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Rasti (from the German verb rasten, 'to secure, to place firmly, to lock into its place') is a construction toy made from plastic—similar to Lego, Tente and Mis Ladrillos—that was produced by the Knittax company in Argentina during the 1960s and 1970s. In 2007, manufacturing began again. more »

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They don't know bars
Don't know flows but it's fine
I had to start at the back of the line
I'm not a star that you look at that shines
I just make art that I like I'm just a guy
My numbers came back I was disappointed
I didn't get what I asked I destroyed it
I don't know what they want
They don't tell me
This pick and stop that I drop is overwhelming
Took my L to the bricks
Threw it into the well
I've just been scanning and scanning
I'm going into a panic
I can't undo all the damage
I'm going manic and panting
They never talk to my eyes
They only post it online
Say I should probably die
I never top what is mine
Tell tell tell me that I changed
Of course I did that's what I do
Don't help help me stay
When you compare me like its absolute truth
Well well you shouldn't stay
Do you remember Call of Duty
Of course I do
Wait
Well I got nothing to lose
Let me do what I choose
Little dummy no clue
Why I move what I move
I'm not perfect but truth to the surface
Makes you look like you don't like you
You're an absolute douche
Like whoa slow it down boy
Whoa holy cow boy
I bet you made no sense
Well check it back
Check it back
My flows are just like Geico
Kinda funny but you'll prolly never buy tho
Prolly never write home
You should bump it in the ride bro
I don't wanna die no
But all this music makes me cry oh
Boohoo hip-hop
The only way to get people's attention
Is if you tell them
That there's some type of en
That they can seize
That makes their life more of a breeze
Ninety four percent of people only care about there things
And ninety nine percent of people
Don't know all they need is peace
Well don't come to me when your life is crashing to the floor
Don't pretend that I am awful
You're the guy that broke my door
Now that you say it
I just realized I was happier before
You came onto my page to bash my face
When I was only four
I'm only two
This industry is still new
And it's a lot to chew
I have a lot to do
You don't know me no no no no no
You don't know me stop it bro bro bro
I think the reason my decline is happening is
I left Midview
Went to school with all my fans
So maybe that has been the issue
Maybe my fans never tell me if
What I'm making is underwhelming
Everybody nods there head
So then my vision overwhelms me
I think I am great
My head inflates
And then it burns back to the stage
Back to my curse before my age
Back to trying different things
Then quality is disengaged
And then it's quantity they hate
Okay it's time for me to bake
It's kind funny
I'm running for money
My money is running from me
And it's something to see
I don't know what I'll be
Twenty years ain't the dream
I'm slave they've been shoving
Inside of the drain
I been looking for Shane
He's a kid that I hate
That's a joke he is great
Met him back in first grade
Anyways back to being a slave
Ain't it funny they hate me
And trap me inside of a cage
Give me minimum wage
Can't afford anything
All I adore is a ring
All I want is that thing
I import the snare king
You report the same means
You shouldn't try to slay me
Unless you really hate me
My flows are just like Geico
Kinda funny but you'll prolly' never buy tho
Prolly' never write home
You should bump it in the ride bro
I don't wanna die no
But all this music makes me cry oh
Boohoo hip-hop

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