Will is Chillin*

Paul Oh & Will Is Chillin' - Seasonal ft. Carl (Prod. Hulk Hodn)

Will is Chillin':
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Stank Face Records:
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Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Drew Mantia at Stank Face Records
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Will is Chillin' - Bone (prod. Tommy Bazooka)

Remix of Sailing to Japan on An Air Mattress by Samurai Del off his upcoming album Hodgepodge

LYRICS

hope to find more 
open mind my doors 
shut and narrow
heart burn from the arrow
passion burned to the marrow 
edgar allen poe with a scarecrow
hope to find more 
open mind my doors 
shut and narrow
heart burn from the arrow
skemin like the pharaoh’s tomb
love and business i dont think i can compare those two
forgot the parachute again
all we are is dust in the
dopamine rush hope and dreams flushed in the
royal porcelain fragile forced to swim 
eyes out for any lurking dorsal fins approaching in the blue
out of that hue i  ran into you trouble
few muddled memories trees got an ornament or two
what a fuel to inferno just a jewel in the journal
feel the fresh breeze 
yes please

room full of strangers
i never found the fitting crowd
it wasn't like i stood out either 
consumed with an anger 
deep thoughts pinned me down 
it wasn't like i stood up either
robot when im serving emotionless im swerving out of comfort 
searching for some sunr first i have to stack these pale moon faces 
green replace blue as the trouble hue still looking for the first double u

handing out plates with a fake smile sir please can i trouble you
moment of your time no amount too low its my soul that im selling you 
trying not to brag but every flow that im running through gets murdered 
good with god but i skip service rather gifted verses if you listen 
its all good like nurses and nutrition 
this pen will never  go on vacation 
like this was not that urgent of a mission
almost drop the mic about a thousand times
Spill detergent bussin serving supervision 
obedient would it be rude to mention i dont give a fuck because im clocked out 

this muse of mine really got me locked down 
bookworm doesnt judge that im a drop out 
late night dont care where i ended up
drop everything and heading to her spot now 
what she got is heavenly a stone cold knock out 
got me punch drunk jungle juice 
like every one of you women she got me puzzled to
the point i need reevaluate why im in love with her
mold together gold medal when she come in first place and she stay
dead in the middle of little italy couple blocks from uic 
 bunch of pretty faces out there only you I see 
hit me like a 2 by 4 
Stay true by your word and you might be the one but our lifes too young 
To call it 
Need a parachute to fall with 




https://twitter.com/samuraidel

Vocals mixed and mastered by Drew Mantia 

Sailing to Japan (prod. By Samurai Del)

Moody coming soon, this didnt make the cut 

but this is far from an introduction 
when i got a couple dozen joints in the vault
 i see the catch up coming like a drive thru
 the studio kept me from suicidal thoughts 
never utilized gun talk to get my point across
 a gun is for protection not showing off
 the tool digging kids grave you think you know it all
 but  grip with shit aim 
never have a hand on piece cuz i'm a man of piece
 my pen to the papers how i handle beef
 ill earn it honest when i have to eat
 i learned that knowledge gives a man his free
dumb  it down you understand a brief portion
 nod your head to the fantastic beat 
i'm just happy to get a chance to speak
 formed habits my favorite is forming words and 
 crafting sweet symphonies reach Epiphanies 
drop the actavis become and activist the industry
 is doing numbers on your just a abacus 
do the math who's hand has the most cash in it?

i want a pocket full of dead dudes
i want a pocket full of dead dudes
i want a pocket full of dead dudes
False Profits we get led to

10 commandments well 9 circles of hell 
8 ball in the corner debt 
7 deadly sins 6 gates to the home of dead 
5 senses 4 horseman holy trinity 
two sides of division but 1 love cuz everybody kin to me
unless it raps scope out the enemy 
lets be frank mos def i been Jehovah
 i'm a born Sagittarius i clearly got the flow of one
 but i fancy myself  soulquemini 2 
wrote in 3 rhyme books in the 4 years i spent in high school
 500's what they said my iq is 6 said 789 in ten courses that's stupid like 
0 stations airing every play my music 
my target demographic is too hard up for the cash to spend it
 broke boy crown as i sip the suns aura and
 i don't know why i got a love Jones for Norah 







Dead Dudes (Prod. By Josh Grant)

Prod. By @whoisdro 
Mixed and Mastered By Jody Thompson of Mindful Mixing
https://twitter.com/MindfulMixing

Bimbo (Prod. By DRO)

!!!VIDEO!!! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Q5RO4Hc4u8&t=7s
Produced by Josh Grant
Kick Ass Guitar Solo by Drew Mantia

LYRICS

Verse 1: Will is Chillin
 
I forgot that I was here a little longer so I thought it was appropriate to lay another loosie what? 
I just want to see my queen at home get all alone and let her use me 
Damn I think she pretty fine 
Text me that the city's mine
Old news best flow on the loose leaf 
Canada please pardon all my rude speech
 my dialect but I have kept it g 
 pardon that g is for just gentlemen 
never been with shit but I'm deadly when there's some letters involved
 cuddly as a Teddy bear but I got bare tings
 pen is bic i've been drenching my paper into kerosene 
and I don't care for scenes
 I'm into full production WHAT?
And i don't care for stagnant drums I'm into cool percussion 
a thornless rose approached me for a toke maybe should've let her seduce me
 but she more than another groupie 
took a trip to t dot but you could never uproot me
 style got proper my flow  got roofied 
i just put a lot of work in i deserve a break but i will never take one 
too bad i took two
 my mental stay dumb 
my musics lakefront 
breeze mid December smoke the doja coca cola and some aged rum what? 
i let the beat breath
 i'm either deep seas or in deep freeze when our paths collide
 innocent bystanders now many in the past survived the aftershock
 hate is such an afterthought if you heard the raps I jot 
i wish that i was basic enough to have a style 
im making next to nothing should’ve got my cap and gown
a cause for celebration slowly getting duckets now
im working in my basement the tracks are in the hundreds now
my engineer is often wearing oven mitt
shout out my illegal homies also trump can suck a dick i'm pro people 
I'm poetic but my pros lethal 
Going ape watch me throw fecal 
It's just a matter of time

Verse 2: Vantablac SOL

For the chain gang Chillin' and Bayne  thats Bruce Willis 
I'm a spoiled brat losing I ain't to familiar with
Tooth and nail with this imma do my due diligence
The roof I failed to put the fire out I burned Dylan with
Burn sand to make glass my window closed sealing it
Bernie sanders middle class if he win we equivalent
My anti soc security number is uno you fraud
I'm like Bruno from mars Face fire like zuko with scars
Me and Zupko making hoodies tell me who cold as ours
Got my own lane but I take up two 
boulevards
Give away music for free you ulrich Lars
Email me for a feature. You know the charge
Chop it up over coffee ok now we really talkin
She chop coke on the coffee table oh now she really talkin 
To the beat I'm milly rockin 
Slow down on the pills we poppin
K-9 they be really doggin
Cry wolf you'll be really sobbin
Crew look like archery team. Arrow narrow the margining
Earn my stripes like Argentina. Nina strap like marching team
Niggas getting famous off of 6 second Tarzan swing 
She go low like logos that's good marketing 
I need a breath breathe in breathe out
 y'all some inbred's I let your embryo bleed out
Tell me what he bout? Family honor and we on another level that you beat the boss to talk as Britney Griner
I'm the shit that's a quick reminder
Career so big, rear so big I might get behind her
Online media tripping like Expedia 
Trends move fast like the tech that you keeping up
-With. Yo bitch said I make it easier said they done I compete I completed ya

Burn ft. Vantablac SOL {VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION}

Production by Josh Grant

LYRICS 

Verse 1: Will Is Chillin' 

Like its boarded up no telling what's in store 
5'9" talking like i'm 6'4"
hit record every time i get bored 
what does that tell you? i don't have a life
let it blare through the serato
Brain was a 5 bod in another model
To the room vroom vroom claim she never revved the throttle
I can't ride a Harley but i rebel like legato
flow been goat since yolo was the motto
polo is the boxer jack is the bottle
crack is the notepad lookin like a novel
far from a novice i'm the Mann like Otto
verse on auto hit reverse when it’s over
never let me spit a verse when i'm not sober
evidently been the worst hiding my emotions 
blame the potent and the potions watch my  eyes gloss over
flow saks fifth got yours at 5 below
Like my girls thick and my grigio pinot 
had me pound it twice so we’re almost at a kilo
never roll a c note my pack got b.o.
emo with the subject matter even tho im lethal 
Been a proud mutt grandma use to call me juanito
lights cameras action when happen to be rapping
staged murder on this track had it tacked to my b roll 
 
everybody makes trap music
edm but take it easy on the e 
everybody just act ruthless 
kill a beat i half ass through it

Verse 2: Rebel Legato

Really Had Start doin stop thinkin 
Really I been in ma head all week
Day job weak, I escape for a fee 
Figure four blunts lift me off my feet,
can't sleep 
Gotta solve everything 
I can't creep
Love life make me love the cream 
I can't dream 
Real life really what it seem 
If you stayed down truly you know what I mean see 
I just figured out my flows chisel my name in dat stone 
Numb to it all windy city too cold 
Spent to much time Thinking what I did wrong 
Just pass me a bong 
Pack pot den go rip someone song 
Wit too many flows 
Stop me 
respect me dont copy 
Jus follow papi
TCG be Mafia 
Of hip hopin 
All da competition sloppy 
I'm feelin godly 
Let my soul glow 
Proudly 
I ain't gotta act hot 
I ain't gotta bad side 
Wait Only when I'm anti 
See me on the north side 
Lakeside 
Erwhere I go bet I'm certified 
Erwhere I go bet I hear ma shit 
Erwhere I go they gon say I'm rich 
Rich wit soul, my heart a hole 
Filled wit gold, I spit flame till I'm dead an gone

Trap Music Ft. Rebel Legato

Production By Josh Grant

LYRICS

Butt Dial:
Give me a single good reason for leaving
I called you my queen but i was a pawn
Upon your arrival i wasn't alarmed
Told me you loved me but that was a con
Pro with deception that lesson i slept
Gone with affection like less than a peck
On the cheek  in a week it was on to the next
Told me your done over text
I was like give me a week
sorry i needed to vent
Josh had just sent me some beats
Needed to get back on my feet
Why don't you study for tests?
Baby we're both under stress
Maybe i was overzealous
Told me that dude treat you better
That was just to make me jealous
Stomp out that picture of us
Cheers to not giving a fuck
Missing your touch 
but you're a cadaver
Punctured my spine with a dagger
None of it matter
Rag tagged and tattered
Feet dragged on concrete bag under eye
Thick in the thighs i would capitalize
Now another is tapping that prize i coveted 
Temp of an in use oven
my temper fused with a sharp moody plummet
Catch me in the depths if you care
Contemplating death and despair
Travel the ends of the earth
When you cursed me
Hot and cold Middle finger and a curtsy
Lock and load with no mercy
Mercy me
How cold could person be
forget it
Hit me up you could get it

Autopilot:
eyelids heavy 
on the opposite of silent 
clouds parallel no pilot 
the henny in my system made me violent 
fuel tank been through the mileage 
Aircraft stable as my last tape 
Path lost couldn't get the map straight
Style when i scribble with a stylus 
I tossed the formula 
then i brought out the orchestra 
Hangover cause a lot of turbulence 
676 miles from florida 
still no pilot baggins beat like im bilbo cottage 
stackin cheese cause i still know cottage 
work like i keep the steal toe polished 
Through the motions  

autopilot on autopilot on autopilot
autopilot on autopilot on autopilot

since we all die someday
already on autopilot when im on the runway
sabbath with the black out but its rarely on a Sunday's best 
on a one way jetting to a young grave death 
off a pill or two
xanax help conceal the true colors 
of a villain do numbers on her heart on her heart yeah
Keep your seatbelt fasten for depart for departure 
start to call her baby when struck by the baby archer 
fluent in the art the autonomous 
Conscience thought is ominous 
Consequence dire 
Cock pit of my stomach feel the bottomless fire 
get doused with a ounce and a pint and a pint and a pint 
Misfire

Butt Dial/Auto Pilot

Production by Josh Grant
Kick Ass Bassline by Drew Mentia

LYRICS

vision from above is it a pigeon or a dove?
religion is the answer or its lack there of
Money in my pocket not so many showing love
money is the root or is it? 
 
stack cash to make somebody else rich
you got a boss then you're somebody else's bitch
i'm so sick of padding someone else's pocket  
so i just hope this medium will make me rich
fuck the media so quick to switch the topic
And the system since they see you as a glitch
magnify the trivial we're microscopic
videos upon more videos our life's a flicker...
we took too many pictures
lost souls
misconstrued many scriptures
keep that high and mighty to the gods i'll stay up mighty high
Color of the slightest lie
But like to rhyme
that might be why I value all my idle time
tried to fix you 
you did the same 
no warranty
warrants out for you but you could do without me
And ill pursue you doubtful
Allured by how my words sound
My name is still a mouthful
Scalpel the precision but the grammar isn't
Pardon my Poe English like a poet's squabble
so chicago like i came here right before dusable
if instrumentals had police then i would court your honor
swallow a quart of an open bottle then i poured it on her
 
Stack cash to make somebody else rich
 
Rise to power 
divide and conquer 
revise the meaning of freedom and lie with honor
Lobby teaming with demons and the kids all dream designer thoughts
Still thrift when i can
Often tripping off some eye candy
High class and fancy but not obsessed with finance sweetheart
Once the beat starts my feet scared from the frost bite
Seen you are a precious token now you're in the archives
i grew red from your shield 
couldn't loan me an ear 
made me hostile
Attention given greedy as a rothschild 
i see right through that false smile
It's in the eye above the unfinished
Sneaky as a bill getting pass on christmas
So i continue swimming in the crowded see
Tryna catch all the bad fishes
The river bank is privatized
Idle hands are the playground for who they idolize  
They took all of my hourly for taxes
Then charge me tax for everything i purchase
Brain rinsed and molded like the last name of Cassius
Cuz cash rules everything around me but i'm worthless

Green

DISCLAIMER 
Mixed and mastered by @drewmantia

Drugs (prod. By Josh Grant)

Life in the new normal.
Written by Will is Chillin'
Produced by Josh Grant

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Will is Chillin*

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