This shit reminds me of Christmas in New York, no cable watching basic cable and sports, snow pants? You better double up them shorts. Walking in winter, wouldn’t go if I wasn’t forced. Just thinking out loud, don’t need to speak my tree to loud. Carrying more then aloud I got the D.E.A proud With a girl with a smile if the girl ain’t in love the the girl in denial. Ima stop sorry. Shit remind me of Christmas growing up tho.
Tryna catch a paper, This goes from Jay-Z to Don Draper What's Hiphop? A clean mirror One better than my own Inspiration is an enterprise One that I do compromise Never despise I read all comments In every video I click No bait, writing hooks Between a Mel Brooks flick I've seen a Tokyo Drift yesterday Girl was like ''Bae... ...Why you hard on yoself?'' ''Cuz I'm bad for your health. I come real stealth. Diggity check yourself Before you wreck yourself chasing that check But check-check it out now, The real mic testa, too much real life stuff for a Chuck A mix of Palahniuk and Norris What's life aboat? Catching a ferry? A day off as Bueller Ferris? Airways got breeze, to climb out of debris. I always made a good sound, even in days of hard distress Picture Malcolm X looking out of his window, Picture Luther Jr. reading out his paper, Picture Pac rolling one, writing some Picture DAX recording a video on full energy Picture Kendrick watching Wile Coyote Picture my lil homie aiming at his artistry at the corner of my street Recording videos and such, earning the world, making websites. Real life street hood shit. Bad holidays, Santa didn't show up Guess he was busy delivering shit to structured families Still they didn't kill my hunger, my thirst and my success Prices and paper don't scare me anymore, concrete jungle can't eat me They grew a monster, prepared to go as Eazy-E, R.I.P to the legends: Nipsey Hussle. Sabotage, Fill from Rio Grande do Sul. Daleste. ODB from Wu Tang. MF DOOM. Melk, mano do M na Testa. Pop Smoke. Shot by intruders. Awful. George Floyd. XXXTentacion. Biggie. Dina Dee. Big L. Man Big L died three months before my birthday. This makes me think on the loser/winner mentality that has been shaping minds, It's all that Tyler Durden quote on growing up thinking that... we’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. Maybe we will. Who knows? Who shapes history? Who has the final saying? Only ourselves. That's why we rock with Curtis 50 Jackson. That's why we De La Soul. That's why we Slick Rick. That's why we J Dilla, we Jay Dee, we Bk', we Djonga. Even if you don't know exactly the language, we all brothers from across the world Tryna survive, catch a paper and not a case, the case is a brief one which we open Showing the portfolio, what we capable of, anything to purchase dreams and not only pay bills That's why we special. Special as Nas, since Wu is for the Children. KRS-One. Get me even the nerd shit, the comic books. Yea yea yea, the Luke Cage one, One Blade for the road, a Conan the Barbarian, a Dungeons and Dragons book Watching a Critical Role as I'm tying my shoe, before going to work Nothing fancy, earning little, starting small, carrying logs in a lumbermill Shitting in a miniscule toilet filled with mosquitoes Sometimes I think I failed as a son, went angry at my pops, stupid at my moms There's still time to change But If this was the day I went out I loved everything God gave me, even my flaws and obstacles If I fall, I'll get myself back up again Amen.
testimonio 43 uh que tecla toque sanint: soñe con mi estrella sin luz tapada por la sombra de tu cruz en tus brazos se escapa mi juventud me llevo un pedazo tuyo al ataud- kiddo: estabamos a solas y se apago la luz le dio luz a su furia entre jazz y blues me lleno de su furia y de su glamour- villano manukay: tell me. tell me what you wanna do si aca toda la noche rancha toda mi crew aca se prenden porros y se apaga la luz se despiertan todas las viejas del Hood-
Y’a pas de galère j’attend mon heure de gloire A coup de glaive le rhum on vas lboire Je me lève quand y commence à faire noir Dans le teh ya la frappe rocky balboa
Got the skills to make a mill got the crowd yo dancing dancing on the ceil ling having a yo grand ol time yo feeling the vibe from the funky homosapiens flow you Betta act like u know cause I'm willing n ready to show the skills that I earned by working hard
idc to write raps but i wana brag fools say im from another realm saying im from hell well idc when there overwhelmed ive died more times then i can count on my left hands 666 for life
Just Gimme the beat So i can let loose, Life Got me stressed the fuck out So I could use a drink or two, Why u think i smoke bud Just To ease what im living thru, on my lonesome No one asking "whats been eating u", So i move real criminal No time for subliminals, Cut my circle short Cause i know what the envy do, Scoping out they petty moves See this is what the fetty do, And these bitches aint shit Wanna move how a nigga do, But still gon cry When he just end up leaving u..damn, This hell seem infinite And if the shoes fit, then im in, Dig myself into a hole Then i just make a pool of it, Climbing up the top Just to see if the noose could fit.......
I beez on some shit When I spit I be Dat nikka none of ya fuckn wit Shit I was born gifted I gets busy ay time I spit it Bars is so vivid 3d high definition Listen I'm just carrying on tradition When im cooking up Like arm n hammer with coke In the pot These bars is Crack Im Pyrex whipping This is what you call tunnel vision Enlightened and guided by my third eye vision Playing my position Any and everything in front of me is obsolete even my opposition Listen To da the top That's the slogan On my buckshot shit I gotcha open Hoping I Don't black out on the beat Airing out the mic I'll leave it broken Not ya average far from savage Ima beast on these beats How I was brought up in these streets Playing for keeps Dolo when I creep Mobbing on em ima get deep Causing havoc RIP TO MY INSPIRATION PRODIGY AKA BANDANA P
Pensando en escribir algo para UA-cam sin sarparme con nudes solo verbos como ver solo el atardecer.. fumar unas flores quizás no tenga la heladera llena pero tengo un sentimiento inmenso que me llena mi cuaderno aveces sonrío y cuando termino no sonrío veo en el espejo mi reflejo no el de mi viejo .. quizás por ser un delincuente no estar en casa presente sin pensar en los creyentes ayudando a los que podían dar y nada reclamar .. no como un estado presente pero mirando para un costado mira hermano ayudaron pero porque era su deber no como en su poder tuvieron el sueldo del pueblo haciendo la vista de costado sin ver las consecuencia que podían traer no prefirieron ayudarse como babilonia entre una sola mano ganadora que se llena el puñado de dinero y tira piedras y escuende la mano.. no vaya ser que se caen como babilonia se quedan en la lona.. y lo peor de todo esto que nadie los va ayudar por ser malas personas... Gracias a los hermanos que me leyeron!! 🔊🔊 Sigue cantando hermano
shhh a legends emerging ragnarock serpent and my venoms surging I’m urging parental advisory my inspiration intake knows no bounds even the skies a story this content is explicitly explicit I’m inflicting what my lyrics are insisting (adlib- mentally) wee”z the big boys wheez goes the big boy I can’t say I’m from Detroit unemployed or been destroyed I do feel a void I do avoid I have been annoyed I guess I’m a steroid rock in space with ass before the collision with this planet place we call home killing off the dyin sores leaving foes stills so I don’t run out of fuel to burn a hatred primal and primeval the first sentience in comprehended existence so my strange shit just face it why I’m strange? shit I just can’t change it like when you change your home personality at work if your personality home mode the same at work that’s when your brain a woke and your dreams are short spending those hours on converting soul for gold make a life’s worth then contemplate what your life’s worth better yet where’s your master peace from your life work we spend time to buy time and I’m sick of selling mine to bite time My time is warped my life’s work like Dali melting clocks calmly defuse sweating as this ensues a second that lasts an hour as it tick tocks explosive as trends in social media closest thongs you’ve touched are my flip flops when I kick off my motives powered by knowledge to fill an encyclopaedia let a psycho compete with ya sore NATO when the wind turns like a tornado the worlds a psycho clone of a cycolone ready to spray fallout like a cologne nah fuck that beast in the bone cage listen to the man in my head high chair in the dome stage trust no one but the top floor the staircase the rare case unseen but all knowing having nightmares if I’m dreaming right ideas arent seeming right I tell you what if gods all knowing that nigga shot himself cause unless you drive a skyliner nobody likes a spoiler Jesus Christ nun loyaler I can see a confrontation testing my patience turning a victim to patient open a occupation by making one vacant I know I’m the underdog to recognition conducting my rap like a thunder rod, I’m a creature in an Astro pod from planet off mumble fodder, exiled cause I was rapping cosmic horror, a monster who ignores the laws of physics, a criminal with a sovereign image my life should amount to more then a wife with kid I loaded up someonelses rpg and am taking the shots overwriting to make the game mine im half goat like satyr my time just isn’t up yet, pull the piss out of poeple like a catheter, clean up well like a janitor I don’t cut my circle short with me we go the full diameter with me you have a fancier time then golden pocket watches we smoke cigars and drink Scottish scotch on the rock in the city beaches I spit a classier rhyme then royalty capes, chariots overtaking the rabbit in a rat race. Ain’t no one sending me to the bleaches when I run the show ain’t no one bringing the heat, if I freeze ya soul, hail the lyrics down like snow I was friends with nobody before you so don’t tell me what she likes her favourite game was to ignore me brush the dust of my shoulders I’m an antique in the folders on the shelf with composers brace yourself before I erase the shelf a peak at the peak all these projects ave a launch as big as boulders I play you something risky nigga I’m bolder then jadda smith I race you to 60 nigga mind is older then Jaden smiths I can fold paper 42 times and walk the moon slap that on the rock and show the world straight out the fucking abyss of my mind ya see I’m rolling five dice and get one of a kind get famous enough they know the name with one character let alone a silhouette skills not yet like dot or M can’t be another one off the forgotten men bring in the heat bring in the temperatures sent from words bring in the treats bittersweet scraps on a littered street bring in the very thing Versace, boujie or Gucci fuck off with that blue cheese just cause your tastes shit doesn’t mean you made it that’s the same as me coating my lungs in another layer of smoke and sending the lord a prayer like a poster boy with a pager Mother Nature raising son how mother nurture and now a new generations come leaving craters on the horizon line demonstrations left to a rising sun turning genesis to genocide I need a penance for who’s pen is this raising temperatures fair in height my presence unknown I could be anyone you walk past in Australia entrance down under is how underground this music your hearing like deep down goes my genitalia this game a bitch and she super needy that’s why my shit underground like Coober peady the only thing you look up to like being alone at the bar and watching a on mute TV I’m an mc hunter, fans with that animal paraphernalia essence of a naked mole trying to infiltrate the dirt wall travelling state to state like I’ve a visa brain dead weeded and likely anesthesia got me cognitive like amnesia you’ve not seen a animal stampede ya the zoos outbreak like virus loose I’m sparked up on vodka red bull the zues juice tongues in a knoose reciting like Dr sues often lots cut from mythical cloth you cant see through this emperors new clothes wanna thread wool the gold I locks I’m 3 bears to dead wolves spinning a gold yarn n sesh behind the wheel winning in due time my fates foretold designed and real you can kick in my door but my rains off the top like a Amazon canopy rainforest a jungle where a reign for rest the salty majesty topped up what I call gold pot always fall short like lepricons follow the rainbow and your set for bronze silver airows hailed from my spit I watch my own back and am my first biggest fan cruise through a salt lakes reflection I’m in an airboat I’m not Dutchman I’m swissoriginal my father aboriginal my egos depicting this fool my split personalities like 3 amigos and fictional you a fucking wuhan citizen listening here’s first contact I’ll remind you this mortal Kombat you only seeing the tip of my point but I’d still beat ya with a fucking thumbtack never forget when my brother showed me my first maryjane she was a busty and flirty one and made me very sane now I’ll pick up a dusty and dirty blunt anything to lift my plane elevated to hights I’ll never rest fucked her when I mount to everrest and even tho it’s the devils lettuce she’s more like a cabbage patch to make my levels jealous and even though it’s the devils lettuce she makes me feel very blessed oh god I could not fathom another cone but my heads to roam spitting like a cherosophen I’m roaming west Byzantine I’m baken and ostrage egg ass over head, disassembled Frankenstein crack open my yolk flowen soft centered orange leg let me go off again I’m Garfield gar headed this salty got bars to run a yard field my cool dicks in 47 punt I’m gambling affection for at least till I’m 47 cunt blade runner blades of glory I’m in the land of lost my wills feral since the date I dropped all go im up but no show so I’m down king of the underground I like to play around that’s why I came in the game put my last name in the game I hear it’s sick of limp rappers constant waiting lining up a shooting star I’ll paint a constellation Aries artistically more the god of war rhythmically nothing complete me too much I compete with my souls never gonna rest even if I’m dead cause I dream to big and I might just break a leg
Sous pédalo colombien plein de cadeaux Je sors le flag et je te donne la bague L éboueur big gague Ylan demande le snap encore un peu je la tape Chasseur chasseur so NAKKA Poilu comme CHEWBACA Grosse enceinte dans le cul Plus de douche plus ça pue Je conse le j sous les arbres Tous Sous le dry bien macabre Sous Parachute Stmx freestyle culte Nager dans l eau Que je tournille On fume plus que le tamu Bien coffrer dans l allu Je te mettrerais sous fufu Sardines sort de la goutierre On fume que de la terre It's automatic, tryna tell them that the flow is automatic heard the boy once and they say they gotta have it Make a muthafucka fiend turnin bitches into addicts Cause the flow is automatic, said it's automatic Tryna tell them bitches that the flow is automatic Heard the boy once and they say they gotta have it Make a muthafucka fiend turnin homies into addicts (Verse 1) Fuck all the niach I’m subscribed to the hash I make your cash I massacre the track in a way that you've never seen And what I mean is that the kid is really tough, shown up If I get up on the beat and I can leave it barely breathing For no reason motherfucker man up, what? If the flow is getting sporadic eradicating rappers If a motherfucker speak about nonsense I gotta make it a tangible feeling revealing The way I'm living is nothing more than fucking contradiction I admit it but it was never a given a mothafucka would be existing And promise you pay attention I have the best of intentions Eliminating descending depending upon my page The problems is you're all taking the politics and illusions Diluted to what I'm doing Included to what I'm proving Your ignorance is the bar and I hope that wasn't confusing You'll remember when this lyrical literary abusing Put the pen upon the page and I'II promise you'll feel the pain And a picture a mothafucka painting a portrait that was contained And the emotions I've been displaying explaining I wasn't much And my confidence never present my promiscuity spewing Excusing the effervescent bitches steady representing There's a question that I really want ask tho How is success ever equated with the cash flow? But I will never compensate with any of these assholes That only wanna talk about the money the bitches the business And pitching a pack of narcotics up in the area of codes And then give a disclaimer like I had to fucking do it I got people that I feed so tell me what you were doing You was in my situation running out of patience debating On how the fuck you finna pay the rent I could never judge a person for what they currently do I don't know what that motherfucker has really been through God Damn One time for your mind with the rhyme from the realest These homies giving you feeling I can believe that you feel it You gotta be fucking kidding and what the music is listening I’mma call intermission I said l've been on a mission I've integrated my soul with the sound I gotta tell the truth and a lie is never allowed I isolate myself inside a room there's no time for fucking around Shit I gotta build it up from the ground Yo resurrect a record I prefer doing everything I can To make sure that I separate myself from every other motherfucker In reality they never gave a damn I've been telling everybody I'm developing a plan It started off with a flow but these homies don't understand God Damn I would never be somebody that would speak about the wealth And I just wanna be myself, not somebody else So insane so identity fraud would help Frontal sur la taille Je te prend à la courte paille So nakka cote bleu Sort le teu teu Le j c est le s jte sors les ss
See everyday I'm living life, Likes it's my last, Like the brother or sister sitting in a cast, By cast I mean casket, Watch for the basket, Of hate they love to regulate, when you see Regulars get ate, Crumbs in they palms, but I want The whole pie, So why even lie, To myself, I try to stay in stealth and watch my health, No goods peeping over shoulders, I was made to be a soldier, So I guess the wars just older Far from over, Strategize from the all known tactics, See critics doing backflips, Just to get their names in The scripts, See I rips, Mics daily, I'm for the drama put that On my mama, And papa too I think like Sun Tzu, See my beam pointing at you, Fixing to snipe through, What a wasted facial, Kamikaze bodies, far from oddly, I rock to the tunes of beat monopoly, Miss the tragedy, These emcees be, spitting phony On the m I c, I speak that on the words of KRS one Said in 93, Lets bring back hip hop, and rid of messages that slop, With no thought at the top, Treat every one like my brother to sister older women's as mother's, Still gotta play undercover lover, to many girls, I'm not a player, just romance soothsayer, ..... Oh yeah party people over here, And over there, Yeah taking it back to the seventies yeah, Slim chicks, with afros and piks, Yo I'm loving it, Uh, like Mickey D's you'll be feeling these, lyrical calories, Laying on ya mentality, Brain fog got ya memory in a jog, Wait a minute, I'm tryna spend it, Paying attention, To the ambition, ....
![Big L - Hard To Kill [instrumental]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/KcrTHAnyvtQ/mqdefault.jpg)
The best beat ever made, the tune is so spiritual make me so light n high up in the sky. Owwww my Goodness.
The beat is 'Keep It Real' by Milkbone
Very Nice! Hiphop forever
This beat is really good, was looking for this just the background music and now I get to hear it. I was a big fan of the freestyle too
A work of ART 🖼 Both Giants for life 2 St Geniuses L and JZ Legends hands down.
dope classic beatz on deck tap in
CLASSIC JURASSIC SHIT HERE‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🦾
One of the hottest beats ever
tap in
YSIV by Logic brought me here
Lityy! 🔥
Incredible
Milkbone keep it real
Nigga named Biscuit
The Marian McPartland Trio keep it real
Writing a free style in the subway station.
Inspirational z‼️‼️
Big L went so hard Jay Z said nah this brotha gtg! Rip Big L 😇
fam this instrumental is called : Milkbone - Keep it Real (instrumental) great tastes tho!
That piano 😮
Rip L 🙏🕊
Big L.cheaaa queens to Harlem 1 love
Real ✍️
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Gratitude
just gained youself a subscriber.......................
was just using these to try writing a few rhymes,appreciate you man
Hello Lang wane
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
word tap in with me tho
Most Valuable Poet.
- BIG L
Big l favorite
This shit reminds me of Christmas in New York, no cable watching basic cable and sports, snow pants? You better double up them shorts. Walking in winter, wouldn’t go if I wasn’t forced.
Just thinking out loud, don’t need to speak my tree to loud. Carrying more then aloud I got the D.E.A proud
With a girl with a smile if the girl ain’t in love the the girl in denial.
Ima stop sorry. Shit remind me of Christmas growing up tho.
Oooooo shit classic muisics
Visualizing and realizing my life is fucking crazy
My sentiments exactly 💯💪💯💪!
❤
I’m here this j
love
Tryna catch a paper,
This goes from Jay-Z to Don Draper
What's Hiphop? A clean mirror
One better than my own
Inspiration is an enterprise
One that I do compromise
Never despise
I read all comments
In every video I click
No bait, writing hooks
Between a Mel Brooks flick
I've seen a Tokyo Drift yesterday
Girl was like ''Bae...
...Why you hard on yoself?''
''Cuz I'm bad for your health.
I come real stealth.
Diggity check yourself
Before you wreck yourself chasing that check
But check-check it out now,
The real mic testa, too much real life stuff for a Chuck
A mix of Palahniuk and Norris
What's life aboat? Catching a ferry?
A day off as Bueller Ferris?
Airways got breeze, to climb out of debris.
I always made a good sound, even in days of hard distress
Picture Malcolm X looking out of his window,
Picture Luther Jr. reading out his paper,
Picture Pac rolling one, writing some
Picture DAX recording a video on full energy
Picture Kendrick watching Wile Coyote
Picture my lil homie aiming at his artistry at the corner of my street
Recording videos and such, earning the world, making websites.
Real life street hood shit. Bad holidays, Santa didn't show up
Guess he was busy delivering shit to structured families
Still they didn't kill my hunger, my thirst and my success
Prices and paper don't scare me anymore, concrete jungle can't eat me
They grew a monster, prepared to go as Eazy-E, R.I.P to the legends:
Nipsey Hussle. Sabotage, Fill from Rio Grande do Sul. Daleste. ODB from Wu Tang.
MF DOOM. Melk, mano do M na Testa. Pop Smoke. Shot by intruders. Awful.
George Floyd. XXXTentacion. Biggie. Dina Dee. Big L.
Man Big L died three months before my birthday.
This makes me think on the loser/winner mentality that has been shaping minds,
It's all that Tyler Durden quote on growing up thinking that... we’ve all been raised on television
to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars.
Maybe we will. Who knows? Who shapes history? Who has the final saying?
Only ourselves. That's why we rock with Curtis 50 Jackson. That's why we De La Soul.
That's why we Slick Rick. That's why we J Dilla, we Jay Dee, we Bk', we Djonga.
Even if you don't know exactly the language, we all brothers from across the world
Tryna survive, catch a paper and not a case, the case is a brief one which we open
Showing the portfolio, what we capable of, anything to purchase dreams and not only pay bills
That's why we special. Special as Nas, since Wu is for the Children. KRS-One.
Get me even the nerd shit, the comic books. Yea yea yea, the Luke Cage one,
One Blade for the road, a Conan the Barbarian, a Dungeons and Dragons book
Watching a Critical Role as I'm tying my shoe, before going to work
Nothing fancy, earning little, starting small, carrying logs in a lumbermill
Shitting in a miniscule toilet filled with mosquitoes
Sometimes I think I failed as a son, went angry at my pops, stupid at my moms
There's still time to change
But If this was the day I went out
I loved everything God gave me, even my flaws and obstacles
If I fall, I'll get myself back up again
Amen.
Br?kkkkk
that shit was hard bro
DAMMM. BRO
👎👎👎
Been a while since I’ve seen one of these comments.
My guns go boom boom urgunz go pow pow
Keep it real
Still 🔥
Put plex-star on that beat
Interesting I never realized Logic used this
This where rich homie got the MAN OF THE YEAR sample from 😮
Little Rock and wrestler walk that I just had the piano
Suputmdr we 😎😍
😍🤣
Quelle année déjà ??
testimonio 43
uh que tecla toque
sanint:
soñe con mi estrella sin luz
tapada por la sombra de tu cruz
en tus brazos se escapa mi juventud
me llevo un pedazo tuyo al ataud-
kiddo:
estabamos a solas y se apago la luz
le dio luz a su furia entre jazz y blues
me lleno de su furia y de su glamour-
villano
manukay:
tell me. tell me what you wanna do
si aca toda la noche rancha toda mi crew
aca se prenden porros y se apaga la luz
se despiertan todas las viejas del Hood-
Y’a pas de galère j’attend mon heure de gloire
A coup de glaive le rhum on vas lboire
Je me lève quand y commence à faire noir
Dans le teh ya la frappe rocky balboa
L of ¨Luismi¨
its not that this beat is earthshattering so much as big l spit over it....
He Shitted On Jay Z
Got the skills to make a mill got the crowd yo dancing dancing on the ceil ling having a yo grand ol time yo feeling the vibe from the funky homosapiens flow you Betta act like u know cause I'm willing n ready to show the skills that I earned by working hard
В куче обьстоятельств я строил стимул чтобы не сгинуть не торчал на месте может быдь по этому мы давно не вместе груз 200
У
idc to write raps but i wana brag
fools say im from another realm saying im from hell well idc when there overwhelmed ive died more times then i can count on my left hands 666 for life
Just Gimme the beat
So i can let loose,
Life Got me stressed the fuck out
So I could use a drink or two,
Why u think i smoke bud
Just To ease what im living thru,
on my lonesome
No one asking "whats been eating u",
So i move real criminal
No time for subliminals,
Cut my circle short
Cause i know what the envy do,
Scoping out they petty moves
See this is what the fetty do,
And these bitches aint shit
Wanna move how a nigga do,
But still gon cry
When he just end up leaving u..damn,
This hell seem infinite
And if the shoes fit, then im in,
Dig myself into a hole
Then i just make a pool of it,
Climbing up the top
Just to see if the noose could fit.......
realness g
I beez on some shit
When I spit
I be Dat nikka none of ya fuckn wit
Shit
I was born gifted
I gets busy ay time
I spit it
Bars is so vivid
3d high definition
Listen I'm just carrying on tradition
When im cooking up
Like arm n hammer with coke
In the pot
These bars is Crack
Im Pyrex whipping
This is what you call tunnel vision
Enlightened and guided by my third eye vision
Playing my position
Any and everything in front of me is obsolete even my opposition
Listen
To da the top
That's the slogan
On my buckshot shit
I gotcha open
Hoping I Don't black out on the beat
Airing out the mic I'll leave it broken
Not ya average far from savage
Ima beast on these beats
How I was brought up in these streets
Playing for keeps
Dolo when I creep
Mobbing on em ima get deep
Causing havoc
RIP TO MY INSPIRATION PRODIGY AKA BANDANA P
that's hard bro
Good shit Harvey
@@John-jg6vk good looks
Miilkbone - Keep It Real Instrumental is the real thing use that instead of this repost
Pensando en escribir algo para UA-cam sin sarparme con nudes solo verbos como ver solo el atardecer.. fumar unas flores quizás no tenga la heladera llena pero tengo un sentimiento inmenso que me llena mi cuaderno aveces sonrío y cuando termino no sonrío veo en el espejo mi reflejo no el de mi viejo .. quizás por ser un delincuente no estar en casa presente sin pensar en los creyentes ayudando a los que podían dar y nada reclamar .. no como un estado presente pero mirando para un costado mira hermano ayudaron pero porque era su deber no como en su poder tuvieron el sueldo del pueblo haciendo la vista de costado sin ver las consecuencia que podían traer no prefirieron ayudarse como babilonia entre una sola mano ganadora que se llena el puñado de dinero y tira piedras y escuende la mano.. no vaya ser que se caen como babilonia se quedan en la lona.. y lo peor de todo esto que nadie los va ayudar por ser malas personas... Gracias a los hermanos que me leyeron!! 🔊🔊 Sigue cantando hermano
shhh
a legends emerging
ragnarock serpent and my venoms surging
I’m urging
parental advisory
my inspiration intake knows no bounds
even the skies a story
this content is explicitly explicit
I’m inflicting what my lyrics are insisting
(adlib- mentally)
wee”z the big boys
wheez goes the big boy
I can’t say I’m from Detroit
unemployed or been destroyed
I do feel a void
I do avoid
I have been annoyed
I guess I’m a steroid rock in space with ass before the collision with this planet place we call home
killing off the dyin sores
leaving foes stills so I don’t run out of fuel to burn a hatred
primal and primeval
the first sentience in comprehended existence
so my strange shit
just face it
why I’m strange?
shit
I just can’t change it
like when you change your home personality at work
if your personality home mode the same at work
that’s when your brain a woke and your dreams are short
spending those hours on converting soul for gold make a life’s worth then contemplate what your life’s worth
better yet where’s your master peace from your life work
we spend time to buy time and I’m sick of selling mine to bite time
My time is warped my life’s work like Dali melting clocks
calmly defuse
sweating as this ensues
a second that lasts an hour as it tick tocks
explosive as trends in social media
closest thongs you’ve touched are my flip flops when I kick off
my motives powered by knowledge to fill an encyclopaedia
let a psycho compete with ya
sore NATO when the wind turns like a tornado
the worlds a psycho clone of a cycolone
ready to spray fallout like a cologne
nah
fuck that beast in the bone cage
listen to the man in my head high chair in the dome stage
trust no one but the top floor the staircase
the rare case
unseen but all knowing
having nightmares if I’m dreaming right
ideas arent seeming right
I tell you what
if gods all knowing that nigga shot himself
cause unless you drive a skyliner nobody likes a spoiler
Jesus Christ nun loyaler
I can see a confrontation
testing my patience
turning a victim to patient
open a occupation by making one vacant
I know I’m the underdog to recognition
conducting my rap like a thunder rod, I’m a creature in an Astro pod from planet off mumble fodder, exiled cause I was rapping cosmic horror, a monster who ignores the laws of physics, a criminal with a sovereign image
my life should amount to more then a wife with kid
I loaded up someonelses rpg and am taking the shots overwriting to make the game mine
im half goat like satyr my time just isn’t up yet, pull the piss out of poeple like a catheter,
clean up well like a janitor
I don’t cut my circle short
with me we go the full diameter
with me you have a fancier time then golden pocket watches
we smoke cigars and drink Scottish scotch on the rock in the city beaches
I spit a classier rhyme then royalty capes, chariots overtaking the rabbit in a rat race.
Ain’t no one sending me to the bleaches when I run the show
ain’t no one bringing the heat, if I freeze ya soul, hail the lyrics down like snow
I was friends with nobody before you
so don’t tell me what she likes
her favourite game was to ignore me
brush the dust of my shoulders
I’m an antique in the folders
on the shelf with composers
brace yourself before I erase the shelf
a peak at the peak
all these projects ave a launch as big as boulders
I play you something risky nigga
I’m bolder then jadda smith
I race you to 60 nigga
mind is older then Jaden smiths
I can fold paper 42 times and walk the moon
slap that on the rock and show the world
straight out the fucking abyss of my mind
ya see I’m rolling five dice and get one of a kind
get famous enough they know the name with one character let alone a silhouette
skills not yet
like dot or M
can’t be another one off the
forgotten men
bring in the heat
bring in the temperatures
sent from words
bring in the treats
bittersweet
scraps on a littered street
bring in the very thing
Versace, boujie or Gucci
fuck off with that blue cheese
just cause your tastes shit doesn’t mean you made it
that’s the same as me coating my lungs in another layer of smoke and sending the lord a prayer
like a poster boy with a pager
Mother Nature raising son how mother nurture
and now a new generations come
leaving craters on the horizon line
demonstrations left to a rising sun
turning genesis to genocide
I need a penance for who’s pen is this
raising temperatures fair in height
my presence unknown I could be anyone you walk past in Australia
entrance down under is how underground this music your hearing like deep down goes my genitalia
this game a bitch and she super needy
that’s why my shit underground like Coober peady
the only thing you look up to like being alone at the bar and watching a on mute TV
I’m an mc hunter, fans with that animal paraphernalia
essence of a naked mole
trying to infiltrate the dirt wall
travelling state to state like I’ve a visa
brain dead weeded and likely anesthesia
got me cognitive like amnesia
you’ve not seen a animal stampede ya
the zoos outbreak like virus loose I’m sparked up on vodka red bull the zues juice tongues in a knoose reciting like Dr sues
often lots
cut from mythical cloth
you cant see through this emperors new clothes
wanna thread wool the gold I locks
I’m 3 bears to dead wolves
spinning a gold yarn n sesh behind the wheel
winning in due time my fates foretold designed and real
you can kick in my door
but my rains off the top like a Amazon canopy rainforest a jungle where a reign for rest the salty majesty
topped up what I call gold pot always fall short like lepricons
follow the rainbow and your set for bronze
silver airows hailed from my spit
I watch my own back and am my first biggest fan cruise through a salt lakes reflection I’m in an airboat I’m not Dutchman
I’m swissoriginal my father aboriginal
my egos depicting this fool
my split personalities like 3 amigos and fictional
you a fucking wuhan citizen
listening here’s first contact
I’ll remind you this mortal Kombat
you only seeing the tip of my point
but I’d still beat ya with a fucking thumbtack
never forget when my brother showed me my first maryjane
she was a busty and flirty one
and made me very sane
now I’ll pick up a dusty and dirty blunt
anything to lift my plane
elevated to hights I’ll never rest
fucked her when I mount to everrest
and even tho it’s the devils lettuce
she’s more like a cabbage patch to make my levels jealous
and even though it’s the devils lettuce
she makes me feel very blessed
oh god I could not fathom another cone
but my heads to roam
spitting like a cherosophen
I’m roaming west Byzantine
I’m baken and ostrage egg
ass over head, disassembled Frankenstein
crack open my yolk flowen soft centered orange leg
let me go off again
I’m Garfield gar headed this salty got bars to run a yard field
my cool dicks in 47 punt
I’m gambling affection
for at least till I’m 47 cunt
blade runner
blades of glory
I’m in the land of lost
my wills
feral
since the date I dropped
all go
im up
but no show
so I’m down
king of the underground
I like to play around
that’s why I came in the game
put my last name in the game
I hear it’s sick of limp rappers
constant waiting
lining up a shooting star
I’ll paint a constellation
Aries artistically
more the god of war rhythmically
nothing complete me
too much I compete with
my souls never gonna rest even if I’m dead
cause I dream to big and I might just break a leg
Salva Dor.
Salva Dor.
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Przejmujemy .V i p loże
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Sous pédalo colombien plein de cadeaux
Je sors le flag et je te donne la bague
L éboueur big gague
Ylan demande le snap
encore un peu je la tape
Chasseur chasseur so NAKKA
Poilu comme CHEWBACA
Grosse enceinte dans le cul
Plus de douche plus ça pue
Je conse le j sous les arbres
Tous Sous le dry bien macabre
Sous Parachute
Stmx freestyle culte
Nager dans l eau
Que je tournille
On fume plus que le tamu
Bien coffrer dans l allu
Je te mettrerais sous fufu
Sardines sort de la goutierre
On fume que de la terre
It's automatic, tryna tell them that the flow is automatic
heard the boy once and they say they gotta have it
Make a muthafucka fiend turnin bitches into addicts
Cause the flow is automatic, said it's automatic
Tryna tell them bitches that the flow is automatic
Heard the boy once and they say they gotta have it
Make a muthafucka fiend turnin homies into addicts
(Verse 1)
Fuck all the niach
I’m subscribed to the hash
I make your cash
I massacre the track in a way that you've never seen
And what I mean is that the kid is really tough, shown up
If I get up on the beat and I can leave it barely breathing
For no reason motherfucker man up, what?
If the flow is getting sporadic eradicating rappers
If a motherfucker speak about nonsense
I gotta make it a tangible feeling revealing
The way I'm living is nothing more than fucking contradiction
I admit it but it was never a given a mothafucka would be existing
And promise you pay attention I have the best of intentions
Eliminating descending depending upon my page
The problems is you're all taking the politics and illusions
Diluted to what I'm doing
Included to what I'm proving
Your ignorance is the bar and I hope that wasn't confusing
You'll remember when this lyrical literary abusing
Put the pen upon the page and I'II promise
you'll feel the pain
And a picture a mothafucka painting a portrait that was contained
And the emotions I've been displaying explaining I wasn't much
And my confidence never present my promiscuity spewing
Excusing the effervescent bitches steady representing
There's a question that I really want ask tho
How is success ever equated with the cash flow?
But I will never compensate with any of these assholes
That only wanna talk about the money the bitches the business
And pitching a pack of narcotics up in the area of codes
And then give a disclaimer like I had to fucking do it
I got people that I feed so tell me what you were doing
You was in my situation running out of patience debating
On how the fuck you finna pay the rent
I could never judge a person for what they currently do
I don't know what that motherfucker has really been through
God Damn
One time for your mind with the rhyme from the realest
These homies giving you feeling I can believe that you feel it
You gotta be fucking kidding and what the music is listening
I’mma call intermission I said l've been on a mission
I've integrated my soul with the sound I gotta tell the truth and a lie is never allowed
I isolate myself inside a room there's no time for fucking around
Shit I gotta build it up from the ground
Yo resurrect a record I prefer doing everything I can
To make sure that I separate myself from every other motherfucker
In reality they never gave a damn
I've been telling everybody I'm developing a plan
It started off with a flow but these homies don't understand
God Damn
I would never be somebody that would speak about the wealth
And I just wanna be myself, not somebody else
So insane so identity fraud would help
Frontal sur la taille
Je te prend à la courte paille
So nakka cote bleu
Sort le teu teu
Le j c est le s
jte sors les ss
See everyday I'm living life,
Likes it's my last,
Like the brother or sister sitting in a cast,
By cast I mean casket,
Watch for the basket,
Of hate they love to regulate, when you see
Regulars get ate,
Crumbs in they palms, but I want
The whole pie,
So why even lie,
To myself, I try to stay in stealth and watch my health,
No goods peeping over shoulders,
I was made to be a soldier,
So I guess the wars just older
Far from over,
Strategize from the all known tactics,
See critics doing backflips,
Just to get their names in
The scripts,
See I rips,
Mics daily, I'm for the drama put that
On my mama,
And papa too I think like Sun Tzu,
See my beam pointing at you,
Fixing to snipe through,
What a wasted facial,
Kamikaze bodies, far from oddly, I rock to the tunes of beat monopoly,
Miss the tragedy,
These emcees be, spitting phony
On the m I c,
I speak that on the words of KRS one
Said in 93,
Lets bring back hip hop, and rid of messages that slop,
With no thought at the top,
Treat every one like my brother to sister older women's as mother's,
Still gotta play undercover lover, to many girls,
I'm not a player, just romance soothsayer,
.....
Oh yeah party people over here,
And over there,
Yeah taking it back to the seventies yeah,
Slim chicks, with afros and piks,
Yo I'm loving it,
Uh, like Mickey D's you'll be feeling these, lyrical calories,
Laying on ya mentality,
Brain fog got ya memory in a jog,
Wait a minute, I'm tryna spend it,
Paying attention,
To the ambition,
....
If L' d had listened to the 10 min freestyle I just did he would have congratulated me. He one of my fav
“Signed, G.G. Goof.”
YOU AINT GOT BARS LIKE’AT, B, CMON
@@codiefitz3876 haters gon hate
No offense, but he kinda looks like KSI's dad.
Don’t ever disrespect like that