Music speaks for itself
I wrote this in 2 hours to the “Suicidal Thoughts” instrumental by Biggie Smalls in light of myself my brother and my cousin💙🥀

FARO-CORA (Prod. By Stoic Beats) (Better Mix)

Track #6 off the MADNESS EP dropping May 28😈
IG @Dallas.mp3
Prod/Mix/Master Blunt Daddy 

Can’t Feel My Face LYRICS:

baby on my mind then 
Take you to the islands 
How you look so fine when 
Taking all the time n

baby on my mind then 
Take you to the islands 
How you look so fine when 
Taking all the time n 
Take ya back to my place 
Hit it got me nasty face 
Hit it almost passed away 
I got too high 
By mistake 
On a planet 
Off today 
Two girls 
When im feeling great 
Take my time
But never late 
Fill my cup 
I’m up 
oh wait 

Fill my cup 
I’m up 
Oh wait 

I forgot
Can’t feel my face 

Up up up
In my my mode


Im Up up up
In that hoe 

I set the tone 
I set the pace 

I forgot can’t feel my face 

Didn’t send
I won the race 

I forgot can’t feel my face 


Lifestyle 
living what imagined 
I used to dream for this to happen 

I hope you see me where im standing 
They always vanish 
Im abandoned 
I can’t panic 
Nah

Fuck the critics in secret 
I need more I can feel it 
That’s my girl for the weekend 
She So Authentic no pretend 
Hit my phone and she tweaking 
I break it off and im leaving 
saw me had trouble speaking 

She saw me had-

Soon as we step in the building 
Got you up in your feelings 
I got her up back up my place

I forgot can’t feel my face

Hit it 
I got nasty
Hit it 
Almost passed away

I forgot can’t feel my face 

I forgot can’t feel my face 

Set the tone 
I set the pace 
Smoking gold 
I’m in a mode 
Blast it on your stereo 
Running from Ontario 

I forgot can’t feel my face 

didn’t feel me 
When I’m feeling down 
See me now 
Livin life up 
up Up
On vacation now 

Fill my cup 
Up up up 
Up up 
On vacation now 

See me now 

Lifestyle
I imagined 

I used to dream for this to happen now
Feel me wow 
So authentic more than rappin
I forgot this was my passion 
send it off like a package 
I’m addicted to some ratchet 

Been abandoned I can’t panic 

They pretend they can’t see me now

I forgot can’t feel my face 

I forgot can’t feel my face

Hit it 
I got nasty
Hit it 
Almost passed away

I forgot can’t feel my face 

Set the tone 
I set the pace 
Smoking gold 
I’m in a mode 
Blast it on your stereo 
Running from Ontario 

I forgot can’t feel my face 

I forgot can’t feel my face

I forgot can’t feel my face

I hit it almost passed away 

baby on my mind then 
Take you to the islands 
How you look so fine when 
Taking all the time n 
Take ya back to my place 
Hit it got me nasty face 
Hit it almost passed away 
I got too high 
By mistake 
On a planet 
Off today 
Two girls 
When im feeling great 
Take my time
But never late 
Fill my cup 
I’m up

Cant Feel My Face - Dallas (Prod. Blunt Daddy)

BATEMAN.   prod Lethal needle

Lies

Fairytale

Nevamind And GIO - Stop Tonight

Beat was made by POISON FLOWERZ all rights go to him
Lyrics:
So I gotta shout out for my ex, for these kids that are making diss tracks and stuff like that. Keep on keeping on, you aren’t slowing me down at all. I hope you enjoy.

When I sit back and go into meditation, I find that my mind can reach salvation.
Mental alacrity of verbal alchemy, balance elements and its not fantasy.
I can talk my way out of any situation,  that’s how to  rise up to any occasion.
and as I start to feel the rhythm in my bones,  as I practice more , I can hit em in new tones.
 
I can’t decide, it’s like bad or good, cause they’ll miss me,  misunderstood.
Cause the miss, can’t see what the Bee can see, cause B can see mystery in the history.
Like I’m the record keeper to the madness,   Smokin’ some creeper, before lightin’ canvas.
I’m sick of people running from their true purpose,  stop laying low, its okay to be nervous.
We got one shot to prove that its worth it, So don’t waste time otherwise your earth kid.
its where we come from and where we go, you need to  Understand that we need to grow.
Boombap beats know I’m confident,  You can be a star without being opulent.
Back to back perfect, Back in black heard it, jay and silent bob running from the secret service.

My ex, loved herbs like they oregano, Smoke all my green, I had to just let ‘er go.
Stabbed in the back, least it aint a reticle,  don’t justify weed,  saying that its medical,
 Drugs are a crutch,  Its been said in stone,  I mean set, like the best  in the zone.
 I don’t carry chrome like mean techa ninas,  I got cans, and jays,  Walkin in adidas.
stacking my Cheddar, Like Cheese Encounters, Got The blue cheese, I’ll take an ounce sir.
 Call me the shredder,  Cause you know that I’m better, Ain’t a diss track, dropping q’s, Making letters.
I’m talking K Like I just made a Rack, Now its time for me to flip and just make it back,

That’s Some peoples Story, Like an Allegory, Homies on a quest seeking out the glory.
I’m just starting out, But I see the Pattern, all my friends gazing high, checking out Saturn.
 Theres a special knock if its a metal door, knock on wood, walking with a metaphor.
Speaking in code, friends can decipher, Double entendre , pass me the mic sir.
Lets spit right just with a cipher, spitting gasoline, into the lighter. 
Spit fire while laughing at you dick riders, Tried to make a diss track, Sounds expired.
Take that shit off the table, Smells kinda fishy,  maybe it’s the label, your kush is kinda iffy.
Ain’t making claims cause I know they’re facts, Your holding reggies, no homie wants that.

We want Quality over quantity, Rollin’ up the oddity,  smoking it properly. Hoping your onto me, Otherwise you’ll find me bodying you. Your buddy mack , any cats in either silly crew, kids are looking insecure  the way you dick riding,/  Lookin’ silly, get better or stop tryin./

Wait.. that was it? Alright well fuck I’ll take it.


Books Of War

Lets Chill (original)

Wild Goose Chase-Straitjacket

Whether working to bring out the shine in others or himself, Canadian hip-hop artist B The Wiz never stops using his infectious optimism to create music with a positive message and healing ethos. The Thunder Bay MC, whose real name is Brandon Rodeghiero, has been steadily building his life by being dedicated to knowledge while developing his connection to the divine cosmic web that exists around us.   Performing live for 5 years gave him the opportunity to make music exclusively for live performances allowing him to learn how to use words to weave imagery for audiences.   Now making music for both live shows as digital listening, it shows that all the hard work, and sacrifices paid off when able to perform for audiences globally and be accepted for who you are. As someone who struggled to find his path, I recognize sometimes it’s hard to feel comfortable within our skin; but my goal is for others to see that our goals are within reach and we just have to reach out.   Currently working with the other artists & Earthling Art Collective (a collaborative organization of artists working to provide resources & knowledge to anyone free of charge.) Brandon was included on a group project with the Ghetto Children Collective all with the same intention of spreading positivity within the community.