Grimy

P A R T Y  B O Y

rap.

fornicate ladies, acquire currency

will is chillin

moody

TeamSESH / HollowSquad / WaterBoyz
http://soundcloud.com/teamsesh / http://soundcloud.com/xavierwulf / https://soundcloud.com/christravis

Official Video: http://youtu.be/D8AGKWyyrJ8 

Produced by Purpdogg

Sample Credit: Boards Of Canada

Bones , Xavier Wulf & Chris Travis - WeDontBelieveYou (Prod. by Purpdogg)

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Biscayne Blvd [Prod.By Logic]

Hollow Squad
Prod. Shadow Grim
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twitter.com/xavierwulf

Blood Shore Season 2 http://www.mediafire.com/download/th2x4p484b44h80/Xavier+Wulf+-+Blood+Shore+Season+2.zip


Xavier Wulf - Thunder Man (Prod. Shadow Grim)

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OCTOBER 28, 2014


Venice

Might Be

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Bones - HDMI (Prod. by Antonio)

prod. Young Chop, Plu2o Nash,  Chance The Rapper & The Social Experiment.



Stevie Wonder

"Stevie Wonder" ft Chance The Rapper

John McEnroe (produced by Jazz Purple)

The Palmer Squares - Keeping Dumb Square [Finna]

Gold EP 
First official project of up and coming artist Cha Reck

Right Now (Prod. Alex Collins)

im coming...

LYRICS : 

I pay my dues and get paid for it too
The outcome of my input
Is my favorite view
I do the work of two and half men
Like Charlie Sheen
This is what you get
When you don't care about the party scene
So pardon me
If I don't really look amused
I'm just shootin for the masses
Like I'm tryna make the news
All this winning by myself
Got these labels all confused
I should do a deal with a Nike
Cuz these checks are comin soon
Oo
Am I the only one lifted
The money ain't as fun
When you're the only one with it
I needa smaller table and a bigger fence
I see these leeches campin out
It's like they live in tents
I'm too advanced for your advances
Man I'm feelin godly
Russ is the wave
Nah Russ the tsunami
Te quieres casara conmigo
Yea they want me
This is for my Spanish girls in Brooklyn screaming papi
Everybody's in the same game
Different levels with it
Same hell
Different devils with it
Lemme tell you how my life feel
This past year has felt like a high light reel
I chew my beats
And I spit out anthems
If you wanna stand out gotta be outstanding
I know what I gotta do
To make my mom stop crying
Trying times doesn't mean it's time to stop trying
I'm flying with wings
That grew from leaps of faith
Feelin star struck every time I see my face
Oh that's crazy talk ain't it
I'm just gassed off my drive tho
Whole album fire
I might call the shit pyro
I could go to Saudi
Make 20 racks a night
By the time this comes out
It's probably 5 times the price
5 mics use to mean something
Nowadays I don't give a fuck
About your magazine it means nothing
I change the world by example
Not by my words
I move around with a handful of people
That know they worth
Ain't no playin us
We were born to make a dent
We understand that there's way more to life
Than just paying rent
But speaking of rent
I think we bout to lose the house
Think they repoing the cars
Think we gotta sell the couch
Think they cuttin off the lights
Think they turnin off the water
And I'm still turnin down every single label offer
Top prospect
Projected high draft pick
I'm in my own league tho
Own my own team tho
Making hooks like lay ups
And verses like free throws
I beat the game and I ain't even use a cheat code
You hatin from the stands
I'm ballin out
Peep the seats tho
Too young for this wisdom
Make them wanna check ID tho
I been psychic
Motherfuckers doubted
I suggest you listen when I talk
And shut yo mouth it's
Very evident I know some shit you don't
What you gonna do if they don't send a boat
Better learn to swim lil guppy

Tsunami (Prod. Russ)

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Rapper/songwriter Wax is releasing his new mixtape “The Cookout Chronicles” on Friday, September 2, 2016.  The Internet rap pioneer has developed a dedicated following over the last several years, a following which is sure to embrace this project.  After finding major success in Europe with his hit “Rosana” and viral success worldwide with his creative video content, Wax is now in a place where he just does what he wants.  In creating “The Cookout Chronicles” over the last year or so, he just wanted to write and record “feel good shit."
 
The mixtape has more featured artists than any project Wax has dropped in the past.  The features include blues rap legend G Love, art rapper Open Mike Eagle, rapper and TV personality Awkwafina, and underground rap heavyweights Jerron Benton, Sahtrye, and Intuition.  As always, his twin brother Herbal T also appears on a track.  While Wax handles most of the production himself, his frequent collaborator EOM adds some beats, as do a few other producers.  Experimental bass guitar prodigy Mono Neon adds two tracks to the project.   
 
 The Cookout Chronicles is Wax’s most cohesive project to date.  Wax says that the project is designed to be listened to all the way through, as he intended to craft the perfect soundtrack to a backyard barbeque.  The songs are generally of the “feel good” variety, and showcase the rapper’s talent for intricate, witty, rap bars and also his deftness with melody and harmony.  From the bossa nova inspired “First Love” to the blues/funk jam “So High”, the songs can accompany a cold beer on the porch or an all out party.  For the hardcore rap fans, “Bulletproof” veers off the chill path, with an evil head nodding beat that would work well as the soundtrack to a worldstar fight video.  The mixtape contains an astounding amount of quotable rap lines, leaving the listener to repeatedly ask “how the fuck did he think of that?”
 
The Cookout Chronicles will be available on all major digital outlets on September 2, 2016.  You can find Wax at:

09 Bike Rap

!!!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

VIDEOOOOOO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSquCbvjNOc&feature=youtu.be

LYRICS

speak up 
compose the thoughts that i think of 
wreak of pink and green stuff coolin 
yin and yang congruent
I'm in the lab brewing imma boss in spades 
you get bostoned 
punchline bruin 
this is not a field that i'm new in
a nuance of self worth grew when in the stu and
a lot of people thought that i was stupid 
nose in a book of penned goodies
brash drums that the sample gets looped in 
whats up dude? a dub and brew keep me subdued
not from Jamaica but this one's rude.. bullet!!!!
86 and moody back to cool it 
my catalog could really use some coolant
fire in the booth so the function got humid 
dysfunctional human
 the funk is so putrid 
raw like sewage 
mausoleum beats i just call it tomb tunage 
go against the grain watch me carve right through it 
what? 

No saint but I'm a lunatic 
You say I stole your flow I'm probably biting what influence it
All types to hog mics the architects 
Brainstorming more than likely that your parka's wet 
Archetype because I'm the type to type all night 
what? 
Passion at a plight on Christ level
(splash) been wavy paper mache the skin pasty  
origami how i bend phrases
'til a feature is at least ten ben franklins 
dusty mic basement raps i stand adjacent to none 
destroys the blood suckers like a stake or the sun what?

Blue {VIDEO IN DESRIPTION }

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

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
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}

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

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

Butt Dial/Auto Pilot

Will is Chillin'