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Lyric Summary: “Moving in Between High Brackets @2.0”
This suite moves through estate blocks, cracked ladders, and smoky studios, refusing every imposed metric. It’s a lyrical climb through systems designed to sort and silence — but the speaker moves like breath, not to escape, but to decode and expose.
Intro sets the tone: brackets built to price breath, but the speaker moves like rhythm through concrete.
Verse 1 roots the cipher in lived experience — Croydon estate life, missing ladders, and bars written in the margins of debt.
The hook flips the frame: silence speaks, truth unpacks, and the rise is manufactured, not mapped.
Verse 2 confronts exclusion — wealth in borrowed skin, truth locked out — but the speaker moves cinematically, flexing like cipher and burning like fire.
The bridge reframes movement as exposure: not climbing for approval, but decoding the architecture.
Verse 3 is pure rupture — bending brackets, ending titles, and carving worth in ciphered silence. The rise is ancestral and celestial, not institutional.
The final hook seals the suite: the speaker fractures frames, manufactures ascent, and moves like jazz — off-grid, off-script, and off-frame.

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Prepare for the heavenly bar lord
And my fingers always smell like 70's cardboard
Allow me to open up the barn door
Piss on rappamet
I deface I've been on that
I had alotta shit happen in the past couple months
But you could take my mind off it if that ass double plump
No country bump
Just cruise for the primary color sport Walkman that you primarily sport often
The most wanted big wig digging some diggable digs with a
Sampler
Nicknamed a wig splitter
The big shitter addicted to Twitter
Shouting out, letting ya'll know I'm back in my groove just lounging out
Unbeknownst to the clowns with the rubber noses
Try to smell my shit and wined up smelling the roses
And I'm Branville bound dog, fucking posers
I'ma splatter this onion shutnee under samosas


I rock the fruit hat, Carmen Miranda Wig
Attracting fruit bats, scheming on my twig and figs [x4]


Hate me or hate on my team
But I'm vegan so I don't mess around with beef I go straight for the green
I say what I mean and mean what I say
I believe I'm the greatest
And if you don't believe it, believe what you may
I'm the bizarre writer
Spark igniter
All nighter
House of O'Haire country club cigar lighter
My method is only of the utmost elements
Definitely heavy scent
Sweet Lap is irrelevant to my interests
That's what I'm about building
Someone stacks that like the waist size of one of the overweight children
But I was one of those though
Solo Dolo
I don't sell shit cause I could never afford the promo
I don't stack the odds against me
But the one who does also knows the reason everybody started to detest me
And when it starts to depress me
Click the testes, Chocolate Claire signing off
Dylan Gretzky

Lincoln

Dylan Ross - Fruit Hat

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lyrics:

Day trippin’
Stay spittin’ great with the pen
But even greater when he plays with it and makes it his friend
I never play pretend
The only thing I like about money
Other than the funny smell is the way that it spends
Never equal to or lesser only greater than
The sharpest thing since the invention of the razor’s edge
And I usually take an 8 to bed but on the universal rate of what’s considered 8 you’d probably rate a 10
Rewind and play again
The rhyming is trippy
I’ll probably rap till I’m 80 but die when I’m 60
Come back and appear in the mirror like “Hi, did you miss me?”
Sorry how I got excessively high when I was 50
Started drinking 40’s again when I was 40
And Inherited an accordion and started recording it
Insubordinate
Smack the Earth out of orbit
I can say anything I want and never get bored with it


Lord willing
More killing
Gore spilling
Poor villain
Only labels himself as such till he gets more millions
More skrillian
The brown bag
No face hand puppet slipping over and use it to grab duckets
Grab as many as you need, bad trouble
Mastering
Faster then grasshoppers try to snatch pebbles
Focused, Channel it
When I’m channeling
Fuck clumps of shag carpet and wood paneling
Suave movements to gain attention
Flowing out the jar like the receptacle that your brain is kept in
Phony ass rappers don’t understand that a mic in your hand
Isn’t shit if marketing skills aren’t in the other hand
In my case, I’m great so I’m irate
Therefore, packing a needle for any balloon mind state
Rhyme great with divine pace
The only thing that I can guarantee is dopeness cause life ain’t


Yeah
Ya know new shit for 2011
I’m just gonna give you something to work with until the next one drops
Diver Mask bitchh

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