Woke Up ft. Chuuwee (Prod. by Tommy Bazooka)

this is therapy
because the thought of what i might do if im pushed any further is scaring me
and then certain artist once starving make light of the problem turn murder into  parody
their words converted into spittin heresy
who's really playing God?
the ones running the Devil's playground or the ones who created it poor craftsmanship in the beds that we're layin' in
your baby's blood on a bayonet 
thats the future
don't put your hands up when i perform the cops might shoot ya 
and get a paid vacation
have a bunch of backwards morons make donations 
only place i feel safe is my basement
only time i dont feel weak is when i roast ill beats
deserve a toast and a standing ovation 
face it 
like a blunt
like my words weed twisting and liftin my listeners 
space ship
dont stunt
cuz your verse keeps making me fall asleep hard to keep attention
its basic and say this almost every song but in ever song you make its the same shit
will we ever mover on or evolve?
anyone can feel the power of grippin revolvers theses bitches and drugs
theses scriptures of whippin and flippin in kitchens are sick but so often theyre written in blood
jimmy iovene dont want nothing to do with me truly cuz all that im spittin is love
but my temper is simmering up 
getting so close to not giving a giving a give me a listen
if you starve for enlightenment
i could broaden horizons since 
i work hard when im write and this genre is lacking compassion
its hard to be righteous when martyrs are dying to right all the wrongs going on for centuries
lecture with flows so dope that they're vicodin strong as a bison when i grip the mic in my palm
 you can't silence the cause
politicians can blow me 
dynamite in my drawers
boom boom
make room for another tomb... in my catalog
looking to challenge me... you should pause (Paws)
 like dogs feet
 treat all beats
 like raw meat 
im a lion 
no im lying
 im frosty 
the motherfucking flowman

 

Martial Law (Prod. By Daniel Worthy)

its never ended and my penmanship will render any competition dead within a second let me step from off my high horse 
silly must be high of course 
really never write my course in life i just flow to it 
flow stupid hope you get have of what i talk about 
(Freezo a cake ass bitch) hey watch your mouth!
My temper grew up in a heater not much needed to spark it now
 .wav electronic then i start to drown bloop bloop 
thats a bad mix righteousness ain't always pretty 
karma's such a bad bitch
A Tisket my task is to rap some kick ass shit in a brash manner like a quote unquote manly man and stack the cash sacs fifth punch lines for eons this Leon's 8th bout
I'll Leave (ALI) my competition critical their face Klingon
 trynna find nirvana in the bottom of this bottle 
swallow vodka help me nada find a hyna watch the drama follow 
and i put that on Allah 
oochee wala wala throw the dome in only if you bought her Prada and she proud of it
 i might a bold face lie if the crowd love it
 like my guns so big 
Slick spit the ruler like how nuns scold kids my 
catalog longer than Repunsals wig a 
tongue twisting numskull his funds so slim 
cope and puff those cigs hope his lungs dont give in

i shouldn't rap because (WHY WILLY?)
 i'm told i'm just not hood enough
my mother raised me good too much
 did all that she could too much
 hustle that you couldn't touch
 my turn to bare the cross shes been puttin up with
 but music is something you shouldn't rush its
 a fine line between wine and dinin every night and looking to those vices for the rest of your life
i wont fight for her attention not the wrestling type
 the only time i flex is when  im blessing the mic 
so i sound so redundant 
most of my career spent it down in the dungeon
 but no one disrespect the funk my sound is so pungent 
my cadences spun around like a round in a six shooter pistol the issue is misused time spent rhyming instead of being seen in the scene you can miss me with this bullshit 
i had to stop drowning in the sorrows
 i cant tell you how deep the pool gets 
ill stay peaceful for the time being
 and im speaking for the people till i not breathing 
and i don't need a knot in my pocket to tell me im worth a single thing when obviously i spit something sick like snot flinging 
son MC with my gift like i rap toys for tots seasons greetings any competition met greet death under the mistletoe
 original (what) visionary individual
 its the blues crooner living in da go 
if you didn't know leave this beat in the ICU
 due to blunt trauma visible 
im prob not invited to the funeral 
on tour soon im roaming (Roman) like a numeral bitch



in.da.go (Prod By Marshall S. & Loupo)

either i spew nonsense or im too complex 
maybe your narrow minded like a prudes views on sex 
i rip microphones to pieces fuck whos on next
 my crews on repeat your groups skipped or booed off sets 
a boondock saint imma macmanus hard to get a word in 
with me around youll see a round or two of nouns and verbs in
 a matter of seconds manners neglected in this sermon
 once i introduce the bourbon off a ego excursion skurrrrr 
squares bob their head to my music like they live in a pineapple
been into time travel  
old school ahead of my peers topics unclear like
 anything i sample fuck over i go through you head go get your mind spackled
my depiction next to the description that defines asshole
 thats in the dictionary 
flow harder that depicting muhamed playing pictionary
 you diss me then your fixxing to wind up in an obituary 
listen clearly
i dont care about my skin tone
 i didnt rip the big half of the wish bone off
 i wasnt thinking about my privilege
 when i was cleaning the pots and dishes
 get home scribble a banger or two and then dose off 
 gladly accept any grammy for my grammer
 got bars like a xanny addict rappin in the slammer
 holdin hella soap and passed the exam to be a lawyer 
hip hop im in the building most these rappers just loiterin
 poison pen its a joy to bend words
 like a womans figure shes on bended knee like boyz ii men 
stroke game 100 thank god i dont play golf 
fuck concious rap my gentle side took thr day off
 this alter ego of mine is known to thrive on chaos
might write a verse to jays takeover in crayola crayons 
or meet up with the bildeberg at build a bear 
then allude that im illuminati dude you got me still dont spare a fuck
throne dweller no heir im only the parent of 
 my style but i dont have one fair enough 
biggie ghost writes for me but never get compared to puff
god mc 2 holy like a pair of doves 
i decompose the competition speaking flows in compisition 
pick and choose the proper diction here and there 
but here im cleary on some next level 
bend metal with my mind ima freak 
your mind sends message to your spine when i speak 
decline on a weak feature weekly
 no im not im fake as fuck 
maybe not im told i do complain too much
 and i can be a bit preachy
 i havent practice since i starting practicin
 an addict for the pad and pen
you cant skip steps to vici
dedicated but i make it sound easy 
bakers man flow makes every batch greasy
 they sleep on me but hey in my case i need sleep 
 
willy why you actin like a hoe 
your messing with this woman and shes messing up the flow
 im like maybe i just think the chick is fine
but i had to cut the line off when she kept up with lies

 theyre like  willy why you acting like a bitch
already 22 and you havent done shit 
im like why do keep pressing me for time
 im writing down my legacy with every single line chillin  

Fire Squad Remix

Happy Birthday to the best producer ever 



Dilla Forever 2 (Prod. By Paandaheadd)

82 (Prod. By The Tommy Bazooka)

 Chicago native Will is Chillin' of Stank Face Records is back at it with long time collaborator Tommy "Boom Bap" Bazooka on the beat. The production from Bazooka stays true to his nickname and samples the scene from Casablanca where Ilsa gets Sam to play "As Time Goes By" despite it being forbidden by his boss. This sets up Will is Chillin' nicely to deliver a series of tongue twister rhymes rich with wordplay woven together into a love ballad all his own.       * ok-tho.com

LYRICS
how to relate to every walk of life 
we don't share a pair but wear and tear is relative
i don't feel like I'm the next up 
anti-materialistic but been spit enough material to press a best ofs 
lost the love but back at it like when Ned bedded Edna 
the doc cracked my noggin open to embed an antenna 
several sensitives used to settle the nerves 
none of my drugs feel better than words 
ladies jumping outskirts like they been in the burbs 
joint bending occurs 
none of my drugs feel better than her
she eats good peep her dietary benefits curves 
her willow purs due to rhetoric presented this verse 
freaky lover but a gentleman first 
motion up and down like a mood swing
psychedelic mood ring
manic how i do things still ahead of the curb
jay walking to the end of the earth 


divine spirit of high carrot no ring pop
image reflected on an inkblot
shoulder carry chip such a son of a teapot 
she likes my choice of words but she loves it when i beat box
wonder if she'll need detox
flow twisted but holistic ask Depak 
deliver the goods like peapod 
3 eyes are so last last time im the feathers on a peacock 
jive turkey the illest i rhyme scurvy 
mind maligned insanity plea to the blind jury 
travel Devon to find fine curry
i'm well seasoned 
angelic my lingo tormented some of hell's demons 
brain cells rest in peace when i'm chiefin 
the leaf once a beacon of hope but i'm sinking 
and couldn't patch the leak in the boat flow wavey just to keep me afloat splash 

Blanco (Prod. By Tommy Bazooka)

i guess all i ever wanted was to be myself 
noticed paper wasn't all that had a margin on it 
start to starve my soul neglect my love to feed my wealth 
im a pillar but this art is like the Parthenon its
saturated if rap was a cookie you wouldn't harvest crumbs 
feelin on miss Fields got cotton mouth and carpet tongue 
carpel tunnel vision on my medium i write too much
match the magic dragon drag a fag then back to writing stuff 
what
narrrow paths to find yourself when you pasts defines your self worth 
expect to find yourself worthless 
burn grass to shine a light on those serpents
that lurk from within make me loopy like cursive 
l lit get buried in a composition felt it heal 
seldom feel complete without these verses
spilling therapeutic 
chillin with my Taylor st honey
sunny in my mental kept me taylor suited for the cold 
no doctor with a script im goin through a episode 
its manic make soulful music cuz my soul demand it
let it shine like my shadow well defined 
painted pictures of my minds space 
always kept my canvas candid 
narrow minded but i grew to be more panoramic 
i never planned to panic
thats just anxiety 
thats just disorder blessed to keep the passion fiery 
call me chillin and try not to see the irony 


met a mystic told me be more optimistic 
so im chillin with a miss
and she can miss me with the misses 
these cold women might of left me primitive dismissive 
among other things the summer brings passion 
winter means business 
address the cold in proper dress 
keep it 100 like im not the press 
im doing just fine im not depressed 
im brew a dumb line to stop the stress 
my mental space is getting renovated
skipped college still managed to keep it educated 
and spit knowledge the evidence peep the dedication
instead of pity i tune my mind to a better station
ears on the steps of heavens gates when 
im in the basement i zone out
even if i miss you not afraid to go my own route 
the flow is cold now just like my ex is 
if youre not the one ill set my eyes onto the next chick
i need some shades on
theyll eat my soul like a bad dog 
bitting better than spike and chester 
ill skip the cat call what?
sour note specialist duck on the pond 
but he does it so effortless uh



 


Window Seat Freeverse

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)

@will_is_chillin

Prod. by Tommy Bazooka 
Mixed and Mastered By Drew Mantia 

Scumbag

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pretentious

quite so

the right flow to any noise created

pen the venom of a poison cadence

no time to play boy i got coutise waitin

heavenly the voice of satan

on a chill wave

trippin like a pill slave

the same that left him still on the pavement

still that scruffy young teddy bear

never tired of the flow always kept a spare

step inside of a old soul debanair

a better pair

laced show face go ghost i was never there

the weather and the temper varies

pissed her off on the fourteenth of february

fifteenth took her out bought gifts

cuz shes got more body than the

cementary’s dead and baried patrons

saints and pagans ancient racist

spreading hate on dirt this is case and point

mind overworking like the major joints

i dont care about the labels

little open mic basement boy

back to when we stole cable

only had tbs and bet flossin

scribbled in a notepad often

why i flow awesome

why i throw the beat in a coffin

why you throw the meat in the freezer

raw shit caution proceed with the either

no independent film on the feature price

need a life this my only hobby

got a soul in body still breathing might

stomp a hole in the head of a gangbanger

maybe not he’s a 8th grader

little sister got a broken nose

big brother got know the role
if i kick his teeth in fuck colgate

court claimed it open closed

hope somebody blows his wig back

leaves shells in his grill and his ribs that

barbeque 23 you cant gaurd me dude

parts seas with ease you couldnt part some dew

drops

I'd rather be castrated

Then pay for pussy off of back pages

half baked classics when I'm caffeinated

Dressed in all black like the dude in bat cave check it

Swinging for the fences in the bat cages

Soft served but I act dangerous

Need retract the last statement

I'm a rapper and the hardest yo

Party goers shun em home body fat ass hanging off the last cat I licked then we did some cardio

Then I spit the stupid bars

Rudimentary retarded slow  

But it still goes stupid hard

cold as fuck stranded waiting on the uber car

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bummy putting money on a bus pass

rolling something scummy in a blunt rap

essential

fuck yeah

cement shoes

on my credibility my rap career is dead too

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Freestyle 4 Remix

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}

Add to dictionaryProduction By Josh Grant

LYRICS

broken mold it don't need mending
a lot  of people compare me to so and so on false pretenses
i let them regret this action! speak to beat precious
slowly seep in sweet resonate a vibe
hope dwindles when you're praying to a tainted sky
blood sweat and struggle to stay a striving young robot
one of a kind it's frosty von flowgod
holstering a baddie for the photo-graphy
please 
leave it to the true elite
keep this between you and me
i'm usually dipped in expensive jewelry
back the truth had a fit of tomfoolery
bumby loner artsy fuck i think it's kinda cool to be
every now and then i'm playing ring around the loop
indeed i'm stupid screws looser than the ties between a dead beat
and illegitimate voided failures used words to fill em a bit
speaking of the l's this microphone took
my paycheck need more digits than a phonebook
the vocal tone grown rumble your bones shook
metronome long gone not a single dope hook
in my repertoire
dark horse of course not the  one you want to bet it all on
so i just wrote a lot of stories
some were sorta hot the problem was i didn't care what
anybody thought about it
 
Ba ba boom bap what?
Baba ba ba boom bap shit 
Ba ba boom bap what?
Baba ba ba boom bap
 
i've been dreaming for a moment
life ain't everything i wanted
all this scheming comatosing off the evergreen and tonic
dro got the ponics
willie got the phonics
josh got the noggin nodding melodic
man i've been on a hot streak
direct no proxy
jabrony your bologna flows bony like ox meat
oxtail
 rock bells
gentleman to foxy ones enticed by the pot smell
trust me it's not Reginald
chillin dead between two centerfolds
watch 'em bend and fold
losing hella weight because i eat vegetables
scent of roasted coffee
 i'm going off topic
last was a teeth grinder this one is jaw dropping
the sound of silence what? call paul simon
soon to be every girl's favorite like the fall climate
top 5 when you talk rhymin
and mind your tone
this kind of cold won't dissolve when salt's flying
start a calm riot
im mean hey,
 i'm all about non violence
puffin very loud couldnt pick you up with a dog sinuses  
what?

Cat Eyes

toothyProduction By Josh Grant 
Sick ass Piano Solo by Drew Mantia

LYRICS

 
staring at her fat tushy while i ash goodie 
said i couldn't feel my heart still
callin names and claim i get mad pussy
what? like i'm garfield 
lost drive like i didn't pay the car bill
i was too busy boozin in the bar till 3
low life livin like carpe di
um...
toss her like a RKG at a tank 
throw another g in the bank 
roll another g in the b only known to blaze tree if its dank  
like peas in a pod 
rub her down like i season a steak 
sizzle like grease in a pot 
know i like it pink in the middle 
know she like to tease me alittle 
keep it on point pg with the dribble
claiming i'm a dog she feeds me the kibble 
couldn't pin me with the take down
watch my figure four done with the cake now 
chillin had to learn to do my name proud 
getting rap money off paypal check it 
im riffing it wealth is like woman forever been passing me by
this infinite love in my rhythm i fumble a bit but i never have felt more alive
and there's nothing 
 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more than this  
 
feeling like a million mc doubles that's money fam 
teddy bear honey graham looks so your honey grabs looks 
from afar tho I'm far from a hunnid grand 
bars so sweet she get a bite like a fan who raps
your mind or your legs around could you handle that 
Burning records and candle wax 
this was a planned attack never really do the norm 
on the beat like a cop in their uniform 
unify divide well you decide dude i'm on peace
when it come to the flow just assume its on fleek 
childish vernacular 
grind like a sub till deposits spectacular 
throw grass in a bong spill game and she tagging along 
fat ass in a thong get her Dracula on 
nothing average at all about my boo with the neck 
imma cash in my check hit the stu in a sec 
 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more than this

Love Freeverse

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

LYRICS

everybody's thirsty
i act like i'm any better 
I might send a dm to a female that i never met 
and then regret it instantly
made my grave the games we play i dig up any dignity 
left over i stay detached 
doesnt help im way too moody 
shouldn't let those feelings catch me 
i was captain save a groupie
had to let the cape retire  
it just wasn't safe attire
right before she sank her teeth
she claimed she was sanctified
buried in her cherry so i never had to pay for pie 
jager was her spirit animal yeah quite the faded type
nowhere near coherent when i asked if she's ok to drive 
 
everybody's thirsty 
liquid courage off a shot or two to think i have a shot at you 
everybody's thirsty 
no need for water just the offer of your body and a bottle if its possible 
everybody's thirsty
 
dimly lit the speakers blaring 
what?
bodies so the heats apparent
one place known to breed hysterics dry up watch the ego's perish 
maybe 
high off a spirit lately 
life starts to irritate me
is it ironic when your chronic depression fueled by depressants?
no believe in anything so no chance for divine presence
and what defines your present? 
chasing after dresses 
got forbidden fruit to get into whose produce is the freshest?
watch me spiral
vices seem viral 
time could cease vital  
false sense of vigor 
bartend the trigger
slurred on the statement
to slow for bases  
can i be your dh?
phatty with the ph
in a state of phantasy the ph type no conscious
irresponsible and unresponsive when inebriated I think I need to face it
everybody's thirsty

Thirsty (Id)

Production By Josh Grant
VIDEO; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ap-TKwY3fnI

LYRICS

i drive them all away but you 
cut minutes slimming black cloak suits ya 
i need you more than rollers in cuba
like who could replace you with hookah
dip from out the party or the bar to spark a hobby of mine 
light like mario the conversation but thoughts are on koopa's kart 
puffin on this stupid dart
aim directly at my chest blame the tension and the stress
that's unless i can sneak into my world again
take a toxic breather try to comprehend this complicated world we're in
still searching
tossing and turning in still life
puff puff i'm a more chill person
into the harlot with a cylinder shape what?
damn girl you keep killing my taste buds
snoop told us what the case was yet i often 
face one ash another nail to the coffin 
 
soothe and seduce me then use me i'm loosing my life to a loosie 
ignite the white devil let the mind settle down 
 
Packaged singular caskets in a ration of 20
cash cow but this is cancerous money
sign branded on forehead 
need more bread to land in the grubby hands
of corporations posting add and taxing it's funny how cool I feel 
at the same time handsome and ugly 
habit forming my lungs scorched getting tan 
when it's sunny I like to doze often alone 
back pocket full of coffins if you ask i might toss you a bone
caused coughing a noose affix 
tissue bear scares like a crucifix 
used to break the ice sin stick to shoot the shit with
smoking tax is code for Lucifer's gratuity 
death is in the room with me 
you smell the ambiguity right 
 
soothe and seduce me then use me i'm loosing my life to a loosie 
loosing my life to a loosie 
 
marlboro 
newport
i burn until it's done i don't do shorts
virginia slims and camels for my crush 
grab hers after this cigarette butt what?
white rings it might seem you don't seem the harm in it  
so you smoke parliaments
it's in the air when you feel it
i'm a cowboy killer no american spirit

Loosifer (White Devil){VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION}

Grown Man Freeverse

Diamond deep fella your Belly  too canary
You work lower then the sludge the  sewer carry
Dim lit dimwit that's just not me looming as a luminary 
ate so many karats I think i can see the future clearly 
keep falling but im up now
used to keep it candle lit 
Not one for the early morning 
up with televangelist 
Fairy tales I can't exist in
Grimly told the catalyst 
Insignia a sinful grin 
the simple things that did him in 
... and I'm proud to be wordy 
Yin my heavy conscious yang a glass of prodigy jersey 
govern by these tricks just look at  all the props in a ganda
photos of broken souls getting lost in a camera 
rolling off no control so I locked in my bearings
so I'm locked in the barracks 
and I'm rocking some carrots 
with the humas and coming up with the hottest sililys 
clever mockery silly shit never stop if Achilles slit 

another summer breeze flow 
summer jobs some I got canned like keystone
money bite Atlanta all I ever bit was east coast 
californicated naked and the lingo we spoke 
cant afford the cadence of this native to the 3 coast 
rival like a pretty girl you always get the free smoke
shade is what they cast if you let them 
so its better if you tell em eat a bag of chorizo
my spirit top shelf so i wish you well 
as i bid fair how much does a prison sell 
For the right price lady justice will let you tip the scale
Reflex when they lift the veil its not sitting well
your Wisdom got a cavity
had quick scuffle with a robot now theyre charging me for battery what


presently not present in a conscious forum
wavy as the message any conch will form 
sea foam double cup button down lifes is on the up and up 
i double down and gamble on this clusterfuck
of saturation this is more than just infatuation 
10 years in I'm still better than the last occasion 
fuck the diet you can pass the bacon 
ask tyler 
scatter brain poetry i beat around the bush alot
isleyp between sheat where i beat around the ...next line please 
no more references to isleys 
the imaginary country club i frequent would despise me 
since an adolescent
up unto an adult im 
running off with the gavel 
and chucking it to the gravel 
rattle sand of time like maracas
my jawn awe struck mouth wider than Baraka's
pockets full ricotta bowl is stuffed spinaka 
had to public transit uber serge is on ibaka 
chief rocka so i guess that I'm in charge and 
the thc in this cartridge is making it hard to argue 
i summon a drink I'm somewhere securities asked to card you
she coming with me her sweater hold double the d like r2

everybody tries their best to keep up
that's why I put in speed bumps
off of coffee not a speed bump
used to puff tree trunk blunts 
I started making music with the crew you see on bunk
that gasoline lit match 
I lost myself in 22 got myself back now 
keep it at turtle that philosopher that old man route 
on a bean and rice diet
on a beat a night diet
write it into fruition 
my missed feed the fight fire 
with extinguishers 
lost like you didnt see the first 
and this part two 
that pill tastes like a harsh truth don't it?
I don't argue with baffoons from a far view 
youd think were both a beer away from stumbling of the bar stool
my bowl packed like a carpool
ignorant to 
artificial facts in that news article 
articles of cloths drape my furniture a great night 
in the stars no role player I blame it on the stage fright 
pass the joint I burn and work past it 
pass the point of no return blasted 
city pollution blocks my nightly view 
on ice hit out on mic I grab the bounty  got a license to
I don't like my life rifled through
ransacks the sample that i never cleared the rights to use 
libations got me red face feisty moods 
stray away from heidi Klum sneezes
who's he to just outright judge 
no biggie beef I label it a soundbite grudge
as the alpine thud 
imma 
wolf in peeps gown that don't mean I'm wearing it 
in the grand scheme there seems to be a lot of pyramids 
my peers are serving fast food watch me let it marinade 
arrogant and bashful real looker in my fairer days 
I serenade
prepared to bone like don't you smell the pheromones 
She's tired of those serotonin showman
wants a karat nose snowman 
bought a frosty from wendies 
and fuck the cost where im living 
I'm throwing caution to win this is young freezo

spacemonkey

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HIGH (Gambino Remix)

86

Production by @glassicprod

Artwork by @vantablacsol

Scatterbrain (Prod By Glassic)

First single off 86 Braincells 
Mixed and Mastered by @drewmantia

Not to hard to burn a bridge trolling
Shouldnt be that way its his home 
In defense mode never stress roll
Another topped off and her lips swollen 
Usually I'm sippin Jack 
But im feeling bougie so i bought the black label 
My girl tells me Imma dog
Get my Pippin on and that's word to aunt Mabel 
Technicolor pachiderms 
crack a Can of worms a case of that delirium 
Her Legs part thats when things fall Apart 
Meant to wear a condominium 
O in my prime meridian 
idiotic with the idioms 
Taste my own medicine fold up the Benjamins 
bank account a few millennium 
alchohol i got a case of 
-ism invisible when its a prison the feeling and never the taste of 
Daniels was fizzin kept diggin a ditch with a spade it was never the ace of
Horns sitting under make up
OOO baby with the fake love 
Let me Dry my tears with this pay stub  
BITCH

 BITCH I feel like dumbo 
Im Dumb off a bucket of juice
evidence sitting right there in the proof
Maybe IM LIKE DUMBO
Old lucky Tennessee she's the masseuse 
Used to be rough not she's something Im used to

boozing with Timothy q 
Thought it up but couldn't physically prove it
Crumble the tree like a list of excuses 
rolling it fat as a didgeridoo is
Wiggle his wand to the symphony's movement 
No one the wiser he didn't read music 
 puzzled expression his vision is Rubix
fifth in his clutch he might visit Anubis 
moonlight sonata the light of a lunatic
stressing he pipe a vagina to do the trick  lucid his dream in delirium tremens 
It must be the reason he seams to be loosing it 
Heavy on the skates the ice thin 
Innertube because we might swim 
mental traffic had a crash collision 
check the registration and the license skirt

Delirium (Prod. By Tommy Bazooka)

DISCLAIMER 
Mixed and mastered by @drewmantia

Drugs (prod. By Josh Grant)

¿Whuzthaye? < Prod. By Josh Grant >

For all my real fans who need the song on their iPod and what not
Let the World Catch Up coming soon.. love Willy

Video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBSfssHjuTs

Lyrics
http://rapgenius.com/Will-is-chillin-2cents-lyrics


2¢ (Prod. By Tommy Bazooka)

Abby Normal (prod. by Tommy Bazooka)

Uhhh... Tension (prod. by Tommy Bazooka)

La Luna/ Tic (prod. by Tommy Bazooka)

Dolo Blues 2 (prod. by Defmute)

Lifestyle (prod. by Loupo)

Above The Sink (prod. by Defmute)

Mixed and Mastered by Drew Mantia
Interude also by Drew Mantia

The Pharm (prod. by Josh Grant)

Pavement (prod. by Josh Grant)

Shhh (prod. by Josh Grant)

Best Meds (prod. by Defmute)

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IG TV
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if you met me, I probably didnt tell you I make music. 
Features and Bookings: will.is.chillin@gmail.com

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