Bro you bringing that feeling back. Love them soulful samples. Taking me back to the early Kanye, Dipset, Just Blaze, Hi-Tek days. But just the modern version. Keep it going fam.
(0:25) I thank God another year he let me speak through music Karma Kinda fucked me up the Devil think he moving Tryna find the time to slide when I’ll be dreaming lucid All them promises was empty, greed will make you do it Scared of studios, prepare the movie though Bounce back when the groupies gone, you left me out to dry But let me hit the booty doe, it fucked me up but now i think i mastered moving on It all was leverage, a confession of stressing We living blessing to blessing, i write my lines at a time Lord is my musics repressive? An if my faith was a class I think I’d pass my electives Along the way I think we missed our directive But I done played this card game so long my parents detectives Check the entertainment stand I think my teachers sent home a message They say he got it but he lacking in presence He more worried bout the blind then he trying to see his time in the present Beat his ass for that Cheat his ass for that Fuck him leave his ass for that I guess its cool cause I was hauling heaving asses back Now Im labbing who believes I’ll make a classic rap I think my Dad can finally see me we aint mad at that We talking custody and children leave the hatchet packed When my mom say I’m that nigga I still laugh at that Nowadays its like my family having Matt Attacks, All Praise to God you bad for that
OHHH HOLD UP THIS HARD I GOT YOU BRO, I'M COMING IN im eating chicken while stricken doing division im super shmitten with kittens boy my head is a ribbon i'm flying pidgeons on these acid rappers, clap massive factors, active tractors in the back of a lavish gravel mass adaptor, my bars ferocious i'm smoking lotion in motion i'm coasting floating the boat is still boating the jokes are joking in, vote devoted on locomotives my ballots casted, i'm so controlling he dissed my art till the palette slapped em, caption that like its snapchat in a hazmat, snap crack, dabble in daddies lap like a packrat, hack a sack ackerman stabbed shaq in the back of em, crackalackin a pack of em, stab a krakken and laugh at em, tag a rapper and battle em, shag a mac from the apple store, my clothes thrifty i'm still spiffy like Macklemore, i'm at the chapel door, praying thats what happened or, did i use tape to make fresh drapes out of apple cores? you aint a rapper then what the heck is you rapping for? you aint a trapper then what the heck is you trapping for? you in the trenches so you goin get what you asking for, you aint a menace so don't get pressed like a bathroom door, I went to war in with the coroner i'm a warrior, your baby momma adores me cuz you're ignoring her, i'm the man and my homeland is in florida porous corpses adoring the shortest court for an organ bruh
It’s me against the world in its entirety, I don’t trust nobody cuz they lie to me, All this pain is messing with my anxiety, So I’m about to show all of y’all a different side of me, the king My soul purpose to dish out these sole verses, Been soul searching to figure my soul worth, It’s my soul versus the demons that keep my soul hurting, I’m so certain, these prayers keep my soul working, Money don’t make me ambitious, Like them villains who vicious, I envision their visage, Looking pernicious, And I pray to ask my lord why would you permit this? And are these evil people really made from your image? For my penance I pen it, My time left ima spend it, Even if I can’t feel my smile like I came from the dentist, Few people been befriended, Cuz they get so offended When I choose to keep it real, while many pretending, I don’t get plenty attention, I don’t envy the aforementioned, Cuz fame turn to vanity which is the devils extension, As long as my consciousness is cognizant, With common sense, I isolate myself from the ignorance of the continent It’s me against the world in its entirety, I don’t trust nobody cuz they lie to me, All this pain is messing with my anxiety, So I’m about to show all of y’all a different side of me, the king
Bankroll Timing Yeah Im Bout Some Paper Load My tooly up Just incase they tryna snake us Im Rolling, Smillng These bitches cannot faze us Cop me a new Beamer Keep it moving ima player
Ima ride for all my demons we gon let da city burn Killin our civilians thinkin u could picc a turn Well guess what motherfucca come over here it’s gon be a purge Touch one of my bloodline Ima let it burst Ima let it squeeze Oh god ima do it I Juss hope my blacc ppl could picc up on the influence They tell me to preach peace in my music But what’s the difference when in the streets it’s my ppl that they abusing My grandmamas grands Mama Was stucc in a nuisance My granddaddy sold leather The other one had a fruit stand What if the cops killed them I wouldn’t be here to do shit See the problem I’m proving Is a generational genocide In my kin ocular viewing Or I could be assuming But if am prove me wrong Let the fat lady sing the song Let my innocent brothers come home
Bro you bringing that feeling back. Love them soulful samples. Taking me back to the early Kanye, Dipset, Just Blaze, Hi-Tek days. But just the modern version. Keep it going fam.
Damn near cried when i heard this i need this 👌🏿
Beat is so hard you can't mess it up. Even ice jj fish could make a dope track on this one. You've outdone yourself once again othello.🔊🔥🔥🔥🔊✊🏿
This is just beautiful 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Joints like this touch the soul 🔥
Going crazy bruh
this is one of the best type beats on youtube HOLLLY
This is that🔥🔥🔥
The sample from the old Jay-Z jawn... shit Fuego 🔥 🔥
I love dis beat tho 🅰️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
THIS A REAL CLASSIC OTHELLO U RAW NO CAP
Everyone that thumbs ups wanna smack the hell out of that 1 guy that thumbs down 😤 this Beat is perfect
U was in ya soul. Sensational 🔥🔥🔥
Yesirrrr! This the one!
Pure fire...imma come outta retirement to right some bars to this...
Str8 🔥🔥🔥 this slaps so hard 📀
Ur fantastic producer, preciate any feedback
you did that 🥶
(0:25)
I thank God another year he let me speak through music
Karma Kinda fucked me up the Devil think he moving
Tryna find the time to slide when I’ll be dreaming lucid
All them promises was empty, greed will make you do it
Scared of studios, prepare the movie though
Bounce back when the groupies gone,
you left me out to dry
But let me hit the booty doe,
it fucked me up but now i think i mastered moving on
It all was leverage, a confession of stressing
We living blessing to blessing, i write my lines at a time
Lord is my musics repressive?
An if my faith was a class I think I’d pass my electives
Along the way I think we missed our directive
But I done played this card game so long my parents detectives
Check the entertainment stand
I think my teachers sent home a message
They say he got it but he lacking in presence
He more worried bout the blind then he trying to see his time in the present
Beat his ass for that
Cheat his ass for that
Fuck him leave his ass for that
I guess its cool cause I was hauling heaving asses back
Now Im labbing who believes I’ll make a classic rap
I think my Dad can finally see me we aint mad at that
We talking custody and children leave the hatchet packed
When my mom say I’m that nigga I still laugh at that
Nowadays its like my family having Matt Attacks,
All Praise to God you bad for that
OHHH HOLD UP THIS HARD I GOT YOU BRO, I'M COMING IN
im eating chicken while stricken doing division im super shmitten with kittens boy my head is a ribbon i'm flying pidgeons on these acid rappers,
clap massive factors, active tractors in the back of a lavish gravel mass adaptor, my bars ferocious i'm smoking lotion in motion i'm coasting floating the boat is still boating the jokes are joking in, vote devoted on locomotives my ballots casted, i'm so controlling he dissed my art till the palette slapped em, caption that like its snapchat in a hazmat, snap crack, dabble in daddies lap like a packrat, hack a sack ackerman stabbed shaq in the back of em, crackalackin a pack of em, stab a krakken and laugh at em, tag a rapper and battle em, shag a mac from the apple store, my clothes thrifty i'm still spiffy like Macklemore, i'm at the chapel door, praying thats what happened or, did i use tape to make fresh drapes out of apple cores?
you aint a rapper then what the heck is you rapping for?
you aint a trapper then what the heck is you trapping for?
you in the trenches so you goin get what you asking for,
you aint a menace so don't get pressed like a bathroom door,
I went to war in with the coroner i'm a warrior, your baby momma adores me cuz you're ignoring her, i'm the man and my homeland is in florida porous corpses adoring the shortest court for an organ bruh
It’s lit bro 🔥
Classic vibes.
I felt this @Othellobeats .. You did ya shit on this brutha
Bout to cop thos 1. Already got a concept in my head.
Whoever disliked this is a straight cornball. Probably some young buck who don't know what good hip hop is🤦🏿♂️
Word!
hardd bro🔥🔥
Got bars for this Alrdy!💯🔥🔥🔥💪
When u gone record to it?
@@kevinjones436 Whenever I can get into the studio. I've been busy lately bro. But imma try to record this soon.
🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾😈
New freestyle for Facebook finna use this beat🤟🏾
You & Epik the Dawn gotta do a collab sometime in the near future. Yall got a completely different sound but both cut from that same cloth. All 🔥🔥🔥
This joint smacks bro 🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥....eternal
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This a hit
Imagine old school T.I on this sheeesh
I'd love to use this in a film I'm working on
Peace 🔥
DopE Bro...
This ones next! 🔥🙏✍🏽
First 🔥
Damn 🥶🔥🔥🔥🔥
It’s me against the world in its entirety,
I don’t trust nobody cuz they lie to me,
All this pain is messing with my anxiety,
So I’m about to show all of y’all a different side of me, the king
My soul purpose to dish out these sole verses,
Been soul searching to figure my soul worth,
It’s my soul versus the demons that keep my soul hurting,
I’m so certain, these prayers keep my soul working,
Money don’t make me ambitious,
Like them villains who vicious,
I envision their visage,
Looking pernicious,
And I pray to ask my lord why would you permit this?
And are these evil people really made from your image?
For my penance I pen it,
My time left ima spend it,
Even if I can’t feel my smile like I came from the dentist,
Few people been befriended,
Cuz they get so offended
When I choose to keep it real,
while many pretending,
I don’t get plenty attention,
I don’t envy the aforementioned,
Cuz fame turn to vanity which is the devils extension,
As long
as my consciousness is cognizant,
With common sense,
I isolate myself from the ignorance of the continent
It’s me against the world in its entirety,
I don’t trust nobody cuz they lie to me,
All this pain is messing with my anxiety,
So I’m about to show all of y’all a different side of me, the king
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I got some heat for this 🔥
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Name of 808 samples and bass??
Anybody know the sample? I just want to hear the original so I can analyze this dudes rediculous sampling talent.
What am I waiting for- Ojays. Jay Z sampled for you must love me too
@@HarlemTaj 🙏Good lookin out bruh, needed this fr.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
😎👍💥👑
4 tha haters by Lil Wayne look it up
Ross ft. Jay z, Scarface, and Andre 3000 😭😭😭
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@@nateboogy6454 I subbed
Am I standing on the surface of the sun? It’s hot....
Bankroll Timing Yeah Im Bout Some Paper Load My tooly up Just incase they tryna snake us Im Rolling, Smillng These bitches cannot faze us Cop me a new Beamer Keep it moving ima player
First
Nvm😗
Ima ride for all my demons we gon let da city burn
Killin our civilians
thinkin u could picc a turn
Well guess what motherfucca come over here it’s gon be a purge
Touch one of my bloodline
Ima let it burst
Ima let it squeeze
Oh god ima do it
I Juss hope my blacc ppl could picc up on the influence
They tell me to preach peace in my music
But what’s the difference when in the streets it’s my ppl that
they abusing
My grandmamas grands
Mama
Was stucc in a nuisance
My granddaddy sold leather
The other one had a fruit stand
What if the cops killed them I wouldn’t be here to do shit
See the problem I’m proving
Is a generational genocide
In my kin ocular viewing
Or I could be assuming
But if am prove me wrong
Let the fat lady sing the song
Let my innocent brothers come home
Sounds more like a rick ross beat
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