Lyrics:
1
Let’s start easy – you call yourself a short king
That just calls for a roast by a tall queen
Cards on the able – I’m new to rap as well
But don’t you go solo, stick to your boy Noel
I’m looking down on you, you’re on your tippy toes
The only high views you get is on your videos
I’m looking down on you all the way from 5'11"
Or should I say: 177 cm

2
That’s right ... remember metric styles?
Before you moved south, about a thousand miles
I moved to Canada, I made the better choice
You left the coolest country, you left your real bros 
In Cowgary ... remember your roots? ... remember wearing sweaters?
Remember ROOTS sweaters? Fuck ... I’m sorry!

3
California living and dissing dogs eh?
That career’s surely going down the wrong way
You made cringe cool but gave up making apps
Your podcast ranks seven, but dude – is it frictionless?
When you quit programming and the fraternity
I was busy graduating with a PhD
Now you hang with Posty and rap really funny
I kept my day job and won’t ever rap for money

4
Your tiny meat meets big veggie energy
I’m talking English cucumbers, massive Zucchini
Japanese carrots, eggplants, the whole spread
Freshly served to you by this white German bread!


P.S.:
This is my first diss track, in which I’m defending Chili, the dog, and dissing Cody Ko, who started all this in the first place and asked everyone to use this awesome fat beat and run with it. So I jogged a little.
https://soundcloud.com/stupidassbeats/dog-diss-86bpm-eflatminor

Baby’s First Diss Track (Cody Ko Beat)

This is my first instrumental, produced on LMMS.

Like Hives (Instrumental)

Lyrics:
1
Hello everyone – I’m back from nowhere
Can I come in even if you don’t care?
I’ll introduce myself: I’m kinda like the new kid
Except I’m really an old lady on a YOLO trip
But regarding rap – I swear I–m brand new
Fuck my vows, you hear my wonky rhymes and know it’s true
At least I know that self-awareness is key
But until you kick me out I’ll just enjoy myself, weeeee!

Inner only child, young at heart
I’ve mastered solo play, turned it into art
Self-engrossed, deliciously conscious
I know what I like – and mostly that is newness
Nobody knows me here and I can be who I want
Nothing to lose makes a girl real confident
Excuse the self-invite – but I know them rules
Years on the outside looking in taught me more than school

Can I stay? Can I play?
With the cool kids, yeah with the cool kids
Can I stay? Can I play?
Pretty please, can I do this?
I like the atmosphere. I’m already here!
Can I stay? Can I play?
Write my own shit. Can I do this?

2
I’m not a latecomer – I’m a classic
Poke my head in and ask: What class is this?
Doesn’t matter, sounds like fun, I’m in!
I heard hip hop’s all about that in-clu-ding
Still gotta prove your skills, still gotta hone your rhymes
And like everywhere: don’t be an ass, just be nice
Let’s thrive on being kind, and being strangers
New beginnings have always been my major

Got no business in the rap game, doin’ it just for kicks
Will be a guest for good, if I’m a lucky bitch
Will take this shit as serious as homework
Studied songs for decades, listened to every word
Head buried lyrics, head boppin’ to beats
Swaying to the music while walking down the street
The street’s not where I'm from – but I can read the tracks
It's your rap house – and the door mat says: RESPECT!

3
Thanks for the open arms, thanks for the level up
This scene is where I wanna grow and learn what’s up
Keep my Nikes on as I’m really getting started
Maybe sometime soon, I’ll conquer what you guarded
A world where almost everything seems possible
In the form of dirty words and matchy matchy syllables
Many rappers tell of struggles and success
Some's real stories, some’s just to impress
But I get most hyped on my heroes having fun
Like: What a bop, have you heard this one?
Like: Music’s for everyone, a level playing field
Baby just be careful not to take off like plane field

Humble meets brag, but surely not a plain Jane
Peacock or Maverick – wanna know my name?
It’s not Missy, Nicki, Iggy – it’s ellmy
It’s not Kimmy, Foxy, Cardi – nope it’s ellmy
I’m not lil’ ellmy, big ellmy, or notorious
I’m medium-sized and I wanna make you curious
Open your minds and ears to catch my nom de guerre
Refresh your timeline – ellmy’s back from nowhere

P.S.: 
This is my lyrical take on Dendemann’s “BGSTRNG” instrumental. Du bist der beste, alte Pferdelunge!

Can I Play

Lyrics:
1 (ellmy)
You can find me in the office working 9 to 5
On the weekends I go party, that’s the regular life, right?
It’s a teen’s routine and a grown-up’s figure 8
But instead of crying crisis I still dance and meditate
Cos breaking out and introspection circle in a line
Reflecting backward, forward, center and deep inside
Life’s not reached the middle – I just found my core
Life’s not halfway over – I just open new doors
Looking round the world’s not as big as it used to be
Today small things count more than one, two, three
Put it all on the tab at least a million times
Get up, lay down again – that’s the daily grind
The key to crack the code is to crush the numbers
Forget the years or decades and live in the moment
Shit ... doesn’t that sound pretty average?
Girl I swear this endless spiral really seems to keep me fresh

Cut it in half, cut it in half again
Cut it in half, again and again
And it will never again – it’ll never end

2 (JJD)
Zu viel shit, zu viel Druck auf der Lunge. 
Fick mal den Drip, komm und gib dir‘n Ruck Junge!
Nur ein Sip, nur ein Schluck aus dem Jungbrunnen!
Dagobert Duck, das Leben verschlingt Unsummen!
Guck: drei Drinks Ruckzuck, kein Grund! 
Kein! 9 to 5, keine reife Leistung! 
Nur! Ein Song und prompt kommt ein Zeitsprung! 
Denn diese Zeit am Mic hält den Geist jung. 
Die Rhymes nice und heiss wie ne Heizung! 
Fühl meinen Vibe, meine scheiss Begeisterung. 
Kein! Schwein liest meine Lines in der Zeitung 
Nein, nicht ein kleiner Hype, aber sei’s drum!
Jack Junk Dean auf’m Track mit ellmy!
Best-age-rap from hell but tell me: 
Was wollt ihr tun wenn ihr alt seid?
Für mich ist nicht mal Halbzeit, ihr Fucker!

3 (ellmy)
Taking sips from the fountain of youth
It’s filled with hope, whiskey, bitters and an ounce of Vermouth
Swallow liquid oblivion, slow slug, sudden gulp
Lean back, feel my guts and forget how old
I really am having silent thoughts flap their wings so loud
Lean back, let this drink turn me inside out
Butterflies in my belly sure don’t come from this glass
Spirits escape, surround me, and my heart takes a bath
Liquor becomes air, breath becomes sound
I wanna bathe in the music, wash myself in notes
This song makes me long for a different now
But here I love myself, everything’s right somehow
The wings of possibility, just caged in aged reality
A promise for sure, for bigger, better and more
I’m cracked open, raw, and without a shell
It's been far too long that I slept on myself

P.S.:
This is lil’ ol’ me and my wonderful and very cool friend JJD rapping our words over Mac Miller’s “Good Evening” instrumental, in endless respect and admiration. These lyrics were 100% written with drinks in our hands: one in Germany, one in Canada. Prost, cheers!

ellmy feat. JJD - Halftime/Halbzeit (Mac Miller: "Good Evening" remix)

1
Our little piece of perfect world can’t break apart
It’s never been smooth it’s glued together from the start
We’re just some messed up kids
Who get each other’s shit
I watched you cheating and competing
Ruined relationships
You read me like a fortune cookie
But all you got for me is poetry
My life’s a lie and I know you’re right
And we both never left Atlantic City
Doesn’t matter if we’re east or west
Our big true love is doomed at best
We talked about it – smart adults
We kiss about it – dumb results

CHORUS
Everybody needs a happy place
Put your hands around my face
Kiss me more, second base
Say you love me, and stop the chase

2
You play the looong game – my heart is wide
I’ve always found a way to fit into your life
Screw the fucking, this is beyond sex
This is real ... immortal to the max
13 years since we met, baby
And now I finally get
What I’ve been wantin’ from you
It’s a lucky number I guess
Our 30s are the new 20s
But my teenage heart beats senseless
Two husbands and one wonderchild
Forever on the side, nothing’s on the line

CHORUS 
Everybody needs a happy place
Put your hands around my face
Kiss me more, second base
Say you love me, and stop the chase

Happy Place (Demo)

Back from nowhere.
New to the game.
90% ready.

ellmy

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