Maya Arulpragasam: Bonafide hustler, making my name.
Justine Frischmann: They don’t believe it now; they just think it’s stupid.
Arulpragasam: And take your money.
Frischmann: Anything’s good enough.
Arulpragasam: Everyone’s a winner.
Frischmann: Roundabout and roundabout. Another heart.
Arulpragasam: Sticks and stones and weed and bombs.
Frischmann: Who wants a life, anyway?
Arulpragasam: Lethal poison.
Frischmann: Who would’ve cared?
Arulpragasam: Get high, like planes.
Frischmann: Riding on anything? Forget it. Anyone could have done.
Arulpragasam: I fly like paper.
Frischmann: I don’t understand how the last card is played.
Arulpragasam: Some I murder, some I let go.
Frischmann: They brought you down. The trade.
Arulpragasam: No one on the corner. If you wait. If you catch me at the border. Clocking that game.
Frischmann: There is the luck you crave.
Fly Grrrls
Elastica's "Connection" vs. M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes."
Forkus Jackson