter was gray, formed the fireclay let it burn for several days, dormant in my dorm stay form from any hate, journey back to the barren lands from which I had escaped, but first was faced and held fort for a fortnight, 40 thieves versus only me, my course light, Staggering patterns with Coors lites. when the passion for passing with facemask laughing fashions my irrational fashion displaying those actions. Hoping it doesn't backlash backwards. BACKWASH anchors my angers and gives answers. yea, we form art into an art form and stay anxious, yo we from line build and we stay anxious.

Chorus:
It's it's just a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless. a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless.

Bridge:
you gotta stay anxious, be a monster. Make way for your own stones a step. Take them to the ends of the earth and back. realize where you've been and where your going. take way, head to the signs of this earth.

Verse 2:
You got to make way for your own stepping stones, I'm zoned out morn of the day when death hit home. no ways to convey hurt besides these relentless poems, desensitizing my inner Ohms. never understood true pain till my man was slain on sunny days with sorrow, torment produces rain, I'm confused, who do I blame, who do I trust, had enough of these nightmares when times become a rough. ready to bust. emotional volcanoes erupt, forever active how be passive about OPM? you call yourself paramedics because you carry anesthetics, my brother died I'll never forget it and since physical strain is easier to maintain then brain strain, it truly stresses limits of my ethics, to put myself in a situation where life might play its last credits, but I won't let it. living life on the ledge but standing far from the edge, I beg to stay here where I feel stable. 360 pivot maximize options, in turn, turn into doctrines and offerings love develops inside a template

Chorus:
walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless. a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless.
Track Name: Days Work
ALL INA DAYS WORK.

Verse1:
Look both ways before you cross the street, there's no peace, It's beef with enemies and all police. Warrior season, stay solid in what you believe in, there's a road for reason. Act accordingly and make it even. Thru the madness of the traffic stuck in my cadillac with no A.C. and my window won't roll down. Hot than a mutha fucka, sitting on leather with sweat stuck to my eyebrow. Tomorrow's like yesterday, A nigga gotta estimate, cause whats left to say, before your life gets swept away from the dice that we roll and the games we play. For the ones thats gone today and the roads they chose to take, for the people living cross the way, who feel me get filthy, no matter what the cost to pay. Hustling, disgusted, Constantly puffin on something. Drunk with a hunger of fuckin and smoking blunts like its nothin.

ALL INA DAYS WORK!!!

Verse2:
I'm dumbed out and feeling lazy, Zoned out rollin a blunt, pushin like 80. Thinking bout the shady shadow depths and all my safety. Drugs, Guns, Money and Ladies. Man You Crazy. The bottom line, this life. And you done signed on the dotted line. like some beef always on the grind and my eyes sharper than a Porky Pine. It's Due time and well deserved the curb reserved the Hustle and serve protect myself from being observed from anyone else plus ducking the bird. Emerge when shit gets firm, Niggaz gotta get there serves. hit him in the head where hurts, make a nigga lean back but face first. human and vicious for the bitches that ain't learn but stay concerned and steady asking questions about how much this persons worth. Today's perspective and work project it on record explain the dirt. street to the booth got juice make moves keep heat on a beat like BeiRu. Paying them Dues

ALL INA DAYS WORK. ALL INA DAYS WORK

Verse3:
Load em up Man-to-man like a Niger off in Afghanistan like fuck the hand to hand, out for the paper waiting for the perfect chance. First a man stands alone trying to maintain hold his own the world won't let them get a piece caught in a cyclone and zone out forget about your dreams and your destiny. it's an attempt to mummify you dead before you die you livin but don't know why this feeling is all a lie. you need to testify change the limited handle your business don't fall in the gimmick you'll end up the victim your family calling you missing. Got to specify You might not survive but speaking your heart and mind could read to find the time you walk the earth life the gift and the curse watch your words someone will always going to remember your verse hit the block and hustle hard to every muscle hurts.

ALL INA DAYS WORK x5

Clock in to never clock out loadin the dock up in the early hours like we were on that powder thinking power moves the world is ours people more concerned about ways to re-route us how could haters does doubt us they coward scared of something real feel the power. can you tell you moving downwards by the second. next to any album that we put out from now on and how strong could any foundation be, takes years of work to realize and decide for your own destiny. relentlessly getting that cheese blowing that weed midwest to the middle east keep the hustler in reach like niggaz carrin heat you barley compete we critical and ready for beef we critical and got them on the edge of the seat identify your maximum worth, hunger and thirst.

ALL INA DAYS WORK!!!
Track Name: Never Afraid
Intro:
You should never be afraid, Hopefully/Hopelessly falling apart. You should never be afraid again.

Verse1:
Reduce the resistance and staying persistent, facing decision its what you make it and live it, Its a cold game. My heart my sleeve, my thoughts to the sky, Im down on one knee, I promise to try GOD but I hardly could breath. I need an escape, Time changing and life waisting away, I been thru the game but Im so Tired of Playing. Never completed my squares, Never selected the right channels. Im acting irrational, half man half ANIMAL.

Chorus:
You should never be afraid, Hopefully/Hopelessly falling apart. You will never be the same again. You will always feel the pain, Hopefully/Hopelessly falling apart. You should never be afraid again.

Verse2:
Man I been thru so much, knee deep in the struggle, got life in a cobra clutch and I feel like throwing up, but I'm here dealing with the pain, boy cause I'm grown up. Never ran never will skills & pills to pay the bills, thats real a hundred thou closer to the mill trine build. Im trine get my watch, my grill and my neck chilled, FOR REAL FOR REAL. When you feeling on the edge and you gotta make a choice but your torn apart, the storm brews and force is harsh. The Pain starts to consume you, wondering who's who while your staring thru the moonroof. It'll never be the same again, I made amends, I lost many people and friends along the way, there's gotta be a change or there's gotta be an end, THERE'S GOTTA BE AN END!!!

Chorus:
You should never be afraid, Hopefully/Hopelessly falling apart. You will never be the same again. You will always feel the pain, Hopefully/Hopelessly falling apart. You should never be afraid again.
You should never be afraid, Hopefully/Hopelessly falling apart. You will never be the same again. You will always feel the pain, Hopefully/Hopelessly falling apart. You should never be afraid again.