i miss this shit you used to spit, your flo is literally flawless 

Dylan Ross - Evapor8ion

Hedge Maze - Dylan Ross

Na$ty Matt X Dylan Ross – Platinum

Rozz Dyliams - Hatch

Dylan Ross - Break Your Knees

Dylan Ross - For Rage

Rozz Dyliams - Science Lab

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

03. Twenty Dollar Rock

Produced by Keenanza & Slavery

Lyrics:
Dylan why you care so much about polizia
Why you got so many weapons in your damn casa
Why you talk so much about medical doctors
Medical gauze rozz Wrappin up imposters
You need to learn to stay inside your fuckin lane hoe. I'm flamed up, Ya got me seein red like a norteno
Rojo rojo all I wanna see up on my walls. Coming up out the darkness once a year to roam the halls
-yeah its surgeryman , I hit the big time
Scissors in my pocket just to cut your life line
Get yourself in the wrong place , right time
Love to see a person dying crying while apologizing
you know I got it
R o double z Dyliams and I been about it ballin out and luminal swabbin
sprayin. I ain't playin bitch I'm super saiyan. I'm super pimpin pretty soon I'll be pimpin the nation
Like Debbie and daph-a-ne
I said you comin with me
Now I hit the mall w two fine hoes that look like avenue d
Takin no chance, gimme them bands
Put em up in my hand and watch me slide and glide across the flo and do my jughead dance
Thrashin around I see their ain't no exodus for me
R o double z , just a young g
Obsessed with torturing my enemies
Call me the pig father when I gather swine cut the throat and let em bleed
Let em bleed all out, thought you saw me ballin out in a century

Pig Father
Pig Father
Pig Father
Pig Father
(Dylan Ross)

Henwell & Brokaw

Rozz Dyliams - Pig Father

Produced by Slavery

Lyrics:
Well
Let me take you on a trip down Henwell
None of the bullshit drama that you ever start will end well
Predator in the hen house
Ten toes. Ten down.
Pimpin these idiots just dolemite but Dylanmites in town
Drippin up on the scene
Mug on mean blades chop like laser beam
Creepin around with no pass in my neck of the woods is the shit get you wiped away clean
Plucked off of the green and haphazardly dumped in the middle of a field
Player steady sippin on the jug of Rossi right before I go and do a little mission I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna feel. I don't wanna feel
I Need to kill so must I kill, I got you in my danger zone my world of chaos shit is real
Thunderstorms are warnin you that you should have stayed home and chilled
But now you trapped in weatherworld with tornados my battlefield 
Ima let the dogs get ya. Rip you up the shreds
Pig father is back. You think id ever stop you must be high on crack. A lonely sad person floppin around on Angel dust you remind of that
you want me to send you back, right up back, to your uncles farm in Ohio, man?

Welcome to Naderland
A lotta tornaders, man
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
Whippin through
Welcome to Naderland
A lotta tornaders, man
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
What you gonna do

(Dylan Ross)

All Night Long

Rozz Dyliams - Naderland

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

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

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I'm smashing faces
When I make you catch a hot one
And in never catching cases I'll probably say I don't got one
I got guns
But only one that I like to use
A 19 metal boast
That bitch ass like wife abuse
I don't like to lose
I never bought into the propaganda of Nike Shoes
I got enough power
I could even get Christ to move
From off the cross
And then proceed to start a fight with you
Control the mind of God
I find it odd that I don't find it odd that bitches find me odd
If you try to rap but you can't, you better find a job
Shit I'm on mine
And been on it a long time
Rappers say they put themselves on, but it's only online
And most can't even rhyme, on time
I'm strictly vegan, but I would rather have beef than dine on swine
So I'm just making up for lost time
The only reason I can kick one for your mine is cause I lost mine

Do you owe me my props?
Course you do, course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?, of course you fucking do!

No hands like Kane 
And I still got it 
I got Lorana Bobbit on coke 
I cut it up and toss it 
With a gun on the dash 
Gun and a mask 
With rappers in itchy to kill her 
I always got one on my back 
I have come to attack 
Any motherfucker from the front to the back 
Who thinks he's nice 
Will get fucked in the ass 
With a wost off dumped off in the trash 
You wanna go toe to toe 
Let's see how long you motherfuckers will last 
Handzum boys what in destined to rep 
I'm down to crucify any rapper that walks with a feminine step 
Showing up to shows in a bitchy mood 
Tripping on sets 
But when it's your time to rhyme you wind up tripping instead 
I can't be the one to fill em with lead 
And spill enough blood 
Out to fill a river bed 
Il let the crown kill him instead 
Your 87' and you don't know Alf 
Fuck Oprah, the only stepping that I've ever been down with is Ralph 

Do you owe me my props?
Course you do, course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?, of course you fucking do!
---

Drip Day Afternoon

Do You Owe Me My Props

Dylan Ross - Do You Owe Me My Props

Dylan Ross - Break Your Knees

DRIPPED OUT JESUS

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