To The Afterlife - Dylan Ross

Rozz Dyliams - Drip Battery Test [Prod. Trikk Beatz]

Dylvia Roska

Rozz Dyliams - Wicked Shit 4 Life

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.


Tracks to Mundo, digging through the wax of Mundo[?]
A lot of people say shit but I'd rather flap my gums though
With enough bass to make the speakers shake and rumble
The Earth crumbles and only I emerge from the rubble
With a fowl loader[?] and mad 5 o'clock stubble
I been in my bubble just watching my stacks of money double
I'm causing trouble, you sticking in[?] Ohio and I still do
Still kicking my same dirty mildew

Mellowed out jazz for the road trip steazy
Shit to make the road trip easy, enjoy the EP
I self-released it 'cause no label wants to release me
Shit's too easy, too cheesy, too beneath me
I don't even make music anymore
I just write an audio diary and get paid for it
I could flood the Earth five times over and stay dry
Alone in the isle whenever I'm brainstorming, uh

I hate Christians, hate Jews, hate Mormons, hate touring, hate Erica, hate Georgia, and... hate Lauren
Actually nah, I'm already moving on because hate's boring
I'm the beat maker, if other cat's got beats I'll be the beat breaker, independent heat maker
Flexing on this MP[?], I'm a damn champ
You couldn't even get on my level with a damn ramp
I keep the sample damp, I like the groove muddy
Shouts to funk friends, they cipher[?] my groove buddies
Do a unit study, try to capture me in my rare form for a few minutes before I'm airborne
Off to the sea [?] to collect a bill whatever cheddar to piss away before I even return
Rappers get burnt when the spatulas get turned
And about to make you motherfuckers relearn

The how's and why's the rejections
The shouts and cries, the answers to the questions
The reasons you feel worthlessness
I'm not even an MC anymore, I'm a subjective journalist

First person, profane, Gonzo
I'm not a player I'm the whole game, console
I'm not a lost soul
Shit I'm just one of denial
Stuck at the crossroads, and I just want to walk home

I am the one next snapper to these dubstep rappers that wear Alife, going about their gay life
Most of them are gay right?
If you're a player I'm the playwright
Say what you may, but everything I say tight
This is midnight, lace laced tight for late nights of cutting through the tension with a steak knife

In the air, if you care
You'd know I don't keep the skeletons in the closet
Their in the stairs
And my opinions are not in the stairs at all
But then again, if I cared at all then I'd probably bear it all
My body is a weapon and I craft bullets of regret and regression
So if you move, I shoot you full of them

Lincoln

Dylan Ross - Whole Game

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. SHMX

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/politicalwitchcraft & http://twttr.com/shmx_

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My diet is liquid
Mostly purple and green
I got a' bag full of dreams
And it drips at the seams
Been alive 22 years and still don't know what it means
Justa buncha ups and downs livin' on triple beams
I don't pop any beans
I just fuck with the juice
Poppin' caps off a' stems
Later I'll see the truth
Feeling like Water World
Feeling like I am trapped
Feeling like I'm running in circles and then comin' back
To the same place
Mask on with the same face
So I approach the world with a permanent game face (yeah)
I see the future I could tell you how the rain taste (crisp)
Keep a distance ho and stay out of a mang's face
Dip my head in purple drank and let my brain baste
I've never been to Based World but I've been to Dripped Outerspace
Out of body experience like I'm taking powders laced
With other drugs I don't even understand how to take
Set your house a blaze
Went on a trip around the world, but really I was just kickin' it on the couch for days
Woke up dehydrated with cavities and diaper rash
I don't grind for cash, I just let the shit fall in my lap (Scheiße)
Like a German I'm working wood wheel turning
Element come rollin' and I'm still burnin'
Handzum Boys is the institution and bitch I'm earnin'
Rural suburban disturbance kick haters in the sternum

I'm just posted up
House shoes on with the Honey Berry blunt
If you really real then you already know what's up
Leanin' on the porch with the morphine in the cup
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Drip Day Afternoon

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