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How do I make music?
Huh, that's an interesting question
How do I write such good lyrics?
Don't even get me started

How do I produce it?
Mix

dope and see I got a habit for this shit
Baggage full of chips dippin where the waves be baby
You bad as hell lady and I'm hades baby 
Let's spend these

when the kids cause disruption so
Come one come all, witness the infamy
This the type of life I wouldn't wish on my enemy
Come up with solutions, don't

'm booming down Highland
They was chatting, now they are all silent
Shooting for the sky like I ball wit high rims
Bread coming in without scuffing my Timbs

Galactic thinking my mind is out of this world
I bring it down to the ground but in orbit it swirls
Hurled at different thoughts
My world is put

be born
I think of you
Of the equilibrium we found
Of the equilibrium we lost
By splitting
There is no comparison
To the way we used to mix 
risk

the layers
Gloves on no handouts I don't do favors
If the grass really greener then I'm bumping the neighbour
Acrobatic when I'm flipping on pages
Built

out, for you
I'm tryna be near it, look
As I grind to the top
No tic-toc
You've stayed by my side
When I get lost
So when I pop
I guarantee that your

people are able to see, read or hear, they're like- snap that's me
Hectic I'm not alone
Uhm, uhm, uhm
Yo

Yo (Tjo)
Too passive, I move when I say so, yo

to 5 at Amazon
Drop like a rack or two, baby that's nothing
When picking up, Imma cop by the dozen
Fuck who you loving, in love with the money
I

into chicks with
Big tit's mouth-first
I’ve been looking down shirts
Since I was young prince of the drunk
Swimming in drums of cinnamon rum (Woohoo)

Money

Elin Lanto

Rix FM Festival 2007

2007

the greenery 
 You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! 
 When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin flight 
 It's gon' rain

nineteen fifty-eight
They say I am a stupid count
I have a sucking force
At least that's what he thinks they say
He could be wrong of course

"Landlord, mix

the music shit but now they into views and clicks 
I still love it when a rapper gotta meaning 
In the words that they speaking to they fellow human beings

down the toilet, and that was all she wrote
I carved her name on an oak tree, wrote her number in a bathroom stall
The tree was taken by a hurricane; I

countless tales left to tell
We'll make it through somehow
We always do
When the chips are down
I'll buy you the next round
On the other side
Found a new way

You are destined for greatness
Imma say it again
You are destined for greatness
Period
Everyday I watch the sunrise
Some guys take it for granted
But

AR
Free Pazzio, Free Black
Miles I see you
Travis what up
We winning baby
I spent my whole life at the bottom
Now I'm aiming right for the top
I got

check it out, let's do it
I just been high off some edibles
I'm gonna cook up a beat like I'm in my class and we mix up the chemicals
See this shit is

music ain't art and the other half is retarded
I'm getting dumber by the day I keep on hearing this garbage
It's kind'a hard to look out and see all these

doctor altruist
House hippopotamus hippocampus hypnotist
Step to the tables cut a diamond when I flick my wrist

I steer my soul with a wheel of steel

identity summed up in ID 2020
You take the chip implant cause "I need money honey!"
We're approaching where humans are
No more folk, just folklore, human

hit's and vodka sips
They got sick of topics like the apocalypse
So I start to mix lots
Of shit suggested by outsiders
Who should get off on the
Open

I'll never be like you, but I don't want to
I wanna grab you by your chains, turn down your picture saturation
I know that you can change, so what's your