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BRASS BITS
DethBasket:
6 foot 3 and a quarter
Highest in my corner
Lowest in composure
Getting saved for the closer
On the road of atonement
This whole posse of homies laying down dope shit
Call us tone men
No cents is what I walk round looking to hand out
No sense is what you made when you come trynna stand out
Stand down you damn clown
Miss me with bro shit and sit down
Chew brass bits
And spit pistol rounds
A train on these tracks
I’m roaring down
Through snoring towns
Low lisp
A Disadvantage? How?
What is the plan now?
Spamming clout?
Can’t handle when I ramble out
Too coherent
You fear it that somebody’ll hear it if you shout out what it is you’re about
For real now
Won’t put any work out
Go head and pout
Go on with your bullshit spout
I’m here right now
Fucking around
Spill it now
I got the towels cuz
I’m always cleaning up
You’re a scrub, mop this shit up
Sweep ya at the ankles turn ya joints to dust
Get fucked
I can’t , so what?
Irish and unlucky like
One of the many paradoxes that Basket got
Katy Perry, cold inside while the outside hot
Spitting wicked an I hate to talk
Lifted til I’m traced in chalk
Want the smoke? I’ll make you cough
You hack, kick rocks
On blast, I’m calm
You mad? Boss up
Or get
Gon and Kilua
How we be doing
Bro in my troop
Dissident is a’ brewing
Manifest the vision, jazzy
Apparatus filling with ashy bong water
I need you to pack me something new
So I can crash
This mother fucking train of thought I’m riding
I’m alone or they’re all hiding
Too long I been pining
For us to de-board
But realized I should be driving
The conniving is an irritant
I keep my circle tiny
Period
Dylan the Dissident:
Stand at 5'7"'cept I'm feeling like I'm 7'5"
Mind is exploding full a gold like a beehive, thrive
No matter what's the condition
I don't need this money, I just live on this vision
Got a store of honeys if I wannem
But frequently, recently, I been in the lab on some fission shit
Clean as fuck, don't hit me up, unless you want to talk some business shit
And I keep some fine thoughts in my money clip
And a hot bitch on my hip, shot on a motherfucking mission
Kid, you been looking for an answer, but it's all around you missin' it
So high up the mount I don't got the need for dissin' shit
And so many people be fake, like some fishing bait
And bein' real, to tell the truth, is my strangest trait
Uh, Call me Dissident, Dissimilar, Unorthodox
And so many primed potbuckshot, bullshit crew
I chew you up and spit you through, to paint my toilet
Like a Jackson Polyp Piece, holla
Like a Jackson Polyp, Peace, holla
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SNAPBACK
03:52
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Snap Back
Turned back snap back
Blunt fat
Duck flak
So you don’t get smacked
Act whack get whacked
Don’t pack cuz I lack the need
Crackin up your dome keeping one hand free
Bet you won’t show nothing I ain’t seen
I’m too slick
Too quick
Cena can’t see me
Been feeling serene
Just been dishing the beats
Primo with the scattered flow
Just watch how I lean
Serving heat, Thai cuisine
Knowledge of self what I’m chasing
With the hunger so real
Don't think about meals
Forgetting I gotta eat
Rhythm stanky like the blue cheese
Callused fingers starting to bleed
Ebb and Flow
Bob and weave
Won’t catch me speaking in fallacies
Not what I want but green what I need
Burned in my vision computer screen
So much weed on my keys
I don’t know what I seek
I just been finding the music it’s therapy cannot compare
Anything’s fair
Think about it ‘fore you share splitting hairs
Just don’t go there
Whatchu need to be?
Be aware
Peace to those who see blisters and calluses
When their hands are bare
Basically hate you’re breaking your back
Just to breathe and have a life to share
With your spouse and kids
Dog, fish, whatever
Your boss does not care
Don’t like it? Starve
They don’t have to look far
To fill up your spot there
Go do that dumb shit
Everyone’s short lived
Time is not wasted
If you enjoy it
Been mentally locked up
Bout that time I bossed up
Path could be just mud
One thing to do, strap on the boots
Get em laced up
Motherfuck your day job
Ideas in your head bump
Get em in parchment
Go on and get on top of showing out all your own stunts
Deep slashed my tether
Threads held it together
The year in the rear view
Found shit to trudge through
Fuckin block headed
Wasted bread got my nose shredded and blemished
Spent the nights drunk
Solitude takes credit
Head full of lead mighta had me doing better
3 years passed since I packed bout half of my crap
Along with a book bag
took off across the U.S. map
City of heat I was raised at
Shouts out to fellow sand rats
Dan P. Guild cap
Bark and Haji bite back
Glassfoot on keys smack
Y’all on my brain path
Fucking up hard
Right up at the start
Snow played its part
Every morning barf
Boozing more and more
Taking any score
Keep myself poor
Anything for
Only stopped because of COVID
That’s when Everyman moved over
Introduced me to the homies
Started growing that moment
And since then it’s been up and up
Making songs non stop
Shit is just starting to pop
Who knows when we’ll ever stop?
I’m just saying go hard
Pull trigger full blast
Just start
Whatever your version of art
You might just be missing a part
Been mentally locked up
Bout that time I bossed up
Path could be just mud
One thing to do, strap on the boots
Get em laced up
Motherfuck your day job
Ideas in your head bump
Get em in parchment
Go on and get on top of showing out all your own stunts
Been mentally locked up
Bout that time I bossed up
Path could be just mud
One thing to do, strap on the boots
Get em laced up
Motherfuck your day job
Ideas in your head bump
Get em in parchment
Go on and get on top of showing out all your own stunts
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WeakEnd
02:25
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Posted
Toasted
Today is for ghosts
Don’t feel like the most
Postal is close
Engrossed in reflection
Perceptive of the lessons
That kept the head rested
Go fetch
Posted
Toasted
Today is for ghosts
Don’t feel like the most
Postal is close
Engrossed in reflection
Perceptive of the lessons
That kept the head rested
Go fetch
Look up from the CPU
the grey day at the blinds is breaking through
To my room
Time to snooze
Dream of Rottweilers and doobies
Til noon
Day too new
Get gear accrued to see it through
Jeans rolled above the boots, cuffed up
Same with the skully, Tee tucked
Smoke up, wander the abode
til I feel stuck
Sound of this town by the Sound says what’s up
One must trudge through this rut
Posted
Toasted
Today is for ghosts
Don’t feel like the most
Postal is close
Engrossed in reflection
Perceptive of the lessons
That kept the head rested
Go fetch
Go stretch
You’ve stressed it enough
Don’t go test too much
Might be a crutch
We all have such
Don’t distrust
it’s for the long run
You’re leveling up
You may be getting beat up
But keep that chin up
Stumble over cracks with less dinero
In my pocket from the get go
Tends to be how it goes
On days I’m moving slow
The days I’m thinking thorough
Bout my third story window
You know, those days with no glow
Posted
Toasted
Today is for ghosts
Don’t feel like the most
Postal is close
Engrossed in reflection
Perceptive of the lessons
That kept the head rested
Go fetch
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Dylan Eichenauer Tempe, Arizona
the alien who doesn't alienate
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psychedelic, surreal
experimental, theoretical assimilation, classical, rap, electronic, vapor
music
composer living in TEMPE, AZ.
I hope you can find some tones that you enjoy.
All the best to you
-Dylan E.
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