Rozz Dyliams - Tower City lyrics

Yo, It's about to get critical
I never advocate a whack tape or
A body of work that's unoriginal
Coming hard like a criminal like
Gangsta Pat kickin' the
Deadliest verse that'll put you on your back
I'm like a Watts Prophet wise and Black
Do you see the resemblance in the
Way that I despise the rap
Artists of nowadays putting out a
Highly whack project through
A label with enough money to buy it back
But that's beside the fact
I can see through your shit with infinite
Vision television you can't prescribe me that
Psilocybin'd out grimy cat kick
A stank rap thinking
Outside of the box call me Frank Zapp'
Give me a blank pad I'll go line for line
I'm so far out you couldn't even
Find me with a private eye
Eating applesauce in cyanide testing
My stomach of steel
With Marshall Applewhite watching
Pass The Mic

Ross makes the best stuff
I put out the projects harder to find
Than a first edition pressing of Deathcrush
Comfortable in a field as I
Was raised a Pagan santa Barbara in the deck
Old school Sean O'Hagan
I'm sick of struggling and
Scraping so I'm fervently
Working on a reputation more
Amazing than Satan i'm sick of the popular
Culture fascination with snapbacks
And bacon cause I'm all about creation
A bar with multiple layers a real rhyme sayer
16s rolling out like a
Dungeons and dragon slayer
No one can consciously touch me as
If I had a VD i'll murk you half asleep or
Even if I'm dreaming completely
Often I feel like the Earth is
Beneath me to the point
I look down and can't even
See any terrain underneath me
The corduroy vested prince I'm still
Throwing down the best mints
And I ain't been back to New West since