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Listen up I got a story to tell
cbout a man who changed the world by changing himself
Into Black praising, Fact saying, Track slaying teacher
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one who works hard
Playa please
Different leagues of depth in industry waters
While you learned to speak
They learned to mix the master
Master mixing

Hook
Okay
I'm tryna hold my own by they won't leave me alone
I percocet the pain just so that I feel at home
Don't tell me how you feeling cause all

Check me out 415 on your mind one time 
Yea

I produce and i rap even mix my own stuff dude
Call me russ two if you don't like me then fuck you
I

Make that love last
I know you are what I'm gifted
Roll that dope fast
She listen when I mix it
Murder in the track
This time round' it's different
Make

Record
Mix and master
Distribute and promote your own music all in one
We out

a ticking time bomb never will I rhyme wrong I got this on lock bitch
Every time I sign on never will I lie on a track going after the profit

It's a mix

'm sticking by survivor's guilt
I'm getting it off of words
Word
Come on Herb
You Got to do better I got to do better I got to
Got to do better I got to do

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Ihr Möchtegern Männer macht doch garnix
Du bist ganz in Ordnung, Junge, wenn du grad nicht da bist
Bring am Mikro brisantere Tracks - Carlito Brigante

Uh yea uh 
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me

Finish making the beat, then I write the rap
Then I record, mix, master and hype the track
But on a real I hesitate to hype it, say I like it, I

raps
Mix it in then I master tracks
Run it up then ill get the plaque
Then ill get the racks
Picking family up, put them on the back
We can make it out,

and shit
Now they wanna fuck with me
Cause I'm the realist in this bitch
I don't got problems with no one
It's all love in the mix
It's E.Z. on the track

those necks little bitch
Til I leave em all dead
With a scene Slit6
Aye
Back when my homies were just laughin' on the track
I cut em off for a minute

sent to the moon
Fuck all that talking, just do it, resume
Never mix blood, go from red to maroon
Been a real one since I came out the womb
If she not in

wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up

Rakeb Beats yeah he got it for the low
Burberry luggage when I'm packin' for the road
All night studio I'm trappin' for the dough
Cook a dope track

Hard Truth Soldiers

Public Enemy

Rebirth of a Nation

2006

Motherfucker, thought you knew the people ready for war 

So before I begin, let's commit to rhyme
Keep the women in the mix and do it one more time
And that

became by us
The situation requires the almighty formula
So I'm mixing numbers with letters now it's looking like algebra
Do the maths I got the masters

mix my best
Through tracks and buses
It took me 5 steps
To actually cusp it
Why rest?
If I make a racket, well fuck it... it Sets Me Free

I feel like

For my one true
Our run's our rhyme
For my
One true
Our run's our rhyme

I went from construction Timbs, to AC's with rims
Flippin' mix tapes,

if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,

Shell in the trap now
This not techno
I might
I'ma bless you night rider
All in your retro kick master
Got a blaster in his back bull
Freezing

guess it's a trade-off of making the best shit

My preference is wait 'til I master this balancing act
Like I mix, and I master the track
And you think I