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Anna Wintour x Show Me Love (Azealia Banks x Robyn S.)

MUSCLE MIKE CAN'T PROTECT YA!

Fantasea II: The Second Wave (2014)
7/11/14

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1991 - EP

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Miss Amor

1991

Count Contessa

Moana Lisa

Lyrics:
I make these 
Niggas bark Bitch
I got these niggas on a leash
I make em bark bitch
If a nigga want smoke
Tell ‘em bring a kart bitch
Christmas tree
You the base
And im the star bitch
I be on my art shit
I make these
Niggas bark Bitch
I got these niggas on a leash
I make em bark bitch
If a nigga want smoke
Tell ‘em bring a kart bitch
Christmas tree
You the base
And I’m the star bitch
I be on my art shit
I make these niggas

Ride in on a beat
With a saddle to sit on
Ready to eat
Like I got me a bib on
I’m not wit the talkin
Fuck whatchu sayin
Let’s go to dinner
As long as you paying
Might feel on ya dick
Got my hand in ya pocket
Don’t think it’s sweet
I was grabbin for wallet
I put in the work
You make the deposit
Time really is money
Why not make a profit
I be up in a bag uh
I get to the guala
Never have to barrow
Cop me a foreign today uh
Delivered and parked in 
My driveway tomorrow
When I was younger
People told me that I look like Obama
Now that I’m older
Bitch I’m the bomb
Like them thangs on Osama

I make these 
Niggas bark Bitch
I got these niggas on a leash
I make em bark bitch
If a nigga want smoke
Tell ‘em bring a kart bitch
Christmas tree
You the base
And im the star bitch
I be on my art shit
I make these 
Niggas bark Bitch
I got these niggas on a leash
I make em bark bitch
If a nigga want smoke 
Tell ‘em bring a kart bitch
Christmas tree
You the base
And im the star bitch
I be on my art shit

Get at me
If you a gentlemen
Im a 5'8 glass of mocha
Wit a dash of feminine
Big throat on me
Spirit animal’s a pelican
Nigga said he big
I’mma need to see some evidence
Choke me up like cinnamon
The word is out that I’m the shit 
Hoes wanna be by my synonym
Ain’t with the Coi Leray shit
Lil bitch you can’t be my twinnem
I’m a slim and shady nigga
I be on my eminem
But I don’t hate women
And I’m covered inna Melanin 
Profoundly gifted
Sheldon cooper is my nickname
But niggas pretend that my music
Doesn’t fuckin Big Bang
I get streams from down under
New Zealand and Brisbane
I’m Mr. Worldwide
And that’s the reason they show disdain
Bitch I never miss
And niggas pissed that I got good aim
I should be rockin straights jacket
Cuz my flows is insane
We can go toe to toe
I’ll leave you Niggas in spain
Thats without the S of course
Bitch I’m fly like airports

I make these 
Niggas bark Bitch
I got these niggas on a leash
I make 'em bark bitch
If a nigga want smoke 
Tell ‘em bring a kart bitch
Christmas tree
You the base
And im the star bitch
I be on my art shit
I make these 
Niggas bark Bitch
I got these niggas on a leash
I make em bark bitch
If a nigga want smoke 
Tell ‘em bring a kart bitch
Christmas tree
You the base
And im the star bitch
I be on my art shit
I make these niggas

Art Sh!t

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love me not (slowed) - ravyn lenae

I waited until the night stopped moving.

There is a moment, just before the world exhales,
where everything hangs in a perfect, silent bruise.
That was the hour I chose.

I lit no candles.
I needed the dark to see me clearly.

The first sound was my own breath,
thin as a thread, cold as bone.
Then the pulse came —
not mine,
not the world’s —
something deeper, older,
dragging itself up from beneath the floor of my mind.

I didn’t resist.
I never do.

Ruin has a way of recognising its children.

The song rose inside me like a shadow forming teeth.
Slow, deliberate, hungry.
I let it carve the room open.
I let it carve me open.

And there it was —
that familiar truth,
the only one that never lies:

And I enjoy, I enjoy like the devil.
It feels so clean — no empathy.
It feels so right — no agony.

Some people fear the dark because they think it hides things.
I know better.
The dark shows everything —
every fracture,
every ghost,
every truth we bury in daylight.

Tonight I walked through all of them.

No fire.
No rage.
Just that quiet, perfect cruelty
that comes from knowing exactly who you are
when the last light dies.

This is not a performance.
Not a confession.
Just a record of the moment
I stopped pretending to be anything
but the shadow I was born to be.

— MINA, in the hour without mercy

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