Intro (Anthony "PaperLondon" Vaughn): Yeah sound so good already right? From here on out I just want ya'll to sit back, Relax and enjoy the ride Now I know ya'll been a lot of places before but I promise ya'll ain't never been nowhere like this From all around the world and back, I just want to introduce to ya'll A man of many shades, With a style that lights up the room with the twinkle of his eyes That stone-cold brother our elders once called Pat-Live Now without further a due we bring to a tape-deck near you, Peep game from a birds-eye view. The Compilation.

Hook: Honey dip, my lovely apricot, prefer to have you then to have not, Sugar lump, my sweet butterscotch, prefer to have you than to have not, And when all the birds flock you the queen of the crop, prefer to have you than to have not, Honey dip my lovely apricot prefer to have you than to have not Verse 1: No hidden propaganda, I used to be that scandal, You know that nigga slaying chickens like he Kernel Sanders, But you a different look, sorta’ like changing channels, I dedicate this grammar just to show how much you matter, Smile bright as sunshine, Always on the best of manners, Like that single flamed candle that be placed on grandmas mantle, got me fumbling and rumbling, On and on as i ramble, Time is, of all the essence, With you, times always ample, Leave me, craving for more, Like a, sams club food sample, You the apple of my eye, but that ass, juicy like snapple, Got me, insured like geico, Gotta’ carry you wherever i go, Our happiness success and longevity is all i hope for That’s all I hope for, yea that’s all I hope for and I’m so hopeful our happiness success and longevity is all I hope for (Hook) Verse 2: Not to understand your worth is absurd, your love and care is some that is unheard, it deserve, something that is not fulfilled by a word, or these words if you are describing infinite worth, damn girl, to think being with one, was such a thought aways, Being trapped into your voice those sweet serenades, A couple of explorations through Florida everglades, Or the long-trips down the highway, Interstate-95, fireworks 4th of July, That twinkle in your eyes matched the lighting of skies, Sorry butterfly to not want to compromise, so I had to put you off until I had the time, But i realize, everything can’t be Cheerwine, So in the near time, We will have sincere time, Cause I truly understand this woman’s work, I mean I truly understand this woman’s worth. (Hook) Verse 3: Woman you so eclectic my melody from heaven and I pray God’s blessings upon you without no interjections, Apple of my my eye, paying the highest preference, your ever presence is a present of God’s created pleasure, And not to carry on with the spiritual tip, just a-a compliment to my-my honey-dip, or my-my honeycomb, anything sweet but sassy, Float my lil’ butterfly sting like a bee perfect mix of morality adding more conscious to my reality, my crazy sexy cool, like that TLC not for the casualty of common things, of common wills, of common dreams, more than a common queen who wants the common king, like the finer things, being of one, common frame may we rise as one and greatness we both attain, intertwined like vines we aged to fine wine, and to think you wasn’t ripe for the time, how foolish was I.

Verse1: I remember sitting in my grandma’s kitchen, My uncle saying nephew wont you come and listen To the boom-box, filled with Run DMC Wondering why he rapped these words so passionately, I was a youngin', Looking at Unc like he was buggin’, Say “this real music here, sit down and learn something” So I sat down and he said with a grin “It’s like that and that’s the way that it is” As I started to listen a lil’ closer I noticed my head nods and a rhythmic takeover, From me beating on my knees, to the tapping of my feet To the rhyming of the words, to the drums on the beat, The shit was sweet. Like something you look forward to see, Or when your grandma grab the change when Ice cream Man on the street, Playing that corny music, out runs the boys and girls That’s when I knew that music was the beautifullest thing in the world. Hook: The most beautifullest thing in the world is just like that I get in ya' (I said it's just like-like this) The most beautifullest thing in the world is just like that (I said it's just like-like that) The most beautifullest thing in the world is just like that I get in ya' (It's like this, it's like that, it's like this and a) The most beautifullest thing in the world is just that (word, it's like this, that and a third) Verse 2: Chilling in homeroom, making my own tunes, waves of sounds clashing like monsoons, creating particles of sand dunes, Like Sandshrew, organizing tons of sand tunes, hoping these, junior MC’s will mold this into sand castles, Where they live across the fortress, where the view is certainly gorgeous, metaphors come out the dungeon, similes will ride on horses, And of course this is, sum I been absorbing, and the reason I was failing my sixth grade courses I wish, I can organize this in some type of manner, Sitting by Dirty Diana, jamming like my name Mc Geiger, hearing pleads of melodies from Aaliyah's Fourth Page of Letter , now the Teach walk out the room man it can’t get no better than this, I start playing the “Grindin’” beat from The Clipse, And automatic words spilled from the big homie’s lips, Then he paused, Cause he heard the ring of his phone, Then we laughed he had Orange Juice Jones on the Ring Tone! (Hook) Verse 3: Listen to the image I pre-led, I'm pre-med cause I kick meds inside of these heads, the beast sheds on a drop of a beat, fast forward a decade later now Im an emcee, making music that’s affluent, that influence connoisseurs, its the teacher I'm the student, put in work so I'm a steward, and I'm steadily improving, me and music can be congruent, step aside enjoy the show and watch me while I do this, pay attention use great observation, catch every thought, and every tune, don’t have your mind latent, interact with this dialect and have good conversation, Ladies and gents I introduce you “The Compilation” so have no fear its new flavor in your ear, and that’s word to Craig Mack like 94’ is the year, gotta heighten your megapixels just to get this picture clear, see the greatness in my future may the world adhere to this.

Bridge: Come and spend the night let's get mesmerized we can trip, take a trip if you down for this ride. (right) Hook: (Charles Ramsey): Come and Spend the night with me x2 Girl we can do some things…( We can do some things) Do some things I know you like. Verse 1: You a bad miss, with your badness, Intelligent, you a bad chick, And your body just create this madness, But you carry it like you average, huh? I feel you girl, Staying humble in the midst of these savages, Since the first time i laid eyes on you , I knew you was an opportunity I just had to get. Im batting cleanup now and so happen that you threw my favorite pitch, I got the Louisville Slugger on deck swing away swing away and its heading right for the fence, I not trying to convince you at this time, that I'm worth two cents of your time, But dime remember two cents is rarer than a dime, come spend the night with ya' boy Pat-Live. (Hook) (Bridge) Verse 2: Come spend the night with me one time, for that one time, Ill be your sunset you can be my sunrise, And when the sun shines right through the blinds, You open eyes, with that clear mind, You think about that fine pine, And Say fuck that one time for that one time, And babygirl that’s fine with me, We can rumble in the jungle ill be in Tarzan in these sheets, Ill be that motion in your ocean, rock your boat so effortlessly I’m trying to give you what you want please let me cater to your needs, So hold on tight, Girl Prepare for take off, its gonna’ be a long damn flight, Take you to heights to see sights, all around cloud nine, a brief description of one night with your boy Pat-Live. (Hook) (Bridge) Dialogue: Ay bruh , you remember shawty from the other day. (Yeah yeah) So look she tells me to come to the crib, and I do. I’m thinking everything gon’ be gravy as usual, I mean which it was. (Woah) But yo, (laughter), she answered the door with no clothes on (like gimme that biscuit?) like gimme that biscuit. (Gotdamn) So you know what I had to do right? YOU BETTER WHIPPED OUT THE JIMMY AND FLAMBLASTED HER ASS!! (Laughther) Oh shit you wild bruh (I know I know) Flamblast tho? (Nigga you ain't flamblast no ass tho) I did last night. (AHHHHHHHHH) Verse 3: Baby girl I promise you when I’m through We can tangle up and go ahead for round two You'll look at me and be like “nigga please is you dumb” Cause I beat that thing so good I knocked you out in round 1 And Im laying down the law, cause the sex lacks a flaw, Stevie wondered, overjoyed while I'm tearing down your walls, I can hit it from the back, slow it down stop pause, Have you moaning and a screaming now you climbing up the wall Girl!! And That’s real ass shit! (2x) Girl that's real as shit.

Verse 1: I used to know this...this yellow-tone, That i, i loved to bone, Quick to sneak up in the crib, cause her mama always gone, But her pops was always home, And that, and that’s a shame, Imagine a father hearing a daughter scream synonymous names. Real shit, Reminiscing takes my conscious on a guilt trip, And how I broke her heart when i fucked her friend on that field trip.... After saying that I loved her, And that part was true, But them words was void cause my Dick wanted that new That new pussy, new feel, A new girl, another thrill, I told the boys, a new cheer, another one, she sheds tears, And damn she cried bruh, I mean Inside she fucking died bruh, Years passed and messages got no replies bruh. life of a naive teen, living life like a dream, not consulting realities, of feelings written on the sleeves, of girls thighs i been between, not recognizing, everything glittering, is not as gold as it seems. And it's sad to say, Cause I watched her make life's mistakes, And now I pray, That for her today is a new day (Music Break) Verse 2: I know this girl name Tamika But her friends call her mika, She’s the baddest round’ town all the niggas tryna’ sweep her, and she goes through depression but the fam don’t believe, So she turns to a bottle and picks up a needle, And that’s not it, I mean the shit gets deeper, Cause the same nigga that love her is the same nigga that beat her, And life goes on as the hill gets steeper as addiction grows strong and Tamika gets weaker, But wait things start to get a lil better and it all started when mika opened up this letter, It was written by Trevor, a cool-suave fella, Her high school sweetheart who she aint seen in forever, Conversations start to past, she blushes, he laughs And an old school love came back rushing from the past one day the door opens and she see his smiling face And for her today was a new day (Music Break) Verse 3: "You aint shit, and probably never gonna be shit, So get your shit, and get the fuck up out my house i mean it" His name was Diedrick, the hate from his father wasn't no secret, constant screaming, and proceedings usually resulting in beatings And black eyes (black eyes) All because he liked guys Perplexed is his mind cause he's always being chastised Dont know why, like a curse from above, He light the LL's cause in the back of his mind, He knew he need love He knew he need hugs, Life became nun but a shrug And as the days turned to weeks he wanted no part of see his momma left him when he was Just two or three, the sad thing he barely had her memories, Influenced was he, Mis-guided as a youngin’ could be, A clueless soul, cause gender roles, Wont in his mental scheme Cause tomorrows not promised today, He learned this yesterday, As he sat up in his bed and tears ran up down his face, Signifying, that relying On this gun his hurt's replace, And to give up all this pain, His taste buds can surely taste, A lil bit of freedom, and a little hope, and a little a peace, as there's no way cope, So he heads to the nightstand, Pulls out the great book, Placed it over his heart and the gun he took, now they found him breathless a smile up on his face, And for him… today was a new day.

Dialogue: Ha-ha-ha fee-fi-fo nigga (Fee-fi-foe) Fee Fi-Fo Fom, what bean stalk you fall from NIGGA (no no no no no no no no) NIGGA Pat real shit though, trying to get in the groove, tryna get in (mumbling) ( Hi-yi-yiiiii) Verse: Nigga you not hotter than me, And I don’t give a freak what your philosophy is kid, Im the shit, you just a couple drops of piss, Talking goo goo gah gah ish let me pass you a bib, Im so sick fuck nigga, yes im so sick, My minds so great yours a wasted piece of shit, Non-hesitant, quick to make your ass irrelevant, Give your ass a revelation like the new testament, Yeah, I got the urge to fuck and splurge, I talk the talk and on the verge, to walk the walk like a verb, Dope with the words lava flow don’t disturb And if you get the fucking nerve, it’ll get your ass swerved on; boi Or you’ll get slid, im the best to ever do it be the best that ever did, The flow up out the lid, illuminate no pyramids, And niggas stand behind my voice like a fucking ad-lib; NIGGA Outro: Im just wilding tho, im really a nice guy…. But Im super fly- super- duper fly nigga (2x) Pat-Live bout to come thru one time nigga

Verse (Pat-Live): Got damn, you wanna know who I am? I'm the man with the plan, got the mic up in my hand I got the flowey man, I'm the coldest man, and you should know this man, spitting real crack I mean the purest brand, reverends' smoked this back in the oldies man cause it’s golden man, call it golden grahams (ha) So, One time for the kid Pat-Live, on the mic, spitting fresh rhymes, like I'm hung from a clothes line, with the chose lines, of Sophicles, Dr. King, an Einstein but the times now, I digress read this readers digesting-reflecting on the words intercepting, the injecting of verbs, respecting my similes curve, you subliminal perv. let me take you back like an artifact representing three flats on a Cadillac, coming fresh up out the dish rack, farfetched but still grabbing hoes check his motherfucking dispatch, Lets get it crackin', May I flamblast ya, put the stick into your fit, girl its time to get active, Cause you got the cake cake , like pancakes I stack em, Throw my syrup down the barrel, now you banged and gagging. Woah lah, Remember, The sex is official; leave you with a limp to, So no confidential, I hope you ain't nimble, girl check my credentials. Girl check my credentials Then Ima flammblast that for an hour, give me more give more don’t cower, cause I love that screw face, the screwed face like ya' eating sum sour. Suck me for an hour, bust real hard made it shower, slid down her tongue went down her throat as she swallowed devoured, yum yum yum clam chowder, owder, owder, outer. Verse (Charles): Just got a coal lit for the hookah Tryna call a bad chick for the hook up Cook a steak up and a salmon For my shorties and my man’s dem That’s FELLA. We stay higher than clouds Cut sharper than plane propellers And Ain’t nun you lames can tell us Jus Jealous. Finna grab shawty in the hills and I’m Trinidad James in this bit like All god everthing in this bit AY Didn’t wanna curse so I left out the C and I left out the H When it came to that bit Gotdamn Like my man Pat say, in the mall we be all bout that Pass Play. Ask Shawty to the left if she ever wanna hang sometime If so grab digits then step like HOWAAAAARRREEE U Ms. Bridgett IMAAAAAA young college graduate Seen ya round the way in Forever 21 and you say you 31 Still hot like Sauna. Fam this FELLA I bang with the squad Got both sides its the brain and the brawns. Hit ya squad quicker than fist to face Leaving ya wrists in cuffs Twisting ya whole kit up Thinking I’m quick to bluff When all my lyrics touch yo soul. Feel it when I’m kicking flows Silly chilly willy mode killin hoes really DOOOEEEE OH NOOOOO I’m off the flow…FELLA!! (Chant) Verse (Grant): Fella said he hospital like Pap smear Pump stomach like Pilsners Pabst beer in the throat of a hipster Hysteria fairing thee well when the seams swell On the jeans of some mean tail giving you a mean tell You can but read like braille Gripping butt with your fingers Or just bag a bitch with a bouquet of wisteria Flowers for bountiful roundedness Rowdiness cresting the sexual pinnacle Pacing your breaths… Who the fuck got so liquored up for triplets Ken… Doll you a dog for the Barbie Skew it on or screw her with a thong on For the rest of this got damn song Outlast the Outkast reunion Stankonia or not Plight of the pawn sacrifice of the lot Size of the throne be the Rome to your dot Scale on the map be the length of your rap I mean the days that your reign as the king of the rats Pat-Live go’n flamblast your fans’ asses And C Ram be the man with any flow for your fancy Grant me the tenacity to Smash a banshee while eating strawberry candy Sweet like a scream yearly via Howler Fella borrow fellow Fella flow but louder Neon staircase basement Bambaataa Throwback eighties encounter Hands in the air arm and hammer mace Keep it medieval nod your crown to evaluate the bass and Fuck ‘em all if they don’t take kick drums to the face.

Hook: Hey how are you, wanna act a fool, well let me introduce you to Mr. E.T.’s Groove, bounce your head from side to side nigga feel the tune, buckle up for the ride, you’ll see where we headed too, and where we going? Up High Up Up High Up High Up Sky High Where we going? (3x) Looking down at you clowns while the stars shooting by Vamp: Levitate, Levitate, put us in the air, the clouds getting closer hold on we almost there, Levitate Levitate, put us in the sky, looking down at you clowns while the stars shooting by, Levitate levitate us SKY High, Sitting on a comet, watch the asteroids glide, Levitate, Levitate, put us in the Sky, Looking down, above clouds as we make the stars align Verse 1: My flow is butter, it’s not margarine, it goes harder than, An ottber-box Im an otterman, and even harder then, Yo favorite athletes abominem, that abdomen, Spell check on this new parliament, travels farther Across the mountain tops through the waters and, Out this universe past Venus, Saturn, Mars and them, What’s wrong with him, why he keeps killin' y'all so hard again, Cause I'm a shooting star and hip-hop is where I fall again. So watch these stars align, and watch how many of them start to fall in time, Make your wish before the people fall in line, and I'm a star so don’t you think I deserve all this shine? Clearly... So if the shoe fits, please admit, and please do wear it, But if the glove don’t fit, you must acquit, go'n share it, Lot of y'all lack originality, go'n parrot And if I speak of you please grin, go'n bare it. Hook and Vamp Verse 2: Levitate - levitation, I'm steady awaiting greatness, No if’s, but’s, or hesitations, In these creative innovations, Sorry you are forsaken, The throne is for the taking, And if you think otherwise, then I'm sorry you're mistaken That’s collard greens, navy beans, meaning I'm the shit, That’s Mr. Clean and Listerine, nobody fresh as this, The flow is straight butta, tell me where’s the cheese and grits, And a nigga bout to start a fuckin' rap apocalypse. Hook and Vamp Monologue: (hi-hi-hi-hi-hiiii) We up here recording with Marvin the Martian, Make sure this track fall on your ears like leaves in Autumn (Pat-Live) Thanks for tuning in to the compilation, (Float on Float on) Get in line niggas.

Ahhhh Ahhh Bounce Bounce (2x) Oooo OOOO Sway for a nigga sway (2x) Verse 1 (Pat-Live): Woke up this morning put my feet up on the flo', Lift my head up to the sky saying, “Only Lord knows,” That I'm headed for the top, and to the top I'll surely go, I hit my partner on the cell, told em’ get ready for the show Head down to the barbershop, you know the niggas talking, Brothers showing nothing but love soon as I walking, So I walked through the shop, and copped me a seat, Someone yelled, “Son you the talk of the week,” So I looked over, my right shoulder, saw it was my aunt and uncle Stover, Had a huge grin and a cup of folgers, he said, "Son be sure to keep your composure, this exposure, will expose ya, get you eaten by vultures, remember what I told ya: work hard, stay hard, play hard, be real, be humble, be a soldier, it’s a cold world, real cold world, so how about you make It colder, it takes pressure to make diamonds, lets see when your album's over.. and you know what… what…never forget about God," I said, "Never worry about that unc, that won't be too hard. Cause when I…" Chorus (2x): Step up on stage I'm like church, pulpit Crowds going wild, while they bumping my music, And my mic is in my hand, my heart's pouring through it And you can call me Nike nigga cause I Just Do It! Verse2 (Grant): sun runs up, strap on the kicks nike mentality, converse picks round by campus grounds for a mound of sweet succulent espresso dreams drowned fuel for your foolish or your frugal fashionable grinds for your noodle and you nudists ruthless on the mic with pat live diamond flow, pressure on all sides epistemology of rhyme: go hard for the carbon once reaction starts bitch mes amis avec beacoups des swag, that's a french press jog your memory, pete rock reminiscence not jogging like this sooner, that's a miss step on the pulpit for you vultures that's pyrrhic nicht zu geben über ein fuck ihre flieben that's a blitzkrieg faster than a pastor rasping grasping for a lasting grip on the concept of jesus embodied by the avatar of leeroy jenkins leading through a red sea of pharisees fallen prophecies rotting at the bottom trodden graveyard of your mainstream flotsam fella that's a helluva verse verbally g live just spit for a minute, literally. Verse 3 (Pat-Live): Attention! Attention! Read all about it, I'm about to shut it down in this bitch and all surroundings, From the 434, to the 252, through all Forsyth county, 'bout set the stage ablaze, please tell me who is gone stop me? I'm so sincere and the world must adhere, and I know I'm go'n kill it, Do you feel it? Hell yeah, Tonight will be the night you get the show of the year, Prove myself unto the world, "Hello world I am here!" So I pull up to the club looking, fresh, stupid, Steppin' out the car and watching all these people lose it, Walking through the crowd and my shirt keep getting pulled, Pretty bishes yelling out, "Pat, can I have your children?" Ha, hell no, but you kind of cute though, I got a show, but you can hit me later though, maybe you get back stroke, side stroke, and a couple in throat, it could be your lucky night you never know, you never know, you never know but maybe you could be my preference say I'm preaching to the choir so I guess that makes me reverend Amen. (Hook) Dialogue: (Coors Light my delight nigga) ("And don't forget to tie your shoe-laces, or, you might start trippin')

Intro: And this is how it sounds when Fella's in the building... Ya feel me? This that flavor in ya ear Situations... The compilation... Verse 1 (Charles Ramsey): I can’t say it’s all fairy tales when involved In a relationship naww Sometimes it’s all good Other times I really want To argue and snatch your tongue But I say all that with love (it’s cause I love you) It’s just an expression of My frustration sometimes (cause you get on my nerves girl) But it’s way more good than bad I feel like I’m growing up Tryna be all about that balance now. Hook (Charles Ramsey): (Situations) sometimes be testing me, causing strain And often they mess with me, having me acting strange Why oh why, I ask must, our hearts sometimes go astray Are my feelings just leading me on? (leading me). (2x) Verse 2 (Pat-Live): I remember when, Love was thick hate was thin, my smile gave you butterflies that were gone in the wind, But I couldn’t pretend, I didn’t feel the energy but long distant relations turned to long distant memories, It’s simple, life’s just not a coincidence, I just lacked the common sense to make you a permanent part, Oh my god, I didn’t mean to fall so hard, Scared to see you walking down that aisle, your father on your arm, Bell ringing like alarms, And our family both applaud, But I couldn’t say “I do”, I guess I got lock-jawed, To avoid filling the void in my heart that you explored And through all my wrong doings, your love always adorned me, Preach, and that’s a Miguel snippet, I'm trying to paint the perfect pic but its hard when you not in it, God’s willing hope this next-line is self-fulfilling, Cause in this fairy tale you got to be my happy ending. Hook

Intro: May the world adhere (For the casualty of common dreams) to this Hook: The Compilation One time for your mind The Compilation One time for the kid Pat-Live The Compilation If you tryna' get down Party all night til' the sun comes round' The Compilation Got-Got damn The Compilation Got (dj scratching) Got-damn The Compilation Up-Up High Throw your hands in the sky if you down for this ride The Compilation Verse 1: P-A-T hype-fend L-I-V-E feel the energy and just rock-rock with me with an offering via a kid called p-live that's worthy of attention please pay your tithes YA FEEL ME No stu-stutter or wondering certainly it's with certainty I'm obtaining the luxuries cause I'm all about hustling shoutout to team chuck and g on the ground we straight scuttling, bundling crack music to the dope fends right through your speakers ain't no buffering sweet sounds, honey-suckling we fly, so high, see our wings fluttering this the appetizer get ya' rolls buttery champagne ready we bout; to get bubbling and catch flight with me up-up high, hang-gliding introducing ya-ya mean ellipsis... (Hook) Verse 2: And I got to finish off with a dope verse with a church clerk a dope casket, so I can leave it in a dope verse and ride off as soon as my verse end blowing on that earth stem saying good bye to you earthlings and I eeem (am), deserving of all attention emerging and all the tension that merges from this hip-hop resurgence and sorry it's reoccurring ya' boy just can't stop splurging ...the most beautifullest thing in the world is (this) Get a grip rewind the clip of this here Pat-Live show producing everlasting audio finale ho levitate past average, elevate your status though creating havoc, just imagine inhabiting rap scenarios and there he goes, just chiming in mute for too long fuck the silencing prepare to here this name time and time again introducing ya'll with new rhymes to spin The Compilation (Hook)

Jelani Ince Spoken Word: the charge for an artist is not to enable comfort, it is to enlighten. we are the caretakers of this garden of art, this community of gifts and talents; some have passed, some have become stagnant, some have become impatient and have adopted artificial growth enhancers instead of allowing nature to nurture their calling. we must always remember that our duty is to ensure that these roots are never uprooted, because we are the last of a dying breed, the few in a group of men that aren't bastardizing this garden, we cannot forget it completely but we can guide its seed, through word and deed. so this isn't just a poem, this is an ode to the ones who are here, the ones who came and the ones who have yet to come; the people whose lives we have touched and have yet to touch. so grant, pat, charles, dale, ryan, kory, le'ron, keep cultivating. please keep planting these seeds because if you don't, no one else will. may your lungs never get weary, may your feet never falter, may your heart continue to persevere, may you continue to see the beauty and struggle, may you continue to touch, may you never stop loving this community, even when reciprocation never happens. we are gardeners, we are caretakers, we... are artists... Grant Livesay Spoken Word: ... and as such must persist – a steadfast family – ours a burgeoning orchard of sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers, daughters and sons not bound by blood but by aestheticism so love remember when words become wind beneath the wingtips of our outstretched fingers this: that there would be no rustling of leaves if not for the roots of our trees and no eyes to see them without feet to lead us no tongue for the rant sans a language for the dance and no scent for ascension with but bliss to be mentioned yes, river reciprocity is a one way rip-tide our tribe may be forced to fjord but for the life and light of you and yours by god fight the current with all of your might and all of your burdens and amidst the hefts and surges the charge of an artist surfaces to awaken creation from its soiled dreams cry out: “rise,” - and as for the kid pat-live two shots fired in the sky. Pat-Live Verse: I'm a cool breeze On that night of summers eve You know, cool mint fresh Like a swig a Listerine, Niggas claim they making noise, they be playing tambourines, Just some puppet ass niggas, Watch me pluck their tiny strings, Then I breath, Lubricate my dick To slide with ease, Fucking lady liberty, 'til she scream let freedom ring, To the top of her lungs, From now to kingdom come, 'til unbelievers glean saying, "Pat Henry i believe," I can fly, These are the days of our lives, But the young is restless from these bold and beautiful lies, As the world turns, the passions will all reside, Inside ourselves but still miss the guided light, What plight, what to do, Fight or flight? Hard to be the beacon, When we can't obtain the light, Like, shit, Guarantee I won't submit, See the greatness in my future may the world adhere to this: THE COMPILATION.