ye im walkin walkin walkin walkin walkin like a zombie been tokin way too long non stop like a hippie smokin smokin smokin smoke smoke blazy blazy been floatin with bros eyes low we goin kreezyyy yuh
j'ai faim d'savoir comme un zombie, la main posée sur l'mozambique, des potions dans l'alambique, j'vois la mort comme en mozambie. j'parle pas trop les gens abusent, j'veux que du bizz sans penser buzz comme hugo la haute sphere j'accuse tes rappeurs s'la joue ancien, fais genre sa joue d'la cornemuse, l'amour pour le son tu la si tu trouve que ma gen abuse, s'la joue gangster, genre la vente tu la connu tot, mais gros t'abuse, 20euro la fiole, après l'école rien qu'j'distribue pour veswki les sentiments j'ai tout tenté même les armures j'ai que 16ans, pourtant j'ai l'impression d'avoir trop vécu, mes adolescentes ont l'trou plus élargit qu'celui la sécu, pas d'securité dans mes rue, j'suis comme un touareg dans les dunes j'voulais penser love avant lové, quelle erreur et coupable de mon innocence, j'ai vu me peur, se réaliser dans un paradis blanc, sans aucun noir, j'aurais du capté qu'ce n'était pas mien c'était déjà le leur l'respect s'est perdu mais pour être honnête j'l'ai pas vraiment connu, j'sais pas faire d'refrain donc j'serais surement jamais reconnu dubitatif j'sais pas si j'veux voir d'la paix sur l'menu, oe car ya qu'en faisant la guerre qu'les efforts sont entretenus ya pas besoin de l'être pour pouvoir faire du rap mature, pas besoin d'cours de théatre pour se la jouer dramaturge l'pied sur l'accelateur, drogué dans la voiture, mosaique solitaire dans les oreilles comme quoi l'art sa tue
let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps. oooweeee this bass slaps. so heavy its like me lifting the earth. its like me giving this beat misucal birth. yea homie its got mad gerth. roll it. lick it. light it. inhale the ganja gooooodness. feel the sativa rushing through ya cortex. feel the indica rushing through ya body like a vortex. just leaving this masonic truths in some text. running. destroying. terrorizing like a t rex. yea homie im up next. fire on the decks...ship might sink. battleships and now ya ships sinking. let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps. what ya thinkin? what ya stinking? what numbers you picking? tryna hit the lotto like I got next...but shii homie im the best. put it to rest. just a stupid degrees test. you just a hater like the rest. but I rock this masonic crest. 14 in fact. heres the facts. sacrifice ya time and energy to the universe....give up ya self to the higher being and the G O D you be seeing....secret handshakes and all the homies agreeing...this a funky Flatbush fanatic never faking freedom of society chains...this rap it reigns. over the top. from up above. effed ya girl with no glove....yea homie I got a pair of white gloves. legit. official. professional. masonic. iconic. at the top n never stopping... let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps. its all an algorithm . an ism. degreeism. 33 sacred lights. shine so bright. over this beat I just might cook up them funky raps till they wanna fight....its my right. to speak. to wreak of the ganjga green vibration. the healer vibration. we need a new nation. a new way of life. none of em know Hollywood....how they sit there and judge they could...I dont know. I dont know just pass me the stanky hydro. so I can forget. so I can forget. whats really going on in this earth. what the evil is planning. what the eff so true its like a touchdown from Peyton manning. touchdown. im the one who turns all the frowns. so me was given the crown.... let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps.
S-tier beat
That bliss when you find your new fav producer i sweaar. You got a sikk bounce broski keep doin your thhang 🌊
This a year oldd? Yoo
Damn, lil baby type beats now huh?;/ we need more of those flatbush vibes 100
That bass drop though , keep up the great work
great work
This is dope af!!! Nice work!
Gonna use this and credit you at least. this fire❤️
Heavy
shit hot brotha!!!
nice 🔥🔥
Super Fabby ~ Life Changer!!!!
Played this one. Stop it. And my head was still bumping back and forward. WIZARD
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i wanna know if i use this beat to make my version cause a problem for you?
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It's a wrap. 🔥🔥🔥
a trick : watch series on flixzone. I've been using them for watching all kinds of movies these days.
@Joel Levi Definitely, I've been using flixzone for months myself =)
@Joel Levi yea, I've been watching on Flixzone for since december myself =)
@Joel Levi Yup, been watching on Flixzone for years myself =)
Woah stop flexin🔥🔥🔥
Victims to the mind control
Omg I can hear them rapping to this. That's too much lol
Is that a bleach sample?
What would it take to get this beat? For legitimate use. It's not available anywhere else but here
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That bell sound is fuckn fire 🔥🔥 do you know where that shit from it sound familiar as fuck
ye im walkin walkin walkin walkin walkin like a zombie
been tokin way too long non stop like a hippie
smokin smokin smokin smoke smoke blazy blazy
been floatin with bros eyes low we goin kreezyyy yuh
Nigga wtf this hit my soull G
j'ai faim d'savoir comme un zombie,
la main posée sur l'mozambique,
des potions dans l'alambique,
j'vois la mort comme en mozambie.
j'parle pas trop les gens abusent,
j'veux que du bizz sans penser buzz
comme hugo la haute sphere j'accuse
tes rappeurs s'la joue ancien,
fais genre sa joue d'la cornemuse,
l'amour pour le son tu la
si tu trouve que ma gen abuse,
s'la joue gangster, genre la vente tu la connu tot,
mais gros t'abuse,
20euro la fiole, après l'école rien qu'j'distribue
pour veswki les sentiments j'ai tout tenté même les
armures
j'ai que 16ans, pourtant j'ai l'impression d'avoir trop vécu,
mes adolescentes ont l'trou plus élargit qu'celui la sécu,
pas d'securité dans mes rue, j'suis comme un touareg
dans les dunes
j'voulais penser love avant lové, quelle erreur
et coupable de mon innocence, j'ai vu me peur,
se réaliser dans un paradis blanc, sans aucun noir,
j'aurais du capté qu'ce n'était pas mien c'était déjà le leur
l'respect s'est perdu
mais pour être honnête
j'l'ai pas vraiment connu,
j'sais pas faire d'refrain donc j'serais surement jamais reconnu
dubitatif j'sais pas si j'veux voir d'la paix sur l'menu,
oe car ya qu'en faisant la guerre qu'les efforts sont entretenus
ya pas besoin de l'être pour pouvoir faire du rap mature,
pas besoin d'cours de théatre pour se la jouer dramaturge
l'pied sur l'accelateur, drogué dans la voiture,
mosaique solitaire dans les oreilles comme quoi l'art sa tue
#8
🌟💖 🎶🙏 ✌️🙏 🎼🌟 💖
Check email bro!
Thank you for no tags.. I will definitely give u credit..if you can make new beats with no tags.. We could probably work together :)
OMG this shit is too hard. Bruh we gotta collab check out my page when you get a chance.
let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps. oooweeee this bass slaps. so heavy its like me lifting the earth. its like me giving this beat misucal birth. yea homie its got mad gerth. roll it. lick it. light it. inhale the ganja gooooodness. feel the sativa rushing through ya cortex. feel the indica rushing through ya body like a vortex. just leaving this masonic truths in some text. running. destroying. terrorizing like a t rex. yea homie im up next. fire on the decks...ship might sink. battleships and now ya ships sinking.
let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps.
what ya thinkin? what ya stinking? what numbers you picking? tryna hit the lotto like I got next...but shii homie im the best. put it to rest. just a stupid degrees test. you just a hater like the rest. but I rock this masonic crest. 14 in fact. heres the facts. sacrifice ya time and energy to the universe....give up ya self to the higher being and the G O D you be seeing....secret handshakes and all the homies agreeing...this a funky Flatbush fanatic never faking freedom of society chains...this rap it reigns. over the top. from up above. effed ya girl with no glove....yea homie I got a pair of white gloves. legit. official. professional. masonic. iconic. at the top n never stopping...
let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps.
its all an algorithm . an ism. degreeism. 33 sacred lights. shine so bright. over this beat I just might cook up them funky raps till they wanna fight....its my right. to speak. to wreak of the ganjga green vibration. the healer vibration. we need a new nation. a new way of life. none of em know Hollywood....how they sit there and judge they could...I dont know. I dont know just pass me the stanky hydro. so I can forget. so I can forget. whats really going on in this earth. what the evil is planning. what the eff so true its like a touchdown from Peyton manning. touchdown. im the one who turns all the frowns. so me was given the crown....
let the bass hit...let the bass slap....conjure some funky rap....let the bass hit....les the bass slap..stirring. cooking some funky raps.