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Music


Music is my life but there's no genre to that I spit rhymes and send vibes but i get no payment for that People view my music differently because I am not black But at the end of the day i brush em' off and kill all my raps My mind is weapon and I shoot to kill Matters not the color of your skin when you have skill
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ruiz1orlando

I'm Orlando my rap name is Land'n and I speak through my music I am trying to expand my vocab everyday.

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