SHIT STAINZ W XNBK

A song I made about money and fancy shit 

producer @KARLIDO

Wish You Would (Prod. Karlido)

Lost in the Club (Prod. Joey Bandino x Space the Ace)

Cappa
Dizzy Del
Cappa / Boss $hit - Single

Produced by Juntmane & Big Problem Mac
Cappa lyrics © Dizzy Del

Lyrics:

INTRO

CHORUS
You ain’t got no ties, you just a rapper
  No gold snatcha, hell nah, you just a cappa
     Think you best back up
Oh no, let’s get it racked up
   Poppin like we yacked up
Best subtract yourself
   You won’t like how this add up

VERSE  I
Y’all don’t want no problems with me
   I’ll make a couple calls and
Get to mobbin in these streets
   In which you call a home

Grip the chrome and let’s see
   If we can tear a hole in every
Piece of dry wall sheet
   Rinse and repeat

Hope yo clique came ready
   Scope and clip hit like Nick Leddy
Comin up on armageddon
   Turn your brains to Mom’s spaghetti

Poke and dick game wettin
   On yo bitch, that’s sexy
She left you for the opps
   I’ll give you props, that’s heavy

CHORUS

VERSE  II
Cut these suckas off like an umbilical
   I brought a tool or two
But if it’s fists you wanna use
   Then let’s get physical
This ain’t a competition
   Just a fact I’m the pinnacle
It’s somethin to accept
   Don’t be so cynical
      I’m a —

Dough stacka, dope packa
   Rope wrappa, round tu muñecas [your wrists]
       Duct tape stuck to yo yappa

It’s about time
   I’ve been yearnin for some heat
But if you want mine
   I’ll oblige then walk you like this beat

CHORUS  [x2]

Cappa - Dizzy Del (Prod. by Juntmane & Big Problem Mac)

Boss $hit
Dizzy Del
Cappa / Boss $hit - Single

Produced by Dizzy Del
Boss $hit (Boss Shit) lyrics © Dizzy Del

Lyrics:

INTRO

VERSE  I
You get a group of five brothers that you trust
Not just any Mary’s, we need fighters that is tough
Not afraid to scrap and turn ya Earth flat
You’re mad cuz your team’s a buncha has-beens and old fat

I see them weak links and me thinks
You need to step aside or get rocked, son
No tienes verga, yeah, you got none
No seas estúpido so run
Please understand, I’m a grenade and you’re a pop gun


CHORUS
Cream, I get to spreadin it
Never disrespect the family and I ain’t talkin blood relatives
My actions, never regrettin it
Cuz a real boss knows where he’s settin shit


VERSE  II
I paid a fortune through alley fees and extortion
Stretch my bank account, I know the art of contortion
Fuck around and get ya face blown out of proportion 
For talkin all that mess, you’ll be remorsin 

Every MC’s teeth to the curb, I’m forcin
Double down what’s on the mirror and I’m torchin
Steal ya girl just so she can feel a real man coursin

Might have to tell her, “clock a grip”, cuz mama thick
Give a call if you think you can handle this
Dick slangin philanthropist

Cuz I be layin pipe down
This construction work enough to get blow ya back blown out


CHORUS  [x2]



Boss $hit  /  Boss Shit

Boss $hit - Dizzy Del (Prod. by Dizzy Del)

New self titled project from FlipSide Moton.  On this project FlipSide goes into detail about almost all events that took place in his life between the years 2013-2017.

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FlipSide Moton

Rap King (prod. SCXTT)

Fender Bender

All tracks produced by Josiah Ellis besides "Duke" (prod. by Dizzy Del) and beat two of "Lucky 7" (prod. by Aupri). Bass guitar on "Phresh Ta Death" recorded by Jack Pozzo. Mixed and mastered by Aupri. Album art photo by Christon Andell, edited by Aupri.

Wolf in Flames (ACC)

Soopa Jay (feat. Nos)

No More (Demo) [Prod. by Dizzy Del & Brett Gang]

Bout It, Bout It (Remix)
Dizzy Del
Bout It, Bout It (Remix) - Single


Prod. by KLC
Reprod. by Galidor Quest
Bout It, Bout It (Remix) lyrics © Dizzy Del

“Bout It, Bout It”
Master P feat. Mia X
Ice Cream Man (1996)
Prod. by KLC


Samples:
Saints Row IV:  Deep Silver & Volition, LLC ©️ 2013
Apocalypse Now:  Omni Zoetrope & Francis Ford Coppola ©️ 1979



Lyrics:

INTRO

VERSE  I
Your friends pivot like a witness
Yeah, they flippin
Think you run this shit with fitness
Till you realize you’re fitted to be finished

Yo face gettin fisted
Survival of the fittest
If you mob deep mind ya business
Unwrappin life lines like it’s Christmas

I’ve been about this shit since the beginnin
So why you grinnin if none yo dollars brimmin
All my Franklins twinnin

I see myself on the rise (winnin)
   Lot of you slackin like you tired
And if you lackin, get yo hands tied
   St. Louis, where these suckas come to die
Don’t matter if you where disguise
   I’d advise that you run to hide

If you wanna keep yo life, do not trife
Dizzy keeps a gat nine but always had the knife
Never coming from behind so you always see my eyes
Nobody comes for mine cuz everybody’s minds open wide

You see me laughin
I’m pissin on this rap shit
Give it rashed skin, no food rations
Closed casket 


CHORUS
You know we bout it
You know we bout it, bout it


VERSE  II
Most of these rappers in my city can not keep up
Meet ya reaper, get hung like sneakers
Yo fans gon watch me tear the street up

I’m brief to beat em, double time when I defeat em
Rumble mines and get yo teeth in yo ass
When them brains bashed
I’ve been summoned to steal your stash
Run fast, grab yo cash, I got the gift of gab
So grip yo gat

Send them shells through my fat cells
   Go ahead
Render wealth through untracked mail
   All my president’s dead

You iggity ain’t the greatest, breakin em off
   Killin em until I’m famous
I’m the higher rated, future dated
   Guess call me the greatest
Leave you weightless, welcome your replacement
With a voice as killer as Keith David’s

Steady sayin shit to make think I’m heinous
Yet, you love me as much as everybody’s Raymond
So, who you blamin?
What I spit, sick, contagious
After listenin to this I’ll send a bill because I need my payment


CHORUS

OUTRO
All my presidents dead
All my residence fed

December 21, 2019

Bout It, Bout It (Remix)

Clouds (ft. Grace Kelly)
Dizzy Del
Clouds - Single
D I Z Z Y - EP


Credits:
Lyrics by Dizzy Del & Grace Kelly
Music by Dizzy Del
Produced by Dizzy Del
Mixed & Mastered by Dizzy Del

Clouds lyrics © Dizzy Del



RIP Gabby Michler
The impact you had on my life can not be described in words. With out you my music would not be what it is today. I am honored to have known you.



Lyrics:

INTRO

VERSE  I
God gave me clarity so it’d fair to me
   This life hilarity
This shit ain’t scarin me
   There’s other things
Days of asperity
   Have a gripping polarity
If you don’t chase prosperity
   Then they’ll be other kings

So let this stay with you
   And let them hairs grow grey with you
Do make sure everybody’s payin you
   That’s all I gotta say
Make sure you really bold
   If you makin all them claims
Everybody’s gonna wanna tame
   The renegade

Tryna find my oasis
   But I ain’t got the patience
      No time of day
Things have gone astray
   You want affray
      I’ll knock you out the game
No player’s the same
   We all vibe a different way
Though if you jive then you a shame
   And if you thrive you gettin blamed

For that bullshit pop culture’s controllin
   Crank the music out the boom box
      See heads rollin
I move like water, I’m never foldin
   With a style so cold, I leave ya frozen
      No body flowin

REFRAIN

PRE-CHORUS
I got my head in the clouds
   And I’m not backin down
Nobody gonna bring me down
   I got my head in the clouds
      And I’m not stoppin now

CHORUS
These clouds, they keep callin
   They keep callin my name
These clouds, they keep callin
   They keep callin my name

These clouds keep callin
   They keep callin my name
These clouds, they keep callin
   They keep callin my name

BRIDGE
I’ve been down, I’ve been down
   I’ve been down, I’ve been down
      I’ve been down, I’ve been down before
I’ve been around, been around
   Been around, been around
      Been around, been around this tour

VERSE  II
You gotta overcome the bullshit
   Out run the bullet
Spout full, it’s swollen
   You gotta know when to pull out
Not just about the babies
   But bastards that don’t stop and think
Before they run their mouths
   Now they’re stuck in the sludge of the grout
Clouds keep callin my name
   Clowns stay wantin my gains
Don’t get a big head, never change
  Or else that swivel will never
      Pivot the same

Feel my hands create constrictions
   Chopping off your contradictions
Do it with such conviction
   This catapults my crucifixion
Paint brutal depictions
   Like traffic collisions
      I ain’t got no competition 
So don’t fret, this ain’t a Gibson
   Your death was apart of the mission
I had to what I had to, yeah
   Hopefully this helps for you
Can’t live without solving
   A problem or twenty-two

REFRAIN

PRE-CHORUS
I got my head in the clouds
   And I’m not backin down
Nobody gonna bring me down
   I got my head in the clouds
      And I’m not stoppin now

CHORUS
These clouds, they keep callin
   They keep callin my name
These clouds, they keep callin
   They keep callin my name

These clouds keep callin
   They keep callin my name
These clouds, they keep callin
   They keep callin my name

OUTRO

Clouds (ft. Grace Kelly) [Demo]

Lead singer of Chronyx
IG:  @DizzyDelMusic  / @ChronyxOfficial

Clouds (ft. Grace Kelly) [Demo]

Dizzy Del

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