The fourteenth spawned a toddler who would lack relief and bond with the hard knocks, knuckles always weak unless I was sparring with grief, my vision matched that of a cyclops/ Beaming straight at red, the blood of my demons cuddled with my ambition, now I’m always on edge like a high top/ Fade with the renegades, my chapters were on a different page, my life lacked a lantern but the light from the sun blocked/ A black son having no compassion seems to be the common fashion, guess I had exquisite craft tailored by frail fingers on the edge of collapsing/
I made it out the darkness, I ain't going back. My mojo's so dope, but I admit the dope had pulled me back. Don't want no open casket, if I overdose, no cap. Sometimes I wish my father woulda had a trojan strapped, so that my mother wouldn't know this pain and lack of hope attached-My brain is like the hardest zone in sonic with no codes to crack. My knuckles hurt from punching dry wall- lost so many aunts and uncles wish I could erase what came through eye balls, Was so hard on my Ex, her death inside feels like it's my fault. My boy who killed his dad, I could of stopped it all if I called. The docs or cops to come evaluate his mind to find faults. 'cause he was talking crazy, I just figured drugs were why all of these satanistic sayings he kept sayings were from lies taught, on the Internet 'cause he was into that, mixed with the high caught, from that acid he was dropping, with his brother back in Boston. I swear people are blaming me like "Yeah, Maxx could of stopped 'em.." Like he ever thought to mention what he planned to me and plotted? Don't you think I wish I would have a stronger intuition, he was acting odd I honestly was trying hard to ditch 'em. He thought I was mason, on some operative mission, could not convince him otherwise, his mind was fogged up with fiction, no, I'm not kiddin' or exaggerating parts of what's spittin', a tragic picture painted of how drugs stirred darkness within him, good kid to villain. I knew him, never once would you think of him as the type to plot a murder of his father to kill him-I ask the Lord why do those close to me seem all just so distant? Do I enable it? I prayed one day Id finally get away from it, I met this girl I wanna make my lady-have a baby with. But she keeps slipping with the fentanyl-a slave to it, and in my effort to get closer to her-took a taste of it. I watched her laying stiff and hit her with the narcain. And beg the lord to save her from herself and heal the scars stained. I wanna marry her-im working hard to dissolve are pain.. I'm not a saint-far from it just tryina be content, Have a family of my own, and find some decent rent. Thats why im always chasing wages and decreasing debt, so i can be the man she believed was in me when we had met-I'm choosing life I'm sick and tired of seeing death...
Ssssaaaaaaa Aparezco y esto despliego Con mi alma mentes riego (Totalmente) Fuera de riesgo como era de viejo lo vi en el reflejo q me reflejó de lejos rompi el espejo veo mi interno Eso me internó Me curo con mi voz diciendome q puedo Ya no miro el cielo lo tengo de suelo alivio el peso y en el laberinto no me pierdo pasillo de lamentos me abro otro hueco salgo ileso Desconcentrado de hasta lo q pienso Enfocado en eso Una mentira hasta los huesos Ves lo q no muestro? Soy el opuesto canto si amanezco santo la pego si aparezco muerto y me lo remarco pero no me mato Canto si amanezco santo Salto alivio el peso y suelto Vuelvo contento bajo el anonimato Esa pared revela un garabato Esa cru son todos unos cara e gatos No pienso ser un lava platos Esto me llena tengo para rato
Intro: back in bag, promise this won’t be my last, I come to conquer build a kingdom, man I hope it do last, in these 6 walls i feel trapped in a never ending cycle, my head spinning like a Fairis wheel, trying contemplate if heavens real if it is I pray to god I’m doing right when the devil tries to come and kill, I’m running to that hill, no jcole but this world cold like the ville and for my sins I don’t have an appeal no excuses along with the rest all I can do is thank god I’m blessed, pressure rising bursting my chest so much to say to my mic I gotta address like were my location lay this to rest all my trouble and I’ll confusion f#ck around trying to find what’s the cause to this silly illusion
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That cover hard af
Alfredo for sure... that a alchemist type beat. 💯
This beat insane bro, love writin to it
You officially can see sounds bro👏
You're sublime with these samples 👊🏽
THIS THE ONE
Pressure 🔥
ok bro people comment cringe on type beats 24/7 but this is the best beat i’ve heard on youtube
Nice work bro 🎉🎉🎉
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Insane sample work bro!🔥🔥🔥🔥
Este sample tambien lo uso LouFresco, Marc Ginale en "CLOACA"
The fourteenth spawned a toddler who would lack relief and bond with the hard knocks, knuckles always weak unless I was sparring with grief, my vision matched that of a cyclops/ Beaming straight at red, the blood of my demons cuddled with my ambition, now I’m always on edge like a high top/ Fade with the renegades, my chapters were on a different page, my life lacked a lantern but the light from the sun blocked/ A black son having no compassion seems to be the common fashion, guess I had exquisite craft tailored by frail fingers on the edge of collapsing/
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can i buy this?
I made it out the darkness, I ain't going back.
My mojo's so dope, but I admit the dope had pulled me back.
Don't want no open casket, if I overdose, no cap.
Sometimes I wish my father woulda had a trojan strapped, so that my mother wouldn't know this pain and lack of hope attached-My brain is like the hardest zone in sonic with no codes to crack.
My knuckles hurt from punching dry wall- lost so many aunts and uncles wish I could erase what came through eye balls,
Was so hard on my Ex, her death inside feels like it's my fault.
My boy who killed his dad, I could of stopped it all if I called.
The docs or cops to come evaluate his mind to find faults.
'cause he was talking crazy, I just figured drugs were why all of these satanistic sayings he kept sayings were from lies taught, on the Internet 'cause he was into that, mixed with the high caught, from that acid he was dropping, with his brother back in Boston.
I swear people are blaming me like "Yeah, Maxx could of stopped 'em.."
Like he ever thought to mention what he planned to me and plotted?
Don't you think I wish I would have a stronger intuition, he was acting odd I honestly was trying hard to ditch 'em.
He thought I was mason, on some operative mission, could not convince him otherwise, his mind was fogged up with fiction, no, I'm not kiddin' or exaggerating parts of what's spittin', a tragic picture painted of how drugs stirred darkness within him, good kid to villain.
I knew him, never once would you think of him as the type to plot a murder of his father to kill him-I ask the Lord why do those close to me seem all just so distant? Do I enable it?
I prayed one day Id finally get away from it, I met this girl I wanna make my lady-have a baby with.
But she keeps slipping with the fentanyl-a slave to it, and in my effort to get closer to her-took a taste of it.
I watched her laying stiff and hit her with the narcain.
And beg the lord to save her from herself and heal the scars stained.
I wanna marry her-im working hard to dissolve are pain..
I'm not a saint-far from it just tryina be content,
Have a family of my own, and find some decent rent.
Thats why im always chasing wages and decreasing debt, so i can be the man she believed was in me when we had met-I'm choosing life I'm sick and tired of seeing death...
This is dope!
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fire af bro record that shit
Is the sample cleared??
hermano! este sample es de CLOACA' Marc Ginale
i need this wheeeeeew that bass stupid
i paid on beat stars i still havent got the down load 15 hrs later sup wit it i need stems thats goning on my mix tape
S I C K!!!!
sample?
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I recorded to this I forgot it was your beat and couldn’t remember where it came from
So I never posted it 🤣
Ssssaaaaaaa
Aparezco y esto despliego
Con mi alma mentes riego
(Totalmente) Fuera de riesgo como era de viejo lo vi en el reflejo q me reflejó de lejos rompi el espejo veo mi interno
Eso me internó
Me curo con mi voz diciendome q puedo
Ya no miro el cielo lo tengo de suelo alivio el peso y en el laberinto no me pierdo pasillo de lamentos me abro otro hueco salgo ileso
Desconcentrado de hasta lo q pienso
Enfocado en eso
Una mentira hasta los huesos
Ves lo q no muestro?
Soy el opuesto canto si amanezco santo la pego si aparezco muerto y me lo remarco pero no me mato
Canto si amanezco santo
Salto alivio el peso y suelto
Vuelvo contento bajo el anonimato
Esa pared revela un garabato
Esa cru son todos unos cara e gatos
No pienso ser un lava platos
Esto me llena tengo para rato
Intro: back in bag, promise this won’t be my last, I come to conquer build a kingdom, man I hope it do last, in these 6 walls i feel trapped in a never ending cycle, my head spinning like a Fairis wheel, trying contemplate if heavens real if it is I pray to god I’m doing right when the devil tries to come and kill, I’m running to that hill, no jcole but this world cold like the ville and for my sins I don’t have an appeal no excuses along with the rest all I can do is thank god I’m blessed, pressure rising bursting my chest so much to say to my mic I gotta address like were my location lay this to rest all my trouble and I’ll confusion f#ck around trying to find what’s the cause to this silly illusion