Earl Sweatshirt & Black Noi$e - 2010 (Instrumental)
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- Опубліковано 18 жов 2024
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Artist: Earl Sweatshirt
Song: 2010
Producer(s): Black Noi$e
Album: Sick!
Year: 2022
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Walked outside, it was still gorgeous
!!!!!
Dude shoulda stayed inside in hiding instead of keep releasing non insured projects
this instrumental makes me travel to another world.
Sweet..
Saaame
of course black noise produced this, one of my favs!
Black noise been w the possy
I'm mad asf that I'm only now discovering him, damn he's crazy
How does this man make such unique, beautiful, and memorable beats so consistently???
Earl didnt make the beat bro
@@Eeter26 he right tho earl sage elesser black noise al it don't matter they all make amazing instrumentals
@@Alumadaybro called navy by his government name 😭
crescent moon winked, when i blinked it was gone
Drumroll and here go my lil entrance
gung ho im the one that go get it
@@exprired 5-Os on me like the Olympics
@@Ohithinktheylikegi pure gold something told me don't mix it
When the mood change, ima poker face em
Idk why but this beat feels like I’m holding all 7 Dragon balls 🐉
this beat makes me feel like im the silver surfer
@@josiahdavis1565 Ohhh that’s a good one!!
Oh my goddd😂
i love how y’all dropped y’all favorite bars from the song in the comments 🔥
cozy with the East Africans up North!
It’s about drive it’s about power we stay hungry we devour put in the work put in the hours and take Whats ours
bruh 😭
THAT SHIT BE BOOOMIN
Om you quick asf
And i never looked back when i wrote Soil
cause everytime i did it would hurt more
"Five O's on me like the Olympics"
Walked outside seent the fiends foraging
Always had a big dream need to work towards it
Clouds dribble as I scrible pen sum gorgeous
Death all we promised an I just want more this.
fire
This sounds like it's from an anime opening and I cant get the name
Crescent moon wink but when I blink it was gone.
This is night embodied
yessssssiirr!!
Story stayed the same it was never made up, threw me loose change look at what I made of it...
Crescent moon winked when I blinked it was gone
Drumroll, here go my little entrance
the goat
Left the crib smacked; no sheath on the sword…
Made it by the skin of my teeth, THANK GOD 🙏🏼
Tryna get a bigger bag for the cohort
IMA NEED A BIGGER BAG FOR THE COHORT
yessirrr
I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort
Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs
Bet that, head crack, blunt force
Cozy with the east Africans up north
Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law
Crescent moon wink, when I blinked, it was gone
Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God
'03, momma rockin' Liz Claiborne
Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs
Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off
Long way to go, we already came far
Story stayed the same, it was never made up
Threw me loose change, look at what I made of it
When the mood change I'ma poker face 'em
It's a new day, who got all the aces?
Who be foldin' late? Who know when to play dead?
Who sit up straight when the roof caved in?
Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it
Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen
Cup runneth over the brim
Bust open, there's no closin' the lid
Drum roll, here go my lil' entrance
Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it
Five O's on me like the Olympics
Pure gold, somethin' told me don't mix it
Caught a feelin', momma had me out temptin'
Not religious, we was really out Philly
Livin' on the fly tryna wing it
We got us a fire to rekindle
Redirect the fight where it's meant for
Triumph over plight and immense loss
Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts
Caught a couple slights and I veered off
Saw another height, had my ears poppin'
Walked outside, it was still gorgeous
Sharp incisors reveal slowly
In a dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
Uh, niggas still drummin'
Foot shook ground when I stepped on it
Didn't look back when I broke soil
'Cause every time I did, it would hurt more
In a dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
And I didn't look back when I broke soil
'Cause every time I did, it would hurt more
Alright
He's such a poet fr
a God wrote that .
Another beat that sounds similar to this one is called “Million miles away” by 14 kt
ooo
I hear it for sure, that cool little melody in the background
walked outside and still gorgeous
I need this .. he made this diss you gmfu
sheeesh
Bro no way you made this
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
foot shook ground when i stepped on it
I'm gone drop a freestyle to this 🔥
Cause every time i did, it would hurt more
Shout out to you Zakk
thanks mate
gung ho im the one to go get it!
Imma need a bigger bag for the cohort
Running from the drink
Stopped, seen money in the bank
Numbing nothing, still struggle with the pain
On go like somethin in the tank
War Drumming, more humming
More shrooms get eaten by the lake
Need a conscious break, let my ego wash away
World on fire, see the evil come to stay
Ripples on the water when Beatles start to play
Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs🔥
anyone know where I can find a beat like this?
go through black noi$e's discography
Hit up the producer lmao
Bro do Mantra I beg
I'll add it to the list for sure
when u remade this beat did the drums keep going forward for you too? lol every five bars for me the drums keep going two steps to the right twice.
What’s the sanple?
Pretty sure he just looped the outro
Masahiko Satoh and Medical Sugar Bank - Saga Unknown
sleeping in a bed of lies with the covers off
gotta stetch the truth out to keep the muscles soft
late-night web crawling doing somersaults
shopping for a new cayenne to spice my summer salts
12-car garage, but my drive's locked in vaults,
fractured wrist, water whipping, crushing river faults
my body guard bay-watching like he Hasselhoff
let's make a toast to this bread like mazel tov
Too damn fast.
Drowsy behind the breaks
still dope
Thank you Earl Sweatshirt, Black Noise and TicTakZakk for inspiring me...
8 kit, I was the 8th kid
In the class
Stashed in the back
Like the body
Limp, loose limbs
Who’s this
Evidence can’t prove
Fingertips burnt
From the work
Shift the canvas
Got from 5 to 9
Graveyard; I’m digging
Past bones to pick
Trevon diggs
The star too bright
With sliver
Lined up with it
Witted quickly
Comeback like I’m
From Akron
Come at me
Naturally; I’ll bounce back
Cartoon ass insult
Never sulked, just soaked
With the blood
Cherry popping
Wine glass, half filled
Hi-hat, low hit
Blow toward my ego
Knock off the co-web
Off the web
You eight legged
On the last
Baton in hand
Sweat gland filled to
The brim
Might spill
Slip and slide
Writing opp pieces
Pick them hoes up
Chum change, might make cents
Pot too hot
Might tilt
Emmet; like you can’t avoid this
Trying to void quick
Might’ve contracted aids
Cause I got you niggas burning
Churning; more elbow grease
Quick feast; filled the pot with it
Try to turn on the pit
Ain’t that type of Nigga yet
PAC said 30
When they take heart and soul
Out of a man
Super PAC
I wish it was what sound like
It is
He ain’t Jesus, god would’ve
Flinch if we called it
A resurrection
Been still; not exalted
Running out of breath
Try to cop some more
Said to gain one;
Gotta take one
Gotta pack them up
Bust one, two coming soon
It’s the sequel
Nigga what you seeking
What you want; not a third
Nigga don’t jam
You ain’t no music buff Nigga
You don’t know
The truth to these tunes
Closer to looney
But the shit funny to you
AM slot; it’s the prime-time
Of the Sadder days(Saturdays)
For the cement to start melting
Tar feathered and we bird niggas
Just like they said
A precursor to motion
A tectonic shift
Pangea floating like Moses
Flying like Lotus
Producing the muse
For the poets
If took off it’s axis
We would all fall straight to the bottom
I’ll see you there…
Earl Sweatshirt never fails in inspiring some of most venerable traits and relinquishing them to my artful will. I just wanna say thank you Earl for the everlasting, never compromising rhyming and storytelling and for being a inspiration to me. If anyone enjoys the read then check out my channel for my music and I appreciate the love and the hate...
Sorry fam she a fan of us, van damn he clutch course she trippin ..like can-ni-bus..
Short thissum special glitch in the ambiance ..
Father God forgive me for my sins as I falter on
alter gon xed huntin espers as he trek, padawon river stick, paddle scramble from the .. cliff(puase). I can see my spirit over head staff wicked ,contradict my principles the darkido cripplin
, harps ring eclipsed by a glimpse of her heaven, heathen left bleetin seeing red for he exit
Torn to the a presispus left to morn yuh reflect-tion
Born wittuhhalo chipped kaydence diff
Horned when I left
Thorn in my rib
Forged this ascent core uhme wept
In duh storm cant forget huh
Left numb tryin fine a balance at most -phere we spinen off r ax-es vear where most crash it's clear
Refract an miror bak
I stear synapses peer past the here
Flashes
feared cashus he cashing in caps is cleared
Contra for the contraband
Born wittuhhalo chipped kaydence diff
Horned when I left
Thorn in my rib
Forged this ascent
core uhme wept
In duh storm cant forget huh
Left numb tryin fine a balance, at most -phere we spinen off r ax-es vear where most crash it's clear
Refract an miror bak
I stear, synapses peer past the here,
Flashes
feared cashus he cashin in ,caps get cleared
Contra for the contraband ,the stats revered ,
Wrath no fear ,back
to surpass my peers past duh pere packing this gas a cheers shackled teared taped to the path adhere
still feel like this beat didn't fit his voice...this some Flatbush zombies yelling shit.