Lyrics
Hook:
I been away, but you still wanna see me gone/
It's Dyleon, and i'm bringing you the hell I saw/
In my dreams, in my sleep where the demons crawl
You better hide, cuz you fuckin widda rhyme killer/
Verse One:
It's time to go back to basic, rap in the basement, strapped wid makeshift gat that I place in a track and go apeshit/
click, click, bang bang, It's Dyleon, fuckers click bang bang/
I been a rhyming, I been deciding should I line em up and just get violent/
Wilin on a beat straight smilin yall, while I'm pilin up all these syllables to solid bars/
You'll never understand the mindstate of an emcee, the temptation attempting to tempt me/
The frustration, the mental anguish of a pencil shading in a stencils placement/
But thats a different verse, a different time, thats a different curse, I'm bout to show you just how gifted works/
In my deams in my sleep where the demons hide, you better run cuz yaah fuckn wid a rhyme killa/
Verse Two:
Yeah it’s Dyleon, still beyond a level you can feel me on, kill me on this earth, sit and think, is he really/ gone, nah, will he haunt me, as he taunts me in songs he tossed me ha, that’s the cost g/
Of fuckin widda emcee at home in the pain, alone in the brain socio-methodical ways/
Melodical maze of rhymes, and I bottled the flames on the highway to hell, swerving outta the lane/
I’m losin my religion, and lost all of my faith, confused wid my decision it’s about all I can take/
So now I’m lookin over bridges wid a shine in my eye, wonder if this cold division could confine how I die/
Really got nothing to lose, you fuckin wid who? Really no telling just what the fuck Ima do/
Wont give up any clues on my moves sucker’s lose, if they try and test me, they jumpin the fuse/
Verse Three:
I'ma rhyme killer, a nine milla mind god zilla/ My eyes fillup wid the fire and I cant control it no more/
Gotta explode the door, to my cerebral, it evil, and I'm surprised still I/ survive this, onslaught of ideas, sureal though reality peels slow from eyelids/ I bleed ink, I breath an instrumental, foreal though, it's like the beat missed it's menstrual/
And fathered an evil little fetus, smothered it and beat it wrote down it's cries to repeat it on the beat, sicker then he screamed it, can I get a fuckin AMEN, cuz I really need it/
Possessed by the inner demons defeated ego, relivin sequels to the verse I complete close/
To the end page rippin and up, you better run cuz I'm spittin and it isn't for fun/
