Metamorphosis, by Byron Bank

Metamorphosis

by Byron Bank

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Metamorphosis is a Hip-Hop album fueled with witty, poetic vocabulary meshed together with high energy and jazzy production.

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1.	S.W.A.G. 03:22	lyrics	buy track
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Past, present, future niggas gone see today I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Keep bad bitches, models, side pieces, anyway I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Past, present, future niggas gone see today I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Another episode when I wreck it though, this one’s for the road, anyway Smoke one light up, from the city with the double cups Sitting sideways with a crooked flow, where the music slowed screwed up So you know what’s up when I do this, off hand so fluent Going dumb again, for you to understand even smart niggas get stupid Oooh, hold up got damn homie Milie rock, might dab on them, If it’s out the box then it’s brand new, past shit in my rear view All the nonsense that I came across, time I cut it off real simple Surface pro, rekindled crash shit like cymbals I got swag all in my DNA and it’s here to stay, never came to play Attitude so confident, that I humble it just anyway Until this day, I never been afraid cause it’s in my soul I can’t fake a thang In my own lane swerving, tight as hell like virgins And that’s everyday so I can’t complain, see I can’t complain Cause I’m nice with it, off the run I’ll never fumble, that’s a P.S.A With these jaded dreams I’m willing got my head all in these ceilings As I ride around with no ceiling, numb as fuck, fuck feelings I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Past, present, future niggas gone see today I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Keep bad bitches, models, side pieces, anyway I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Past, present, future niggas gone see today I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Another episode when I wreck it though, this one’s for the road, anyway It’s hard to knock when you got proof, Married to the game when I said I do, on my Ray Charles, make it do what it do Bad bitches might winnie the pooh, B.I.G want you give me the loot Yeah it’s hard to stomach when I vomit words, with a style shit you ain’t never heard Can’t block my shine and they know this shit, Too much drive, ford focused bitch Old shit always get broke in Hard to change when it don’t make sense Currently in a situation, money talk only big faces Benjamins, make them Franklins, leave the Washingtons in their own places Love and hate keeps a thin line, royalty in my bloodline Hit the grind when it’s lunch time, and that’s all the time, cause it’s lunch time Damn, I might milie rock, then dab on them, Out the box then it’s brand new, keep past shit in my rear view I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Past, present, future niggas gone see today I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Keep bad bitches, models, side pieces, anyway I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Past, present, future niggas gone see today I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA Another episode when I wreck it though, this one’s for the road, anyway
2.	Wipe It Off 02:59	lyrics	buy track
Stepping in the place like I’m owning it, start to the VIP cause I’m hosting it Bottle after bottle we be ordering, I got my feet up on the couch and the audmen It’s like cool, lounged for a little bit now it’s time to really act a fool True, can’t nawl nother here do the shit like I do And that’s real talk, when I walk with the sauce, get lost in the flavor Save it now or later, never been a waiter, say the best brands only come with no label There’s a will and an able, see but I’m willing and I’m able Paint pictures like Picasso, nosey than a nostril really say a lot about haters Still really doing me, twenty-four seven days every single week Got a shine with the flow, so the mop always glow when I travel just to ball with no referee Please give me my fouls, motherfuckers been hacking my style See the sound is vile, I been running for miles fuck why, just add a few vowels Heard you talking that nonsense, it’s so stupid Remote control that volume noise gets muted Y’all judging bitching like Judy, keep a bad broad she’s cutie In a shady zone, so much shade is thrown, I got my shades on to see through it, like Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Please, you’ll never meet a nigga like me One of kind like an antidote, it’s hard to wing them off me In my landing gear, I’m making fashion statement on the runway, in my own way It’s only one direction when we talking bands and that’s way up, counting blessings From the bottom I started while y’all fade away, paid my own dues just to make a way First class fly never dressing plain, so the drive is carry on every single day And that’s Ricky Bobby, shake and bake Justin Bieber, Timberlake See they’re both the same but we ain’t the same, you can cry a river, no Ricki Lake, like Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Wipe it off, wipe it off Hear you talking that nonsense, it’s so stupid Remote control that volume noise gets muted Y’all judging bitching like Judy, keep a bad broad she’s cutie In a shady zone, so much shade is thrown, I got my shades on to see through it, like
3.	Dirty Secrets 04:09	lyrics	buy track
Let me tell you about these secrets of mine Can I tell you about these secrets of mine If I shared these little secrets of mine Can you keep these little secrets of mine Let me tell you about these secrets of mine Can I tell you about these secrets of mine Gotta really be discreet sometimes Well here’s a little secret of mine This was just a year ago, I’ll take you back in history A lots been going on, but it’s time I jog my memory Between me and you, will these secrets you forever keep About to tell a few, I just hope you listen carefully Rapper for a dude but that nigga wasn’t cold as me Lied about her where about, never where she supposed to be Body of a model man, something like a soda be Never made a song but a nigga stayed recording she Voice with an accent making sounds like apostrophe It is what it is like Jagged Edges it gotta be These mutual feelings, like opened windows we aired them out Moral of the story is, that’s enough I’m out Let me tell you about these secrets of mine Can I tell you about these secrets of mine If I shared these little secrets of mine Can you keep these little secrets of mine Let me tell you about these secrets of mine Can I tell you about these secrets of mine Gotta really be discreet sometimes Well here’s a little secret of mine These views and the clues, I know you’re starting to wonder It got your mind in the gutter, you’re plundering in the corner Just a month ago, I’m chilling at the corner store vibing It was perfect the time, from the vehicle eyeing At this pretty thangs, sliding off her wedding ring crying Said she’s sick of the trying and the cheating and lying Oops another man’s treasure so I slide right in Couple jokes and some laughs then the number locked in You know just how it goes, playing the role, acting senile She threw the ball high enough for me to rebound Loved all the strings just didn’t want them attached Threw a nigga like a yo-yo but I came right back, damn Let me tell you about these secrets of mine Can I tell you about these secrets of mine If I shared these little secrets of mine Can you keep these little secrets of mine Let me tell you about these secrets of mine Can I tell you about these secrets of mine Gotta really be discreet sometimes Well here’s a little secret of mine Just a couple days ago, I hate to say it but it’s so Beautiful the booty be, but fuck it then cause here we go Back seat studio, crank it up the stereo A/C blasting while we fogging up the mirrors more Slowing the time be ticking, never do eyes witness It’s science and all physics, this story ain’t all fiction Or is it, cause if it’s true then I might be missing A couple of days later, I’m really ain’t fucking wit’cha Well cool, things ain’t really what they suppose to be Placed her hand on the hood, just where it suppose to be Outside stepping in the twilight zone This is our little secret but we can’t take home Lights out like they’re supposed to be Bunch bad bitches keep them close to me Lying to your friends talking about you’re really over me Moral of the story is, these secrets you’ll forever keep
4.	Random Thoughts 03:19	lyrics	buy track
It’s Bank, Singular Not plural That’s my tagline nigga Yeah I went from having nothing turning into something nice Who would have thought, I would be the one rocking the mic Said it’s all a dream now my dream is booking me flights Ironic that it seems when the scenery bring it to life Picture perfect every episode, scrolling through my camera Oh shit what are those Quick delete it, before somebody might see it Add it to my snapchat for the story this evening Losing my way, but never losing my cool Rules are meant to be broken, like every record I do But as the time pass, through the hourglass of the bullshit Doubled up my XP, right trigger pulled it When duties calls, I’m on the PS like it’s recess Believe it, it’s needed it, just know my clan is really undefeated I can’t be humble and brag, so I humbly brag Then be like fuck y’all, kiss my ass Random thoughts, like these lamborghini angels Suicide doors turn my car into an angel Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle Vision every angle, man Random thoughts, is like these lamborghini angels Suicide doors turn my car into an angel Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle Vision every angle I’m just say though, is it really all a dream A whole lot of life keeps an if up in between Why ask why, shit ain’t really what it seem Time to regain and focus, it’s leaving us the major key Man, it’s hard to break these records though Trying to push these records, for the day I’ll drive a Bentley home Got my own style, no hands but you can feel it though Attending life like it’s class, here’s a student loan At a kickback, something you can kick back Light up, blaze it, pass it when you hit that Scratch that, omit that, let me take a step back This from me to you, when you’re renting you don’t own that Damn, I’m often stuck in my ways, this tends to get in my way I’m going through it in phase Pop this bottle of Kas’tell, lock myself in the room Throw another beat on and character this car tune, like Random thoughts, like these lamborghini angels Suicide doors turn my car into an angel Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle Vision every angle, man Random thoughts, is like these lamborghini angels Suicide doors turn my car into an angel Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle Vision every angle They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone If wrong please just say I’m wrong, man They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone If wrong please just say I’m wrong Random thoughts, like these lamborghini angels Suicide doors turn my car into an angel Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle Vision every angle, man Random thoughts, is like these lamborghini angels Suicide doors turn my car into an angel Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle Vision every angle
5.	Bended Knee 04:01	lyrics	buy track
This public service announcement is brought to you by The goodfella Byron Bank at Breakin’ Bank Records You're crazy it is for you to kneel for the national anthem They can’t phantom the way you feel, with your hands behind the wheel Quick to fire from the steel, but only get a suspense Then back upon the streets, with a slap on the wrist It’s unfair to be judged, and categorized a nigga or thug No matter what your skin color is, they don’t give a fuck They burning tiki torches yet America, it’s okay All this one sided shit is bluntly in our face It’s a low down dirty shame, when nobody feels your pain Won’t acknowledge there’s a difference, everybody ain’t the same Something wrong with these days, these nights are getting hanged It’s really injustice, we all look the other way What more can I say through this beautiful music Lace them up like Nikes and really go and just do it Everyday I sit and wonder will this happen to me Thank the Lord everyday and I be I’m taking a knee like Kapernick Say what you want, don’t give a shit Taking a stand, it’s really part of the plan And all this prejudiced shit, it makes me sick Hate it or love it, I be the voice for the people United we stand but still divided by people The house and the senate, republicans and some democrats These segregated sections, now you see it, it’s all facts Pardon me for speaking the truth, But do you have any Grey Poupon to really go with this noose Forget my freedom of speech, my volume change it to mute Never heard a word I said, only what I would do That’s ridiculous, you know it is too But if you don’t then it’s fine, please pay me no mine I got no time to debate, I’m just moving along If it’s right then it’s right but if it’s wrong then it’s wrong See the problem is, nobody listens Only leans a deaf ear but don’t hear the difference Everyday I sit and wonder will this happen to me Thank the Lord everyday and I be I’m taking a knee like Kapernick Say what you want, don’t give a shit Taking a stand, it’s really part of the plan And all this prejudiced shit, it makes me sick There’s a disconnect, call it disrespect Blame it on the flag, that’s that simple shit Call me ignorant, that’s a hit or miss I’m going dumb but smart nigga don’t fear your shit There’s a disconnect, call it disrespect Blame it on the flag, yeah that’s that simple shit Call me ignorant, please that’s a hit or miss I’m going dumb but smart nigga don’t fear your shit Wise enough to know, that everywhere I go Things never change, through this little microscope Often I just try to cope in this world without a coat But these cold winter seems to carry over to summer What more can I say through this beautiful music Lace them up like Nikes and really go and just do it Everyday I sit and wonder will this happen to me Thank the Lord everyday and I be I’m taking a knee like Kapernick Say what you want, don’t give a shit Taking a stand, it’s really part of the plan And all this prejudiced shit, it makes me sick

about

Metamorphosis is a five song EP that takes you into the creative realm of Byron Bank. This EP let’s you experience the many different elements of Byron Bank, not only as an artist but a brand. The songs “S.W.A.G” (Succcessful Wise Ambitious Gentleman) and “Wipe It Off” starts of the Metamorphosis. The confidence Bank vocally expressses paints the picture clearly using his witty vocabulary mashed with high energy and jazzy production. “Dirty Secrets” takes you on a secret adventure containing narrative storytelling accompanied by mysterious production. The metamophosis continues as Bank share his “Random Thoughts” with the use of a jazzy, swing type of production. Almost as if you’re listening to a person jot down his thoughts while looking out a window. To finalize the EP, “Bended Knee” takes a political outlook pinpointing touchy subjects such as racism, injustice and police brutality just to name a few. The gospel like production and poetic lyrics make this risky song a masterpiece.

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released March 30, 2018

Executive Produced by: Byron Jones
Record Label: Breakin' Bank Records
Album Mastered by Chris Macek at Barron Studios in Houston, Tx

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Byron Bank Houston, Texas

Byron Bank is the kind of Hip-Hop artist that understands the meaning of tenacity and hard work. A Houstonian at heart, Bank has always aspired to make his mark not only local but aspires to be globally known.