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Qwel killing it live on WHPK in 2000. The radio show featured freestyles and live performances by just about everyone in the Chicago scene at that time, but nobody was doing anything like this....

Live WHPK, May 2000; Qwel, Red Meat Acapella

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Nacho Picasso - Nacho's Blues

LowDownLords . ReX84

New Age

Friday (2016 Freestyle)

www.dylanhansen47.com
OPEN YOUR MIND.

-47-

Rari ft. k$ & Yung Shibby (Prod. JAKE$AND)

Production By Josh Grant

VIDEOOOOOO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSquCbvjNOc&feature=youtu.be

LYRICS

speak up 
compose the thoughts that i think of 
wreak of pink and green stuff coolin 
yin and yang congruent
I'm in the lab brewing imma boss in spades 
you get bostoned 
punchline bruin 
this is not a field that i'm new in
a nuance of self worth grew when in the stu and
a lot of people thought that i was stupid 
nose in a book of penned goodies
brash drums that the sample gets looped in 
whats up dude? a dub and brew keep me subdued
not from Jamaica but this one's rude.. bullet!!!!
86 and moody back to cool it 
my catalog could really use some coolant
fire in the booth so the function got humid 
dysfunctional human
 the funk is so putrid 
raw like sewage 
mausoleum beats i just call it tomb tunage 
go against the grain watch me carve right through it 
what? 

No saint but I'm a lunatic 
You say I stole your flow I'm probably biting what influence it
All types to hog mics the architects 
Brainstorming more than likely that your parka's wet 
Archetype because I'm the type to type all night 
what? 
Passion at a plight on Christ level
(splash) been wavy paper mache the skin pasty  
origami how i bend phrases
'til a feature is at least ten ben franklins 
dusty mic basement raps i stand adjacent to none 
destroys the blood suckers like a stake or the sun what?

Blue {VIDEO IN DESRIPTION }

Add to dictionaryProduction By Josh Grant

LYRICS

broken mold it don't need mending
a lot  of people compare me to so and so on false pretenses
i let them regret this action! speak to beat precious
slowly seep in sweet resonate a vibe
hope dwindles when you're praying to a tainted sky
blood sweat and struggle to stay a striving young robot
one of a kind it's frosty von flowgod
holstering a baddie for the photo-graphy
please 
leave it to the true elite
keep this between you and me
i'm usually dipped in expensive jewelry
back the truth had a fit of tomfoolery
bumby loner artsy fuck i think it's kinda cool to be
every now and then i'm playing ring around the loop
indeed i'm stupid screws looser than the ties between a dead beat
and illegitimate voided failures used words to fill em a bit
speaking of the l's this microphone took
my paycheck need more digits than a phonebook
the vocal tone grown rumble your bones shook
metronome long gone not a single dope hook
in my repertoire
dark horse of course not the  one you want to bet it all on
so i just wrote a lot of stories
some were sorta hot the problem was i didn't care what
anybody thought about it
 
Ba ba boom bap what?
Baba ba ba boom bap shit 
Ba ba boom bap what?
Baba ba ba boom bap
 
i've been dreaming for a moment
life ain't everything i wanted
all this scheming comatosing off the evergreen and tonic
dro got the ponics
willie got the phonics
josh got the noggin nodding melodic
man i've been on a hot streak
direct no proxy
jabrony your bologna flows bony like ox meat
oxtail
 rock bells
gentleman to foxy ones enticed by the pot smell
trust me it's not Reginald
chillin dead between two centerfolds
watch 'em bend and fold
losing hella weight because i eat vegetables
scent of roasted coffee
 i'm going off topic
last was a teeth grinder this one is jaw dropping
the sound of silence what? call paul simon
soon to be every girl's favorite like the fall climate
top 5 when you talk rhymin
and mind your tone
this kind of cold won't dissolve when salt's flying
start a calm riot
im mean hey,
 i'm all about non violence
puffin very loud couldnt pick you up with a dog sinuses  
what?

Cat Eyes

Production By Josh Grant

LYRICS

Butt Dial:
Give me a single good reason for leaving
I called you my queen but i was a pawn
Upon your arrival i wasn't alarmed
Told me you loved me but that was a con
Pro with deception that lesson i slept
Gone with affection like less than a peck
On the cheek  in a week it was on to the next
Told me your done over text
I was like give me a week
sorry i needed to vent
Josh had just sent me some beats
Needed to get back on my feet
Why don't you study for tests?
Baby we're both under stress
Maybe i was overzealous
Told me that dude treat you better
That was just to make me jealous
Stomp out that picture of us
Cheers to not giving a fuck
Missing your touch 
but you're a cadaver
Punctured my spine with a dagger
None of it matter
Rag tagged and tattered
Feet dragged on concrete bag under eye
Thick in the thighs i would capitalize
Now another is tapping that prize i coveted 
Temp of an in use oven
my temper fused with a sharp moody plummet
Catch me in the depths if you care
Contemplating death and despair
Travel the ends of the earth
When you cursed me
Hot and cold Middle finger and a curtsy
Lock and load with no mercy
Mercy me
How cold could person be
forget it
Hit me up you could get it

Autopilot:
eyelids heavy 
on the opposite of silent 
clouds parallel no pilot 
the henny in my system made me violent 
fuel tank been through the mileage 
Aircraft stable as my last tape 
Path lost couldn't get the map straight
Style when i scribble with a stylus 
I tossed the formula 
then i brought out the orchestra 
Hangover cause a lot of turbulence 
676 miles from florida 
still no pilot baggins beat like im bilbo cottage 
stackin cheese cause i still know cottage 
work like i keep the steal toe polished 
Through the motions  

autopilot on autopilot on autopilot
autopilot on autopilot on autopilot

since we all die someday
already on autopilot when im on the runway
sabbath with the black out but its rarely on a Sunday's best 
on a one way jetting to a young grave death 
off a pill or two
xanax help conceal the true colors 
of a villain do numbers on her heart on her heart yeah
Keep your seatbelt fasten for depart for departure 
start to call her baby when struck by the baby archer 
fluent in the art the autonomous 
Conscience thought is ominous 
Consequence dire 
Cock pit of my stomach feel the bottomless fire 
get doused with a ounce and a pint and a pint and a pint 
Misfire

Butt Dial/Auto Pilot

Production by Josh Grant

LYRICS

everybody's thirsty
i act like i'm any better 
I might send a dm to a female that i never met 
and then regret it instantly
made my grave the games we play i dig up any dignity 
left over i stay detached 
doesnt help im way too moody 
shouldn't let those feelings catch me 
i was captain save a groupie
had to let the cape retire  
it just wasn't safe attire
right before she sank her teeth
she claimed she was sanctified
buried in her cherry so i never had to pay for pie 
jager was her spirit animal yeah quite the faded type
nowhere near coherent when i asked if she's ok to drive 
 
everybody's thirsty 
liquid courage off a shot or two to think i have a shot at you 
everybody's thirsty 
no need for water just the offer of your body and a bottle if its possible 
everybody's thirsty
 
dimly lit the speakers blaring 
what?
bodies so the heats apparent
one place known to breed hysterics dry up watch the ego's perish 
maybe 
high off a spirit lately 
life starts to irritate me
is it ironic when your chronic depression fueled by depressants?
no believe in anything so no chance for divine presence
and what defines your present? 
chasing after dresses 
got forbidden fruit to get into whose produce is the freshest?
watch me spiral
vices seem viral 
time could cease vital  
false sense of vigor 
bartend the trigger
slurred on the statement
to slow for bases  
can i be your dh?
phatty with the ph
in a state of phantasy the ph type no conscious
irresponsible and unresponsive when inebriated I think I need to face it
everybody's thirsty

Thirsty (Id)

if you met me, I probably didnt tell you I make music. 
Features and Bookings: will.is.chillin@gmail.com

Butt Dial/Auto Pilot

Will is Chillin'