Reasons for the times unbeknownst.
Four seasons be the dose.
Sew semen in my clothes; lines drying.
Kites for flying.
High and frightened.
Keep a rolled.
Grip it tightly when it goes.
Look for light, we hit the road.
Sugar, spice and no-doz.

I been looking for the $ource,
But my sources striking poses,
And the minute that I stop and smell the roses,
The mission gets more distorted.
This mystery serotonin.
His photo's heavy and hopeless.

Repent for your sins.

Let the tension release.
Chisel don't speak no more
And the artist ain't a sheep
With a vision full of nothin'.
Drink a bunch; piss a puddle.
Miss Disgruntled with a pussy
Got sand in it.

Don't want nothin'
Got yo' hands in it.
Pipe full of cannabis.
Life full of stammerin'.
Murky like waters of them janitors.
Bet I'm still workin'
But this ain't livin'.
In the whip with the bandstickers
Panickin'.
Pit don't like the kid that dance different.

Pregnant with affection for the tan misses.
Too busy with Miss-Understanding shit.
Grand visions.
Dancing with
Mannequin.
Goddess got it hot as
When the pan sizzle.

"Dammit, kid."
That's what they say to me.
I jam it in.
Saddle up.
Spicy fractals in the ramekin.
Like the chatter from the internet,
You bet your fuckin' asses that there's actors
In the ambient.

Got shit bottled up.
It's a disaster when the Xany hit.

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MIDDLE TAPE: SIDE A - DEAN HANSON
N E W A S S E M B L Y 2 0 1 7

1. SINS - DEAN HANSON (Prod. MisterMojo)

2. STYLITE V3 - DEAN HANSON (Prod. Homage)

N E W A S S E M B L Y 2 0 1 7
*******
a r t i s t : Dean Hanson Featuring BVD TRIP
t r a c k t i t l e : NOWHERE
p r o j e c t: MIDDLE TAPE: SIDE A
t r a c k n u m b e r: 3
m i x e d b y : Andy Rhodes
p r o d u c e d b y : Owen$
*******

3. NOWHERE - DEAN HANSON FEAT. BVD TRIP (Prod. Owen$)

N E W A S S E M B L Y 2 0 1 7
*******
a r t i s t : Dean Hanson
t r a c k t i t l e : FIJI
p r o j e c t: MIDDLE TAPE: SIDE A
t r a c k n u m b e r: 4
m i x e d b y : Andy Rhodes
p r o d u c e d b y : MXS BEATS
*******

My mannerisms illogical.
Prodigal son is hot and bothered.
Pop pop of the gun in the background
Leave you feelin' slanted.
Muffle it.
Prance to the rubbish bin
To rummage in it.
Tussin' lips.
Funny trippin'.
Love my friends.
Fuck it.
They the ones to mention.
Crummy sentences,
Tongue says 'em.
Tough to whisper when you
Love depression.

WHOA, when I blast off.
Decay progressive like them jackpots.
Flo know it too.
Sick still, but it's different now.
Affinity for skippin' town.

Little down. 
Little up.
Square up.
Swim and drown.
Picture of my frickin' butt
Get you fucks to listen up.
Middle ground.
Sixty chugs.
Spin around.
Puke a puddle.
Hit the ground.
It's just a symptom of this condition.

Permission to scratch 
And listen to rap.
Sit with a sack
And I'm there and I'm back.
And I'm here and I'm nowhere.
And I'm no one and it's no fair.
So he loads gun and dances
With that God damned Devil
From which you don't run.
Sever the rope.
Undo button nope.
Bloody coat done kept my 
Bones from the cold, yuh.

N E W A S S E M B L Y 2 0 1 7

4. FIJI - DEAN HANSON (Prod. MXS BEATS)

N E W A S S E M B L Y 2 0 1 7
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a r t i s t : Dean Hanson
t r a c k t i t l e : CALM
p r o j e c t: MIDDLE TAPE: SIDE A
t r a c k n u m b e r: 5
m i x e d b y : Andy Rhodes
p r o d u c e d b y : LonelyBoy
*******

Oh I can't help but wallow
To each grain of sand that falls.
Time appears too hollow.
Call to God, but
Where is He
When the sorrow hits me?
Impala with the sinsi
Goin' feels the 
Most home-ish.
I keep no books open.
Shallow mystery
But hot as the coals
When you stoke 'em.
Ornery.
Pourin' me up another
While the blunt crumble.
Rust must've cut ya
Way the jaw locked.
Leave suckas awestruck.
So hot. Tour bus
Heavy with them coke rocks.

PLEASE REMAIN CALM.

Salutations.
Dip my toes in
Your social network.
Ripples ruffle your feathers
As realizations settle.
Go in headfirst
To show you brilliant colors of petals
Steady pressin' my fingers to my temples.
Finest secrets leave you cold as 
Necessity for sweaters.
But pester me for nothing.
My basis is fuckin' empty.
My information no better.
Experience still subjective.
Cereal still for breakfast.
Still wrestling with this curious wish to end it.

N E W A S S EM B L Y 2 0 1 7

5. CALM - DEAN HANSON (Prod. LonelyBoy)

N E W A S S E M B L Y 2 0 1 7
*******
a r t i s t : Dean Hanson
t r a c k t i t l e : COVE (B Side Version)
p r o j e c t: MIDDLE TAPE: SIDE B
t r a c k n u m b e r: 3
p r o d u c e d b y : SoundLord_Diegesis
*******

"The posture diss 'em.
Provocative, so signatures.
I'm signin' 'em.
Cash me ousside
At the hostel trippin'.
Thinkin' 'bout how I'm frickin'
Tired of livin'.
Crime is business.
How I'm 'posed to be non-prescription
When clocks spinnin'
Got even the fuckin' doctor itchin'.
Signed release form
I'm out the bitch,
Lookin' hotter
Than a pot of chicken.
Trying to get my dick in.
Product of villainous material,
And ditchin' it.
'Cause gimmicks only stunt
What I've been given.
Now you get to hear it simpler."

Indices read a little left handed.
Breathe in the sess, man.
The season is yes,
so it's speech with the tempting demeanor,
Bowtie, and a vest.
Cabeza roja;
Wet pussy and dropped dress.
Yes.
It's good shit like the dijon mustard.
Punch clocks daily.
Must guap. Pay me.
To infinity and beyond
Fuckin' high lately.
Goin' hibernation season. 
Stay the fuck away from me, bitch.
Wsup.

COVE - DEAN HANSON (Prod. SoundLord_Diegesis)

EMERALD - DEAN HANSON (prod. SoundLord Diegesis)

[BILLY $$$]
just another sad boi
fuckin' with the drugs now.
tree cut down.
stuck when i puff loud.
bluff when I'm out.
hamstrung from the doubt.
damn, son.
what now?

she ask me "why?"
give a shitty answer.
i am cancer.
move from a house
to the damn dirt
so i could feel something

hook.
no fight when it reel up.
steep drop; do it.
withdrawal.
hit the reup.

f u c k e d u p.

so please
miss me with the
bebop music.
void ride quick.
i'ma leap onto it.
we all shit man, we all do it.

mistakes made with an angry face.
otra cause of negligence.
meet my fate.
salvation, that's a gated taste,
and the flavor fake.

go to sleep,
pray soul to take.
smoke weed cause I'm so afraid.
no need, let me go today.
i'ma go today.
let me go today.

[KCP]

you got hella hoes.
i got a bloody nose.
deep in depression,
but everybody knows.

i need attention.
descriptive intentions.
violence, suspense, and
destructive apprehension.

and did i mention that
i'm always fuckin' limpin'?
i'm stagnant.

i n d e c i s i o n.

waste my time in a kitchen.
losin' the teeth i'm given.
but i guess that i'm livin'.

i handle suspension with drug addiction.