Credits:
Falak (Producer) ~ www.youtube.com/@FalakBeats
WonDos (Soundcloud) ~ on.soundcloud.com/QmJ6Su4S362uxEKN8
WonDos (Insta)~ www.instagram.com/p/CqgLspsAVtr/
AZ (insta) ~ www.instagram.com/azephyrmusicofficial/
Any CRC enquires find me at azephrymusiclabel@gmail.com
This song is not-monetized, all credits for the production goes to Falak*

Lyrics:
Main Artist ~ AZephyr
I can't make a "good music", so I kill my time
The voices in my head, that'll never be mine
Had the rhyme, had the line, but just too unpredictable
And the flow never stuck, it was just so atypical
I was radical, but stuck to apolitical
Speaking truth in my mind, but people are so critical
Thought you changed the world, but stuck in the middle, though
Ducking all these dreams, cause they barely fit in riddle tones
Ring around the rosé,[back on-beat here] pass around the red rose
Elliptical till my soul decompose
Liver quitting, and I don't even know
I'll be 9-5 when I hit 95
Heres' a wishing bone, break it on the underside
Cuz luck is blown, got me wishing for some dollar signs
Not for love but digits and white lines. [back-on-beat]
Look at your watch its almost quitting time
Wait for Presidental, waiting for little signs
That'll say its sleeping time
So I can see dreams I'll never reach.
[..]
What a life, What a life, what a life

Feature ~ WonDos
Yeah, here we go again
Getting up in the morning
‘Cause 9 to 5 is calling
For me to sacrifice my life for the next 5 days of sunrise
‘Cause if you wanna rise
You better comply
Like here’s your life-line to fly
In about 95 years time
Like, it’s probably fine
Just think of the limelight that’ll arrive
As you write these lines looking at the starry skies tonight
You’ll reach them if you start your flight
Slow and steady in the day to day fights to survive
Like what’s yours is mine
Your time, soul and wife
Left at home for you to supply
Through corporate crime
Preying on your soul so kind
Giving up your prime
‘Cause any heights start at ground-floor in hindsight
So be quiet and stay on that grind
‘Cause truth is social lies
And this is the compromise
Like, work for your demise
And waste your mind
And be inticed by this future bright
‘Cause if you never try you’ll never cry
(Like.. Right?)

(MAIN ARTIST)
To promise a future just to bury your prime
To break your back for a peso that won't buy you more time
To dangle your life like a life full of Besos [Kisses] is coming down in the sky
This ladder I climb is built a top a lie
Clock in, clock out, till your heart finally stops
When I'm put on a CPAP, they'll give me a gold watch
They'll say you'll be stuck in a box for a life time of labour
So when I die the boss will say "what a f'king tribute"
You better tell my grandkids I worked till the end
That I stayed up on that, and the struggle was meant
Cause I gave up on my life, just to keep on the lights
And now my soul is dead, but the bill was payed right?
I was thought if I suffer the payout was sweet
But the truth is they're rich, and we rot underneath
I built this castle, with time I cannot castle keep
Now I'm six feet below, but atleast it was neat

(Outro)
They sold me a dream that was never my own
I realise before you, there was no point in it.
(No point)

Beneath the Red Rose (Prod. Falak)

All production credits go to Bailey Daniel find him at linktr.ee/BaileyDaniel
This track is non-monetized for any CRC enquires contact me at: azephyrmusiclabel@gmail.com
(Production) Bailey Daniel (YT) ~ www.youtube.com/@baileydaniel
(Main Artist) AZephyr linktr.ee/AZephyr
(Feature) Razium aka Razza find him at on.soundcloud.com/PEGuoMRUX84rQufS6
And at his Spotify open.spotify.com/artist/20Z8fuk7o…NgSP2iEcTHyZ7ITA
(Art Work) Razza
Lyrics:
(It just don't feel the same)
[Verse 1]
I was 13 smoking on that mystery leaf
18 chugging like a big fish out of the reef
Half dreams full of a wall full of debt
Living on credit but I can't pay rent with distress
It wasn't g-checks, it was g-cheques, you guessed
Like a fast break, but I'm missing the rest
And she texts, uh, "mean sex", "no shame", yeah right, check please
Throw the right collar back on, but we're still up for next week, right?
(yeah?) That's tight

Used to flex side to side, now I'm flexing my stress.
Catching hours like a hobby, I ain't breaking a stress.
Used to pull up clean, now I'm working on my buzz.
But I'm still popping bottles of water, so tell me what's up.
(Whats Up?)

Chorus (Mayer Hawthorne)
But it just don't feel the same
And I guess that I don't love you anymore
And I guess that I don't love you anymore
And I'm sorry, but it just ain't working out

Verse 2:
Used to roll deep, now I'm just lost
Solo, too low
I had dreamed to the top, now I'm stuck like
Im in the middle[] like Marvin
Had a vibe remixed, now I'm stuck in a fiddle, nero shit
Used to be the one, now I'm lost
Like I be Roman, everythings roaming space
Maybe I be like Pisa, more like leaning like Pisa
Got a head full of thoughts, like Caesar, uh, no Caesar

Bridge:
I'm livin' life wild with the mind on a tight leash rope
Big smile though, even when I'm out of reach though
I feel low, I gotta be solo, holo
Oh my god, this hole go so low
Okay, smile though, smile

Chorus: It just don't feel the same anymore
And I'm sorry, but It just don't feel [:]

[Verse 3] (ft. Razza)

13 When I was smoking on that mystery leaf
I had a vision, no suspicion, I wasn't coming to please (Ain't the same)
An audience, so baby, when I write these rhymes, you best believe (love you anymore)
Rarely ever talk about myself, but baby, tonight you'll see
My parents said, fuck music and get an actual degree
But to a degree, I speak from what is decreed
Inside of my soul, but it never comes and goes 
It's like a part of me that I can never let go 
Tunnel vision, I participate in competition 
But what's the point when the points are rigged and minds are twisted
But I still have hope in this cruel world that I live in
Cause God sees all and nothing passes his image man.

Smile Through (Prod. Baliey Daniel)

For any CRC queries contact me at azephyrmusiclabel@gmail.com
Production Credit: www.youtube.com/@TxmmyBeats%20
Audio Engineer: Colton Noah Sorensen [[@thatoneguy5700]]

Lyrics:
(Intro)
Uh I’m dreaming of something more
Sold out concert shows,
Popularity, like concord
Posters name, and paper faces
VERSE 1
Uh I’m Dreaming of something more
Something to hold onto,
Instead of robbing like Lupin the fourth
Million dollar robes, and Spikey Louis Voutins
Playing football on Paris Saint Germain boulevard
And Marlboro in the borrow, with filled barrels of hennessy
Owning 12 bay property in the state tennessee.
This i’ll make me lucid dream, like 10 amphetamine
Livid, litty shit, make BPM adenosine, this version is a better me
Uh I’m dreaming something of something more
Something to hold onto, something like a legacy
Manifest a mansion, of marble floors and platinum doors,
Overseas tours, champagne pour, write my name in folklore,
Bury my doubts under 80 acres of LA gold shores,
Cameras flashing, they catching the passion I can't ignore,
I’m dreaming of something more and I'm kicking down every door.
CHORUS
Dreamin’ of more, can’t settle for the less,
Gold dreams stitched right across my chest-t,
Dreamin’ of more, a blessed with no sinful regrets,
El Dorado’s is close(ss) - I can feel it coming () uh
Dorado, mi amor es Diablo, mi alma es tu casa.
(Ay, Mi alma es tu casa)

(Verse 2)
Lock up the mess, in my new state of mind,
Block any Nas-ty distress, like LeBron in his prime,
Write with a gold pen, leave the feds in a bind,
Every line so pure, call it federal crime.
I’m currently on my A-game, AK the A my prime,
Bars split a-toms like G chemistry, call me Jimmy Neutron,
With an a A-bomb of golden success, my brain is fully Cortexed,
Only success, no deception, no inception, or discrepancy.
Best believe rhyming isn’t just the best for me,
I'm aiming for a legacy
I'm aiming for that Eisenhower legacy.
Mr Fort Knox so no leaks, or distortions,
Build my dreams in concrete, not just portions,
Stacking malice, flipping missions, moving with caution,
Carveded my name with Hollywood stars, no need for endorsements,
Every failure I faced was a blessings in a motion,
Now I’m surfing through gold waves, deep in the 6 ocean.
Heres a potion:
CHORUS
Dreamin’ of more, can’t settle for the less,
Gold dreams stitched right across my chest-t,
Dreamin’ of more, a blessing with no deadly regrets,
El Dorado’s is closer(ss) — I can feel it coming it. Uh .
Uh — Dorado, mi amor es Diablo, mi alma es tu casa.
(Mi alma es tu casa yo cedo, mi loco)
Mi alma es tu casa
Dreaming of something more
Uh Dreamstate, dreamstate, dreamstate.

Imitation Game

Production Credit: Bailey Daniel @ https://www.youtube.com/@baileydaniel
Lyrics: AZephyr
Artwork: “The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Mixing/Mastering: AZephyr

Lyrics: 
Yo check (alright), let me take you back (hahaha)
 Back to the era of gold wolves I never packed with
 This the era of good roots, but this question got Jus loose
 On the thread like, "where my Jay go? Where Dilla go? Where Nipsey and Pac ’em go?"
Nowadays hypocrisy flows, everybody talkin’ snow and ho-ho-hoes
 But youth is no mo’, we past the slomo
 Can’t freeze time like Frozone
 But we encapsulate it like a snow globe
God damn, I miss my old life
 When we drank Spanish crowns, and not Bud Lights
 N' now we all lost, smokin’ dead to rights
 Tryna get friends tight like a zip tie
But don’t drag me to crime and act like the Riddler type
 Rap all “Moncler croutons, no more coupons, I wanna be Lupin”
 Like bruh; Why you never talk about shit like you human?
 Nowadays everything feel AI-produced, no fusion
Like what the fuck ain’t simulated?
 These fake smiles, got me over-stimulated
 People outta place, so they all imitate
 Shoutin’, “I wanna be gangster too,” but it’s all fucking fake
We just gotta amputate
But foo, your name’s Luther, not Luger
 So put the fucking G down, Luger
 You more outta place than the letter G on a fake ID
 God damn, if this was a movie, I’d scream 2
Babies addicted to blue screens
 Consuming rot like it’s good cuisine
 You huffin’ from balloons how you not look like a fool?
 You wrote “yes” when the answer to the quiz was 22
 God damn, this shit is crazy

Roses from the Fence Line (prod. Bailey Daniel)

After digging through AZephyr’s bars, I gotta say, this kid’s got serious talent - and he’s only 18. I’m rating him an 8.5 out of 10. His lyricism is sharp with layered wordplay and clever punchlines that show he’s not just rhyming for the sake of it. Themes like identity, authenticity, and digital-age struggles come through strong, giving his music real depth. Flow-wise, there’s still some polish needed, but the foundation is solid and full of promise. What really sets AZephyr apart is his originality and raw voice - dude soundslike he’s got a clear lane and vision. If he keeps grinding, watchout - this young MC is on the rise. 
J. Carter
Music Writer & Cultural Commentator
The Soundwave Review

From myself (Knox)
Hey, I’m Knox from the Republic of Ireland. Over the next few years, before I hit 20, my goal is to keep getting better and drop high-quality music and conceptual albums that bring my prespective of life to rap and hip-hop. If you’re sticking with me or just listening, I appreciate you. I’m not planning to put myself on the shelf anytime soon, even if I’m going on 70. I’m doing this until I'm beer on the kurb.

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