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Golden

by Yung Pacemaker

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1.
Hunting Party The teams dressed in all black/ bloody Supreme hoodies and George Bush masks/ "cause money's all I need" is the message that we got from rap/ on the run Gunning for 52 million/ to spread amongst the rest of our hungry generation/ but schools pile on the pills to help increase our patience/ and doctors pile on the bills for worthless medication/ and all our sights aimed at's a measly 52 million?/ It is/ and I promise it's pragmatic/ giving it to kids who can't afford and education/ and these kids are buying in to major debt from education/ and the banks are raking in some billions from education/ we'll give it away/and of course it's tax free/ cause who else is gonna try and help the future of our nation/ and all we're gonna take is 52 million/ (who's got that kind of money?) oh you don't know man?/ just ask the Taliban/ that's how much they were given by the Bush administration/ I'm trying to bring these facts all they way to the streets/ giving Crack addicts/ C4 packets/ and Flak Jackets/ crackin' crooked cops in the face with bad minton rackets/ rapping and we're not even bad at it/ so much so that it sounds like we're back at it/ but this is probably the first time/ the little boys dollar club has been on your mind/ but not mine/ I've been sitting on this for months/ and I've been itching to show it to all the rest of you punks/ while they're out on the Yachts mixing drinks and having fun/ we'll creep in the back door with blades and silenced guns/ loaded clips with hollow tips and you better believe we'll come/ all we want is 52 million/ and we're taking every penny from Kennedy vacation funds
2.
Obsidian 01:11
OBSIDIAN Two thousand sixteen and they want to be me now/ Roll up to the party in A.P.C. Chinos/ With bottles and bottles of San pelligrino/ I only sip that and a double ristretto/ Your boy's on the rocks like I'm Henri Rosseau/ I'm handsome and cunning like Nicholas Reo/ Bought too much supreme but I get it for free now/ Well, Not yet but anyways I won't stop/ A C A B no friend to no cop/ Quick to dish tickets and even quicker to lock up/ Quick to crack kids and even quicker to pull Glocks/ Couldn't find a label when I wanted some help/ Tried to get it Golden got it put on a shelf/ Never asked for money I just earned it myself/ Eff Eff a kickstarter fund the record yourself/ That's why I'm/ Out here pinching pennies like I'm lavish Mitch/ It's lavish Mitch/ And you don't know the half of it/ I'll pay you with some chips and dip/ I'm looking for a sponsorship/ To keep on spittin' triplets/ For little kids/ Whose cigarettes/ Are burning fingertips/ Outside a house show/ stage dive off the kick drum/ fun in a bloody/ Givenchy hoodie/ Rottweiler Tiscci/ bangover queasy/ deals with A.P.C. like I wanna be Yeezy/ taught me / Jesus bought me/ Bumpin' Watch The Throne like
3.
20 Grams 03:49
20 Grams BABY ANYTIME YOU NEED IT YOU KNOW I GOT 20 GRAMS/ FILTERS ON THE COUNTER AND THE KETTLES IN MY HANDS/ COFFEE GAME OKONKWO EATIN' BEANS GETTIN YAMS/ CAFFEINE IN YOUR SYSTEM GOT THE JITTERS GO AND DANCE/ I got coffee stains on everything I love/ got the choppas in the closet cause I'm tryin' to Pusha Ton/ stuffin' little brown bags in the backpack/ With 12 oz packs in the napsack/ It's usually jam packed/ With coffee and greenbacks/ Nothin' I don't lack/ Even a soundtrack/ I know jokes abound/ but I ain't horsing around/ this afternoon I'll move 40 pounds/ and you know that ain't pre ground/ yeah I said 40 pounds/ and that ain't boasting/ cause and while I'm roasting/ I got goons unloading/ sacks of raw/ product from Africa/ green from GUAT a Mala/ International trafficker/ (Waaaap) it's a multi continental network/ of the world's largest export/ I'll prove myself an expert/ picking up notes of earth/ that you thought was a joke "it's dirt"/ observed only on a highly developed palate/ suns gone eclipsing crappy rappers with malice/ that means my tongue game royalty belongs in a palace/ simultaneously pickin' up subtleties/ and slappin' clown rappers crowns faster than I spit bars or cups of Green Mountain keurig brewed with dirty water/ I know y'all feeling that/ cause if you heard that/ you heard that/ My flow's on tap/ like it's cold brew/ Putting science to good use/ that nitro infused/ bubbling but it's smooth/ made in a toddy or tower/ quick to devour/ a cold brew in the shower/ pouring out shots of concentrate/ Knock em both back eyes start to dilate/ Stimulate/ Pulsate/ Accelerate/ permeate my brain/ As I fixate on a brisk 6/8 WHOO) BABY ANYTIME YOU NEED IT YOU KNOW I GOT 20 GRAMS/ CHEMEX ON THE COUNTER AND THE FILTERS IN MY HAND/ COFFEE GAME ESCOBAR I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN/ CAFFEINE IN YOUR SYSTEM WE'RE ALL WINNERS IN MY CAMP/ I always got a grinder and a fish scale/ Apple fritters and a couple fly females/ And a timer pay attention to the details/ Getting zooted off espresso never pale ales/ But the whole team's tryin' to get zipped/ Watch your mug cause Cuda will chug half of it/ and even when my hand was split/ I only put cold brew in the morphine drip Always out on my hustle/ I'm brewing or doing vocals/ You gotta preheat your vessel/ With water left in your kettle/ That concentrated ristretto/ That black as New England Metal/ I'm always looking for "better" I'm never going to settle/ Just stomp it out like a pedal/ I'm always rocking raw denim/ Never sweats/
4.
Albino Pace: Show up in a Chevy Impala/ 5 thousand dolla/ Rick Owens Bomba/ that I got from my momma/ for Christmas/ the missus/ is missing/ her Christmas gift/ on her big wish list/ so I guess that I'll get/ her a madewell vest/ with these rap game checks/ or something/ she said you know pacemaker/ it's funny cause I really only like white rappers/ And I said baaby/ you know I'm not an MC/ and I can't free style/ but the style are tips are free/ all you really got to do is study pictures of me/ and besides/ who else would you listen too?/ a bunch of those other goons?/ they don't even speak the truth/ and they you do then shoot/ I guess that means that I'm a gangster too/ no/ setting paces Doin' laps/ around the track/ I'm talking about raps/ running in circles with my lyrACS/ Wrote the whole album sober/ so these lines are more potent/ so my rhymes are more focused/ And no I don't smoke but my style's still dopest/ only kid in grey slacks and the black Nike Roche's/ on the toes/ how it goes/ but I want you to know/ when I rap about clothes/ man it's all trivial/ don't matter/ just a hobby/ or a habit at this point/ like sparking a tight joint/ but you don't really need it right?/ alright just keep telling yourself that/ and maybe you'll know that/ who influences you/ probably shouldn't be Wayne/ that kids gayer than Dwayne/ when he's look in' at the Rock's Johnson Cuda: Cuda Cooder in this mooda fooda/ nick told me not cuss I said fucker what the fooda/ saw your girlfriend and I smacked her in the boota/ kissed her on the mouth and I didn't knew her/ Gettin' tipsy sippin' raccoon blood/ I ain't saying I'm thug/ but I'll leave you slumped on the rug/ Get laid from time to time/ Im still a man dime/ Still doing crimes/ Still writing dope ass lines/ Drunk off simba/ Drunk off love/ Late for dinner ya call me young thug/ Call me a young man/ with this krink in my hand/ I love you Uncle Sam/ boy I fucked yo bitch and she claim she don't know me now/ I SWED everyday and I know it don't slow me down/ sky high on some Simba and that good kush/ cocaine rich like I'm mother fucking George bush/ Damn shawty heard that your a nympho/ Can I get your info/ I can be your pimp yo/ See her in a crop top/ Girl have you seen my argyle socks/ Shawty playing with my own cock/ In this drop top/ I got two now/ Which one should I choose now/ Try and guess like Blues Clues/ Wow No food just espresso for breakfast/ Like Antwon, y'all grinding for Deathwish Pace: Or Bronson/ keep a .45 tucked in the wasteband/ Swigging single origins while I'm rocking to Hot Damn/ No one like me in Connecticut grassland/ Everything is scarred like we're talking my right hand/ Pun on sacred/ Cuda's faded/ Mitch is basted/ Our fame's belated/ I only rhyme with my brothers/ I don't cuss so I know your moms love us/ I don't mess with verdé devils lettuce/ but I still spit on cops like I'm mister Paul Ference/ fast cars fast women and fast food/ the latter cause I spent all my money on the first two/ the laughter cause I saved all my stupid lines for verse two/ oh my bad/ is it verse three?/ probably/Still mé/ rhyme scheme/ cycle complete/ AND I STILL ROCK MY KAHKIS WITH A CUFF AND A CREASE Yayo: Put your lips around my brain/ and talk to me/ I'll leave some knowledge on your skin/ because the mood i'm in/ can't be satisfied/ and if you didn't want that spunk/ you should have hopped up off this junk/ girl I need to know it's love
5.
Up Into 01:05
6.
Mission 02:18
GOLDEN
7.
A Phrygian Inclination Pace: Nobody wants to hear you rhyme about how big your purse is/ or militant verses/ of puttin' rappers in hearses/ spraying shots and abundant curses/ Stuff your mouth with soap and go get the nurses/ linguistic filler vulgarity/ content with no content in those obscenities/ but anyways/ I got two piano men and I won't stop until I got a third/ a feature from Jason Beck or Butler/ but I heard one of them got murdered/ back in Canada/ found frozen in the cold/ killed by chilly/ so I guess I gotta fly to France/ and settle for Gonzo on the keys makin' ladies dance/ The next Einstein will write rhymes and yea I think that's true/ Sad musical genius man I think that's either you/ or Kanye/ they all say/ the 808's made/ my heartbreak/ cause now everybody uses those/ sounds like firing some Major Lazers/ I dip low/ duck/ man I still can't get down with techno/ nobody knows a MacBook ain't an instrument/ you can ask Fugazi/ if that was bossy/ I'm sorry/ just pardon me/ Stockholm and they lied to me/ just like Patty Hearst honestly/ my manners are better than this/ I'm trying to attract the type of folks that'll pay kids to spit/ so my momma don't gotta worry about how she'll live/ laid back getting checks from her oldest kid/ Pacemaker trick/ and I did all the percussion/ if you don't like my rhymes you still can't knock the production/ and oh yea Chilly/ I almost forgot to mention/ You should pay attention/ To this next chord progression Walrus: Sag my pants but I ain't a fool/ They Spend their money on nothing cool/ I got a crocodile in my swimming pool/ Got a winning complex and I hate to lose/ I love to win/ And if you ain't a lady then/ you can step off my land/ Or get rocked in the face with a tattooed hand/ I shouldn't have to say/ Get yo bitch ass out the way/ It's just me and fuckin' Pace/ Tryin' to weave between the snakes/ And 5-0 on the corner/ Like to see me a goner/ Keep a .45 in the wasteband/ man you wouldn't wanna/ try a fucker with a finger on the trigger/ Uh/ Talk a lot of shit but you keep your mouth shut/ When you see me sippin Hennessy in the strip club/ Tough guy but I heard that you swallow the nut/ Quick to rub it out like a parliament butt/ Fuck it/ Rappers keep talking about millions and shit/ Got enough wealth just look at my wrist/ My rhymes stay hotter than some grilled catfish/ So when it comes to rappin man I ain't goin quit/ I ain't goin stop till it makes me rich/ Like Bon Jovi's bitch/ And Billy Ray's kids/ 18karat filter on me like I'm lavish Mitch/ Used to be a hard life but now it's golden bitch/
8.
WORST VERSE // Grew up on songs and John/ Wayne was a nazi/ bumpin' millions of dead cops/ as we hop in Cuda's M series and take off/ to cruise around the block I unlock the drop top/ and the wind picks up/ ruffling the fringed bottom of her little crop top/ and we're on our way/ on down to the park/ It's a beautiful day And it's summer so there's always honeys buzzin round the spot/ like bees/ and they like me/ I think? they like me/ I pay their lawyer fees/ judge asked if they were guilty/ said "trick I might be"/ nose rings say "bite me"/ and I want to/ these girls look so cool/ rockin' septum piercings but don't take no bull/ They need a Yung Pacemaker like their hearts is stopped/ I rock a stupid haircut my head looks like a mop/ it's bald all around and I let the top flop/ it's either that or throw a box logo up top/ and yea spending money on a hat/ is foolish I know/ but I save enough cash passin' on theatrics/ club hits/ and backflips for major labels/ like I don't need the rap money/ I got better stable ways of putting bread up on the table/ climbin' stacks/ and I'm makin' em too/ while your friends are wastin' time getting faded with you/ and you're just not cool/ the tank tops in the winter showin' bad tattoos/ and yea we get big manly man "no homo" dude/ but your still kinda more of a fag than Nick Bentley's dad/ and that's saying a lot/ cause I hate that dude more than Stray hates cops/ copped some new come ups/ Givenchy over Louis V/ and they know I can't afford it so they just give it to me/ for free/ it's easy/ to be me/ spinning lyrical tornados a little more than breezy/ say you're flying high but I'm rapping a whirlwind/ clean mind sending words that will put your jet in a tailspin/ better grab a chute cause you're gonna be bailin'/ Out here pushing envelopes like ima U.S. mailmen/ going postal/ and I do hope you know I wrote/ every verse in this whole/ mixtape in a work week/ so I guess in a round about way you could say/ I got paid to rap before I even got paid to rap/ and while you wrap your mind around that last line/ I'll continue by telling you mine/ was occupied on the daily grind/ pressed for time/ Hungry and no sleep combined/ and I still slapped down material twice as good as what y'all usually hearin'/ and that's not even boastful/ that's just an anecdote/ that goes to show/ or say/ that rappers today/ are careless about what they put out/ seemingly only concerned with "if she puts out"/ or getting drunk of of stout/ giving into a bout/ with narcissism and drunkeness/ are y'all hearing this?/ It doesn't seem like it/ and I'm not convinced you aren't impressed/ with fraudulent lines of pieces and dimes/ overly simplified minds/ "making mine" and doin' time/ in the back of your minds/ it's cool to do time/ like a convict/ convicted in wasted time/ and not putting my own mind to good use/ using resources as a commodity/ on the commode flushing creativity and originality/
9.
Vox Humana / Vox Celeste Palm trees/ Flat broke disease/ And La Mirada has got me on my knees/ Now I sure ain't the truest of true/ But/ But every different day a different side of you La Mirada my little merci/ How come you're the only one I let hurt me/ I want to be the last man to ever grace your lips/ I want my face to feel the heat up off your pretty hips/ I want to get my teeth caught up in your crucifix/ Betwixt your restful breasts/ But When distance is an issue/ there's nothing I do but miss you/ And think about how I wish you/ Were home in my bed/ But your only home's in my head/ And my heart is just pledged/ To the thought of you/ Or maybe even to the thought of us two/ But it wouldn't work and you knew/ So communication withdrew/ Feelings first to subdue/ And then you bid me adieu/ I wrote about you/ and then I tore out the pages/ automated exchanges/ makes us not lovers but feigners/ we are only strangers/ The only time we talk it's on the phone/ but she's right here and wants me to take her home/ so I guess she doesn't know/ that this young padawan's a vagabond/ and I'm not messing with these hoes/ and I'm not playing with this flow/ and I'm not sippin' on patron/ And you better believe I'm going home/ And when I do I'll be alone/ I'm not eating/ It's hard dealing with these four feelings/ One: stomach grumbling like I devoured a foul luncheon/ Two: every four minutes's when I think of you/ Three: wishing different it could be/ Four: it was never GOOD, and it hasn't been/ So why are you the only one I think of then?/ No matter what I'm being prematurely forced to think of something clever for the last word/ But I'm just blowing hot air like the Hindenburg/ Grab my jacket, walk it off Get lost in the cold, and stranded/ On an ice. Berg
10.
Isreal 04:49
ISRAEL // Red sweater beat Sun sinks into the evergreens/ Moonlight illuminates my face inhaling nicotine/ Chase it with the last couple drops from my canteen/ Soak a rag in kerosene/ Hunting party's waving lit torches/ Growing up in the forest /made a savage out of man/ so I creep into her den/ slash her throat and steal her babies/ you'll remember me for this/ praised in the mouths of Connecticut farmers/ fawned over by every single one of their daughters/ But I'm not even messing with em/ I'm only interested/ in a ride or die type chick/ Some Bonnie Clyde type shit/ A girl more forceful than a 30/06 Who carries more weight than two tons of red bricks/ A woman who'll hold my weapon/ But fire back real quick/ More bite than citric/ And for her I fashioned a cloak/ from the pelt from that wolf/ Cause my baby only wears furs/ And she says the bloodier the better/ I don't know nobody fresher/ And she thinks I look best with bullet holes in my sweater/ Four snares playing paradidles and murderous rhythms/ when we ride/ Live free or die/ Forget a piece we're out to take the entire pie/ Crush your allies/ Self aggrandize/ Whatever/ Saying "never better"/ While pigs raid my cellar/ And my neighbors wonder why I'm grabbing for irons like I am Tiger Woods/ Come here and take this land Man I wish a tiger would/ Militia run through and torch ya whole tiger hood/ That rip through the thick dark cloud/ Gunpowder/ Black as my heart/ Black as these murderous thoughts/ That creep though the dark/ And solidify as my rifle barks/ Setting fire to the Union Jack/ Taking cracks at lobster backs/ Quick to duck/ Hit the deck/ Shots spraying over head/ Shrapnel hit their target/ Make a martyr/ leave a soldier dead/ Caught one in the jugular/ Lead rip though ya neck/ (Pulled out my beretta) And at point blank range that shot will spin you around/ dick/ shoulder full of pellets as you fall the ground/ pick/ up another weapon loaded rifles abound/ Lobbing shots off as shots rock/ And rip through your crew/ Troop Cut down in twos/ With blood splatter and brain matter on the heel of your boots/ I can deal death with my saber too/ Savage as a saber tooth/ I turned your British brothers to bodies my crew is gonna loot/ Yea/ First Thirteen over everything/ I'll split the spleen of any man that comes between/ My native country thee/ Land of the noble free/ Whose name I love/ Celebrate with rum/ And a fat Cuban/ Out here I'm a legend like Rick Rubin/ Young Americans and no one thought we could do it/ So bring your empires like mountains we're here to move em/ I ain't sure if God's by my side/ But I know that Britain wants me either dead or alive/ And I have a feeling hell will have me if God's good graces I defy/ Baby's letters and clenched rosaries while I ride/ And regardless in spite of all this I'm not dying tonight/ And I'll be damned if I let any King take that from me/ Take the stillness out back and put it on it's shaking knees/ Put a bullet in my head if in this land I won't be free/ Leave the bowing to the saints I'll go die on my feet/
11.
Morning 06:36
Muther/ Thank you/ I need you to know that I don't blame you/ And for the rest/ You did your best/ I've never thought anything less/ Your actions were always what you thought was right/ Took a ring and signed on to a life/ Of fear and threats/ Every other drunken night/ Of beer and debts/ Pain and petty brainless fights/ It's just what we get/ But in the early morning light/ It's all alright/ Cause an "I don't remember" works just as well as an apology/ And to the kids/ Talking to them we just won't bother see/ Please/ Please don't go back to that/ Misguided but you did it for us/ If no one else I know you I could trust/ You stuck it out/ Cause you thought it was best for your children/ We never questioned your intentions/ But please/ Please don't go back to that/ Angels don't lie with rats/ They don't make their beds in the midst of combat/ How can you rest in that?/ I'm exhausted/ I love you/ And that's just not an option to go back to/ I'm not sure I could go through/ Seeing him rip into the drive on a Harley/ Inebriated violent & angry/ Stumble to the door as your family flees/ Breath reeks of greasy biker dick and whiskey/ Enter the house only home out of cruelty/ Home terrorizing my beautiful mother/ Fists clenched screaming as he stumbles closer/ bash his brains in like he tried to do to my kid brother/ but no no. See I'd charge right into him/ closing up space/ Jam my blade between his ribs and then I'd spit in his face/ (Pause) but I'm not going to/ cause everyone that knows him knows he sure as hell ain't worth the jail time/ and he's already tried to ruin too many years of mine/ but what the hell is that anyways?/ why do so many young men in my generation fantasize about killing their own fathers/ Have they earned it?/ Do they deserve it?/ Do we just lash out when our world flips?/ Cause I'd rather bleed out in a ditch/ than see your face again you piece of rat (ah)/ And if you end up hearing this/ the only thing I have to say/ is don't you ever think about coming near my family/ I started cutting you off years ago and you were just too foolish and self absorbed to see/ and now I'm finally in a position to sever every single tie/ no father of mine/ and God knows you aren't a man/ cause men don't spend their nights trying to fight women and children/ you don't have the right to ever utter my name again/ you are dead to me/ and for everyone else's sake I hope the alcohol poisoning kills you way sooner than later/

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released May 5, 2015

Produced and engineered by Chris Yeterian and Mitch Schneider

Mixed by Chris Yeterian

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering

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