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1. |
City of Heart
03:05
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I brought my heart
To this city of art
Had friends loved ones torn all apart
I try to love like I’m like only above none
Got Sheet covers from ex lovers
That can’t love us
My hangover like makeover makeup
I’m living in the limits if its break up
Cause I use to play pick up
Hooping in the alley
Homegrown valley
Crates where da baskets
I dreamt on adlib
I wrote it into madness
Days get to passing
I’m talking like its average
But it's just nostalgic
Nothing's ever lasting
Lets hit it one last time
Lituanica
Came from a roof that collapsed
in my face
I’on need face
But I give if its fate
Y'all want trouble
I want nothing
I walk in world full of possible theft
(Bitch) I’m stress
Get my vest
Strap my neck
Hickey on my flesh
My Marx get you outta the worse
You know how it works
The everyday phenomenon
That made Slick Rick tell stories about the gone
Kids
Gotta give it up regardless
You know we all broken artists?
That’s what art is?
What’s already there shifted
But then that delusion comes back around and tells you, you gifted (it)…
My charms ain’t alright
My palms bleed of life
Might drum fo’ yo life
Can’t run fo’ yo life
It's all inna fight
It’s all inner fight
My charms ain’t alright
My palms bleed of life
Might drum fo’ yo life
Can’t run fo’ yo life
It's all inna fight
It’s all inner fight
My charms ain’t alright
My palms bleed of life
Might drum fo’ yo life
Can’t run fo’ yo life
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2. |
Jazz Bone Drill
03:01
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Chrome on chrome
Gotta rome on Rome
I edit like a hext gone wrong for ya dome
An ex gone ghost
I flex on both
I’m on always on low
My mind is a boat
Chrome on chrome
Gotta rome on Rome
I edit like a hext gone wrong for ya dome
An ex gone ghost
I flex on both
I’m on always on low
My mind is a boat
Niggas wanna joke
I just wanna cope
Niggas wanna cop
Till they see the cops
She say wanna w.a.p
I just ate h’a whopper
I just gotta rock
I’on do em rocks
I’m from the ol’ chi
Where they shoot with no eye
Crosshair niggas
Wanna jazz bone drill
Do it for a thrill
Till they pass on ill
I just had to live it till I knew that I could pivot
We was 6 - 7
On dat do you bang?
Watchu thank?
You smiling
Raise money for ya casket
Yo’ mother, yo brother, yo uncle, yo sister, yo cousin, yo auntie
You cussin’
You dead cause yo being is ahead
You dead cause of existential dread
You dead cause the State is always there
You dead cause the bullet’s unaware
Chrome on chrome
Gotta rome on Rome
I edit like a hext gone wrong for ya dome
An ex gone ghost
I flex on both
I’m on always on low
My mind is a boat
Chrome on chrome
Gotta rome on Rome
I edit like a hext gone wrong for ya dome
An ex gone ghost
I flex on both
I’m on always on low
My mind is a boat
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3. |
Life of the Trees
04:44
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Life for the trees always special
My range hit that thang like a vessel
I don’t believe what you seek
Dramas don’t fuck up my beat
I spent the days of the weeks
With no peeps
My phone beeps
I can’t speak
But I can sleep on ya
I roll deep
Before thee
Trips sets in on ya
I left land on ya
I Gotta fly tho
You know the cycle
Stretched out life fo
Wake up in the morning
With somebody whose mourning
My grief is dormant
My ego don’t drive the id
How you think these niggas had go arrive in here
We was tripping on to trade to survive in here
I wake in the mourning and I’on wonna be clear \
Y’all want imperials
I want ethereals
Don’t touch my alias
What can I say to this
Record of Beckett
Coming and going
Kouri- vini
Mo te fini
What do you see than
The Black of the be
I gave my heart
And it tumbled with thieves
So what the fuck I like look in a in a garden eve
Life for the trees always special
My range hit that thang like a vessel
Life for the trees always special
My range hit that thang like a vessel
I shed tears for my peers
I’on thug dream
An imperative narratives of an underdog cisgenderrred arrogance
To talk like this
Aint it funny how a thought like this could change everything
I use to live like time wasn’t everything
Till I learned from my couzos how to mine dreams
I’m still down for the rise it just takes time
So I roll like a nigga gotta die in peace
Left alone when the world isn’t eye in me
I guess they call it a transition
Of feeling different.
Aint it funny how a thought like this could change everything
I use to live like time wasn’t everything
Life for the trees always special
My range hit that thang like a vessel
Life for the trees always special
My range hit that thang like a vessel
I don’t believe what you seek
Dramas don’t fuck up my beat
I spent the days of the weeks
With no peeps
My phone beeps
I can’t speak
But I can sleep on ya
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4. |
Land of Hands
03:18
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Said that you would love me huh
(Boy, Please)
I wake when the skies are grey
(Fo’ real)
I’m hanging with my shadows now
(On god)
I bless up when the stars awake (for real)
My teacher said I’ll never leave (Chicago)
He said I’m just a stupid nigga (he was racist)
Now I’m New York writing figures
Who would figure?
Its been 8 its years in the mix
Mind yo’ business
Said that you would love me huh
(Boy, Please)
I wake when the skies are grey
(Fo’ real)
I’m hanging with my shadows now
(On god)
I bless up when the stars awake (for real)
My teacher said I’ll never leave (Chicago)
He said I’m just a stupid nigga (he was racist)
Now I’m New York writing figures
Who would figure?
Its been 8 its years in the mix
Mind yo’ business
Its been 8 its years in the mix
Mind yo’ business
Bounce with a lean in
Rice with some beans yeah
Everybody dream yeah
Cause its never easy
Now we easy bake aye
Even tho’ we slaves yeah
Money make a grave what
Money make a grave what
Bounce with a lean in
Rice with some beans yeah
Everybody dream yeah
Cause its never easy
Now we easy bake aye
Even tho’ we slaves yeah
Money make a grave what
Money make a grave what
Bounce with a lean in
Rice with some beans yeah
Everybody dream yeah
Cause its never easy
Now we easy bake aye
Even tho’ we slaves yeah
Money make a grave what
Money make a grave what
You don’t even know who I am
If you catch you these hands
It’ll land
You don’t even know who I am
If you catch you these hands
It’ll land
Said that you would love me huh
I wake when the skies are grey
I’m hanging with my shadows now
I bless up when the stars awake
My teacher said I’ll never leave
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5. |
Scorpio Sun
02:24
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With all I did for you for her to act like that
She gon’ say I’m rude when its just the facts
You use to be cool now its only traps
Since I didn’t know the rules when I was feignings for your love
See both y’all knew you could never show me trust
I grew up with bus tickets from Chicago
So I can go down on yo exes south side
I had an ex before but he never gave me peace
I’m feigning for ya love girl
If ya got the strap
Thats what you said to me when I wanted to be free
What are these conditions
When I’m telling you I’m trans
See can do you both like nobody else can
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6. |
Endlessly by RIVER
02:36
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lately i don’t fw nobody
but you know i love it when you call me
hotel, meet me in the lobby
i know you’re not afraid to get naughty
i don’t know what to tell you babe
swear that every day you been up on my brain
shootin my shot til i kobe fadeaway
one two step will you come my way
or i can come there if you want babe
make you come whenever you want babe
yes i can pull your hair if you want babe
you know i’m loving everything that you got on babe
hol up hol up
ima roll up roll up
toke up toke up
yeah
hol up hol up
ima show up show up
whenever you want
yeah
chorus:
lately baby fuck a conversation
being with you feel like vacation
baby your body’s my vacation
vacation
(x2)
verse 2:
you like it
when i get
expensive
believe me girl
i get the message
tell me if i’m more
than you expected?
you know if i said then i meant it
do it for the love, not acceptance
fuck a like, retweet, and a mention
but if you’re showing love i’ll accept it
go ahead, step with me girl
you can take a trip inside my world
you can hold my hands if i go too fast
but don’t you worry baby ima make last
ima make it last
chorus:
lately baby fuck a conversation
being with you feel like vacation
baby your body’s my vacation
vacation
(x2)
outro:
i can show you galaxies
show you things you’ve never seen
i don’t know what i need
but you’re on my mind endlessly
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7. |
Midwest Existentialism
03:48
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I been on no mind
Can I hop on yo you mind
I Hope that you don’t mind
If we hang around till 5
The weather treats you good
The sun on you is awesome
I wish that I could blossom to the stature of your talking
I’m usually always late but I’d bring some charms to date
Our fate’s finitude
But its feel like endless interludes
Always in-between
The light is dim
The bite is slim
To each her own
I be feeling like I’m gone
We can stay awake for days
Promise that this ain’t phase
I know that I can give
And thats all that I can give
Can you hold me down
When I crave flight
Tripping these sounds like a grave sight?
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8. |
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I Trade flows on these foes
Like a catfish
You Can’t touch what you never really had yeah
I came from the streets born in the alleys
Trapped in the crack of dope valley
Englewood when they smoking them backwoods
Back of the Yard ing
Bridging imports
Cabrini Garden
Chicago New Orleans
I’m deep as the blood runs
Flee when the Opps come
Beef with the problem
Shocking then locking and popping
Them boats
Everything since I was youngin no joke
Kelly McKinleys
CPD Bentleys
I was 15 yelling CPDK
The 6 0 like a nigga zip code 6 aye
All I need is a little bit of weed fix aye
Naw mean with Da lord means
When you got da dope pops
With a broke fiend
That coulda been your step pops
It both means
I been around
Come to the town
Don’t be a clown
Chicago mane
Bronzeville dreams
Kick push homes
Leave ya displaced
With no trace
K- Town
No face
Shoot hoops for loot
Humboldt thumping
Leaving em Parking
They aint bluffing
From them Hunnids
Run them numbers
Link aint coming
Food and liquor
Cornersto’
Catch a lick by his toe
If he holla what’s a dollar
I don’t need a alot
(I’m thankful for the dance)
(Say your grace )
Take me as I am
I’m never chasing m’s
I don’t need a alot
I’m thankful for the dance
(Say your grace )
Take me as I
Take me as I
Take me as I
Never chasing
Never chasing
M’s
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9. |
Rocket Power
02:20
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How you get to rock it
When you fast forward
We was so hypnotic
On the last one
yea
These hoes love me
Cause I’ am one
taught my shadow
Go Roll one
I ain’t out in Texas
Drug plug like x-mas
Thats tha x I don’t miss
We was dropping them 6s
…..
love me when I’m not sober
three points
Three points
yeah
Don’t sell no brick
but my point still hit
Yeah
Came from the streets of the chi
Ooh
Niggas die on the fly
Boo
Opposition so haiku
Yeah they hate it when they love you
God niggaas wanna robs niggas
So we five figures we grave digging
People fade like stay with me
This cuts just ain’t given
Mo’ scares
Mo’ scares
Ooh
Mo’ ki
mo’ death loot
These dreams not far
Deferral so fertile
I lean on myrtle
Protein
Don’t notice
These scars I’m holding
These wounds you loving
How you get rock it
When you fast forward
We was so hypnotic
On the last one
yea
These hoes love me
Cause I’ am one
taught my shadow
Go Roll one
Fade shade
Sway the wave
Blade run
Bleed away
Days change
Eat the rich
Bitch
Its
Make a lane
(free style) : i get high on a monday, i get high when i’m walking by
I get fly when you walking by
How you get to rock it
How you get to rock it
Yeah
We was so hypnotic
How you get rock it
When you fast forward
We was so hypnotic
On the last one
yea
These hoes love me
Cause I’ am one
taught my shadow
Go Roll one
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10. |
T4Television (feat. eve)
01:54
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If I make it out this life
I can tell you how the dream
If I make it out this house
I might die before I scream.
Don’t you ever count to 3 (3)
Or you‘ll never ever leave
Never let it breathe
You just gotta go to sleep.
Demons on my back,
I just love to relax.
TV talking heads
They don’t even know we’re dead.
Wrist with no slits
But I gotta wrap like this
Tripping out
Tripping out
Give it out
For tha life.
Fuck what is death
When your held by the law
I’m so appalled
I don’t even know I’m lost
Hearing all these voices
Do you ever know your friends
This ain’t how it ends
It just starts up all again
If I make it out this life
I can tell you how the dream
If I make it out this house
I might die before I scream.
Don’t you ever count to 3 (3)
Or you‘ll never ever leave
Never let it breathe you just gotta go sleep.
Demons on my back,
I just love to relax
TV talking heads
They don’t even know we’re dead
Wrist with no slits
But I gotta wrap like this
Tripping out
Tripping out
Give it out
For thaaaaaa.
Never let it breathe you just gotta go sleep.
Never let it breathe you just gotta go sleep.
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11. |
Levels of Wacker Drive
04:12
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Walking in the world day
Can’t ease or stop
I was lost on lower Wacker
Where da trees don’t talk
Had to trip on a heart joke
Everybody want to smoke
Till they ass get smoked
I wasn’t living on reggie
I was living on that fuck me
Before you could ever love me
I’on do flowers in towers
Cut my throat in this hour
When does it all feel so sour?
And you can’t cope with some power?
When they love to abandon you dire
I never can fan up the fire
I always alone when I’m tired
I write when I’m full of the desire
My mind is an open
multiplier
How many thoughts do I have to aspire to
Just say im (un)like you
Since when did I had to go call it mine
I was living in a hollow mind
Fitted for the only line
I ain't been outside
Hold up wait
I been on some healing
Blow up (aye)
Catch a motherfucker outside and don’t awake up
I wonder how my dreams use to live in a layup
Make it outta the hood just to make another system
Living in apparatus of a rhythm
I wonder how the world looked outside before I
Was thrown in it’s prism (prison)
Or grown in it to be risen
While my Phone ringing with the touch screen
I Can’t touch dreams
I’ve lost steam
I had to walk between my own thoughts of things
And forget what it all means
Everyday variables
Varying schedules
Take it in edibles
Just to be legible
Talking to my doctor
Like refine my gender
Un-define these feelings
Steeped in the present
Cut like a crescent
Queer with an essence
Of adolescence
Wasn’t holy presence
Was brutal violence
Open sirens
Abusive (ap)parent
Its apparent broke my real
Changed my feel
Taught me things of all these things
That I can’t see
That I can’t (can) be
People wanna wait up when they
Try to go sleep on me
Got beef on me
Before I----
Lived in my only truth
They came for my eagle eye
Built with they evil eye
I stroll with no people right
No righteousness with the sigh
Just ratchet-ness with my high
I came up on nothing right
I'm still on that nothing flight
My style in the wild of a child
But the affect just feel so mild
Harold’s sauce \chicken kitchen
Bitch im cooking loose the hooker
Chorus eye of Horus boredom
Knowledge aint a totem
I thought you
I thought you knew
I thought you knew
I told’ em.
Slide up
With a ride up
When ya ‘high up
Can’t fly up
It feels real
..Cause it feels real…..
Drop into the mix like I’m lonely
Always hit em up like a OG
Or any day
Your not just any face
Let me face it
I go by any way…..
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12. |
Ordinary Delusions
04:39
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Just wait for the drop cause the drama never stop,
I grew up on dem blocks,
where them dots hit ya hearts,
I never said I bang but I’ll run out and fight
My love aint guaranteed
But this life is all I need
Yeah this life is all I need
Please I smoke a peace
I smoke a peace
Please
Please
I smoke a peace
I’on do bodies but I teach you how to move
You don’t do 60 6 on the 9
Right on the Chi corner
Leave with the lights on
You don’t do 60
You don’t do 60
You don’t do 60 6
Please I smoke of peace
I’on do bodies but I teach you how to move
Ya a lil shawty
Got a lil body for the truth yeah
You don’t do 60
6 on the 9
Right on the Chi corner
Lead with the lights on
Learn how to live with divine shooters
How many years does an emo face last?
And my voice
Won’t ease my pain
And my voice
Won’t ease my pain
And my voice
Won’t ease my pain
And my voice
Won’t ease my pain
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13. |
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Was sober all summer
Loyal with the numbers
I deplete in to nothing
When I need to fill/feel something
I’m living like my life can’t hold my sight
I’m tripping dripping with the style of living
Ain’t that's the life that we pimping
Thrown to be taken
We used to talk about the songs that we wanted to be making
I can’t this make this up anymoreeeee
How you go from down road to hollow woes
Looking into the depth of an unfinished poem?
And tell me to come home
But that’s the past of the vast present I can’t grasp anymore
I’m out here on my lasting winter
With a glass of venom
Feeling slowly vivid
Clearer than broken some children
Cautiously sold
to Chicago micro-chasm
We read the the stories
We make a movement
We lose to improvement
The practice acrobatic existential master dialogue
Subjugated to a conduct of success
You know it's for the best
For the rest
For the rest
You know it's for the rest
How can I explain to you right now?
OooooOooo
How can I explain to you right now?
OooooOooo
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14. |
Zesty
03:31
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People keep asking me what i meant when i asked if 21 could you do something for me
We were in the studio one day just giggling and having a blast
AndhHe leaned in on me and put a hand on my thigh
I was blushing so flipping hard
I looked into his eyes and asked him, “could you do something for me?”
Next thing you kno
He’s rich flexin all on me
All i could say was Jiminy Cricket
Sol:
These are the last days
That I ever wanna see your face.
These are the last days
these are the last days
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15. |
K? (Free Style Outro)
01:37
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People wanna play when they don’t what to say
Shoot em with a k
When I Ketamine away
Fuckface banjee ass wanna be my bae
DL niggas wanna fuck on my jay
Cause I fuck like my corpse in decay
Encrypt password
Please say last the word
Ease on my mic
I’m a cute tranny face
Don’t follow me
Swallow me
For your thirst
They just want my ass
But they don’t know how ask
I been on my sick beats
Beats
Beats
I ain’t give fuck it beats beats beats me
I’m dyke dyke dyke lee
No spike lee
Buss like me
Cuss like me
Fuck like me
All I keep
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16. |
42nd
03:37
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Projects get to tore up
Gangsters don’t grown up
I never had to throw up
Im rapping like my fro back
I’m broke like the world view
But I still love you
Death of the cool
Turn a Jack to a S(u)n/S(o)n roof
I used to be nostalgic
Now im just around bitch
Catch me on rhombus
Opposites acute means I equal w what ishoot bitch
Ever seen the world in a poem? In a loose fit
That’s why I don’t talk no mo
How many acids did it take just last this
I used to pop xannys to the floor
That’s why I can’t feel you anymo’
I use to sip molly in cup
Days turn to years now what’s up
I haven’t been home in minute
I gave moreee than I can even give more
I lived the potluck queer interval
I never knew that this world kill my soul
I wasn’t innocent but I did have hope
Till I got laced now it is what it was
Years turn to fears but your dear to me still
Even when your old and you don’t know where to go
And we don’t know where to go
This is for my niggas outside all winter
This is for my aunties outside cooking dinner
This is for them granny’s out styling Anna Wintour
I’ wrote this for my mommas
I wrote this for my brothers
This is for my niggas outside all winter
This is for my aunties outside cooking dinner
This is for them granny’s out styling Anna Wintour
I’ wrote this for my momma’s
I wrote this for my brothers
This aint
what you think is
I’mma Chicago kid
I gotta rhyme like this
Backpack raps at a time like this
mr. president can you catch these hands
From a(trans)being (trans as in transgender/descendant of transatlantic slavery)
I mean I’m just saying
Jokes on you we still alive
But still deprived
They want us dead but at work
So we look to the divine
When we killed by 12
My skin is a curfew
My flesh is a virtue
I grew from the cookouts
The south is enroute
The bbq make ya wanna the mild sauce out
To englewood err body get they feet out
Old heads house heads two stepping to Murda she wrote
We Gotta up turn up soul oh heeyyy
My momma done raised me in a flooded home
The hooded doubt if you know what I’m about
I came from CTAs witout house
I failed the ACT but to move to New York
Now I’m a PhD candidate
If I make doctorate this for Denise, this for Jason, this for Kyra, and Eliijah, Marquis, Bobby Layla and Kendal, Denisha , Denzel, Tavelle, Titanea, Tatiana, De’ja and Tashanti and more i love you and more
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Sol Patches New York, New York
They/She
Sound Worker
trans-woman
Experimental Audio Production
rapper, phd candidate, noise music. and more.
IG: @solcabrini
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