Ceramic soul is shattered Porcelian puddles on the ground Dwarfed by the plastic thats Invincble to lifes rounds Its downs and its ups While i lie here nothing but A lifeless ordinary contrary In a broken ceramic soul stuck Find the nearest drop See if i can flly Rely on false hopes Like all those who pulled me through this lie But they all got weak Fell out and shriveled So im left in this rusted office chair In a constant depart from me swivel..... its not the whole thing. only 14 ^_^
Hair loss, cleaning, airport, semen, left off, dreaming, get off/ Teardrops streaming upwards into my eyes, cannonball sized, a reason to spit ya lungs out/ Living uncounted, even the shooter starts to run when he hears the gun sound/ Unbounded, running through a battle with a plastic harness and a liquor bottle/ Eating favours that was meant for harvest and desperado/ Dreaming dangers since kindergarten, I tracked and followed/ Be courageous, adrenaline starter, was wearing offensive goggles/ Raping the bias in a lopsided house with a problematic roof/ Fake messiah's coming out of ant hills, Roch Thériault/ Beta tendencies dropping patched soft tissue/ Software saw the issue, obtaining memory that Allah's bomb hit through/ Drinking glock cocktails, lynching lives, tough kill, a land with Sasquatch sightings/ Where child's pour no graffiti like the North Fox Islands/ No need for killer babysitters and milestones lower defeated/ To become one flesh you have to be one with the butcher, while dial tones go and retreat it/ Marriage is a perished fantasy, gone living through it/ So the act is a condition and movement put together by taunting letters/ Bitch keep fleeing until the grave, cause that's how proverbs said it/ You have to open the lid to yo soul to know if you solid/ You have to drown yo kid in some gold to love a golden kid/ Writing gossip in coded ink, realizing the lost repentance of no defense/ A homeless shit with no money, go suffer and vulture that/ Two faced with no fucks on my tail/ Threw up when I saw nicknames shadow my love, on the real/
Miss boondocks . This beat for season 3 epic
El makes some of the most evil beats my ears have heard in their 21 years of use....
i got goosebumps!!!
no doubt this is going up as my alarm.
this is some good fuckin shit
@Matthew Hensley YEAH i want to know what is this 4:09 too.
someone needs to freestyle over this for real
Adult swim
back in the days when comments couldn't even be liked
Back in the days when dislikes were shown. -21.
@@anamethat Yup, now it's off for videos as well
@Rawtongue89 do you have the capablity to make a propa tune i.e mic soundcard and computer knowledge to make it
Anyone know of any music that is just like 4:07-end?
@balla3754
Buy the ISWYD Instrumentals album.
Ceramic soul is shattered Porcelian puddles on the ground Dwarfed by the plastic thats Invincble to lifes rounds
Its downs and its ups While i lie here nothing but A lifeless ordinary contrary In a broken ceramic soul stuck
Find the nearest drop See if i can flly Rely on false hopes Like all those who pulled me through this lie
But they all got weak Fell out and shriveled So im left in this rusted office chair In a constant depart from me swivel.....
its not the whole thing. only 14 ^_^
@MrRawtongue r u on a colab at some point
Hair loss, cleaning, airport, semen, left off, dreaming, get off/
Teardrops streaming upwards into my eyes, cannonball sized, a reason to spit ya lungs out/
Living uncounted, even the shooter starts to run when he hears the gun sound/
Unbounded, running through a battle with a plastic harness and a liquor bottle/
Eating favours that was meant for harvest and desperado/
Dreaming dangers since kindergarten, I tracked and followed/
Be courageous, adrenaline starter, was wearing offensive goggles/
Raping the bias in a lopsided house with a problematic roof/
Fake messiah's coming out of ant hills, Roch Thériault/
Beta tendencies dropping patched soft tissue/
Software saw the issue, obtaining memory that Allah's bomb hit through/
Drinking glock cocktails, lynching lives, tough kill, a land with Sasquatch sightings/
Where child's pour no graffiti like the North Fox Islands/
No need for killer babysitters and milestones lower defeated/
To become one flesh you have to be one with the butcher, while dial tones go and retreat it/
Marriage is a perished fantasy, gone living through it/
So the act is a condition and movement put together by taunting letters/
Bitch keep fleeing until the grave, cause that's how proverbs said it/
You have to open the lid to yo soul to know if you solid/
You have to drown yo kid in some gold to love a golden kid/
Writing gossip in coded ink, realizing the lost repentance of no defense/
A homeless shit with no money, go suffer and vulture that/
Two faced with no fucks on my tail/
Threw up when I saw nicknames shadow my love, on the real/
Fuckin' badass beat!! Btw I am in no way near a fan of "El P"!
^^ German...not the best language rapping. (meine Meinung)