i hate math but lets see what division does/ adolescents in my class popping prescription drugs/ my future clear but my vision fuzzed/ suburb habitat but surrounded by "crips" and "bloods"/ trying to avoid the crooked cuffs/
KineticTheKid yo just seen this comment No Sleep Supreme Originals sounds dope as fcuk we had a graf crew we just called NO SLEEP lol yo peep this mix is rough as shit but im working on a rerelease just looking for feed back if possible and no offence to JFacade Music soundcloud.com/vince-johnson-2/miz-guns-money-sex-n-drugs-mbars-comp
all these weak bars are killing me haha. learn to write and when you do, don't post it in the comments section of the instrumental.. grab a mic and kick it!
I LOVE SELLING COCAINE, gas cooker with the propane Enough hits of this shit you feel no pain Enough hits of this shit'll make your nose change No hair left in your nostrils, start sniffin rogaine It starts pure til we cut it with the arm & hammer And if you testin my supply nigga we armed with hammers Cock and blast ya, the shotty grab ya, we body snatchers Boy I got crazy bullets, my clips are all bananas But if you tryna do business then you can call my mans up Calmly hand you a bag of something you're prolly after I sell to grandma's and pregnant moms, it seems wrong Still my weed is Bruce Banner like cuz my green strong I been on, these fiends long, they need raw Having stranger dreams of glocks with laser beams on I keep on dropping as soon as the beat on I evolve into a creature, gimme something to feast on!
Let me tell you how my life at night employs I rolls with only niggaz who only roll with white boy And like toys, often it excites or frights when deployed It might leave a void in your midsection So move with discretion because where I'm from it's all just white noise The white flash came when your life became a white flag, The dealer depends on your life being like that, cuz that means the fiend will be right back, this is not a dream, you give a head a front and I'll kick you off the team, no time for rookies, only thing on my mind is cream, you keep the cookies, overlook me, as I count up the numbers kinda like a bookie, or however you chose it, the house never loses...
2016 here still listing to it in my ear unless it gets deleted or defeated out of here grandpops don't even have a new pioneer the Pluto or silence near to pinto or jam to the this ole floured color junto boom to the bass or pregnancy to ur juno I one the game I called uno not that other u no get this big banjo in her throat or a mango to her broke bilo soap to my body or hers but timeslow mo on fiber grow to a hyper vote or a piper smoke and liar notes in his pad but balloons pop or float in the air vencing my piercing it so it dont sting
All nite,..whippin buckets til my rez right// Harry with that blue lab wand, get ya feed right.// Wingardium Leviosa... with every toke.// Ash white as Gandalf.., I grow Wizard Smoke// I got MARIA getting loose, off that root juice// M.O.A.B, Atami, & a lil bit of Duece Duece// Nickel & Diamond, got my pockets on Bruce Bruce// The Money aint my reason why...its my excuse// So Money over Bitches...// & Vapor over Swisha's...// & if you real, like I real...Silence over Snitches...//
I see no flow and no game from showboats with no shame I light up propane tanks on no-shows till they show pain I give mo' flames to those who won't change, and YOLOs For those who know pain like old houses know old paint
puff puff pass, back in the past when i puffed puffed passed like a dutch to the left, rotation. but now im feelin like, this buoy, floatation devices ,my father pisces, my mother cancer a hunned grand son, i might get handed son handsome, cashin', who ever need a mansion dont ever ask me . ya see the fact is im average im in the box when i think, trouble clef i left classes, because i thought i had it. pad was bad i barely slept all night long today im always in a dream, tryna wake up. and i aint made up, none of this no cake face on this verse like hollywood nobody made up lives like hollywood im training.
Disc flows a muse Zen peace/ lyrical sheets/ make pencils screech reverend run streets/P-lease I'm popping I'm off the hinges My minds bleak from sinning wont bear a sheath I seize beginnings wrong turns til we write out I'm so induced in the feeling of being amazed/ I'm double u with more in proof that we lay m to waste plenty ways that I curb on em from making them plays to pack a pocket pistol we whipping the daze away/ steel got dreams of cream icing you cakes pussies n posers pursuing posters well I go postal like I'm supposed to/ while y'all niggas ain't even willing so how you winning when I'm a coach you you get it then theres ya ticket this first-class with an old school? hip-hop villain my villa cum width the most views/ know alarm snooze yo its cool you niggas lose I'm making moves with the cruise who would really see thru?
Dark as a jungle a million years before the sun Im in my mind, under a table hiding from kingdom come Black as the description of the ones no longer living Ill admit I aint happy with the hand ive been given So i put it on the youtube comments for yol to visit Come back in a year or two to relive it As I move my fingers over my beard, having a vision This is S.P spittin passed you like a sick pigeon
I recommend being careful who you trust... Cause even the devil was an angel once, Once in a lifetime opportunities have a tendency, Of excluding me, so I've been recruiting myself and I- I'm back on my L'urns county-don't give a flying fuck flow, Slow movements with exuberance is the way I'm 'bout to go, Otherwise they'll never know about the kid with Polo pockets, But Louis Vuitton dreams-and I've tried-but just can't stop it, But maybe just maybe, it was your fate, For my positive lyricism be filled with venom to fill your body- With hate...but hey every dog has his day, But I don't think that's long enough-I might just run away, And bring you back when I'm damn good and ready, So until then-strap in and enjoy the journey, I'ma be 1997-Laurens County 'til I die, May not be there now-but I'll keep the spirit alive.
I ain’t reppin for my city but I’m still trynna show the love, everybody walks with semis cause the reapers gotta thang for us. Lost some friends to penitentiaries trynna bang for bucks, lost some friends to beef from centuries that ain’t obtain to us. Everybody knows the system it ain’t made for us, everybody knows the business it is dangerous.
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson I started out as a baby face monster No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense Gem Star razor and a dinner plate Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak Nigga, I was crack in the school zone Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre If he rides he rides, Throwing punches in the room If he cries he cries, we don't drink away the pain When a nigga die we add a link to the chain Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh We playing on a higher game of chess Once you delegate his bills who's gone fuck his bitch the best? A million megapixels of the Pyrex Started on the scale digital, my only Timex Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it's honest Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red Blood on your diamonds til you dying, dead, yah! You better change what comes out your speaker You wanna see a dead body? Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime My little brother crying Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis Either that or my auntie was stealing it Hit the pipe and start feeling it Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that This was different, geez, Louise please help me relax Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in When I was ten Back when nine ounces have got you ten And nine times out of ten niggas don't pay attention And when there's tension in the air nines come with extensions My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips 1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be rich Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter" He said "son, how come you think you be my connect?" Said "pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect" He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense" Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick Your son dope, nigga Now reap what you sowed, nigga Please reap what you sowed, nigga I was born in '87, my grand daddy a legend Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession Let's get it They must be on the dick of who? They must be on the dick of who?
is this my career? I swore it was My statement; now these bad bitches, flock to occas-ion; sadly, no money to be give-nnn; mr. I know myself, is in the buildin; giving thanks, similar to pilgrim; for anyone who, chose to stand beside him; i'm the next new, mic carrier strivin'; lookin' for the best, in myself smilin'; I keep truth, sacred on my thousandth island; with the depth, just like the depth of the ocean; sometimes, deep gets to free flowin'; that's me there, oh shit, i'm drownin'...; in the pussie, ripe, wet and gushy;
Fake ppl wouldn't last a day in the place I was raised. Mom raised a soldier g.i. Joe to you cobras. Me and push write rhymes that change the climate and gravitational pull. Flow is unmatched my music is superb. I'm more than just the master of ceremony. Excellent vocabulary as a kid I use to read the dictionary from a to z. These new rappers need to read more and party less. Ppl think that if they have more than you your worth less. That's dead wrong.
if I have cents I guess I can make sense; money ain't fucked me up, with what my brain gets; I get scarred, do another flow hard; thank God, I can do this shit a lot; with these rappers I bombard; burn em' like pot, at the spot; with the shades up; let them see, what a real man is made of; elevator, take me to my destination; let the mind wander, lucid accumulation; everything cool, with all these lights ravin'; mind spacin', left with an accommodation; for an arrangement, commas in a crowded basement;
Christ lord Jesus Cried in the evening Collided with my flesh while I'm fighting these demons Combined with the stress does life have a meaning Crime that I left now the light that I'm seeking Climb up the steps of heaven not a felon Grind what is left in this life I need a reverant Shine with the rest can't define what's in my chest the truth I find when I rest in his presence no mores lines in the kitchen no more lieing to my listeners I feel fine when I listen can't look behind on a mission got the wisdom from the book when there's violence I ain't shook minus All the ls that I took i ain't negative all these rappers repetitive man I give all I got till my heart stops sedatives what U feel when I spill I'll writtens relatives in their feels kills souls when the hate fills devil feels fufiiled when I jerk off to these reels make me feel like I ain't real really had enough of lust act tough actor I still show love roll up with the boys they be smoking loud but we silent hear the roar of the lion but I'm covered in this armour of iron
Can I use this for a mashup, credited (A link to this video in the description)? I know it's not your song but it still takes work to recreate and/or isolate an instrumental so I wanted to make sure
Have you heard the tale? Of the boy that was put for sale, workin on the field for the master who's skin was pale, runnin from the people who wanna hang him by entrails. Livin life for just a single purpose, taught his mind was worthless, escaping the livin hell he was livin once he heard these verses. Grew up to lead the black community to forget what they inherited, the hate that was they knew was coming based on their roots and heritage.
criticism please trying to improve i just like to reminisce on the better days// getting robbed by the man fuck the credit rates// never crave, only fiend for a better state// kill ourselves over thoughts that our own people generate// crazy, maybe your business is your own// no forgiveness till your dome'd // stiffness in your bones, is viscous like a cobra, // tickets to the throne then you forget the ones that told ya, that been there all along// The soul screams what the tongue wont say// bet you'd put the pen and pad down if you werent getting paid, period// , at the end of each line but my beginning is serious// stay under the radar but attentions mysterious
Sicker than these actors tryna imitate, i levitate, disintegrate these rappers, now they askin for a different fate, Shit, on my dinner plates no innocence, so in a sense this aint a sin since my mission is given hell to satan, Im hella faded! Elevatin from hell to space, its a celebration when Mavericks at heavens gates, a rebel made it! I meddle an play with competitors or whatever you call um, they fallin like autum leaves, knaw what i mean? They gotta see, M-A-V-E-R-I-C-K.. Be a beast, slay the dragon, then wake from the dream face to face with me breathin fire an brimstone, I been broke, still broke, Willin to grill folk for meals so.. Step back as if a match got lit up in a methlab, expect wrath at levels never heard or thought of, bet mav can murder, maul or step past the burglars tryna set back my theivery, steal the game illegally, but cant do the time hoe, aint fuckin with the five-O, or snitch-nine either, How the fuck he still alive bro? I aint wishin evil neither, Its just got my mind blown! A nuke inside of my dome, Boom! Hows a guy so wack end up richer than me? Yeah im bitter, many better men have been as bitter, been a quitter? Never, nothing ever made me sicker to my stomach than the thought that I would quit, got a lotta problems, 99 problems, but im not a bitch! Got some shit for um in the written form, give um more than they can take an like I said before, disengage or you'll disintegrate away with your swords, guns, pens, pads, errythang! Give the game a wedding ring, we're married aye?
I’m finna catch a body, but I ain’t Owen heart/ my bruh a sharpshooter, he pickin foes apart/ the heart break kid, when I shoot you know it’s raw/ plus I always keep a little sunny on that titan tron/ but that’s been done before/ so I brought some new shit/ two arms, fire off the buckle with a movement/ the undertaker, got the bosses daughter on a crucifix/ I’m married to the h, like when stewie sayin cool whip/ I’m too sick/ like I’m married to the game/ hold on backtrack, flyest in this bitch like Lois lane/ y’all can see it, well I can feel it flowin through my veins/ if you 60 under 60 then just get up out my lane/
u wanna c a dead body/ dedicated to the bullet by a single shot of a shotty/ he tried to elope but his ghost was set free by the gun/ as he took his last breath, the bullet went thru his lungs
U are like a toy boy looking like a G-code I'm talking about beastmode get this gun boy it's reloaded all of y'all is nothin at least some body somethin
if theres a better building block then sellin crack get the kilos from pirates with there AR's in the back one eye covered up but the other is lookin at stacks you saty your shit fresh i dont see it suran wraped all i see is a couple storys from bamp camp you see where i live my cheese is in my trap see your family tree now make room for the leaves that reside on the corner my workers get busy on bees wax
I grow up in the hard streets of ville/never killed but my mother did/ she had a gun wrapped up in hid in the closet that was her deposit to niggas tryna fight us or decline us
Hard bars squad cars marked my far smart quad sparked, ass parked in the penitentiary, blast narks. Neva ask marks, just flat lines, dont fuck around if cash is in it Cash flows rivers of blood, im swimmin laps up in it. You ain't at my skill cuz your past was different. Neva seen a need, neva screamed n bleed, neva heaved you breathe, carelessly n seamed with greed. Ive seen demons reach into me n my dreams are tweaked. Locked in my cell ready to raise hell on these streets when they release me free. -Vern Check out my channel to hear my music
I rise higher then descriptive lines, when i describe the direction i look toward with my gifted eyes, a decent w(rap) indeed, now we can contest, just so i can go off and explode like a bomb test, More addictive then the salvia in Mileys kitchen, the sedative is exquisite it got you numb like Lincoln Park, i'll let you receive the Ark, Because the flow will terrorize and rip all the oceans and the seas apart,
You might get high, but trust that I'm higher, You could call me sir, matter fact call me Sire, Yes I retire, people like you up on UA-cam, Thinkin' they're nice, really. so does the next dude, Who I'll roast later, Me? I'm a Seasoned vet, You're small potatoes, you ain't seen a season yet. YouknowNOTHING,YUP, not a damn, not a thing, Your flow couldn't rip paper, see you in the ring.
right on time/ im back to rabbit them, lookin at a crowd/ givin howls/ from the vatican acting like they never heard of slaving the africans? we just got tricked / 'fore my forefathers ignorance, there was no slick water /war for domestic'ans and the truth is/ i aint depressed of this, i was born back in 95/ with ya breakfast kids . i been fine since then/ my levels high since then if i lie to sin/ is that a sin . probably have to grow to grasp it like an axe/ so send me love/ semi pro/ coz i aint no shaq though stack dough/ to the top / watch it hot bakin porkchop/ for the cops, what a raw taste of medicine/ syringe/ i could get a forte for letterin , wisdom /fidgetin the rythyms/ ambulances, veterans, signalling my lenses/ for me / the maori to come and help from my house/ trust a maori thats tryna sound american
“After 20 plus years of dumbin down all the content, they turned our kids into ignorant monsters…I’ve come to restore all their conscious, by the book or the 4 pound Charles Bronson…Gemstar bars as I elevate puttin fresh food for thought right on the dinner plate…Then crack the window as these lyrics start to permeate, watch as I free’em from the devil slave mind state” Born Free #therealbornfree (Get @ me on Tumblr under therealbornfree)
ti chiederai da dove vengon certe strofe dal mio cazzo di flow la sfida è a Jack The Smoker rap totem grande capo del settore tu sei perfe-ttino io son la perfe-zione rep sensore che calcola barre e incastri redentore che imbambola in artefatti petardo rap salti in aria, alto il voto in pagella fai quattro salti in padella se sentono fanno i salti sono chef per il flow colpi dal check che ti do sopra le track very strong capo dei rapper in old supporta se perirò, son pronto man ready go che fotta che lessico, sei morto bang Crazy flow tu torna a casa, se ci sono io vieni eclissato rappo e dopo perdi il fiato rappo e dopo ciao dopato già da po' io meritavo da prima che meditavo non ti offendi Daddy se a te a ad altri versi dedicavo quanti cessi che schifavo, e per questo non li cago rappo e faccio un ollie e mi porto da ct a Chicago testa dura grigi bagon senti i ritmi dici mago sono un drago testi scritti pure se non digitavo nelle mani c'ha duroni SJ da quante barre ha scritto fa rumori il flusso eccheggia da Linate a San Francisco il re c'ha più suoni quante tracce al mese che registro fanno trasfusioni di intelletto con me ad ogni ritmo esageriamo demoliamo il tuo grande ego ci alteriamo a tempo scateniamo l'alter ego mica blateriamo flusso vate blatte ne schiacciamo queste barre amiamo il santo c'è tu gridi santo cielo non immaginavi fossi così forte ad incastrare suoni vorticosi esplosi rosichi ti fa incazzare perché sono spesso incendio queste street in rima sale la fotta di chi mi ascolta che possa gli mc blastare Ops, credo di averne dette un po' troppe sto rapper è troppo forte rimette un bel po' contorte rimette chi sente te come se si ingozza con torte motore di un M3 contro una carrozza son tonte le persone che ti ascoltano solo perché le incastri le parole che ti shottano SJ tutti miete in classic odio chi si vende qua questi scempi son mentecatti critican chi si autocelebra son solo rapper pacchi flow king sul beat faccio jogging dittatore nell' hardcore faccio gli accordi con i giochi di parole il mio show non te lo scordi fotti con il tiratore tossico con me non fotti in diss son il dissennatore barre da wow proprio, fra tu sarai un topo distruggo col sound già dal primo round chi farà un torto ogni rapper down so, che ci metterà un tot per fare un incastro sj in quattro bars ne fa ventotto. Ehy Jack cerca la mia merda dal browser ti disattivo scollego il tuo Jack dall' hardware ti rimuovo dalla scena, meglio se le barre butti te e quegli altri fake rappresentate l'opera dei pupi muori contro me fratè rest in peace buoni principi smoking rap io Greenpeace contro di me ci affondi man se dissi mi sfidi ti metti col t Rex io big skills Ciao, se mi sfidi b sfidi il grime cultura mastodontica tu big city life Col flow ti scasso poltrirai tu b crisi Rhymes io miglioro i rapper se Bro mi condi-vidi online sopra al beat ti rollai sia te che altri smidollati spingo incastri trito massi in culo ti infilo il mike mica qui rimo mai questi quarti pilotati scrivo e schiatti i contratti b non li firmo mai dico a tutti i rapper che piove merda a dirotto così underground perché mi sono sempre fatto sotto distruttore di sto sound è questo è proprio il mio motto di barre sanno che ne ho un mare ogni rapper morto
Started with a blank sheet of paper ended up killing the game thank me later renewed by my haters soon to make a full room catch the vapors don't mistake me for no B-Boy decoy I seek and destroy each ploy never been more ready war messy carry words like the forty-four heavy aim steady deadly of course sources tell me show no remorse whoever test me best be a force before you get me for sure as much as you suck your jaw should be sore never deny nor ignore notebooks left torn I'm number five def con gladiators stepped on gone with the wind born to win when Hip Hop swore me in I'm going in hard...etc...
It's cold outside and the streets hold the secrets of the dark / worlds collide and cause sparks, and raging words hit like poisonous darts / again tonite it starts, I heard the argument from chamber / the birth of anger is about to elope with a total stranger / innocence is marinating in danger, I can sense it in their voices / it's about to get boisterous and boiled down to life and death choices ....
I’m marcellago the producer Anything not conducive to the product gets cut off I’m roofless Hoops is Being blown in smoke as I’m toking Thinking bout the fact that I’m broke not broken Hoping for a miracle while staring at the sky Taking the stairway up on a ship wishing it was a yacht Walking down a metal hall Wishing it was the block All I’m saying is I can’t wait til I get out The fucking military Hit the stereo for the static Bombs and automatics Bombs over Baghdad Tearing at terrorists cells Teargas for your tyranny ‘But what about your cuz in the cell’ He chose his path Now I’m choosing as well Cruising thru hell With a busted gas tank And a suit of matches And still can’t find a suitable match In these rappers Tapping into wrapper Rolling up me some happy What I write gotta make snazzy Thanos bitch I be snapping No wonder I hate the boat I got smoke with the captain
I flow so hot and I flow so dark, I can’t even tell what part of a person I am/ Living in Hell or Heaven, need to find a reverend/ Oh shit, here I go again, sometimes I get stuck in my mind/ Can’t tell what i’m believing in/ I need to find a reasoning, start reasoning with people whether if they light or they evil/ Tryna figure destiny, I need the recipe, but first off/ I need the best of me/ So I restfully search at the bottom of the earth/ Why the fuck were we birthed?/
Pull up with the .22 You do the hoo hoo for boo boo You, too, knew 3 was not 4 But when the door floors The whores score shores of moors Boar Pig Dig Fig Rig it to dig it Pig it to dig it Ooh stop you killin em Fillin em and killin em ooh
Inner city with the organised unorganised crime Holding disguised bags full of money, I'm in my prime All works in harmony, yin and yang certainly Every brother and his cousin paid gorgeously Opposition doesn't exist, try to get the police to arrest And get stabbed in the neck, oppressed Carve the motherfuckers name on the chest Evil is the quest, number one in the world, the very best
Stop Flex On Me 래퍼면은 랩 좀 하지 이상한 옷 입고 깝치면 힙합이니 난 무지 티만 입어도 너네보다 간지 이 불량식품들 사이에서 내 Rap은 한식 Look At My Drip 제네 더 질라한테 물어봤지 왜 니 금 목걸이에선 한 개도 안 나지 빛이 우디 고차일드 Higher Music Fan들 우리 오빠 보러 왔다가 얘가 선글라스 벗으니까 도망감 쇼미 끝난 뒤엔 계속 칠린하는 호미 유비무환이라면서 안 나와 앨범이 그 따구로 할거면 그냥 지워 니 문신 Uh 대항전은 무슨 대항전 얘네 팀은 최고 실력자가 영디보 나머진 뭐 언급할 필요도 없지 너넨 그냥 배경음악 BGM-v
reading is boring, enigma soar tear crash drug fixin all of his problems, prescription laugh a little, two lines to addict em, slow curves the frames i fly through mad simple, dont listen, act hard because acting is not easy atleast convince me that this jesus is real, beat kickin in harder then lobotomy feels. white rapper
Slick, get money make it rich, then switch, runaway on a slave ship, bounce, dip, I get dangerous when I get on a mic. Born in a manger, it's getting heated release the vapor, inflict pain like labor, savor the flavor, and the imminent favor, sign the waver, going in on this beat just woke the neighbors, i tailor Taylor in a trailer...
This beat is so fire. I could listen just to the beat for hours and hours. so dope
Maxwell Nobis is this beat on soundcloud?
One of the best beats/songs ever
Man this is just a loop, you can hear push inhale
Boo boo
i hate math but lets see what division does/ adolescents in my class popping prescription drugs/ my future clear but my vision fuzzed/ suburb habitat but surrounded by "crips" and "bloods"/ trying to avoid the crooked cuffs/
KineticTheKid i'm trying to.
KineticTheKid yo just seen this comment No Sleep Supreme Originals sounds dope as fcuk we had a graf crew we just called NO SLEEP lol yo peep this mix is rough as shit but im working on a rerelease just looking for feed back if possible and no offence to JFacade Music soundcloud.com/vince-johnson-2/miz-guns-money-sex-n-drugs-mbars-comp
what the fuck quenton we went to the same school lol what are the odds of me finding you on this beat
AlE what school and what's your name?
Chris Cedar hill high
all these weak bars are killing me haha. learn to write and when you do, don't post it in the comments section of the instrumental.. grab a mic and kick it!
yxngtrxll i can go off top better than this bullshit lol
I LOVE SELLING COCAINE, gas cooker with the propane
Enough hits of this shit you feel no pain
Enough hits of this shit'll make your nose change
No hair left in your nostrils, start sniffin rogaine
It starts pure til we cut it with the arm & hammer
And if you testin my supply nigga we armed with hammers
Cock and blast ya, the shotty grab ya, we body snatchers
Boy I got crazy bullets, my clips are all bananas
But if you tryna do business then you can call my mans up
Calmly hand you a bag of something you're prolly after
I sell to grandma's and pregnant moms, it seems wrong
Still my weed is Bruce Banner like cuz my green strong
I been on, these fiends long, they need raw
Having stranger dreams of glocks with laser beams on
I keep on dropping as soon as the beat on
I evolve into a creature, gimme something to feast on!
nah some things are better left off the mic. They need to type shit out to refine and
sharpen sword
Do your own thing & don't worry about other people's bars.
Let me tell you how my life at night employs
I rolls with only niggaz who only roll with white boy
And like toys, often it excites or frights when deployed
It might leave a void in your midsection
So move with discretion because where I'm from it's all just white noise
The white flash came when your life became a white flag, The dealer depends on your life being like that, cuz that means the fiend will be right back, this is not a dream, you give a head a front and I'll kick you off the team, no time for rookies, only thing on my mind is cream, you keep the cookies, overlook me, as I count up the numbers kinda like a bookie, or however you chose it, the house never loses...
1:11 be my favorite part 😎
this beat is TO MUCH!!
*too
god these bars are so horrible
Lmfao
2016 here still listing to it in my ear unless it gets deleted or defeated out of here grandpops don't even have a new pioneer the Pluto or silence near to pinto or jam to the this ole floured color junto boom to the bass or pregnancy to ur juno I one the game I called uno not that other u no get this big banjo in her throat or a mango to her broke bilo soap to my body or hers but timeslow mo on fiber grow to a hyper vote or a piper smoke and liar notes in his pad but balloons pop or float in the air vencing my piercing it so it dont sting
JPatz...your a beast
Not sure if a de-esser would've taken out the breath, still sounds dope :D
beat so fuckin chill g
All nite,..whippin buckets til my rez right//
Harry with that blue lab wand, get ya feed right.//
Wingardium Leviosa... with every toke.//
Ash white as Gandalf.., I grow Wizard Smoke//
I got MARIA getting loose, off that root juice//
M.O.A.B, Atami, & a lil bit of Duece Duece//
Nickel & Diamond, got my pockets on Bruce Bruce//
The Money aint my reason why...its my excuse//
So Money over Bitches...// & Vapor over Swisha's...//
& if you real, like I real...Silence over Snitches...//
Slowly risen from the rubble, tied with connections thats slowing trying to bubble
I see no flow and no game from showboats with no shame
I light up propane tanks on no-shows till they show pain
I give mo' flames to those who won't change, and YOLOs
For those who know pain like old houses know old paint
that was cold
EminentKnight 🙅👌🤝
that was sweet
super duper bars
driving super duper cars
OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dope!! Str8 Purple Elephant Music
Lol Y'all Dropping SOme Trash Ass Bars On This Instrumental.
puff puff pass, back in the past
when i puffed puffed passed
like a dutch to the left, rotation.
but now im feelin like, this buoy, floatation
devices ,my father pisces, my mother cancer
a hunned grand son, i might get handed son
handsome, cashin', who ever need a mansion
dont ever ask me .
ya see the fact is im average
im in the box when i think, trouble clef i
left classes, because i thought i had it.
pad was bad i barely slept all night long
today im always in a dream, tryna wake up.
and i aint made up, none of this
no cake face on this verse like hollywood
nobody made up lives like hollywood
im training.
any chance you can make a version without a hook??
Disc flows a muse Zen peace/ lyrical sheets/ make pencils screech reverend run streets/P-lease I'm popping I'm off the hinges My minds bleak from sinning wont bear a sheath I seize beginnings wrong turns til we write out I'm so induced in the feeling of being amazed/ I'm double u with more in proof that we lay m to waste plenty ways that I curb on em from making them plays to pack a pocket pistol we whipping the daze away/ steel got dreams of cream icing you cakes pussies n posers pursuing posters well I go postal like I'm supposed to/ while y'all niggas ain't even willing so how you winning when I'm a coach you you get it then theres ya ticket this first-class with an old school? hip-hop villain my villa cum width the most views/ know alarm snooze yo its cool you niggas lose I'm making moves with the cruise who would really see thru?
Dark as a jungle a million years before the sun
Im in my mind, under a table hiding from kingdom come
Black as the description of the ones no longer living
Ill admit I aint happy with the hand ive been given
So i put it on the youtube comments for yol to visit
Come back in a year or two to relive it
As I move my fingers over my beard, having a vision
This is S.P spittin passed you like a sick pigeon
Siyabonga Plaatjie Fresh to Def Bro..
Go back to soundcloud kid
*xxx - nostalgia*
산이형 존경합니다
write as you wish
Heavy
I recommend being careful who you trust...
Cause even the devil was an angel once,
Once in a lifetime opportunities have a tendency,
Of excluding me, so I've been recruiting myself and I-
I'm back on my L'urns county-don't give a flying fuck flow,
Slow movements with exuberance is the way I'm 'bout to go,
Otherwise they'll never know about the kid with Polo pockets,
But Louis Vuitton dreams-and I've tried-but just can't stop it,
But maybe just maybe, it was your fate,
For my positive lyricism be filled with venom to fill your body-
With hate...but hey every dog has his day,
But I don't think that's long enough-I might just run away,
And bring you back when I'm damn good and ready,
So until then-strap in and enjoy the journey,
I'ma be 1997-Laurens County 'til I die,
May not be there now-but I'll keep the spirit alive.
Keep it Closes As Kept, Like Loose Lips,
damn, this shit so sweet
the loop could have been better
any dope rappers wanna hop on a second verse? I got this shit ready to go on my tape. Just hit up my email iamjerickdaniel (Gmail)
IIgh my nigga. imma send u the mesage in 5
i got some shit that'll make you question reality already written to this song. but i gotta hear what you layed down before i say yes.
Christian Snipes
yeah whats your email bro?
Go check out the rap on my channel, niggAz!
I ain’t reppin for my city but I’m still trynna show the love, everybody walks with semis cause the reapers gotta thang for us. Lost some friends to penitentiaries trynna bang for bucks, lost some friends to beef from centuries that ain’t obtain to us. Everybody knows the system it ain’t made for us, everybody knows the business it is dangerous.
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, Throwing punches in the room
If he cries he cries, we don't drink away the pain
When a nigga die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playing on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills who's gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus
Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red
Blood on your diamonds til you dying, dead, yah!
You better change what comes out your speaker
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party
Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime
My little brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and start feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
This was different, geez, Louise please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten
Back when nine ounces have got you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas don't pay attention
And when there's tension in the air nines come with extensions
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said "son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, nigga
Now reap what you sowed, nigga
Please reap what you sowed, nigga
I was born in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession
Let's get it
They must be on the dick of who?
They must be on the dick of who?
Bro the lyriscim in this is unreal I'm blown away well done lad
@@JC-jt3ugthat's the lyrics of the actual song 😭
@@sailoragitate384😭😭
Nottz!
SMTM8 CYPHER
1:35 !
is this my career? I swore it was My statement;
now these bad bitches, flock to occas-ion;
sadly, no money to be give-nnn;
mr. I know myself, is in the buildin;
giving thanks, similar to pilgrim;
for anyone who, chose to stand beside him;
i'm the next new, mic carrier strivin';
lookin' for the best, in myself smilin';
I keep truth, sacred on my thousandth island;
with the depth, just like the depth of the ocean;
sometimes, deep gets to free flowin';
that's me there, oh shit, i'm drownin'...;
in the pussie, ripe, wet and gushy;
Fake ppl wouldn't last a day in the place I was raised. Mom raised a soldier g.i. Joe to you cobras. Me and push write rhymes that change the climate and gravitational pull. Flow is unmatched my music is superb. I'm more than just the master of ceremony. Excellent vocabulary as a kid I use to read the dictionary from a to z. These new rappers need to read more and party less. Ppl think that if they have more than you your worth less. That's dead wrong.
if I have cents I guess I can make sense;
money ain't fucked me up, with what my brain gets;
I get scarred, do another flow hard;
thank God, I can do this shit a lot;
with these rappers I bombard;
burn em' like pot, at the spot;
with the shades up;
let them see, what a real man is made of;
elevator, take me to my destination;
let the mind wander, lucid accumulation;
everything cool, with all these lights ravin';
mind spacin', left with an accommodation;
for an arrangement, commas in a crowded basement;
I usually ignore all these comments of shitty bars but you aight.
check me out this beat u wont be disappointed
Next time i see a karaoke machine this is my first pick 😂
Christ lord Jesus
Cried in the evening
Collided with my flesh while I'm fighting these demons
Combined with the stress does life have a meaning
Crime that I left now the light that I'm seeking
Climb up the steps of heaven not a felon
Grind what is left in this life I need a reverant
Shine with the rest can't define what's in my chest the truth I find when I rest in his presence no mores lines in the kitchen no more lieing to my listeners I feel fine when I listen can't look behind on a mission got the wisdom from the book when there's violence I ain't shook minus All the ls that I took i ain't negative all these rappers repetitive man I give all I got till my heart stops sedatives what U feel when I spill I'll writtens relatives in their feels kills souls when the hate fills devil feels fufiiled when I jerk off to these reels make me feel like I ain't real really had enough of lust act tough actor I still show love roll up with the boys they be smoking loud but we silent hear the roar of the lion but I'm covered in this armour of iron
Can I use this for a mashup, credited (A link to this video in the description)? I know it's not your song but it still takes work to recreate and/or isolate an instrumental so I wanted to make sure
Just do it
Have you heard the tale? Of the boy that was put for sale, workin on the field for the master who's skin was pale, runnin from the people who wanna hang him by entrails. Livin life for just a single purpose, taught his mind was worthless, escaping the livin hell he was livin once he heard these verses. Grew up to lead the black community to forget what they inherited, the hate that was they knew was coming based on their roots and heritage.
criticism please trying to improve
i just like to reminisce on the better days// getting robbed by the man fuck the credit rates// never crave, only fiend for a better state// kill ourselves over thoughts that our own people generate// crazy, maybe your business is your own// no forgiveness till your dome'd // stiffness in your bones, is viscous like a cobra, // tickets to the throne then you forget the ones that told ya, that been there all along//
The soul screams what the tongue wont say// bet you'd put the pen and pad down if you werent getting paid, period// , at the end of each line but my beginning is serious// stay under the radar but attentions mysterious
What do you think of this now?
Sicker than these actors tryna imitate, i levitate, disintegrate these rappers, now they askin for a different fate,
Shit, on my dinner plates no innocence, so in a sense this aint a sin since my mission is given hell to satan, Im hella faded!
Elevatin from hell to space, its a celebration when Mavericks at heavens gates, a rebel made it!
I meddle an play with competitors or whatever you call um, they fallin like autum leaves, knaw what i mean?
They gotta see, M-A-V-E-R-I-C-K..
Be a beast, slay the dragon, then wake from the dream face to face with me breathin fire an brimstone,
I been broke, still broke,
Willin to grill folk for meals so..
Step back as if a match got lit up in a methlab, expect wrath at levels never heard or thought of, bet mav can murder, maul or step past the burglars tryna set back my theivery,
steal the game illegally, but cant do the time hoe, aint fuckin with the five-O, or snitch-nine either,
How the fuck he still alive bro?
I aint wishin evil neither,
Its just got my mind blown!
A nuke inside of my dome,
Boom! Hows a guy so wack end up richer than me?
Yeah im bitter, many better men have been as bitter, been a quitter?
Never, nothing ever made me sicker to my stomach than the thought that I would quit, got a lotta problems,
99 problems, but im not a bitch!
Got some shit for um in the written form, give um more than they can take an like I said before, disengage or you'll disintegrate away with your swords, guns, pens, pads, errythang! Give the game a wedding ring, we're married aye?
I’m finna catch a body, but I ain’t Owen heart/ my bruh a sharpshooter, he pickin foes apart/ the heart break kid, when I shoot you know it’s raw/ plus I always keep a little sunny on that titan tron/ but that’s been done before/ so I brought some new shit/ two arms, fire off the buckle with a movement/ the undertaker, got the bosses daughter on a crucifix/ I’m married to the h, like when stewie sayin cool whip/ I’m too sick/ like I’m married to the game/ hold on backtrack, flyest in this bitch like Lois lane/ y’all can see it, well I can feel it flowin through my veins/ if you 60 under 60 then just get up out my lane/
u wanna c a dead body/ dedicated to the bullet by a single shot of a shotty/ he tried to elope but his ghost was set free by the gun/ as he took his last breath, the bullet went thru his lungs
This is the only lines that i will actually like if they were in the song everyone else fucking sucks
its there on purpose guys..
U are like a toy boy looking like a G-code I'm talking about beastmode get this gun boy it's reloaded all of y'all is nothin at least some body somethin
if theres a better building block then sellin crack
get the kilos from pirates with there AR's in the back
one eye covered up but the other is lookin at stacks
you saty your shit fresh i dont see it suran wraped
all i see is a couple storys from bamp camp
you see where i live my cheese is in my trap
see your family tree now make room for the leaves that
reside on the corner my workers get busy on bees wax
I grow up in the hard streets of ville/never killed but my mother did/ she had a gun wrapped up in hid in the closet that was her deposit to niggas tryna fight us or decline us
다 드루와 이 쓉
Hard bars squad cars marked my far smart quad sparked, ass parked in the penitentiary, blast narks.
Neva ask marks, just flat lines, dont fuck around if cash is in it
Cash flows rivers of blood, im swimmin laps up in it.
You ain't at my skill cuz your past was different.
Neva seen a need, neva screamed n bleed, neva heaved you breathe, carelessly n seamed with greed.
Ive seen demons reach into me n my dreams are tweaked.
Locked in my cell ready to raise hell on these streets when they release me free.
-Vern
Check out my channel to hear my music
I rise higher then descriptive lines,
when i describe the direction i look toward with my gifted eyes,
a decent w(rap) indeed,
now we can contest,
just so i can go off and explode like a bomb test,
More addictive then the salvia in Mileys kitchen,
the sedative is exquisite it got you numb like Lincoln Park,
i'll let you receive the Ark,
Because the flow will terrorize and rip all the oceans and the seas apart,
You might get high, but trust that I'm higher,
You could call me sir, matter fact call me Sire,
Yes I retire, people like you up on UA-cam,
Thinkin' they're nice, really. so does the next dude,
Who I'll roast later, Me? I'm a Seasoned vet,
You're small potatoes, you ain't seen a season yet.
YouknowNOTHING,YUP, not a damn, not a thing,
Your flow couldn't rip paper, see you in the ring.
@@PRoJeKSHUNI can't lie could call me sir matter of fact call me sire is the best bar I've ever read in a youtube comment
right on time/ im back to rabbit them,
lookin at a crowd/ givin howls/ from the vatican
acting like they never heard of slaving the africans?
we just got tricked / 'fore my forefathers ignorance,
there was no slick water /war for domestic'ans
and the truth is/ i aint depressed of this,
i was born back in 95/ with ya breakfast kids .
i been fine since then/ my levels high since then
if i lie to sin/ is that a sin .
probably have to grow to grasp it like an axe/ so
send me love/ semi pro/ coz i aint no shaq though
stack dough/ to the top / watch it hot bakin
porkchop/ for the cops, what a raw taste of
medicine/
syringe/ i could get a forte for letterin ,
wisdom /fidgetin the rythyms/ ambulances, veterans,
signalling my lenses/ for me / the maori to come and help
from my house/ trust a maori thats tryna sound american
noice
“After 20 plus years of dumbin down all the content, they turned our kids into ignorant monsters…I’ve come to restore all their conscious, by the book or the 4 pound Charles Bronson…Gemstar bars as I elevate puttin fresh food for thought right on the dinner plate…Then crack the window as these lyrics start to permeate, watch as I free’em from the devil slave mind state” Born Free #therealbornfree (Get @ me on Tumblr under therealbornfree)
ti chiederai da dove vengon certe strofe
dal mio cazzo di flow la sfida è a Jack The
Smoker
rap totem grande capo del settore
tu sei perfe-ttino io son la perfe-zione
rep sensore che calcola barre e incastri
redentore che imbambola in artefatti
petardo rap salti in aria, alto il voto in pagella
fai quattro salti in padella se sentono fanno i salti
sono chef per il flow colpi dal check che ti do
sopra le track very strong capo dei rapper in old
supporta se perirò, son pronto man ready go che fotta che lessico, sei morto bang Crazy flow
tu torna a casa, se ci sono io vieni eclissato
rappo e dopo perdi il fiato rappo e dopo ciao dopato
già da po' io meritavo da prima che meditavo
non ti offendi Daddy se a te a ad altri versi dedicavo
quanti cessi che schifavo, e per questo non li cago
rappo e faccio un ollie e mi porto da ct a Chicago
testa dura grigi bagon senti i ritmi dici mago
sono un drago testi scritti pure se non digitavo
nelle mani c'ha duroni SJ da quante barre ha scritto
fa rumori il flusso eccheggia da Linate a San Francisco
il re c'ha più suoni quante tracce al mese che registro
fanno trasfusioni di intelletto con me ad ogni ritmo
esageriamo demoliamo il tuo grande ego
ci alteriamo a tempo scateniamo l'alter ego
mica blateriamo flusso vate blatte ne schiacciamo
queste barre amiamo il santo c'è tu gridi santo cielo
non immaginavi fossi così forte ad incastrare
suoni vorticosi esplosi rosichi ti fa incazzare
perché sono spesso incendio queste street in rima sale
la fotta di chi mi ascolta che possa gli mc blastare
Ops, credo di averne dette un po' troppe
sto rapper è troppo forte rimette un bel po' contorte
rimette chi sente te come se si ingozza con torte
motore di un M3 contro una carrozza son tonte
le persone che ti ascoltano solo perché le incastri
le parole che ti shottano SJ tutti miete in classic
odio chi si vende qua questi scempi son mentecatti
critican chi si autocelebra son solo rapper pacchi
flow king sul beat faccio jogging dittatore
nell' hardcore faccio gli accordi con i giochi di parole
il mio show non te lo scordi fotti con il tiratore
tossico con me non fotti in diss son il dissennatore
barre da wow proprio, fra tu sarai un topo
distruggo col sound già dal primo round chi farà un torto
ogni rapper down so, che ci metterà un tot
per fare un incastro sj in quattro bars ne fa ventotto.
Ehy Jack cerca la mia merda dal browser
ti disattivo scollego il tuo Jack dall' hardware
ti rimuovo dalla scena, meglio se le barre butti
te e quegli altri fake rappresentate l'opera dei pupi
muori contro me fratè rest in peace
buoni principi smoking rap io Greenpeace
contro di me ci affondi man se dissi
mi sfidi ti metti col t Rex io big skills
Ciao, se mi sfidi b sfidi il grime
cultura mastodontica tu big city life
Col flow ti scasso poltrirai tu b crisi Rhymes
io miglioro i rapper se Bro mi condi-vidi online
sopra al beat ti rollai sia te che altri smidollati
spingo incastri trito massi in culo ti infilo il mike
mica qui rimo mai questi quarti pilotati
scrivo e schiatti i contratti b non li firmo mai
dico a tutti i rapper che piove merda a dirotto
così underground perché mi sono sempre fatto sotto
distruttore di sto sound è questo è proprio il mio motto
di barre sanno che ne ho un mare ogni rapper morto
Started with a blank sheet of paper
ended up
killing the game thank me later
renewed by my haters soon to make a full room catch the vapors
don't mistake me for no B-Boy decoy I seek and destroy each ploy never been more ready
war messy carry words like the forty-four heavy aim steady deadly of course sources tell me
show no remorse
whoever test me best be a force
before you get me for sure
as much as you suck
your jaw should be sore
never deny nor ignore
notebooks left torn
I'm number five def con
gladiators stepped on
gone with the wind born to win
when Hip Hop swore me in
I'm going in hard...etc...
🔥
It's cold outside and the streets hold the secrets of the dark / worlds collide and cause sparks, and raging words hit like poisonous darts / again tonite it starts, I heard the argument from chamber / the birth of anger is about to elope with a total stranger / innocence is marinating in danger, I can sense it in their voices / it's about to get boisterous and boiled down to life and death choices ....
20 PLUS YEARS OF SELLING JOHNSON AND JOHNSON
Just a loop
Sounds like DOA
I’m marcellago the producer
Anything not conducive
to the product gets cut off
I’m roofless
Hoops is
Being blown in smoke as I’m toking
Thinking bout the fact that I’m broke not broken
Hoping for a miracle while staring at the sky
Taking the stairway up on a ship
wishing it was a yacht
Walking down a metal hall
Wishing it was the block
All I’m saying is I can’t wait til I get out
The fucking military
Hit the stereo for the static
Bombs and automatics
Bombs over Baghdad
Tearing at terrorists cells
Teargas for your tyranny
‘But what about your cuz in the cell’
He chose his path
Now I’m choosing as well
Cruising thru hell
With a busted gas tank
And a suit of matches
And still can’t find a suitable match
In these rappers
Tapping into wrapper
Rolling up me some happy
What I write gotta make snazzy
Thanos bitch I be snapping
No wonder I hate the boat
I got smoke with the captain
i
I flow so hot and I flow so dark, I can’t even tell what part of a person I am/
Living in Hell or Heaven, need to find a reverend/
Oh shit, here I go again, sometimes I get stuck in my mind/
Can’t tell what i’m believing in/
I need to find a reasoning, start reasoning with people whether if they light or they evil/
Tryna figure destiny, I need the recipe, but first off/
I need the best of me/
So I restfully search at the bottom of the earth/
Why the fuck were we birthed?/
W Nottz
Preciate that famo! I don't really be on youtube though. Check out my Soundcloud instead!
Soundcloud(dot)com/DTITC
STOP writing lyrics!!!!!!
+tevenioinquotamare y shut up bitch
+tevenioinquotamare y Shutup Bitch
shut the fuck up
Write lyrics for us then.......
Pull up with the .22
You do the hoo hoo for boo boo
You, too, knew 3 was not 4
But when the door floors
The whores score shores of moors
Boar
Pig
Dig
Fig
Rig it to dig it
Pig it to dig it
Ooh stop you killin em
Fillin em and killin em ooh
Challenge accepted
Not really though
U
Inner city with the organised unorganised crime
Holding disguised bags full of money, I'm in my prime
All works in harmony, yin and yang certainly
Every brother and his cousin paid gorgeously
Opposition doesn't exist, try to get the police to arrest
And get stabbed in the neck, oppressed
Carve the motherfuckers name on the chest
Evil is the quest, number one in the world, the very best
도넛맨
Stop Flex On Me 래퍼면은 랩 좀 하지
이상한 옷 입고 깝치면 힙합이니
난 무지 티만 입어도 너네보다 간지
이 불량식품들 사이에서 내 Rap은 한식
Look At My Drip 제네 더 질라한테 물어봤지
왜 니 금 목걸이에선 한 개도 안 나지 빛이
우디 고차일드 Higher Music Fan들 우리 오빠
보러 왔다가 얘가 선글라스 벗으니까 도망감
쇼미 끝난 뒤엔 계속 칠린하는 호미
유비무환이라면서 안 나와 앨범이
그 따구로 할거면 그냥 지워 니 문신
Uh 대항전은 무슨 대항전
얘네 팀은 최고 실력자가 영디보
나머진 뭐 언급할 필요도 없지
너넨 그냥 배경음악 BGM-v
nice loop lol
reading is boring, enigma soar tear crash drug fixin all of his problems, prescription laugh a little, two lines to addict em, slow curves the frames i fly through mad simple, dont listen, act hard because acting is not easy atleast convince me that this jesus is real, beat kickin in harder then lobotomy feels. white rapper
?
GreyWolfMantis
exactly
Brant Williams
k
Slick, get money make it rich, then switch, runaway on a slave ship, bounce, dip, I get dangerous when I get on a mic. Born in a manger, it's getting heated release the vapor, inflict pain like labor, savor the flavor, and the imminent favor, sign the waver, going in on this beat just woke the neighbors, i tailor Taylor in a trailer...
E
Frank was right
Sounds good,Its a loop,But a good loop
It's just a loop!! 😡 You scammer
Bro..............na man not like this :(
I mean, yeah, but anyone could have done what you did here. Make the real instrumental homie
Read below for shitty lyrics
Please stop rapping in the comments and place trash in proper receptacles.