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by Dilz

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All songs recorded through out September and October of 2016.

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released October 13, 2016

Vocal Engineering by Smith
Producers include Starsky & Madstak Studios

Additional production by Hi Jop Beatz, Jason Hits, Blunted Beatz, Danny E.B Tracks, Syko Beats and others.

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Dilz Foxton, New Zealand

Dilz - New Zealand Hip Hop artist.

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Track Name: Wordsmith (Feat. Smith)
(Smith)
What up dilz we be climbing hills these haters looking at us like we freakin pop pills./ We're signing deals and making mills can you feel/ we got them stumbling like they whereing heels/ I feast on these emcees for my daily meal/ yall appeal for my massive speal yall can never feel/ I've been doing this since 1999 check the rhymes you will never find guy with his flow defined/ I swear to god. This is what I wanna do, fighting dudes in my elementary school just because he thinks he's cool/ woah.. I run them back on that old school rap where the boom bap/ aye dog, quit your napping why you acting? Blow your nose in this napkin throw it in a trashcan. Imagine me on stage bashing with the mic in my hand and/ with a funny accent laughing I can't even fathom I love this rapping/ I'll tell enemy that he was consived on a intersection that's accidents happen...

(Dilz)
Your the type of guy to list your baby on trade me, and when cyf’s take it complain like they never paid me, I'm a handful but like a hand my mother raised me, to go against the regime, I may seem like I'm stuck in a day dream, I hit the age of eighteen, was raging without the machine, but it's these life lessons that are helping the teens, remembering my voice was like elvin and beibs, see my voice got deeper and I'm more serious, Paul bearers in all areas, morgues furious, war on inferiors, you look poor period, plus your hats shit so I’m thinking you should bury it, huh, get it, it’s time to put the past behind ya, life ain’t shit but a fat vagina, just call me king cunta, and get under my wing, when I’m on the mic I go a hundred and three, I’ve floated like a feather and I’ve stung like a bee, just treat me like a phone cus you answer to me, don’t claim to be a god but they all seem to, worship, the feeling that I give to other rappers now is, worthless, life is a job I’m the hardest of it’s workers, the way I craft a sentence you can tell that I’ma, wordsmith
Track Name: Abracadabra
I’ve got my cap backwards, my backpack sits on my back with a strap that, I call my bag of tricks, imagine I have a hat with a rabbit that waits till I grab it, I’m pulling out the big buns, up my sleeve is a card on it is my heart, so I’m honoured when I’m asked if I’ll collab with you, get the verse back to you same day that you asked me too, no I didn’t have too, but I’m glad too, take you back to school and show you up on your own track, taking over the song like hey look I own that, I won’t back down, got your fans saying wait he wrote that wow, look I hold rap down, and I’ve got it hog tied, in for a long ride, oncoming tide you were caught on the wrong side, now your watered down and washed up, i’ve been taking over since I rocked up,

Abracadabra, I’m not just a rapper, I have to let it all out when I’m asked to, master of the arts that I’m crafting, they’re tryna replicate and I’m just sitting here laughing x2

there’s a lot of new MC’s, that are not improving geez, with the opportunities, we are offered, it’s nonsense, I’m not one to gossip, but all sit, and listen, look I think the competition dipped their tongues in a dog shit, as that’s what they’re spitting, I see no heads spinning, am I sinning if I’m killing them gutting them and skinning, think I’m winning as they keep saying rap is a game, I’m not playing I’m just saying what is trapped in my brain, and they’re praying that I don’t pull this magic again, that hat trick that seems to put the rappers to shame, your a passenger, just in the seat riding, while I’m writing rhymes that find you uninvited, feeling undecided? think your undermined? well my thoughts are giving attention undivided, to a life style and living it, if you don’t give a shit, fuck off it’s that simple isn’t it.

Abracadabra, I’m not just a rapper, I have to let it all out when I’m asked to, master of the arts that I’m crafting, they’re tryna replicate and I’m just sitting here laughing x2
Track Name: Underestimated
Tryna get by with my head held high, like I’m looking for the sky but instead it’s like I’m blind, as I’m searching for this hope that I feel I’ll never find, mind frame is never mind, walking up a slope that many try to climb, while I’m waiting to be signed or any type of sign, I’m not in for the cash, not a penny or a dime, not many if any seem to wanna give me time, but I have to persevere, look I’ve been to rock bottom and I kept a souvenir, they’ve been tryna take my heart little girl shoot a dear, and I’m yet to make a buck but it will soon appear, pretty soon you will hear me, those at the top pretty soon they will fear me, making moves so clearly, bout to blow up like boom are you ready? stuck in a time warp, minds in a psych ward, people always at me like why do you rhyme for, when I’m hearing this it’s like I wanna write more, take them all to school so find me a whiteboard, crunch time gotta tight core, life is a battle every day we all fight wars, think about the shit we hold in just to drive forward, going head first while I’m jumping off the dive board,

Underrated is an understatement, if you underestimate I’ll give a tombstone like the undertaker, I’m underpaid and overworked even contemplated, tryna sell my soul it’s complicated, it’s like all these voices congregate, inside my head and have a conversation, and I’m stuck in the middle, I learnt that no one gives a fuck when your little, so I walk on my tippy toes, shoes untied I’ll never be tripping though, right on a different note, my best rhyme isn’t written bro, but stick around for the listen, they say that nothing’s free but a chance can be given
Track Name: Ghetto Qu'ran
Lord forgive me, for I’ve sinned, over and over again just to stay on top. I recall memory filled with sin, over and over again.. And again and again and again.

I’m not talking bout Bernard’s as I’ve never been a saint, if I didn’t have rap then I doubt i’d be sane, safe to say it’s the same strange feeling that I face, used to think this was a phase still I’m writing on a page, it’s relinquishing my rage helps to keep it to a minimal, thinking i’d be cynical if not for this option, miserable and wrecked when my stress becomes visible, I calm myself down when I start connecting syllables, the lyrics I have written in the past when I down buzz, the feelings that went and filled my heart when I found love, happy or sad i’ve expressed it in a rap, and instead of getting mad I put a pencil to a pad, now imagine what could’ve happened without this, out let to let out the feelings that are bottled up inside of me, you’d see another side of me, my backs against the wall and I’m my biggest rivalry, hand breaks down if you ride with me, and no i’m not perfect and look I never try to be, the irony when tryna be the best, is that yes people love to see you fail, they will snap you if your frail, I’ll prevail, dropping bars like it’s jail, they’re talking bout slugs and shells like a snail, but me I keep it real all that other shit is stale, putting money on the scales, look my soul is not for sale.
Track Name: Go Getter
Life's to short to hold a grudge I’m old enough to know better, let go from the get go I've been a go getter, here’s a letter to my former self, staunch as hell cordoned out glad that your normal now, looking like an idiot, your from a small town stop tryna be a city kid, my syndicate have helped me out Smith bro it’s sounding dope, new track every day incase you missed it now you know, if your in the wrong be a fruit tree and grow a pair, the truth hurts but don’t pretend that lying means that no one cares, that’s some deep shit right there, preach this idea, help spread the message let my efforts be known, where I want to get too is a level it’s own, I’m not playing a game it’s my life and I don’t play with that, let me play that back, it’s my life and I don’t play with that, so let me paint a track I'm an artist trapped in a drawing, pen is the brush and your thinking that it’s boring? I’m in the sky soaring your a bird with it’s wings clipped, minds in the toilet as your trying to think shit, unless it makes you feel like a man some how, last name is lamb I don’t follow the sheep, so sit back and wait for tomorrows release, last name is lamb I don’t follow the sheep, so sit back and wait for tomorrows release.
Track Name: Marathon (Prod by. Starsky)
Packing a punch like a jack in a box, with a fist not a clown see i’m rapping a lot, they say my presence is a gift but every song I drop it happens to flop, what the fuck, every sentence i have written, it’s a given they have rhythm and my bars are like a prison, catch the rainbow from a prism, got this dream it keeps me driven, when I sleep it’s with ambition, call me dilz or call me dillon, doesn’t matter if you listen, to an album or a minute, to a track or just a second, if your listening to I, you will simply hear my vision, doing this for years tell me who’s the competition, on a mission to be great my admission through the gate only came cus i am different, no time to wait, i’m here for the long run fuck the distance

Whether days or an hour long, i’m running in this marathon x2

On the edge of a cliff looking down at the abyss and I feel it’s hit or miss while i’m aiming at the target, time to remisince, i was trying not to trip, but I dropped myself a song and I was claiming i’s an artist, there’s way more to it, took a little break and i came off truant, nothing but a a student tryna become fluent, thought i was shoo in but the sole was ruined, seen myself a cobbler now i’m constantly at it, music is drug so consider me an addict had it with this habit of havoc, I have to have it in my life, i’m a hazard to the masses, i wanna be massive but the maths behind it says it would have to be magic, life is a highway and i’m in with the traffic, take it head on this could be tragic

Whether days or an hour long, i’m running in this marathon x2
Track Name: User Friendly
Can’t inject it in my veins, I’m feeling this pleasant pain, it goes straight to effect my brain, whenever she says my name, so I take a hit it’s getting me through the day, when I feel her lips it takes me to a place, that I use to escape, that I use to erase, that I use to replace any feelings that I hate, but I can’t take it I’m facing the withdrawals now, it’s been near a month since she came and cleared her drawers out, life’s so empty when she’s not around, I’s up 10 feet but now I’m coming down, falling at a speed and the grounds a foreign object, can’t find it in the streets I’m not ready to be off it, I’m turning down other offers, it’s crazy we just swivelled like a chair up in the office, she was like my ecstasy, I talk like she’s still next to me, she’s nothing but an ex to me, I miss her having sex with me, you can never put a price on it, love is a drug and I feel I’ll waste my life on it, I’m honest so I’ll say that I’m a drug addict, love has it’s up and downs but any how I must have it, I need it in my system, tryna get away but I’m hooked she’s been fishin’, if only we were fixed because I need my daily fix, even though this crazy bitch has me feeling lost as shit she’s the cure.
Track Name: The Way I Am
I sit back to relax but I can’t cus I’m mad, wrote a text to my dad, gonna ask for some cash, cus I’m broke that’s a fact, and I’m over this damn, and I’ve opened this bag, of emotions I had, to hold my composure, I’m told that it’s over, I’ve rolled with a coaster, for to many days, now I’m stuck in a daze and I’m trapped in a thought, like I’m lost in a maze and it’s happened before, I think I’ma snap and I’m not talking chat, lifes a cat I’m a rat and I’m sick of this crap, locked in the room while I listen to rap, middle finger is stuck like it’s pulled with a cramp, and I’m bout to go spastic now, my face has an active frown, I can’t even act a clown, tryna be creative, focusing on recreating some pictures for my music, go to use it the app is down, I’m destined for anger, not a happy camper, I don’t have an answer, I’m needing a banker, to give me with a loan, look I’ve felt so alone, more money more problems but there’s problems when your broke, it’s like god versus satan they’re grabbing their throats, paradise is trouble and the hammocks in my home, when you can’t afford the rent, when your texts are never sent, when you can’t top up cus your money has been spent, any time I need to vent, I open my macbook and type a little song or open my rap book and scribble with a pen, cus the anger it stems from inside, but when writing a song I’m alive

and I am whatever you say I am and if I wasn’t then why would I say I am? rap name is Dilz every day I plan, to get a little bigger watch the brand expand,
cus I am whatever you say I am and if I wasn’t then why would I say I am? rap name is Dilz every day I plan, to build the bigger picture it’s Dillon Lamb
Track Name: Mouth is a Bomb (Prod. by Madstak Studios)
Turn it up louder, start sagging your trousers, if your playing my album, hope your going a thousand, fuck going a hundred, I’m more than just some kid, I’m making it obvious, always go off and now music is bumping, are you bumping it too? do you know what to do? let loose on the track like your screaming attack I’m just bringing the truth, they call me a prophet, cus I don’t wanna profit, showing my pocket trust me it’s empty, give me a pad and leave me the pen please, I’m knowing my flow is so cold, in this game I’m competing for gold, I’m running so pass the baton, step back cus my mouth is a bomb.
Track Name: Top of the World (Prod. by Starsky)
Wake up in the morning on top of the world, on top of the world, I’m, i’m on top of the world now, now I’m on top of the world
Go to sleep at night on top of the world, on top of the world, I’m, i’m on top of the world now, now I’m on top of the world

Like I’m on a treadmill see I don’t know where I’m running too, but i’m guessing i’ma find out, when I hear hut one and two, i’ll be running me a fine route, ah, you can hear it first, listen to these words, I’m never gonna quit see I don’t give a shit how long that it takes i will leave it up to fate cus i’m back and i’m packing a backpack, for the track and with back tracking i’m passed that, it’s a fact you can snapchat me i’ll snap back, like a hat, got my cap backwards and sagged pant when i rap so i’m hard to miss, not even in my prime but i’m an optimist, so i’m never giving up know i’m never letting up, cardiologists know i got the heart for this,

Wake up in the morning on top of the world, on top of the world, I’m, i’m on top of the world now, now I’m on top of the world
Go to sleep at night on top of the world, on top of the world, I’m, i’m on top of the world now, now I’m on top of the world x2

took a little break but i’m back and i’m anxious, raps packing the answers, come clash with the antlers, ha i dare you too, come fit your feet in my pair of shoes, grab a parachute, for falling from a height as you say your really high while your feeling fairly fly i’ll embarrass you, cus you couldn’t walk a (foot) with your feet in my nikes, from me to (metre) you i’ll admit it isn’t likely, giving this my all (mile) wanna pass it’s a tight squeeze, speeding for the lead plug it in to a mic please, then i’ll storm the stage, perform for days till I get my point across, here’s a heads up this isn’t just tail of luck there’s no coin to toss.

Wake up in the morning on top of the world, on top of the world, I’m, i’m on top of the world now, now I’m on top of the world
Go to sleep at night on top of the world, on top of the world, I’m, i’m on top of the world now, now I’m on top of the world
Track Name: 8 Mile Road
It’s alright, it’s okay, I’m gon make it away..

Grew up on the main road, sometimes I would hate home, like many other kids on my head there’s no halo, in bed I would make poems, thinking they’re great songs, knowing what was coming out the pen it was napalm, and when the next day comes, if bad I could stay calm, by jotting down my thoughts on a page I’m away from, the bullshit in my life any problem I’m facing, I can just shut it my home of Foxton’s erasing, and all these options awaken I can open my eyes, my emotions are tired, no longer broken inside, instead I could find a way to express hurt, a way to connect words, it’s just how my head works, and I really I know, there is nowhere to go, I don’t do it for fame look I’m not tryna blow, I’m in limbo like a circle on my hands and my feet, I do it it’s fluent just like a language you speak.

I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters in my two hands
While I’m writing these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mother I’ve grown, I must travel alone
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

Whatevers going on, look it helps me write a song, doesn’t matter right or wrong, cus I’m rapping mic is on, and the kinda vibe you get, is defined by where I’m at, the way my mind is set, when I decide that I’ma rap, if I feel above the world, I could say I love my girl, if I’m walking with these weights that I’m finding tough to curl, I will tell it to you straight, I won’t tell it to your face, I will spell it on a page, or express it on a stage, listen up it’s my escape, when I start to feel estranged, when the pain is like a stain, when I start to feel insane, when I keep it all locked up the combination to the safe, is the lyrics in my brain, if your calling kurt kobain, you think to do the same, get this music in your veins, don’t chose it for the fame, I abuse it when I’m stuck, helps to get me out a rut, it’s that little bit of luck, that is needed to look up when I’m fucked, it’s what they know me for, look it’s been my only door, it can leave you open jawed, when you hear me don’t ignore, put your speakers to the blast pay attention to my lyrics, know that everything I’m saying is my life and how I live it, spirit of tupac the soul I stole from em, so when shit hits the fan it’s like here we go again, catch me reaching for the pen that’s it I’m going in, put my life on the mic now let the show begin

I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters in my two hands
While I’m writing these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mother I’ve grown, I must travel alone
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Track Name: Vamonos
Here’s a new post thought it’s time I deliver it, yes I’m a male and my rhymes are deliberate, have the mind of a bitter kid, killing all these beats but I’m pleading innocent, fiasco when you rap when you open up your trap think your tripping on a shoe lace, me I drop a song and I know it won’t be long til they have it on a loop ay (LUPE), on your neck there is two chains, on mine is a greenstone, home is where your heart is if I make it as an artist then I’m guessing that’s my dream home, I do this as a pass time sorry if my last line was a little complex, listen to the mainstream if you wanna song with the same simple concept, it’s time that I confess, think hip hop is falling out of context, bitches, check, riches, check, drugs yes, that is the contest, what a joke, on and on and on it goes, have you falling dominoes, wanna go then vamonos.
Track Name: Let 'Em Have It (Prod. by Starsky)
I let ‘em have it like I’m generous, my nemesis, is only competition while I’m playing sega genesis, I’m sonic and they tail me fuck off with your partnership, I have them sketching out like they’re artistic, what they say is cornier than maze before you harvest it, I’ll ask them this, I know they’re gonna stutter when they answer it, wanna track with dilz? then I pull a nah right afterwards, I’m married to the game if we divorce she’s taking half of it, I’m marvellous and your just marvin gay, I’m sonning all these rappers shout me out on fathers day, I’m walking down this road with my back to the game, just call me 40 glocc as we’re acting the same, huh, I’m brain storming as I write these lines, the rain is coming down, the thunder’s loud and then the lightening strikes, the lightings right, the bulb is glowing now it’s radiant, my cranium is swelling they’ll compare me to an alien, I have to let it out what your seeing is the end result, coming from the heart, inside my mind and within my soul, you never know, what your gonna get word to forest gump, I’m always speaking french fuck fuck fuck, like a foreign cunt, I’m fluent son, giving extra like I’m chewing gum, what’s your favourite song? it’s impossible just choosing one, every song is hot like I put ‘em in furnace first, coming with that hard shit ensuring mine’s the firmest turd, rap is all changed and it’s not for the better, you has become the less thought about letter, they’re corrupting your minds just to get them some cheddar, I’m hungry for fame but with this shit I’m fed up, when I was younger it was popping an olly, now hannah montana is even popping the mollys, it’s obvious they just wanna buzz like a coffee hit, it’s evident, they’re as innocent as bill cosby is, my shit is fire like a spastic pyromaniac arsonist with a matchstick, deciding to the set the world trade ablaze just for practice, it’s hotter than 4 suns sucked into a black hole as dark as a trapped soul, I’m hungry I swallow the track whole, my trachea is now accustomed to the portion I’ve been eating other rappers like a candy bar’s packaging, it’s awesome, I’m passively practising in my bed room, actually rapping with subject matter to bring the best tunes, for you, as everything I do is free, every time I use a beat, it’s a treat to you from me, they don’t want me in the game they’re scared but I refuse to leave.
Track Name: No Support *Bonus Track*
See I’ve got a couple followers, some of them even foreigners, foxton is my hometown but they don’t rock to this, really I got lucky and song of mine got popular, I’m far from being big I can’t see it with binoculars, I’ve built my support from the ground up, say I have a fan base to sound tough, my parents and my girl are the only ones that show love, did a live gig they’re the only ones that showed up, that’s my expectations, luck has past it’s expiration, thought I’d be bigger by now what an estimation, waiting for an explantation, as to why support is short, this sorta sport to score a point, sure you need the exploration, venture in to autotune slurring words with all the goons, wow with an exclamation, that’s the path I outta choose, those with the lyrics that prove they have an education, left on the back burner, like Timmy Tuner

Walking down the street, they don’t follow me, and I’m not famous yet, but I’m bout to be, I promise you will see, me on MTV, pulling fingers to my town, for not supporting me

If I was to die, I guarantee you that they’ll lie, say that them and all their friends sang along to all my lines, respect me for my rhymes and appreciate the grind, but truth is, they could never find the time, what’s up with that, every time I bust a rap, they seem to sweep it under mats, then I make another track and guess what? it suffers the same fate as that, they will keep on turning backs I guess I gotta face the facts, don’t say that your a fan until you name a song I’ve made, don’t call yourself a mate if you can’t help me through this maze I’m amazed, at the bullshit that they pull it’s got me heated bro, it’s like I’ve bought a car but support is now they key to go, my talent will remain in park even though I have the drive, I’m standing on the edge to get attention do I have to dive? do i have to die or get hurt to be heard? shoot my self in the mouth for you to listen to a verse?

Walking down the street, they don’t follow me, and I’m not famous yet, but I’m bout to be, I promise you will see, me on MTV, pulling fingers to my town, for not supporting me
Track Name: Tech N9ne - PTSD (Feat. Krizz Kaliko & Dilz) *Bonus Track*
Lately I’ve been lost finding my way out of an endless maze, haven’t talked to a friend in days, I wouldn’t want too anyways, leave me separated, decimated my inner self, I’ve estimated, the bed I’m making now is in a cell, locked inside this vault trapped with my dark thoughts, I’m walking with a target on my back like a dart board, my mask falls exposing my past wars, scarred, poor, fast forward I’m stuck in the same place, looking in the mirror staring back at the same face, struggled for this food what’s the point if I say grace, my safe place is dangerous none of this kayfabe, the mind frame I’m in let me tell you it ain’t great, embraced hate, scared with a brave face, a fake smile but I’m empty I vacate, the premises, you can tell that I’m dormant now, post traumatic stress, a walking shell of my former self