1. |
idiot
04:09
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2. |
california
03:39
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3. |
telescope
02:37
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4. |
turning on the mob
02:56
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[verse 1]
stay with the typos if the serifs in
around the corner see disclaimers above skies I’ll perish in
the honesty and truth were written. as the ferris spins
wheels turning brighter then fireworks my blemished skin
the pen I use to scribble's jotted. the start point
levels written out r now blotted in ink and stars join
but make a cause for me, turn hearts
cuz if u learn smarts u'll be amazed at this i yearn hard
and as a youth It wasnt intellect I gained on
mediating on the passages i prayed from
cuz I changed one. it was the dismayed one
wonder on the brow on the lips u keep a stayed one
spring from a leek into the worlds land
and then the pearls swam addicted to pleasure just like the girl sang
but my initial boost was listeners i kept live
with intentions to be set free next time
[hook]
turning on the mob and (repeated)
[verse 2]
i sparkle in your presence, though prettyness has before come,
all feeling after leaving the side of you's just a raw one
nothing comparing to ur smile I better feel a curve
and a blush stroke my memories on a realer word
every touch’ll happen small, im keeping it all close
wanting my chances to be a part, of a small host
see your body and remain, this pumping vein feels
nothing can break it or move away so i pray still
carving all your names on my arm close
everything I've spoken written clearly as lyrics upon my arms both
poems rich with calm notes, prophesies and psalm quotes,
written indefinitely in lettering on palms ope'
maybe guitars'll strike it better your
gonna eradicate my prophesy in colour confetti pours
till the ground quakes open and the cracks spread out
see me open hanging on my last thread now
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5. |
esquire
02:32
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1
chickens all grabbing 4 lyrics, rapping is physics i bought
nas' record as a youth, tap into visions of force
thinking i was weird, im villainous more so
problems deep inside the depths, of me and discourse shows
if a wardrobes covered in data and your clothes
theres An audience who reads my lyrics before shows
how i demonstrate tones and lyrically formed flows
words on the microphone’ll show me perform those
sick with the features, theres none given
gonna hit u like my main man bobby when the suns in him
plush like a bond villain, bobbin up the break beats
mines still carrying weight hard, i face these
crisp like the first time, i had diversed mine
hit you in the face and leave, inside a cursed line
difficult to please type in the degrees right
aim 4 the head twice over the seas bright
[hook]
esquire and gq
yatestyle baby im thinking that's me to
rid yourself of thinking that means you
rap from the heart deliver the dream true
2
ruthless with the venom and, vitriolic still more
rugged but the words i struggle with u can still draw
sticky situations grown, look at where i soar from out
throne around my head as I see it, switching the morning out
how u feel about the facts, that the poems attract
when i pull it out my spine i leave you flowing to cracks
keep my eyes low, in the seat back i need rap
lyrics bass in the packets and better feedback
deceit that trickles in me a little thinly
spying thru the peephole will begin me
moves me from A to, B in me later
my heart is the dust i need cuz I fade to
i lay to the left more, tell me I can rest or
dig myself from out of a grave in the next storm
words are my weapons close so u beckon both
if u want the beats or rhymes i can step on both
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6. |
i need you
03:53
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[Verse 1: Dylan Yates]
stood inside my cleanest jacket, jealous and annoyed both
covered in a cloth that's satin as i destroy ghosts
microphone's my past: its littered with what i ask for
falling from the stars to lobbies, i'm going past floors
double time, uncover trouble; you uncover dirt
my past was a prettier angel i'm in love with her
oxygen the fire needs, me and you require each
i could just pretend i'm leaving you but decide peace
knocking out a verse hard, its heat to my cursed art
seats where my fans r sat, flip when the first starts
from being quiet and driven lyrics that delight hard
prophesy vallour and hope making me a bright spark
keep a light beside me flickering, is my mission 4
sipping on a tonic that's mixed, the kisser draws
keep what u want high, tell me this response's mine
live in irresponsible times mark what u want blind
[Chorus: Dylan Yates]
i need you like the sun needs the fire to glow
i need you like the wind needs the air tonight
i need you like the clothes need somebody to push on
i need you like the stars need somebody to glow
[Verse 2: Dylan Yates]
still i remain star, studded and i'm calm though
every second using my body is just a palm stroke
i had a few cigars, making this a fusillade
with my dragoons, adolescence; where the music starred
im far from evil, people target equals
even though im starving sequels ask of me questions I depart with eagles
i profess to offer both, u request to
levitate the mind from launchpads the rest do
sipping something, even Robert wouldn't taste these
reaching 4 the mandibles twice to. replace teeth
fouler then the rage bumping, inside of a stage thump
lick it of the belly and scream, i'm lacing page humps
all i want today is to sit inside my room cold
and block the windows from colouring me in gloom told
so i go through its, you I put it through with
eat my lunch sitting alone listen to music
sissy boys get the money, my thoughts r st. elsewhere
chickens get a lot of me desperation it self cares
just like my pearl wrote, on top of her note twirled
dylans a fiend making my toes curl
from rapping in the mirror, leaving to the earth’s sphere
all the the thoughts contained in my cranium r worse here
and i wanna get it sugar its you i wanna get it with
hopefully i’ll never break, talking to imaginaries
[Chorus: Dylan Yates]
i need you like the sun needs the fire to glow
i need you like the wind needs the air tonight
i need you like the clothes need somebody to push on
i need you like the stars need somebody to glow
[Verse 3: Dylan Yates]
this inevitably leads to me
yates of the passion and I agree fully
i did the whole beat on my album’s window
i say i love you much baby im that symbol
im that guy, instrumental flow levitates
yatestyle lyrical abilities demonstrate
why for why for (i give em what 4)
i fast forward to the end so you see it clear
[Chorus: Dylan Yates]
i need you like the sun needs the fire to glow
i need you like the wind needs the air tonight
i need you like the clothes need somebody to push on
i need you like the stars need somebody to glow
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7. |
my finger
03:14
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[verse 1]
im in love and i heard it from a snow dove
buried in my chest a chest that is now a trove of
bright jewels and the crown yellow
u cannot decide the reason 4 my profound hello
living in the loft u say that i am a sound fellow
and my character is inner and out of bounds mellow
pretty when through it I fall down
something comes from nothing im gripping on your gown
poems plant in places that ur heart touch
my strike is a heavy u want inside a heart touched
don't u realise the tremors could
but I’d do it all again if you ever would, loving inside a cemetry
thinking that ur pretty so
what our arms would be in each others pretty glow
rub across my belly and as i tell you this
when i flirt so i kiss you on the elbow
i could wrap my finger,
[verse 2]
gaming on u hard, my lovie ask where the flutes now
pushing the buttons and throw a deuce out
Putting bubbles under moons, then im going under rooms
Running for cover i wanna dance till I plunder you
know the lights dip, im keeping our eyes low
tell em fights break on the side of this light show
this feelings great il be ur majic runner
get me and this gadgets gonna, pull us together into a tragic summer
part of the reason that we changed was the power sought
and the money and comments that people shower forth
Overall you were slime too
throw another curve ball im watching for this inside you
sweaty wrists, stomach aches, pretty this
my mistake was missing your action in a mist or
touching a body i wanna kiss yours
sinking in the water that flourishes as we hiss more
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8. |
y3lla
04:25
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[verse 1]
things I’ve written fall, pages giving blank looks
the message is one of it’s many thanks much
i mean it when i say love, equaling to the grey gloves
my wrists is janlging with pieces of the same stuff
in a beams hold, lasering the seams of
chopping up a bunny with cleavers is what i dream of
battling the rockets, shipping out my view of course
different channels playing my videos as i skewer thoughts
painted up as pretty shows this ditty goes
round the cities throws, like ferris wheels, the pity grows
take a taste from the grapevine rumours late
u’ve heard of my last thought now so it sooner breaks
my force feels, like the other forcefields do
bow to the potency it will of course steel you
never did a rap. i couldn't connect through back
never did it badly as this, now im too trapped
imagine you kept me in picture form
poems now engraved in my heart depict a form
the will if its god’s is petrified im standing on
im standing on a bridge in the park
im holding on for the part with you
[verse 2]
saying cheese to the salt sea, if it halts me
if it stays good in my veins it can assault me
camera lenses capturing souls, try and jolt me
rising for a bow, like water does in the cold sea
my elevated minds take put
it in a wrapper and do it untill the lines going straight up
lying with a demon out of passion dear
i hit the lotto in vegas, and make the rapping clear, outside of this stratosphere
the first thing is my lyric all
let me off the hooker for being the next mission called
inner city style. definition’s mine ache
inside the centre of darkness thats you will find fake
times that i thought u were mine so the heart beats
the brain thinks the lines won’t depart each
memories evaporate and burst in the dark reach
wildly 4 necklaces dripping in like a star each
get inside of the people when my guitar peaks
do it over bass lines cellos and every harp tweaks
in a quest to attain fast, lanes crash
language over grammar it hammers me just the same as
dipping in a lake tell passers they can explain crass
how my strife wanders the planet along the same tracks
walking in a thin sole, leotards and plimsoles
famous in a few more years but now its things told
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9. |
piano lament
04:34
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10. |
OJ3
03:44
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11. |
if you panic
03:33
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[verse 1]
to the world in the evening, skies that believe in dylan
rise with the dawn im blue and im freezing in 'em
parchment is just to scribe and it just
describes something i just decided on plus
my tongue formed in a fork fuller, i talk colour
eat paint shit vowels and divorce others
u wanna get it with a player stop, every layer topped
dripping in ink, I wanna lay it off
thinking u want it till ur forms met
tissues for the tears formed, u cant imagine why i would scorn death
million thoughts make ur jaws wet
u hear the passage thru the corridors turning away as more left
u hear me a scream a rap in free verse
say it in 3 words honour and definition to be worse
offer apologies i give em none of
circle the sky above the followers I lost, to the withered runners
[hook]
but if u panic just, breathe and imagine us
the wind beneath my wings above is the planet's dust
[verse 2]
i wash my hands with bleach to turn away the high seas
burn in my chest, im shallow, tell me where to find these
and the dice freaks whenever my mind peaks
lined sheets written in litanies which denies each
give me disclaimers when i rap a chorus
when i enact as form as difficult given ul know the rap is porous
why watch or feel a certain way about
working a dagger to my people in the garden when im wading out
i wish on everything the cold way
so when i fold away ul be amazed at what the old say
my little sister says a sold out
but when i entered the garden i was reminded of my old doubts
features r waterproof and fickle that oughta do and
my very presence is tough the others oughta move me
u think im joking when i say letters
but believe it or not, your gonna realise im way better
i write some poetry thats lethal and deep just so u go at me,
lyrics from my cranium leaks
to be prophetic in the search for a passion
giving it up inside down when its flashing
what could i sieve it with this grains fine
slip in to my flayed mind hungry as writers hacking their visions in the same line
u heard the rockets here the 8th line
my poetry takes time hunger and spirit about to take mine
don't wanna sound generic very saw
when the sounds prevented coming on hard giving me many more
my features push you and my conscience pull it
from out a sponsored gullet give it me raw this one, i oughta cull it
in servitude im giving much back
its why i push back something for nothing is getting rushed back
right in the mix my deadly illix
in my mind, something harder i rarely desist
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12. |
souvenir
03:36
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[verse 1]
drinking vodka from a barrell. my apparell is a black cloak
see the devil's face in a looking glass, and a cracked note
forming on a cross built 4 me, going across mine/
maggots organsie me to work with them, but I cross vines
telling pretty ladies love is magic, to attract looks
contraband and graphics r touched upon, in a rap hook
u come apart if in ur heart lack, courage and hard tact
lonely r moments following hard raps
my attention is defficient plus,
efficient cuts to my vocal chords leaves every colour enriching us
i listen now unto the old songs
that at seven hold on, to me impatiently wish4 cold ones
i leave from work early, use to cut from class to
holding on to feelings of anger previously passed thru
but in my version the events were better, i'd send a letter
the reply was essentially never
[hook]
rap lyrics, forcefield
tell em to come baby and force wheels
spinning in dark baby of course we’ll
never be apart late
[verse 2]
cuz when im lonely these eyes appearing they’re steel blue
trapped inside a stare i cant break apart so I just peel thru
locked inside a nightly glow dedicated to search and mix
pick up and them get get picked off as slowly I wanna perfect fix
i don't mind the passion, poetry in wine boats
no brain and no chewing gum found in here the design close
cuz when im stuck with parts, of what we’ve never been,
stuck inside a winter of christmases on an evergreen
i wasnt cycling home, in every night late
filling up the pages with scribbles and I'd describe lakes
jumping leagues under the first wave, and it's words wave
midnight is dancing from on the first break
to the last, im not sure if this I'll pass thru
ticket on the counter is torn, im missing that too
its you whose staring at me, maybe i stare back
sashes on the gown in a scarlet colour’s the bare fact
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dypublishing Whitstable, UK
dypublishing is a rapper and producer making Hip Hop in Kent. The 'dypublishing' umbrella covers literature fashion & photography. The last real 1.
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