Not so much Roy Batty but not too far off. The Glitch of Glyhe' dropping some sonic darkish dreamscape goodness.

Crows Gone Batty - The Glitch of Glyphe'

Dim Dark Yellow Blinding Lights - The Glitch of Glyphe'

still i cruise thru the 215 smooth
until i bloom or reach doom
rhymes consume time, time consumes life,
life's exhumed by movements made by i
as i 
cruise thru
 the gallery at Christmas time it makes me nauseous,
thinkin' 'bout my needs
and the unholy cost of what i gotta do to come correct's just disrespect
to my intellect, my health, my overall "self"
but kats chalk it up to score bucks
i could never work enough to scorn my souls performance
soul power dormant these last days
as kats stray from Yahweh to the fly way
making your very breathing a marketing tool for fools
who buy fuel to fuel schools to make fools in cesspools
who use sess as tools to cope
given less slack but more rope to hang kats
and don't be a minority (triple for black)
cops swing bats like a '50s mack throwback
or cave men on a war path where Jim Crow's for president
equality takes precedent but it's not evident

but still i cruise thru the 215 smooth
until i bloom or reach doom
rhymes consume time, time consumes life,
life's exhumed by movements made by i
as i cruise thru hell, the street's proof and sipping it to escape itself
peace keepers can't keep the piece on the shelf
to stay afloat you gotta either sink all else
or think in terms of hell and bringing it
until you see a glitch in the matrix, or pill out
pierce clouds to build clout-- no won without a trinity
filling the void , fearing being destroyed has world leaders using prominence as a toy
voice dominant
my vote's a weapon of mass destruction
cash laces tracks, re-touches wav's with corruption
everyday i learn something seeking knowledge
but sometimes i wish i went to the electoral college,

but still i cruise thru the 215 smooth
until i bloom or reach doom
rhymes consume time, time consumes life,
life's exhumed by movements made by i
as i cruise thru ...the mindsets of kats in sets
where it's best to be killed cause killing kills your self
...the eyes of chicks dreaming of the wife life
but given lies and seeds, sex when their soul bleeds
...stress for those seeds who dream things
for those who caved in? --raped until essence dissipates
...kats in rehabs and homeless states kill and scrape for scraps to fill a meager plate,
still i cruise thru...
the race card, the hype and tough talk,
the fake hearts, the cliques, the strays, the stray cats,
the gay bars, the sports bars, the shakey-butts back in the cuts,
thru your headphones craking your spine chills up
as your mind fills up with rhymes built up to kick butt
call it love taps, like a parental rap
"it hurts me more" to cruise thru war to make art
knowing we'd paint a perfect picture if KATS STOP DRAWING!?!!

still i cruise thru the 215 smooth
until i bloom or reach doom
rhymes consume time, time consumes life,
life's exhumed by movements made by i
as i cruise thru

still i cruise thru the 215 smooth
until i bloom or reach doom
rhymes consume time, time consumes life,
life's exhumed by movements made by i
as i cruise thru

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Cruise Control - little byrd

Some classic oldskool style hip hop for ya. Pretty clever wordplay. There's a bit of an 80's electronic edge to the beat. All of this was done in the late 90's when just getting into "doing music" and recording it. Lyrics might be on Bandcamp or the main website.

Do do - little byrd

lyrics in video ~~>> https://youtu.be/ukDpwCHLUQk
just byrdo beatboxing and rapping to it. Kinda lyrical but that's byrd.

[lyrics]
...run it back...
Lack of daze in days leads to lackadaisical
lackluster the cluster of stars falling before me
ravenous the red
all wolves get fed in parables, religiously
classic in my character
like Bruce Wayne
ballin out
after bawling out
then brawling out
blacked till signals call 'em out
all about revolutions
turn
about
time
i'm out

Lack of punctuation keeps lines fashionably L8
flow ahead of it's time
like sounumbies* ((tsunamis & sound numbing))
only a dummy on the regular so we're equal
nothing sweet about it
heartbeat is we the people
bluntly weed the people from the greens
i roll like that
collapse like the
matrix of the market
stock-in kats** ((stocking & stock in))
neo plugged in like Google Glass-is-aps ((google glasses apps + glass is aspse, aspse))

Whats the haps?
Superstar,
ball-an threw your atmosphere*** ((balling through, and balled and threw... your atmosphere))
browns and clear's a mimicked side effect when vision kicks in
--plus i made you a 'dope rapper'
cause you're mentally spitting my spittings

ripping fear till fear itself fears its self
and fear-fully... vanishes
thought i'd say diss-a-peer*****
like a freestyle battle-kat
(no)--never that
hint of (bastard) with gouda rotten cheddar
or be rabbits
poppin
like i got cheddah of the tongue ((that whole part means having gold babies, or being fruitful))

Jedi
third eye
four letter, 
maul force
like S&M Vaders
(insert finish line)
....and you can quote me.

i tried to put the mic down,
but smoking's hard to quit
crack visions like pipers sniping
like dope is hard to hit

got a shitty golden flow
like Oprah's kush in clit
(now THAT'S some O-shit)

kill you infinitely with a smile
and you thank me, because i'm NICE

you listen to my text messages twice
and i crack speakers
got your mind stuck on repeat
like i'm your speech therapy teacher
I inspire abdominal adjectives
predicate is phenomenal turds
I make love to your eardrums
and then eff-you-see?-k ... what you heard.

Spitdat - little byrd

video magideo: https://youtu.be/CwSzJ7IA0KA
no I'm not a "singer" but songs come into my had and I try to get it as close to what I hear in my head, with my voice, as I can. aaaaaand I don't really care if it "sucks" beeeeeecause everything "sucks" to someone, even gold and happiness and ignorance, so..... yep
lyrics
(keep dreaming.... keep dreaming...)

i float around
on a cloud
from a cloud
in a world
in a cloud
and you think
you see me
cause my facade's
"in your face"
this whole world
in a lie
in a dream
in a funk
but the vibe's getting weird
it'll fade
n2 light
making light of the fade

you're the same as the trees
all in me
like the paper you crave
what a shame that our race
pretty blind divided i's
yeah, you'd think that you'd think
that you'd feel
past whatever you thought you saw
i guess we can both
slip away
n2 our best dreams and intentions

keep dreaming.... keep dreaming...
keep dreaming... keep dreaming...
.....STOP

i wish you could see past these checkers and braids
...it would pay
wish you could believe past your structured old ways
...save the day
wish you could taste and feel it all in your veins
....come and play
....guess i'm just wishing or you're living in vane

keep dreaming... keep dreaming..
keep dreaming.... keep dreaming....
keep--STOP

checkeredredreds - little byrd

Done this one back in the 199D-something when first figuring out how to sample and mix stuff. Didn't have the best sampling capabilities. Fun little bit: tv's used to have a headphone jack. If you take a VHS tape (90s isht) and play a movie you could run an aux cord from the headphone jack in the tv into the mic line-in in your computer and rip stuff that way, or just loop it from the headphone jack on the computer into the line-in jack on the same computer. You have to have your levels right for that last one-- watch the clipping. I think it's all through the center channel-- hadn't gotten into panning back then. I was just starting out. Meh. Nina Simone (naturally) with some GooGoo Dolls and Aretha Franklin... hence Simone Franklin. Sometimes when naming tracks you get so many folders and files you just try to keep it simple. I had a lot of stuff in this era/period that was pretty dope and due to hard drive crashes, location changes, and other random living life crap just can't find anymore. Some of it I really miss and other stuff I probably can't even remember so I guess I don't miss it that much. Anyways, you know me... Cap'n Give-It-Away. Free download here. If you want to support, I'll link another free/donation download to one of the bandcamp pages (the "buy" link.... it goes to a "name your price/download" file).

Simone Franklin (what U Need) - little byrd

Way Down Low (with French Finnish) - The Adventures Of The Glitch Of Glyphe' and little byrd

[that buy link is a free download. The video has more of a presentation of lyrics: https://youtu.be/YhfqL_pwjCs]
You don’t be digging when I’m speakin normal ppl level talkie stuff, rather delve in mental dwelling selling solar vapor dust... Existential pencil carbon forms r lines you snuff. Dumb it down so bums can clown around & pound some fingers up.
Flip the fingers higher when applied to lighter, put blunt. Miraculous how ridiculous your golden visions front: every seed want just feeds a grinding lack, if life gave u diamonds you’d use them 2cut some crack.
Most folks now’s dopest tracks beyond a ghost of wack, in fact you’d have to pay it forward if you ever ran it back.
This is basic bull spit like a Taurus G with snaps aka just trippin kickin less than average bars for chaps easily impressed with wasted talent & time, giving cash & ass, and soul & mind because somebody rhymed.
Any monkey with a speak n spell & fruity loops can do it!
Sample Stephen Hawkings, bass, drums, ain’t much to it.
be like “Bitch... my pvssy.. weed... kills niggas... with gold... cause I love you... so don’t call me... fuck the cops... let’s GO! Booty booty.. skrrrrt.. booty booty.. BddaAK BddaAK! Cause I’m the realest & the dopest & the hardest (piece of crap). My 3rd eyes’s radius reaches da web like Octavius... Stoned but rollin greener grass blacking out on shady shakyness…”
On some crazy shit, overpriced hyped lazy hits.
Black aint got no country show you just how crazy slavery gets:  kats sell you out &YOU supposed to pay for it. Massa’s kids twerkin-- can’t find a good nigga b-tch?!
N Hitler’s Ghetto Government remix madd stock in Stockholm syndrome your coin ain’t worth a bit.
Emperor's new hustlers, buy our dope hits!
You have the same conversations & nobody gives u $h-t
When our song goes off & your world still sucks we be looking down on you because you lookin up 2 us.
We be like "We love U!" and will never know your name,
Stay stretching the truth ...but it’s "HOT".
When the song goes off are you numb or dumb enough?
We don’t sell out to hear you, You pay 2 listen to U$!
Kats be confessing who they shot, how much drugs they sell, how they didn’t get caught, how they cheating or side pieces, undermining thots underline by golden idol wins …and then thank God...forreal? …dafuq?
Which God finds joy in that? Let’s clear that up….
How u transcend a world YOU STILL IN? How?
Lifting yourself up by choking your life down? Take the same habits with u high on the same clouds? Shooting decent people who are lost in the same crowds? Locked n the same bars drinking the keys down?
If change is always COMING then it’s never HERE NOW.
Stop turning up and turn into something higher.
Stop wasting time bullshitting with liars.
You’re the smartest and the strongest & survived the longest.
You’re beyond the anchor points you hold onto in some songaziz.
Foreal foreal just bang an instrumental! Lyrics got you fvked up, far too influential.
While you’re mesmerized memorizing paralyzing shit, your life goes nowhere so you need another hit.
It’s time to take time & mind and shine divine.
It can sound cliche’, it’s perfectly fine.
Bishop takes Q, You’re right, I AM crazy, obulkaybee
Phone, car, laptop… how you tryna play me?
Snappin like Stark, more slappers than the squid but till our music makes better humans the game ain’t flipped But meow problems meow dance, Christ don’t give is water Who got the Juice now? Not gon force new order we packin light sabers neighbor, phasers set to greater blazers fading grazers paving ways in wavs, engraving enslavement for the sake of flagrant entertainment
who’s payments are meant to Han Solo your greatness hands up in the pavement.
Raise up or stay stuck, I ain’t got time to give a fuck. I’m steady
laying waste to waste so I can shut "the Fuck" up. 
Check the lyrics to that whatever beat you’re pumping in your soul cause most of them kats are dead, world swallowed them whole

AweShucks - The Adventures Of The Glitch Of Glyphe' and little byrd

Peace, blessings, UNDERSTANDING to the point of knowing. NEW STUFF ON THE MAIN SITE. We appreciate you being. Welcome to The Adventures Of The Glitch of Glyphe' and little byrd.

The Glitch of Glyphe' is from Cleveland.... little byrd's from Philly. Joined forces in SoCal (Pasadena) in TRUE SPITTERS CERTIFIED Ent. We do everything in-house, beats, production, images, writing, recording, etc. God blessed us to be able to do this so we're doing it. You can do better. Thank you for the inspiration and we hope you're inspired.

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