Dylan Ross - Living Like Its A Dream

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Rozz Dyliams - Brookie Baby

why tf u crying

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Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

03. Twenty Dollar Rock

06. Fahrenheit

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.


Tracks to Mundo, digging through the wax of Mundo[?]
A lot of people say shit but I'd rather flap my gums though
With enough bass to make the speakers shake and rumble
The Earth crumbles and only I emerge from the rubble
With a fowl loader[?] and mad 5 o'clock stubble
I been in my bubble just watching my stacks of money double
I'm causing trouble, you sticking in[?] Ohio and I still do
Still kicking my same dirty mildew

Mellowed out jazz for the road trip steazy
Shit to make the road trip easy, enjoy the EP
I self-released it 'cause no label wants to release me
Shit's too easy, too cheesy, too beneath me
I don't even make music anymore
I just write an audio diary and get paid for it
I could flood the Earth five times over and stay dry
Alone in the isle whenever I'm brainstorming, uh

I hate Christians, hate Jews, hate Mormons, hate touring, hate Erica, hate Georgia, and... hate Lauren
Actually nah, I'm already moving on because hate's boring
I'm the beat maker, if other cat's got beats I'll be the beat breaker, independent heat maker
Flexing on this MP[?], I'm a damn champ
You couldn't even get on my level with a damn ramp
I keep the sample damp, I like the groove muddy
Shouts to funk friends, they cipher[?] my groove buddies
Do a unit study, try to capture me in my rare form for a few minutes before I'm airborne
Off to the sea [?] to collect a bill whatever cheddar to piss away before I even return
Rappers get burnt when the spatulas get turned
And about to make you motherfuckers relearn

The how's and why's the rejections
The shouts and cries, the answers to the questions
The reasons you feel worthlessness
I'm not even an MC anymore, I'm a subjective journalist

First person, profane, Gonzo
I'm not a player I'm the whole game, console
I'm not a lost soul
Shit I'm just one of denial
Stuck at the crossroads, and I just want to walk home

I am the one next snapper to these dubstep rappers that wear Alife, going about their gay life
Most of them are gay right?
If you're a player I'm the playwright
Say what you may, but everything I say tight
This is midnight, lace laced tight for late nights of cutting through the tension with a steak knife

In the air, if you care
You'd know I don't keep the skeletons in the closet
Their in the stairs
And my opinions are not in the stairs at all
But then again, if I cared at all then I'd probably bear it all
My body is a weapon and I craft bullets of regret and regression
So if you move, I shoot you full of them

Lincoln

Dylan Ross - Whole Game

dl - https://bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. SHMX

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/politicalwitchcraft & https://instagr.am/mister_sticktalk/

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What up Rozz
What up Lord Quazz
Put you drinks down
Put your hands up for applause
I'm serving free food like a mosque
But it's food for thought
It's witches brew and I'm skimming off you the broth
And if I'm the best to ever do it dog
Then I don't have anything to prove at all
Except doing me and moving on
Move along
I've been rapping fifteen years
And I guess it roughly adds up to a couple thousand stupid songs
Cause I got bars to mention
Music isn't shit if you regard convention
And I am living proof of this
Etherial dreamscape lucidness
Two lovers and only one of em won't leave me on some stupid shit
And lately I'm a stupid bitch
Full of kinetic energy and too lazy to figure out what to do with it
And if anything is getting through to you
The only thing I'm tryna prove is all the time you waste being a humanist

I must have said something wrong
But I've been saying it all along
My friend

Trapped in a maze 
And I'm amazed 
At all these angels with dirty faces 
I was greatly disappointed by Dirty Acres 
So I took it out and put another tape
In attempts to escape and create thirty minutes of blank slating 
Twenty years, no more bunny ears 
No more romanticizing the wonder years 
If everything is nothing
That can only mean that everything is just another front
To mask all of my other fears
Cause I wish I could make another Mint
I wish I could make another one that didn't suck and fucking make me cringe
I wish that I could get off of my self-deprecating binge
To the point that I could maybe even make some friends 
The world is your oyster 
Up and Adam man unless you stay inside and decide to blame it on Adavan
It's time to run a new course on the street
Shower shave and take blue corpse off repeat
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Drip Day Afternoon

Said Something Wrong

Dylan Ross - Said Something Wrong

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. Do$age

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/dosagemusic

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I'm thinking about this woman I severely miss
Problem is I don't know if she knows that I exist
I mean I know she knows but I don't know to what extent
I'm staring up at the ceiling
Smoking relieving stress
I have so many memories I never think to keep
But when I have a memory of her, i'm sinking deep
She's on my mind so much it's getting hard for me to sleep
So when I finally can its a bitter sweet release

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)

As I look up at the full moon 
I wonder if she's somewhere looking at it too 
I know it sounds like garbage but it's really true 
And what I feel is not far as from what I really do 
I could always sense when she got closer to my space 
I think I saw her cross the street but didn't see her face 
I had to see if it was her and so I chased 
Lost in the sea of people, she was gone without a trace

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)
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Expressions

Dylan Ross - Expressions

Dylan Ross - Expressions

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