Dropping my second tune right about now! prod, beats and lyrics are all original

Something Yummy

Dot Dot Dot

I wrote this song when I had a fever, and recorded it with a cold.

Fishes

Byebye (re-upload)

Baby (re-upload)

Baby re-done with no sampled music, and a whole new vibe...

ONE TAKE

trimming sails sharpening nails
friends saying get three coffins ready before they bail
it’s all a flail or a means to the mula
don’t matter how much you do for her just stay in your romour 
I check my back for stab wounds on the regular 
I thought I was persumed doomed by the wrestling questioner 
paused resumed, consumed by perfume 
caused by sound like a sonic boom
why you look stunned, the mr is friendly
wait till he turns into a worthy enemy pretend to be
selfmedicated rum ice melted
till the morning backhanded acting all candid
with a leaver itching his trigger finger
bullet holes in in your back pain lingers
it’s all tomfoolery, smoked like hickory
tripping acting all hippie yippie dip me 
essentially feeling zippy giddy pretty twitchy
no biggie in the city - i’m witty shes’ with me 
Bigots trigger us when they cuss away trust
and bust the dust over the cuffed hushed  crushed 
and canned I don’t know if I can so I ran 
over the hills to the studio and I was like there you go
my pen and my drum pad some crumbs in an old pan
chewer some gum and the killer of humdrum
my personal income is none of your business 
so don’t even risk it cuz I can get vicious
my wisdom a vision of people in my area 
they’re listening to the stereo and everytyme they
pour a glass man dunk it chug the flask fast puppet
throw a fake fit take a real hit misfit  
Missed it drop kick turn the music up louder
I need to say somethingpass it under the counter 
His face glow bold he hold the dough cold 
he sold his soul for rolls gold and told
tip toe the snow blows ammo reload
coco did a combo on the banjo lying
a young man crying a old man rhyming
lightening fast silence awefully bad timing
I’m stuck on this island smiling in the quiet
diving for the diamonds climbing the mountains
new ink on my left arm nah I ain’t got less smart
just had to pcik myself apart flow hard
from the heart like a tinkerer and everytime I sink under 
ink colors talk to her clad in fur connosour 
it’s all a blur when yo got your eyelids closed
dozing off like I was a ghost superimposed

Alter Ego (Rising Tempo)

Wanted to take a step back and focus on my writing.

Darn Kings (Acapella)

Orris Root 4

Stockholm based art student, photographer and aspiring poet/rapper.
I'm teaching myself the art of mastering etc, so the quality of music will vary.

JARL

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