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not even Sunday no I can't fix her
And she making up lies, won't diss her
Mix it up and develop like a mixer
Now I sip on Wock' like the trickster
Pour

greater
Clown your ass down to hell so fast you're bound to leave a crater
Your Riddle Box don't even feature a question mark
No mystery about it, your

become her mixer

You're different I know that you found it
The version of you that she's proud with
You know that you're better then this girl
So runaway

INTRO
 
YEER
Mixer Here You Know What It Is
We Bout To Drop One….. On Em
Yeah 
They Ain’t Ready… We Ready
Adrian… Got… Slaps 
Mixer Wid Da Sauce Ye…

in this life
No percussions from the drums no guitar strums
No harmonic hums no more mic nothin to be sung
The musics over and it ends on a sad note

(Wake up Flthy)
Yeah, yeah
I'm in the mixer, I be in the mix

I'm in the mixer, I be in the mix
Risk my life but that's all for safety
I'm with

of liquor
Elixir mixed with a mixer like a soda pop
Speaking of mixer, it's gon' be a quicker fixer
When I empty out this pistol, imagine that, let that go

can’t nobody come take mine 
Mataka I 
I live with my vices 
I don’t want nobody advice 
No mixer just ice.

I spend all my nights 
Lookin at the stars

Yo
Zeffy
Ayyy

Sippin' on mali straight no mixer
Smokin' on cali the weed taste richer
Got me gassed enough to say
Yo babes set me the rixier
I ain't

Hmmm
Imma drink the Henny straight, I don't need no mixer
This the life of a rockstar, yeah
Yeah
Imma drink the Henny straight, I don't need no mixer

might even say divine
Smoking on the chronic, sipping on the tonic
Hitting those harmonics, dropping the symphonics
I been on my phone even when I'm

Pristine logic
sinking in a morning love song
Twisted topics
linger when you’re gone
Skin harmonics
singing in a morning love song
Still your tropics

feelings were now gone
Because I was with someone then
Now I regret even dating him

We say it's strictly platonic
Because love isn't harmonic
But we write

understand

Had so many asking
Damn Gawd
How you switch up
The flow and the vocals
Like butter in the mixer
I'm not even famous
And your girl want a picture

Gmilly on the beat harmonic
Now I got some homies who wanna rock with me
All I wanna do smoke chronic
Too loud I can't hear em talk bout me
All

ten
Baby a dime
Need some cannabis
Need some kinda mixer
Me damage, me put the damage in there
A savage linked up with gyal from insta
I vanish pray

Rock the Casbah

Ill Harmonics

An Octave Above the Original

the Casbah
Emcees rock mikes, and we doin it well
So rock the rock the Casbah!

Dance floors get mobbed
When Ill Harmonics rock
From New York to Tokyo

such as cakes, pies, fruit, and even hot cocoa! Here is a recipe for making homemade whipped cream.

Ingredients:

one cup heavy cream.

half cup

Middle Man

B.o.B

Ether

2017

fuck what you sayin' to me?
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays
Backstabber on your resumé
Yee, yee, cappin' and you ain't even got your rent

You're vain, you're dumb, you're spoiled rotten
You're the carcass of a bluejay that the tomcat brought in
Can't even dress yourself or cook your

the cmerican dream
Basement party means a baseball mixer
These days seem to go by quicker
Moments pass and summers fade
But these are memories made

Hop in

Songsmith

Magellan

Impending Ascension

The songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve
Innovation his palette-the urge and the test
Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless-
Harmonic elements

Nique
What up baby
Uh
I'm so sorry
Baby
I said I'm sorry
Hah
Oh she drinkin a mixer that's her favorite elixir
She an energy shifter like the stick

bout a mixer
Waitin in the queue
Like I'm waiting for a funeral
All black attire
Attire, attire
Whatcha wanna do when I walk in the place
No face no case