**All lyrics by Christian "Rio Azul" Melendez**
'RA' produced by 9Lights
'Treechaself' produced by DJ Menyu
'Slave(s)/Neva Dat produced by Devulïo
'Can't Tell Me' produced by Exile
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Mastering by Joshua H. Pleeter at Crooked Smile Studios
Mixing by Max Concra and Devoye Folkes
Photography by Controverse
Art Direction by @therealsaymo

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The Rio Azul EP

Bonus Track/Single for the self-titled EP set to release on 6/2/17.

photo credit: http://www.controversenyc.com/
photo edit: Sarven Orak
Mixing done by Devoye Folkes
Mastering done by Joshua H. Pleeter at Crooked Smile Studios

Can't Tell Me (prod. by Exile) [Bonus Track]

RA, written by Christian Melendez

Verse:

Quarter century older now as an only child/
A shining star to my parents, always the golden child/
The most humble upbringing you could think of/
Was middle-class, so I ain't have no mink rug, but water I would drink up/
Would sustain me in ways that I never knew/
'Til my brain grew way past tying a shoe/
The little things are what mattered, never ate off silver platters/
But my creators had made it their mission to make me fatter/
So my mind grew strong and my body too, I stayed outta trouble and outta the street/
But best you believe all the shit that I seen/
Done taught me a lot, I learned from my pops how to be a man/
He never could stand when I started comparing, been blessed to have both of my parents, most friends that I know don't/
Though roads got rocky too, they're both here with me and that's amazing B, they motivate me see/
So I'm trying to be the best son I can, wiser now, cookin' up a plan/
Cursive swervin', mind stay workin', plottin', schemin' -- that's for certain/
Murkin' all it's curtain calls with anything that I'm involved/
Call on Rio, problem solved, don't you doubt my power dog/
Driven 'til my body drained, never happen, I'm a king/
Bridges what I build and never burn, for me it's not a thing/
At the sound of my name, a choir of angels sing/
I don't be smokin' like Snoop or drinkin' frequent as Stark/
I do a little of both, but ain't no shade on their part/
They're both admired and loved and come with flaws like myself/
Cliché to note we ain't perfect, but guaranteed we're worth it/
We got ideas and verses sure to jump off the shelf/
To build a brand or an enterprise into massive wealth/
Slice'a heaven out this hell, keep on eaten before the bell tolls/
I suppose this is why I arose like Derrick/
Above the concrete beneath my feet/
A prodigy like McGrady, my legacy I am painting/
My color pallet amazing, so many hues in my blues/
Packed with more truth than the 45th and his views/
I'm droppin' gems like a scholar, you need a quote?, let me holla/
Digest this knowledge, you claiming you always hungry, so swallow/
Not the wisest, but know I'm not here to witness you drown/
Body found face down, we preventin' that now/
Use your mind, don't be blinded by jargon, them hungry wolves just starvin',
They wanna rip out your mind and leave the rest of your carcass/
Set up for arson, yet when flippin' the script/
They fail to admit, the metaphor is accurate as shit/
I fight back when I'm hit, givin' up ain't and option/
I am programmed to resist, rebellious nature I'm followin'/
Into forests so foreign, I'm tryin'a forge an enlightenment/
All this war that's been conjured is turning people to monsters/
I won't be idle in watchin' the degradation, I been patient, but now I'm done with the waitin'/
See, me and Satan had a conversation/
Told him I was who they feared most, leaned close, proposed a toast/
They choked

Treechaself, written by Christian Melendez

Verse 1:
Tax back money just popped through, notice my account type swole/
Thinkin' destinations I could fly to, touch down transition to a boat/
Range or the Rolls?, I have luxurious taste when I'm on my own/
But even more when my shorty is on my arm and I got it like that/
Top shelf for the lady with the cadillac back, ugh!/
Big body how I like'm, with a phat trunk/
Sittin' sideways from the south fat blunt/
I ain't one to stunt, but it's time now/
Older so a Rollie for the Biggie verse copped now/
Feel so good -- with a drink on my left and my hand on a breast, no stress/
Man, I look so good/
Fresh Prince with a fade so clean, make a mug turn mean, nigga

Hook:
Pop that!/
Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/
Cop that!/
New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/
Drop, drop that!/
Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/
Stop that!/
Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/

Verse 2:
To the ladies with the skin soft hair long, sports bra in the mornin' when they joggin'/
High heels get to clickin' in the lobby, chef good, pork chops for her lunch with some broccoli/
Take some time off, getcha nails done right, go'on make some plans for the night/
Or the weekend wit a couple friends for a hike/
And some brunch in the valley, order more than just a salad, right?!/
Splurge baby, I noticed you're independent, stackin' bread like/
Au Bon Pan, Sauvignon Blanc is the wine you like/
Ya glass glistens in the light, shine bright like ya hilight, oh my!/
Snapshot on ya SnapChat, why not?/
Skinny dippin', it's only you and the women just chillin' in the hot tub/
With a bottle of the bub and some bud rolled up, sho'nuff shawty

Hook:
Pop that!/
Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/
Cop that!/
New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/
Drop, drop that!/
Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/
Stop that!/
Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/

Verse 3:
One time, this a theme for the real ones/
Get loose, get wild, make that ass clap/
This my Kanye flow if there ever was/
Finna get fucked up off'a cognac/
One cup, two cups, get lit now/
Three cups, four cups, gotta sit down/
Take a minute just to gather yaself/
Realize for the night, you're a god, that's right!/
Every day is a blessed one, know we stress funds, but you gotta live a little -- be stress-less/
Buy a name brand product like a wallet or a Prada bag, don't even worry 'bout the tag though/
If you like it, then buy it, if you don't, then you're a liar/
You're depriving what you want, go'on get that/
Hear it callin' on your name, and yet you ignore it/
Damn well knowing you can afford it/
Love yaself, it ain't worth hoardin' wealth, it's for ya health, we need to enjoy ourselves now/
More than ever cuz tomorrow ain't promised/
Take advantage of the moment while the sun's still shinin', RA

Hook:
Pop that!/
Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/
Cop that!/
New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/
Drop, drop that!/
Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/
Stop that!/
Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/

Treechaself

Slave(s)/Neva Dat, written by Christian Melendez

Verse 1:
I ain't ever been the silent type (can't)/
Always tried to bring my thoughts to the light (woo, goddamn!)/
See, they're really tryin'a block me out, and leave me absent with no doubt/
It's a good thing that I learned to read and write/
So I recite, instead you dance in spotlight/
Kool-aid tastes extra sweet, hm?/
When you text, no read receipt/
Down for the cause while you sit, hot-headed cold-blooded, yet you lack degrees/
Been fueled by the hate, it's the diesel in your veins/
So raw, uncut, now you numb from the pain/
Them deep bloodstains on the skin can't scrub/
Scourge of what once was someone I'd trust/

Bridge 1:
Y'all Just like a flock'a sheep/
What? Wassamatter, can't think of a plan?/
As a rebel, in turn I speak -- y'all weak

Verse 2:
Man the fuck, don't be suckas, bring the raucous, choose or suffer/
Raise the torch or douse the fire, be a captive or a fighter/
Tell the truth or be a liar, be a writer if you feel like the flames gettin' higher/
Screech on the scene, no skrrt from a tire/
This shit is cuttin' close to the wire and I'm tryin' not to (kill)/
Fight back with a whole lotta fact checks/
Like how many are deprived of the fat checks/
How the color of the skin is the first test/
Big mess, only get a job with the big breast?/
Slim checks for the thin chest, y'all sleep? Well I can't rest/
No sleep cause I been stressed/
Light-skin with a whole lotta black friends/
Melanin a threat? Since when?

Bridge 2:
Chicken, watermelon sound like heaven to me/
Protein, magnesium and vitamin C/
These components altogether make you stonger to breathe/
Keen vision when they bullshittin', fakin' to be/
I said chicken, watermelon sound like heaven to me/
Protein, magnesium and vitamin C/
Hive minds see a nigga who do nothing but eat/
Yet be buzzin' 'bout the culture they're reluctant to be

Hook(x2):
Finna catch me slippin', na neva dat/
Like you swear I'm trippin', na neva dat/
Hangin' on my dick like orangutan/
Yellin' GANG GANG GANG when you neva bang (bang bang)

Verse 3:
What'chu thinkin' you the man now? Like you got it all planned out? (sheeiit)/
You smokin' on that crack now? Thinkin' I'm about to lay down? (haa!)/
You ain't really one to laugh now, I ain't really one to back down/
Better hold on tight to your crown 'fore you drown in a fountain'a youth, all, my life it's the truth/
Can't dictate what you can't control -- I vibrate on a higher plain/
No gold finna taint my soul -- pure passion within my veins/
Rap lane where I chose to go, speak out with a bounce to finesse my flow,
Ain't sold by the poison, I could see the lack of the poise in the way you walk/
More so hear it every single time you talk/
Ain't hard weedin' out all the snakes in the grass when it all cut low like a Caeser/
Jesus Christ, gotta lett'em all know/
I'm the wrong mothafucka they would ever try schemin', believe me!/
Seeing through the fog and the snow, can't slow me/
Fuckin' blow me, OGs know me/
Cuz I'm OP with the dope see/
Real talk B, fuck up off me!

Hook(x2):
Finna catch me slippin', na neva dat/
Like you swear I'm trippin', na neva dat/
Hangin' on my dick like orangutan/
Yellin' GANG GANG GANG when you neva bang (bang bang)

Verse 4:
Fuck ya feelings, praise the villain/
'Steada talkin' puttin' up walls, I'mma cave the ceilings/
Earthquake where you raise ya village/
Hit home, new wave kind'a rape and pillage/
Wait 'til they take what I say, dissect the message and then saying I'm offensive/
With a lack of the facts they omit to mention/
Say it's a figure of speech, quick to lynch him/
Yet cool when a fool like Tomi is obviously painting a portrait of racism honestly/
Hiding behind her opinion like we don't see how much a cancer she is to society/
This me from the heart now, listen up/
FUCK THAT BITCH, from her clit to her tits, I don't really give a fuck what she on 'bout/
This the calm 'fore the storm, they gon' all drown

Slave(s)/Neva Dat

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