Black Thought & Danger Mouse - Belize (Instrumental)

S/o to DOOM..
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Artist: Black Thought, Danger Mouse
Song: Belize
Producer(s): Danger Mouse
Album: Cheat Codes
Year: 2022
Link: www.dangermous...
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[@nathanielgrant3909]

in one day this guy took a slice from perfection and handed us all a piece, give it up for the goat

[@henryclark1894]

Well said👍

[@SSPSoundz]

@@henryclark1894 very well said!

[@Kinggggggo]

Who are talkin about Thought or DOOM (two goats)

[@jaemillz7145]

This beat is legendary!! A symphony in its own regard

[@jonsense4937]

One of the hardest tracks on the album

[@elliotblake8803]

So many beats on this album are making me think of Wu Tang. I wish I could hear Ghost, Rae, GZA and Deck rip this.

[@phoenixnebula9]

How about it!

[@kjakahawohurbahi6997]

On the album,..... Rae did a song....well not this one but,...... a song just as good if not better.......... depends on your vibration and frequency feel me?

[@mxn9190]

Capadonna 🔥🔥🔥

[@doodleBurgers]

​@@kjakahawohurbahi6997 bro💀

[@kickemindafacestyleson6986]

No wonder cuz if you listen closely, you’ll hear a sampling of You Can’t Stop Me Now..off of Rza’s album Bobby Digital

[@d.jackson2560]

Only real spitters apply 💯🔥

[@drjonesey5]

Soon.

[@TheTwentySecondDegree]

this one is an entire film score

[@98q]

[Intro]
Away from you
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep 'em rolling
On the shoulder like a California highway patrolman
Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman
I'm still in photos, posted with my own omen
A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan
It's something like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan
This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters
Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence
I feel as though it's safe to assume that to the students
And I can prove it to the way me and DOOM do this
You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps
With rap projects in housing developments
Cool the cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's shakin' besides gelatin
News bulletin, I refuse to take the medicine
Fuck a thick skin, I got me a exoskeleton
The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster
Deliver like an obstetrician, but not a doctor
Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords
The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis
Compensated for playing nice, it's optics
Product of The Last Poets and The Watts Prophets
Ahk, stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket
Donezo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket
Catastrophic, supreme microphoners
In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones
Brothers, both components of the close to coldest
Court holders with bars as hard as Angola's
[Bridge]
Away from you
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
DOOM get rude with the dude off chips
The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich
Danger make him groove off a glitch
Made your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch
Always wanted to say that
Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat
The one he often frequently slapped around
All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown
Hated the rap sound
Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped out
Enough to have the game trapped and bound
Scratchin' the crown with the names of lames who yapped the noun
Or verb, for that matter
Had no data for a herb who chat chatter
Oh, Erik Estrada
Fat rat, the mask made him batty as a mad hatter
Known for his absurd word choices
And will ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices
Look, the energy is crazy
Far as he was concerned, the enemy was lazy
Ahem, your attention please
Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese
Before he flees to Belize
In case you forgot to mention, squeeze these
Just keep it on a need-to-know basis
They knew he was a negro, so no need to show faces
Back in the days of no laces
On a slow pace, they used to say he might could go places
Meh, whatever the case is
The card he played was ace of spades, but no races
A spastic, some call loony
When he spit a tune sarcastic as Paul Mooney
[Outro]
Away from you
Away from you

[@jordanmclintock2511]

That was sick bro ngl 👌🏼👌🏼

[@Kiehuva]

If you have good headphones you can be able to hear snare hits far away in the left ear if you listen closely

[@TicTacZakk]

Good ear 🙏🙏

[@tinatseyi]

@@TicTacZakk lol....i couldnt hear the sound until now

[@SirBacon8180]

Driving through the city on a grey and rainy day while this is playing on the speakers hits different

[@olmanams]

You are the don!!! This album has some fire beats 🔥

[@juanmedinahernandez1209]

Took one day you the goat

[@prod.popilization]

i like the glittery effects

[@waxy_7806]

Thank you for uploading this!

[@dailyvideoconsumption]

thank you!

[@TicTacZakk]

Of course!!

[@thekrunchysponge6490]

Bro I want American heartbreak instrumental this beat goes crazy

[@senjudaemon]

Federal duck peace in my mind

[@fschurman1422]

Another good selection. Good day

[@kungfukame896]

I appreciate you for this 💪🏼

[@jkingenglish]

Aquamarine!! marine we want that one

[@ScotlandsBEST]

Ayo I'm on and off it,
Cassius with the switches like its awkward
Fuck socials until they gettin squawk-ed
Thats that Twitter tweets, I chat morbid
What drove them to this place of pure resentment
The evils peak, they done Stace outta sentiment
Said the tastes sweet like sally off the cinnamon
I prefer mine cold, it's revenge when I pocket Mon
I poke at Mon and capture souls like a Pokémon
Why hang?
I'd settle for some pink mink like cam
Maybe burgundy, like the other man
Or create era like the other other man
Float your hand across the meme like it sound like a courtroom fan
Hope I never have testify Bout no T-ify at the T.F.I
When you C-I, I hope eye see I
For what I am, maybe what I'm not, shots
I was good to the core and my shit wouldn't rot
Case you forgot, I got it reem and didn't need a pot
Or a lot, so in comments I'll jot
Or maybe not
Watch the Es Roll in, through continents I'm e bowlin
Like a AR, G, I shot those when it's snowin
Keep it flowin, the younglings growin
Stomach growlin, Hilton prowlin
This demo bangs to shaolin
Gang shit, faces, aces
Drug rhymes need laces
Down by the river, Hannibal in the liver
Half mil schemes when sons a giver
I heard his first catch was rife like a kipper
Catchin hunners, you can call me skipper
Let's get to the hippa, It's the rippa

[@captaindoom1]

Illegal search n seizureeeee?! Runnitttttt👀👀

[@BigO_VintageSoundz]

please do "Aquamarine"

[@Hunter-rh9ko]

I second this, please do "Aquamarine"

[@OvercastWrite41510]

I call counting money "band practice"
God Body Status
Wild west shootouts with warriors and mavericks
So Spartans, prepare for glory, this is madness
Make that wrong left, get patched in your cabbage
+5 damage at average savages
We samurai, with golden guns & Golden eyes
Running for funds, iris on prize
Win? Get spoils
Lose? Columbian neck ties
Known on corners like chicken wings and French fries
Block babies stare you up & down with dead eyes
Paid in full for every dollar they want to somersault
& if you owe credit, ain't nobody else's fault
Excuses? Dead that or else call your pallbearers
& wear something tougher than leather under hooded sweaters
Bc even Billy Badass get shit on by King Kong
& if you ever fumbled the bag, it's cus you ran wrong
Thru it all, We Still Stand Strong
Won't stop fighting til our last man gone
We cope with lose with Qur'ans & sad songs
We each get 15 min, before the swag's gone
Every life lived worth dying for, no regrets
It'll Only Last Forever when.you sing Keith Sweat
Boys out scouting to swiss-cheese a cheap vest
& let your life hang in the balance, like a swing set
Watching from high rises, vets keep bets
On youngsters high-divin before knowing how deep gets
*(Inhale)*
Take deep breaths
It's easy to drown, this game doesn't reset
Controllers blow on cartridges til feet's wet
The Stakes & the Tides rise higher with each step
Silver linings ain't worth shit when you depressed
So bail out with bitcoin before your court recess
If you ain't building nothing, it'll regress
So armor up with Tony Stark on the sheet press
I only need to be Real, not "the best,"
So I wear my heart on my gauntlet til it's beat rest
& my lungs start to fill with toxic gasses
Shit's looking dark, like Riddick without his glasses
School's out, now it's warfare on classes
I'm Rap's Voldemort, bringing magic to the masses
Revolution begins with measures that are drastic
Adjust your antenna to see thru the static
Power To The People or Havoc
Ops get dogwalked like DynoMutt in Reebok Classics

[@ScotlandsBEST]

That's sick bro, love ♥️

[@himoverthere6716]

Makes me want to drown in my sorrows… I fucking love it.

[@ugh..6329]

You ok, dude?

[@himoverthere6716]

@@ugh..6329 Lol yes I’m fine. I probably was drinking when I wrote that.

[@tomosharman1284]

💥👊

[@arathinksclear4546]

This is what a beat is should sound like
Movie shit

[@srshomes5008]

Can u do the first song on the album

[@TicTacZakk]

ua-cam.com/video/K3Rs8GiGDvA/v-deo.html here ya go

[@Hunter-rh9ko]

I solidify words in forms ones never heard,
absurd? Just to out there for weak minds to observe.
I Shatter illusions your witnessing fusion ,
some Iron man heart shit
but its blinding to see it's
magnificent, hypnotic as a pendant
stampeding

[@kumartheory]

[@daStonerKyd]

I've always been sick in the head
Depression always leaves me feelin' sick in the bed
Always feelin' sicken with dread
The villain is stricken with red
Rage, monster bound in a cage
Out-staged, conquer and bounded, no matter the age
Intelligence, scatter ya brain
Brain damage, Marshall Mathers, I'm insane
Image never mattered, Dumile and The Wu eased the pain
A black sheep, that always went against the grain
"Fuck authority! Ya words are boring me!"
Was my mind state, spittin' rhymes is my fate
Reality isn't what you make it
But what you're creatin'
Life'd be overrated, if it wasn't for family
Lovin' energy, from fam builds up my inner being...

[@hankdatank09]

Yo, your lyrics with that beat is stupid fire. You should put it out on yt

[@daStonerKyd]

@@hankdatank09 thanks bro

[@DazSumner1]

Agreed

[@Kennedys_Korner]

Actually really good. Rhyming "authority" to boring me" is fire af

[@mfdoomnyc1471]

Awayy from youuuuu

[@kincamell]

Yes Yes
Ps this is that ish.

[@frank_intihar2065]

0:18

[@presidentofptown]

What is the voice sample saying?

[@kalosbeats]

"Away from you"

[@kevinbacon3115]

Is the company lethal? Or is the company I'm keeping lethal because every time I confront a brother his whole personality is see through
Creep like the bracken through the corridors that are blackened
A wanderer alone lookin for loot to be stashing

[@francescorinaudo6460]

ho una miniera di dubbi come Ciaula,
mi ancora a terra la bella Ana de Armas,
la Luna mi sembra più lontana
mi sento una forma estranea che scalcia e gnaula
mi osservo da fuori, quando sono in aula
la mente si innalza e la realtà evapora
vorrei solo chiudermi in camera, in una Canada, in una Tasmania sulla mappa
fallirà, questo mio proposito, è un Cosimo di rondò ma a metà, un idealismo, un art attack
mi aspetterà, fuori dal portone, nel suo splendore, la realtà dei frac, e delle cravatte e se jon le indossi dove vai?
senza mazzette, fuori ti estinguerai anche se correrai
in questo immenso inferno, nel via vai, vai a puntare sul terno, cus you have to roll the dice
se mi incontrano per strada, volgono gli occhi al cielo, mi chiedono ma come fai a restare ancora in piedi? Ti sappiamo pessimista, dagli sterili pensieri; rispondo, senza questi, sarei già stato uno degli zeri
e ieri
mi sarei ucciso
e ieri mi sarei ucciso, assuefatto a chi punta il dito, chi mostra un doppio viso, e a te non quello inviso
quando la realtà sembra Risiko, e il fisico un abito rattrappito, un gomitolo
avrei chinato il capo a quello che dicono, abbandonato questo doloroso stato stitico, mi uccidono, solo perché sono tisico e non uccido
non vorrei consumare carne, cibarmi di cibarie che poi sono vite umane, umane nel senso che sono coscienti e sentono, il mio godimento non può venire da un fegato, da uno scheletro acefalo
così non li guardi negli occhi, lì tratti come porri, come spore, non siamo sciocchi ma pavidi, abbiamo cambiato abilti, ma manca poco, ora sono morte distruttore di mondi
macchiatomi degli atti più immondi, sono l'uomo
questi polli rincorrono I grandi opinionisti, quattro colti, cambiano opinione ai minimi oboli, Blondie, Blonde dalle casse, I miei pianti ai loro tornaconti
ritorno sulla via maestra del discorso, un nodo scorsoio ho scorso laggiù in fondo, che il mondo non era da cambiare, nemmeno un radicale può poi rivoluzionare
quindi ci aspettava nulla se non soffrire
e allora mi uccido, chiedo a Dio, lui non dice
o vivere come loro, o restar solo nel mio tesoro, o ancora uccidersi, toccare l'oro
ma cosa verrà dopo? la morte è il continente da cui i messi non tornano; Amleto ha già trovato il bandolo, io dietro a un pendolo, le cui pene anche se penose conosco mi circondano
e alla fine amo tante persone
di cui conosco i nomi, e anche nella fumera insieme siam più forti, la disperazione si può alleviare solo con timidi sogni