When I hear this track I’m instantly put back in the 90’s when I was little in Queens. It’s the summer at sunset, with a balmy breeze, my pops is hanging out with is boys on the project bench, the NYPD is wailing down the street , buses are passing by , the smell of charcoal and bbq is in the air , and I’m riding my bike around Pomonok Playground… this gives you a hauntingly vivid image of what life was like for a black man and family back in NYC in the 90’s
This Beat makes me feel like I’m in a subway station somewhere in late 80s/early 90s Brooklyn with a shady dude and a cop over there, just waiting until the breeze of the train coming goes through my legs, entering the train it looks like a art gallery but I just stay there, just looking at the dark tunnel, wondering what hides in those tracks, as soon I get out the subway, I go through some familiar streets, until I finally reach home.
Nice. For me it's like chilling on the porch one last time with your homie having a deep convo randomly (unusually suddenly) reminiscing and you got a strange feeling before he leaves. Then you get "that" call later on at 2.am about your friend that was shot and killed that same night .
YESSSSSS!!! I love it because it's not aggresive like an eye for an eye or Ny state of mind eerie, it's more so gives the vibe of ... "Yosomething something bad is coming , I just won't what it is yet till it comes "
sounds like the soundtrack to being a sad kid skipping class because of anxiety and just looking vaguely into the streets, crashing your eyes against a strange kind of beauty found within urban decay and quiet hopelesness, reminiscing about melancholic moments and accumulated stress, reflecting about life, meaning and emotions then finding some friends that help you vent and hug you or at least stand by your side while you whisper
One of the best songs ever, but the best part of this song is this part: Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'm ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
That's a whole scene from the movie Belly. Oh, and the album came out first... What other rapper painted a picture so vivid that they used his bars as a scene in a movie? GOATism
In deed. 1993 when he recorded this dope track. ++Gem verse ++ “ so stay civilized Time flies, though incarcerated ya’ mind dies I hate it when your moms cries”. Brilliant! I was not thinking like this young man when I was in my late teens to 20’s. Nas was meant to be.
@@someonesomeone7423 100 percent. his snares always hit like a train on steroids. sp1200s and analog mixing boards always gonna make a bang for sure....
Dizzy Makavelli He took the sample from a vinyl record and looped it onto a cassette tape...he pressed record each time the loop started and pressed pause each time the loop ended, then he rewinded the vinyl back to the start of the loop...and he repeated that until he had a long instrumental loop.
@@KardiFan2000 I made a research... This method requires incredible skills... Dudes with high quality studios can't make a beat like this. Q tip is a beast!
you can kinda hear some lag..but it's like on-off-on-beat..idk, if you make beats in a DAW nowdays you'd kill for the timing he got on this. Pure skill/talent Apparently he spent his whole childhood fuckin with pause tapes so this was yeeears in the making
this be my favorite song off this cd, i bought this disc back in december, i was so surprised to see it in the shelve, so i just took it and bought it, this is a lirycal masterpiece right here, one of the 500 greatest albums of all time baby. nas killin it, sick beat, awesome rhymes.
Yooo these fools trippin hip hop’s been dead, every year new artists rise worse and worse, even the ok dudes be using the same rhyme for a whole ass verse. And every damn rap song now has that lame ass clicking noise now.
Mr. Williams watching Drink Champs with Tribe right now and when this song came up in the conversation, I realized I had every instrumental from illmatic except this one. So Here I Iz! #Fire
one love love is a strong word with four letters, i’ve wrote more letters, trynna bring you warmth i brought you more sweaters,but i can see the love you once gave fade away, everyday its less and less it doesn’t feel the same but me i still feel this way. i mean how could it be ? it seemed so complete i feel like i heave to compete to make our ends meet. but then i thought deeply.
i cant tell ya how happy i am that the instrumental for my favorite song has a rapped story about my favorite movie ever for both top comments... some things are just meant to be
urban metropolitan alienation steel wagons on wheels through the nation movin around with no aim or purpose that's what I found in this huge open-air compound
one love, one blood, one soul/ roll that love up, blunts just enough to flow// laid back, livin life, smokin weed, writin raps/ wrappin gifts, givin daps, straight crack, prison bath-// room, i dont drop it, even when the beat drops/ i stay hot, and plot to fake rocks// pushing pyrite, i dont wanna spread addiction/ playing pyro, arson committing accepting conviction// i got a rhythm up in me and a semi in my pocket/ with the rocks in the bag, leprechaun hustle swag// fools gold, now who'll flow
Aye YO fist-fearless....a big thumbs up! Let's break it down for the sum up!... The rap game got dumbed up! It made me smile read'n your verse on the come up! When my pen bleeds I proceed to give the track what it needs Pure facts and my minds on track To stay true to the wax and plot pure facts Let's school the readers As this track bless the speakers The "ball" (is) in your court an' it aint' about the sneakers
[Verse 1: Nas] What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged-plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together? If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove (One what?) One love! [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love
Yo took a break so I could rake Knowledge for my mind I came to shine The light upon the darkness bring life to a carcass Cuz everything things dead in the earthly heads Walking around hearts to the ground I can hear nature sounds Dancin' to the wind patterns inhaled the gases from Saturn It was a pipe dream and things ain't what it seems Once I took a trip up stream I redeemed My consciousness of reality in actuality It was hard for me to shake this fantasy Called life it's a paradox like pushing rocks then get lock up for makin' profits Money in balls of knots sleepin' on rot cots No pillow say hello to my barrel I be a street general referred as the Pharoah tryna save the souls of my people's Times is evil soon to see a revival ain't no Bible Gone save the corruption of the state humanity at stake bombs on break Just waitin' to Korea's fate never to late To flip the pyschology they embrace with the ology I learn prophecy Trough painful nightmares and there I stare like a shadows glare Darkness in a lonely room where all the most hidden pains consomes With what one luv
What. No, I just put the album together, as in there is no Illmatic Instrumental album. I put all the instrumetals together and called it Ilmatic Instrumentals, plus I remade The Genesis (intro) in an instrumental form, as well as One Time 4 Your Mind, since their instrumentals don't exist
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world, thinkin' "How can we exist through the facts?" Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin' A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rollin' two phillies together: in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce." He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these benches Where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him ‘Cause when the pistol blows The one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul Only 12, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
@@beatsbybutch8154 what do you mean "only"?If he produced this it means he created the whole musical track. So he is the only reason this song was born as it is.
I told my brother a while back that I didn't like Nas' instrumentals...but for some reason I'm finding out that some of his beats are some of the dopest being.....like this one is like a real song instrumental....feel me?
I celebrate that I made it thus far, breaking down the door with a chainsaw flagrant and raw, all we are, making what we can of it, some take to drink while others take to cannabis, schemin on a dream, tryin to make a plan of it, figure out the difference between meaning and then having it, grabbin at the straws, feels like grabbin at the stars, pawin at my iPhone listening to nas
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should have slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flipping, talking 'bout he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? (One love)
It ain't no Love i take flight like a Dove/in my mind just beatin' time kickin' rhymes/about Reality but Life's a Bitch im married To/only way i Can Divorce is through the Fatal Way/What's the Happy in that? i keep a Hot Gat/cuz suckas be yearning tryna make into a Steerin' Wheel/and turn me into another Direction but they ain't fuckin' me with that Indoctrination/Education failed me so the Drugs came to Me/on MLK and Alberta from Houston nothin' but HigH Rollas/went from drivin' a Gold Acura now im pushin' a Beamer 7 a 2 quarters Slaughter/the competition on the Streets suckas be walkin' with Water under they Feet/cuz ya know they Slippin' Set Trippin' yo Inf load the Clip In/and let the Bullets riddle through ya Body like you catchin' the Holy Ghost/ i smoke the Most til im faded out no Doubt/i know i done alot Wrong in my Lifetime/and soon to me my Downfall/Feds tryna get me to fall/into their trap but im too Intelligent/i graduated with Honors from the School of Hard Knocks/knockin' boots became a 9 to 5 live/every monday through sunday was always a Gun Play/we don't have murals on our Subway/cuz we ain't got one but i know that verse was Irrelevant im never Hesitant/to get the Money its Always Sunny/in the Streets of the H theres always a dead body in the Ditch/Snitches hide in the Dark but like a Spark/to a Blunt we gone set they ass on Fire/and Make 'em Expire and we stillpackin' Slugs/givin' a Shout out to my Thugs with one what?/ one Luv???? yo
Yosef Amaryahu i been writing shit for this for a minute and my first lines kill yo shit just look I wont sleep later/ probably control spot with pen and paper/ co-ops operational/ we loop thought in rhythmic theta/
@@tenebraemali1970 that’s your problem, you’re invested in the mainstream and believe that’s the only type of rap music put out nowadays. but there’s a whole underground scene of flawless music, including beats that are better or just as good as this one.
@@oddtoddlers47 no im not an oldhead. i was just being ignorant and i apologize. there are a few acts that are around now that i fw. i shouldn’t generalize like that.
Dear O, You already know how the story go, cops raided his momma crib kicking through the front do- little JQ watchin, as they take a hood hero, doing all those hits but he ended up on zero, Tyrone, R.I.P, your son is grown, when the opps got you, your brothers took him in and showed him home, In the towers, right by where we layed your flowers, I swear all of these cowards gonna pay for what they did to ours, Zay, what can I say that shit hit hard, you know the hood still hold you in high regard, U was a legend, a brave heart, J had to take part, when the massacres began, by the time may starts, The game is ours- The game was his, till the cops took him now he gone in the obyss), Just like M never to pick that mask up again, him and his twin, would straight decapitate you like Anne Boleyn, Hold tight all the OGs time will tell, We carry on your legacy while u trapped up in Cell, or fell But we won’t forget cos Northside will prevail. The legacy is in tale-
I'm givin' mad respect to a very few elect My written scriptures is a product of my intellect No disrespect to the rap names I didn't elect .....but when it comes to potent paragraphs? there's a few select I'm infested with tight stats, right facts an' bomb raps My (birth) certificate burns human flesh on contact The fearless fist has spoken A lyrical gem.....a genius....raps golden token Keep the hot lines comin....twizz doc got cha open
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin' on The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin' That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurtin' somethin' Word to mother, I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your Glock And now they run together - what up, son? Whatever Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it lowkey So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love
0:20 I reimagine everything in my notes Just another written imaginary world that I wrote, I imagine everything from cars to jewelry And no one gets caught up in Theft and foolery, I imagine all the projects not being torn up- And seeing we improve from our history that we grew up- With! And listen: Not every hood gets caught up in the system- not every ‘murdering’ muthafucka gets put into prison. 0:41 So what it is- What you be? Who you want to be? you wanna be ‘notha’ dead muthafucka for us to see? Yeah! I know what it is: It’s death in New York, It’s death out in Queens- and niggaz have triggers to squeeze- So we get rid of everything from a life to another life so we can take more of that: sweet-sweet-honey-honey breeze!! And by all necessary means: You have to get so much Cream so your value of yourself won’t bring any unnecessary things. I’m not duh-uh-un, Your not a very great one But I guess it’s the type to put yourself behind your sons, I beg to differ- Big ups to Q-Tip! Big ups to Nas! And show em that thing you say: (One What?!) One love.
for all people from far up to here ,be aware of the illtime spend ,myself i dont need much but dollars and sense,when the time comes,be voted for president,on the times id be talkin descent ,descret and be reachin out for luv,for the friends in the struggle tryin to clutch on above,makin hard times for the better,whatever it takes son ,fuck it son just work together
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When I hear this track I’m instantly put back in the 90’s when I was little in Queens. It’s the summer at sunset, with a balmy breeze, my pops is hanging out with is boys on the project bench, the NYPD is wailing down the street , buses are passing by , the smell of charcoal and bbq is in the air , and I’m riding my bike around Pomonok Playground… this gives you a hauntingly vivid image of what life was like for a black man and family back in NYC in the 90’s
Man you really know how to paint a picture
🔥🔥
The 90s was crazy but also had so many good times. D.C. was so different then
@@dredmondo I’m actually writing a book. Hopefully I can get it published.
Flushing
This Beat makes me feel like I’m in a subway station somewhere in late 80s/early 90s Brooklyn with a shady dude and a cop over there, just waiting until the breeze of the train coming goes through my legs, entering the train it looks like a art gallery but I just stay there, just looking at the dark tunnel, wondering what hides in those tracks, as soon I get out the subway, I go through some familiar streets, until I finally reach home.
Nice. For me it's like chilling on the porch one last time with your homie having a deep convo randomly (unusually suddenly) reminiscing and you got a strange feeling before he leaves. Then you get "that" call later on at 2.am about your friend that was shot and killed that same night .
Yooo this beat is sooo eerie, its crazy, hypnotic in a way.
YESSSSSS!!! I love it because it's not aggresive like an eye for an eye or Ny state of mind eerie, it's more so gives the vibe of ...
"Yosomething something bad is coming , I just won't what it is yet till it comes "
That mystic shit
sounds like the soundtrack to being a sad kid skipping class because of anxiety and just looking vaguely into the streets, crashing your eyes against a strange kind of beauty found within urban decay and quiet hopelesness, reminiscing about melancholic moments and accumulated stress, reflecting about life, meaning and emotions then finding some friends that help you vent and hug you or at least stand by your side while you whisper
One of the best songs ever, but the best part of this song is this part:
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'm ghost, I broze
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
coolreem
No doubt my brother no doubt.
The rhyme schemes were crazy on that 3rd verse. Top 10 hip-hop verses of all time imo.
That's a whole scene from the movie Belly.
Oh, and the album came out first... What other rapper painted a picture so vivid that they used his bars as a scene in a movie?
GOATism
17-19!!
In deed. 1993 when he recorded this dope track. ++Gem verse ++
“ so stay civilized
Time flies, though incarcerated ya’ mind dies
I hate it when your moms cries”. Brilliant!
I was not thinking like this young man when I was in my late teens to 20’s.
Nas was meant to be.
if Q tip did nothing with quest, he'd still be a legend for this beat alone
I would’ve loved to see a Nas/Tip duo, greatest thing to ever hit the records, I think they’d pass up Gang Starr.
Hit and Nas
that snare is bananas...
what
+Cratediggin L crazy
I think this is Q-tip’s specialty.
@@someonesomeone7423 100 percent. his snares always hit like a train on steroids. sp1200s and analog mixing boards always gonna make a bang for sure....
The reverb and delay. Fire!
The Abstract is genius for sampling The Heath Brothers Smilin Billy Suite Part 2!!
Probably one of the smoothest instrumentals ever created
One of the best and most unique beats ever made! 💯 🔥 🔥
The best instrumental of all time (in my opinion)😭🔥
if this was elevator music everybody be carrying notepads on the e
Word
Breyon Thomas Word...
If this shit was indeed elevator music, I'd enjoy the ride up or down while it lasts...
Actually i think it would make a great "please hold" background beat. Only in a perfect world will the elevator and operator music be some classic nas
If a fire started I would still take the elevator. Worth the risk.
May be the best beat ever.
might be
***** What about It Aint Hard To Tell?
Edward Gore might be
Edward Gore
You right. Emphasis on the word might in my comment. Ha classic.
Lil Ze to me bro its definately the best when i first listened to the song i was speachless...
I said it before...I'll say it again...This is the dopest and realest album cover of All Time.....NYC......Project life.....
One of the coldest beats youll ever hear
"NUMBER 3 TOP BEAT OF ALL TIME"
Listen to all the little accents in the acoustic bass and piano behind the main marimba melody. They are so perfectly placed
that's a MARIMBA not a xylophone
@@chipwilliams6236 fixed 👍
the fact that tip pause taped this is crazy..
Boo York What do you mean? He paused the beat live?
Dizzy Makavelli He took the sample from a vinyl record and looped it onto a cassette tape...he pressed record each time the loop started and pressed pause each time the loop ended, then he rewinded the vinyl back to the start of the loop...and he repeated that until he had a long instrumental loop.
@@KardiFan2000 I made a research... This method requires incredible skills... Dudes with high quality studios can't make a beat like this.
Q tip is a beast!
you can kinda hear some lag..but it's like on-off-on-beat..idk, if you make beats in a DAW nowdays you'd kill for the timing he got on this. Pure skill/talent
Apparently he spent his whole childhood fuckin with pause tapes so this was yeeears in the making
Holy shit, no way. Fr that’s impressive as hell
The catchy baseline is what caught my ear plus the soft bells that are hypnotic
By : Q-TIP
Seriously though Why is q tip not mentioned at all hahahah
this be my favorite song off this cd, i bought this disc back in december, i was so surprised to see it in the shelve, so i just took it and bought it, this is a lirycal masterpiece right here, one of the 500 greatest albums of all time baby. nas killin it, sick beat, awesome rhymes.
Q-Tip is a genius!
So smooth that I can drink a glass of lemonade to this... 💯🍋
This is before they killed Hip Hop. The memories seem endless. I miss the 90's. What a glorious time it was.
Peace
Shah
Hiphop ain't dead yet
Hip hop ain't dead what are you talking about?
Have you listened to To Pimp a Butterfly by Kendrick Lamar? It can definitely contend with this album.
Yooo these fools trippin hip hop’s been dead, every year new artists rise worse and worse, even the ok dudes be using the same rhyme for a whole ass verse. And every damn rap song now has that lame ass clicking noise now.
Hip hop died around 2007
q-tip
T. Price Q-Tip don't get a lot of love for his production
Mr. Williams watching Drink Champs with Tribe right now and when this song came up in the conversation, I realized I had every instrumental from illmatic except this one. So Here I Iz!
#Fire
Q-TIP was found due to the verdict not guilty of making a killer , murderous beat like this for Nas .
25 to life right there
@@richardwere4487 LOL, good one .
one love
love is a strong word with four letters, i’ve wrote more letters, trynna bring you warmth i brought you more sweaters,but i can see the love you once gave fade away, everyday its less and less it doesn’t feel the same but me i still feel this way. i mean how could it be ? it seemed so complete i feel like i heave to compete to make our ends meet. but then i thought deeply.
Tite.
Q tip is a monster 🔥
i cant tell ya how happy i am that the instrumental for my favorite song has a rapped story about my favorite movie ever for both top comments... some things are just meant to be
💚🎵Luvleh how we say it in manny🇬🇧 here in ‘23 til Infinity♾️
Wrote for my first time ever to this at 15 years old. 2008 BaltimoreMD! Nasty the illest forever. Been in love ever since HURD. 1love
one of my favourite instrumentals ever :D
this beats is beautiful
That xylophone is dope...
One of the illest album of all time that revolutionize the whole hiphop scene
Producer: Q-Tip
I can listen to this during rainy weather
Peace to Q-tip. nice beat
Absolute Magnificence
you gimmie a cigarette God
I love this instrumental i dont know why it sounds kinda sad
urban metropolitan alienation steel wagons on wheels through the nation movin around with no aim or purpose that's what I found in this huge open-air compound
one of the greastest beats of all time.
who knew a simple sample loop and some drums would be this good.
That "simple sample loop" has 3 instruments in it...4 if you include the drums
simple is good, he used a good part of the track and made a masterpiece
Got to re-do this for 2013!!!!!! bring that real hip hop back which ppl my age miss so much!
one love, one blood, one soul/
roll that love up, blunts just enough to flow//
laid back, livin life, smokin weed, writin raps/
wrappin gifts, givin daps, straight crack, prison bath-//
room, i dont drop it, even when the beat drops/
i stay hot, and plot to fake rocks//
pushing pyrite, i dont wanna spread addiction/
playing pyro, arson committing accepting conviction//
i got a rhythm up in me and a semi in my pocket/
with the rocks in the bag, leprechaun hustle swag//
fools gold, now who'll flow
Aye YO fist-fearless....a big thumbs up!
Let's break it down for the sum up!...
The rap game got dumbed up!
It made me smile read'n your verse on the come up!
When my pen bleeds I proceed to give the track what it needs
Pure facts and my minds on track
To stay true to the wax and plot pure facts
Let's school the readers
As this track bless the speakers
The "ball" (is) in your court an' it aint' about the sneakers
one love para todos los que luchan por sus sueños!!
good music when driving or chillin at home when its raining outside
[Verse 1: Nas]
What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done
Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son
I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough
He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
It's bugged-plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime
Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's
And night time is more trife than ever
What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?
If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove
(One what?) One love!
[Hook: Q-Tip]
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
Thank
Yo took a break so I could rake
Knowledge for my mind I came to shine
The light upon the darkness bring life to a carcass
Cuz everything things dead in the earthly heads
Walking around hearts to the ground I can hear nature sounds
Dancin' to the wind patterns inhaled the gases from Saturn
It was a pipe dream and things ain't what it seems
Once I took a trip up stream I redeemed
My consciousness of reality in actuality
It was hard for me to shake this fantasy
Called life it's a paradox like pushing rocks then get lock up for makin' profits
Money in balls of knots sleepin' on rot cots
No pillow say hello to my barrel I be a street general referred as the Pharoah tryna save the souls of my people's
Times is evil soon to see a revival ain't no Bible
Gone save the corruption of the state humanity at stake bombs on break
Just waitin' to Korea's fate never to late
To flip the pyschology they embrace with the ology I learn prophecy
Trough painful nightmares and there I stare like a shadows glare
Darkness in a lonely room where all the most hidden pains consomes
With what one luv
What. No, I just put the album together, as in there is no Illmatic Instrumental album. I put all the instrumetals together and called it Ilmatic Instrumentals, plus I remade The Genesis (intro) in an instrumental form, as well as One Time 4 Your Mind, since their instrumentals don't exist
12 years ago and still relevant, good work.
yeah his dad is a Jazz artist, he's the one that did the cornet ending to Life's A Bitch.
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world, thinkin'
"How can we exist through the facts?"
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the weekend
Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin'
A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible
Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
Rollin' two phillies together: in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops
He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce."
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches
Where he pumped his loose cracks
I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
‘Cause when the pistol blows
The one that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up
At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul
Only 12, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes
Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
Didn't Q-TIP make this...
yea
yessir
Yes but he only produced it
BeatsByButch he also sang the hook
@@beatsbybutch8154 what do you mean "only"?If he produced this it means he created the whole musical track. So he is the only reason this song was born as it is.
REST IN PEACE UNCLE MEFI.ONE LOVE
@Jrbeats5 Yup. He is interpolating Whodini's One Love chorus
Q tip produced this????????????
yeah
I told my brother a while back that I didn't like Nas' instrumentals...but for some reason I'm finding out that some of his beats are some of the dopest being.....like this one is like a real song instrumental....feel me?
Most of Nas’ beats don’t hit the same after illmatic.
Banger !!! Nasir
mean beat.......
stinky funky track
I like it because it's relaxing and mellow
Best word play ever
Q tip in my top 5 best producers of ALL TIME! I mean come on!!!
Q tip u sick foe dis one
When you start singing the song to the instrumental.
Best snare ever
you remade this? it sounds so much like the original...you're sick kid!
I celebrate that I made it thus far, breaking down the door with a chainsaw flagrant and raw, all we are, making what we can of it, some take to drink while others take to cannabis, schemin on a dream, tryin to make a plan of it, figure out the difference between meaning and then having it, grabbin at the straws, feels like grabbin at the stars, pawin at my iPhone listening to nas
De mis favoritos ! 😎
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should have slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations, you know you got a son
I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flipping, talking 'bout he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
And night time is more trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? (One love)
It ain't no Love i take flight like a Dove/in my mind just beatin' time kickin' rhymes/about Reality but Life's a Bitch im married To/only way i Can Divorce is through the Fatal Way/What's the Happy in that? i keep a Hot Gat/cuz suckas be yearning tryna make into a Steerin' Wheel/and turn me into another Direction but they ain't fuckin' me with that Indoctrination/Education failed me so the Drugs came to Me/on MLK and Alberta from Houston nothin' but HigH Rollas/went from drivin' a Gold Acura now im pushin' a Beamer 7 a 2 quarters Slaughter/the competition on the Streets suckas be walkin' with Water under they Feet/cuz ya know they Slippin' Set Trippin' yo Inf load the Clip In/and let the Bullets riddle through ya Body like you catchin' the Holy Ghost/ i smoke the Most til im faded out no Doubt/i know i done alot Wrong in my Lifetime/and soon to me my Downfall/Feds tryna get me to fall/into their trap but im too Intelligent/i graduated with Honors from the School of Hard Knocks/knockin' boots became a 9 to 5 live/every monday through sunday was always a Gun Play/we don't have murals on our Subway/cuz we ain't got one but i know that verse was Irrelevant im never Hesitant/to get the Money its Always Sunny/in the Streets of the H theres always a dead body in the Ditch/Snitches hide in the Dark but like a Spark/to a Blunt we gone set they ass on Fire/and Make 'em Expire and we stillpackin' Slugs/givin' a Shout out to my Thugs with one what?/ one Luv???? yo
Yosef Amaryahu godamn bro
Yosef Amaryahu that shit was teriible da fuck
Yosef Amaryahu i been writing shit for this for a minute and my first lines kill yo shit just look
I wont sleep later/
probably control spot with pen and paper/
co-ops operational/
we loop thought in rhythmic theta/
Dylan q yea yea blah blah
Q-Tip!
Why they can't make cool beat like this any more?
you sleep
@@oddtoddlers47 mainstream artists do not have beats that are this unique, bouncy, and timeless. the mainstream acts get old fast this stay pretty.
@@tenebraemali1970 that’s your problem, you’re invested in the mainstream and believe that’s the only type of rap music put out nowadays. but there’s a whole underground scene of flawless music, including beats that are better or just as good as this one.
@@tenebraemali1970 billy woods, rome streetz, mach hommy, the alchemist, boldy james, roc marciano, navy blue, mike, westside gunn, freddie gibbs,
@@oddtoddlers47 no im not an oldhead. i was just being ignorant and i apologize. there are a few acts that are around now that i fw. i shouldn’t generalize like that.
Dear O, You already know how the story go, cops raided his momma crib kicking through the front do-
little JQ watchin, as they take a hood hero, doing all those hits but he ended up on zero, Tyrone,
R.I.P, your son is grown, when the opps got you, your brothers took him in and showed him home,
In the towers, right by where we layed your flowers,
I swear all of these cowards gonna pay for what they did to ours,
Zay,
what can I say that shit hit hard, you know the hood still hold you in high regard,
U was a legend, a brave heart,
J had to take part, when the massacres began, by the time may starts,
The game is ours- The game was his,
till the cops took him now he gone in the obyss), Just like M never to pick that mask up again, him and his twin, would straight decapitate you like Anne Boleyn,
Hold tight all the OGs time will tell,
We carry on your legacy while u trapped up in Cell, or fell
But we won’t forget cos Northside will prevail.
The legacy is in tale-
show love spread love show love spread love
GOAT youtube comment freestyle
I'm givin' mad respect to a very few elect
My written scriptures is a product of my intellect
No disrespect to the rap names I didn't elect
.....but when it comes to potent paragraphs? there's a few select
I'm infested with tight stats, right facts an' bomb raps
My (birth) certificate burns human flesh on contact
The fearless fist has spoken
A lyrical gem.....a genius....raps golden token
Keep the hot lines comin....twizz doc got cha open
Q-Tip BEAST
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shit is goin' on
The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin'
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'
That nigga you shot last year tried to appear
Like he hurtin' somethin'
Word to mother, I heard him frontin'
And he be pumpin' on your block
Your man gave him your Glock
And now they run together - what up, son? Whatever
Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece
Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira
Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours
On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it lowkey
So stay civilized, time flies
Though incarcerated your mind dies
I hate it when your moms cries
It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala
I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love
Good looking on this instrumental
@pmayon2 It's under the video (click the arrows to expand and see it)
this sound like some 1930s black mafia shit 1000
0:20
I reimagine everything in my notes
Just another written imaginary world that I wrote,
I imagine everything from cars to jewelry
And no one gets caught up in Theft and foolery,
I imagine all the projects not being torn up-
And seeing we improve from our history that we grew up-
With!
And listen:
Not every hood gets caught up in the system-
not every ‘murdering’
muthafucka gets put into prison.
0:41
So what it is-
What you be?
Who you want to be?
you wanna be ‘notha’
dead muthafucka for us to see?
Yeah!
I know what it is:
It’s death in New York,
It’s death out in Queens-
and niggaz have triggers to squeeze-
So we get rid of everything from a life to another life so we can take more of that:
sweet-sweet-honey-honey breeze!!
And by all necessary means:
You have to get so much Cream so your value of yourself won’t bring any unnecessary things.
I’m not duh-uh-un,
Your not a very great one
But I guess it’s the type to put yourself behind your sons,
I beg to differ-
Big ups to Q-Tip!
Big ups to Nas!
And show em that thing you say:
(One What?!)
One love.
Walking in a suit, this is a swag song either in Tokyo or downtown Lagos....
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - PHM - One Love - Nasir Jones [Produced By Q-Tip] [Year: 1994] [Album: Illmatic] [Official Music Video] [Explicit]
...one love one love one love one love.......
Just remember the kid you see in this picture destroyed ripped this beat 🔥🎤
Even though this was first I've always preferred 'Redman - Soopaman Luva 3' in terms of use of this sample
see the streets had me stressed something terrible
I had a pet rat named Pat
And I had a cat named Hat
The cat ate the rat
The Cat got fat
I beat the cat to death with a bat
One Love
Truly a tragic tale 😞🙏
This is how I Rap
Yup
R. I. P Hat $ Pat... QB tales fr fr fr 😆😆
Thats deep bro :(
Lovely
Film noir meets hip hop
Who here is from Staten Island?
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
brought me back to 2003
This takes me back to the real urban street life of nyc of the mid 90's
for all people from far up to here ,be aware of the illtime spend ,myself i dont need much but dollars and sense,when the time comes,be voted for president,on the times id be talkin descent ,descret and be reachin out for luv,for the friends in the struggle tryin to clutch on above,makin hard times for the better,whatever it takes son ,fuck it son just work together
Eargasm
Niggas dont write bars in the comments anymore???!!!! Damn shit changed.
Takes you back to Africa.
this beat is fire, I live in brazilian NY - São Paulo, and it looks like thr city in an instrumental. Check out “Vida loka part 2 instrumental” also
M.Y.K.E FOREVER
What up Kid, I know shit is rough doin ya bid, when the cops came ya shoulda slid to my crib...