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Artist: Carlos M
Artist's Description
The songs I write are meant to be sung in accordance with a soft beat; Along with a soft rap beat. A small put together amount of beats; That hit with the words just right. The words in the songs I write proves the style of the songs I write. The lyrics I write provide entertainment the whole time.

Genre(s): Hip-hop/Rap, General Rap, Southern Rap
Mood(s): Cool, Determined, Fast, Flowing, Full
Style(s): Future, Party, Psychedelic, Story
Language(s): English
Standard License:$350.00
BUY COPYRIGHT:$70,000.00

Green Pre-Letters

By Carlos M
I’m pullin out my back protection. An army of thugs. With an envelope full of cash in my pocket. The all black backpack on. With the top school looking zipper. I get the fattest greens. Money. Wins. I get greens. I get the flat crushed cash. I spoke. And the attention of everything. It went into a moment. I collided into. I never road down too many old town dusty roads. Smile.

- Put it up. I put a craving smile into rapping. I pass torches.
- Soak up the spirit. Put everything out.
- I’m riding on credit. I put 100 thousand on a new car dealership.
- I’m shipping off things for prices. I’m basically your whole neighborhood Santa rapped up into one.

Greens. I said I got greens. I’m the neighborhood Santa. Even if a present popped up. I put it to the trays. Crushin cushioned feeling. The good food. You Know what. I belter tailered. I belter tailered with it. That’s why they got named Taylor gang a long time ago.
Taylor gang this isn’t a diss towards you. But if I had to suggest. Might add. Your fxxxin awesome.
I flat bent steel. I crushed every look. Every angle. Of Taylor gang. Not man. Not!
I crushed every angle. Look.
Sized. Seized.

- Put it up. I put a craving smile in rapping. I pass torches.
- Soak up the spirit. Put everything out.
- I’m riding on credit. I put 100 thousand on a new car dealership.
- I’m shipping off things for prices. I’m basically your whole neighborhood Santa rapped up into one.

Me. I walk with chest. I’m speaking about the big movements. I put it to the haze cloud gold paint spirit floating gue feeling. I put eyes in blaze. Ken Griffey Jr. signed an autograph to me If I attempted to get one. I flat root the word of everything then I rap about it. Like this here. Trees.
Even dessert. I want desert. I would feel a feel. .50 cents at the dollar store. I flattened the scenes look. Trees. I make the scenes look. I moved a’lot of spirit air. I blew hot steam off from a pot. I got spoiled. I’m angry. Then I got provoked. And intelligently eventually *Artist name*.
I crushed you.

- Put it up. I put a smile in. You deserve. I pass torches.
- Soak up the spirit. Put everything out.
- I’m riding on credit. I put 100 thousand on a new car dealership.
- I’m shipping off things for prices. I’m basically your whole neighborhood Santa rapped up into one.

Speaking. Look. Diamonds. Diamonds everywhere. Gold. Gold. Gold reindeer's. Gold here.! Gold. Gold. Gold reindeer’s. Gold deer.! Gold. gold gold gold gold gold.
I put it to days… Too. I literally tipped 2 pieces off. Two pieces. I ripped 2 people. I move motions. I’m dying when it comes to muscle. I move a dive. Dancing. I pre-letteral kick it. I know pre-letters before I even speak about what I speak. Any words pre-letter. I’ll pre-letter you. You pre-conversation-ist. All you pre-conversations type people. All you pre-letter-ers. I salute you but your all dumb-asses compared to me. Because I’m the smartest person in the world.

- In the last note:
- Most importantly. I am moving money. I am making fxxxing money.
- In preve-lampt’s of previews of conversations. In the dark hole I took the shovel with me. Just placed. In the dark hole.
- I helped people out.
- I packed suitcase’s full.
- I was sending out responses to fans letters. To fans.

And. I like to rub that in. It in.?

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