Kendrick Lamar Storytelling Type Beat ~ Too Late

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88 BPM Emin
W/ shisui & OREN
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IG: angeloimani
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[@joako7069]

You broke a generational curse w this one, Angelo!

[@gregoryfelio6314]

The greatest song this year ❤ love you brother May the most high bless the hearers of this track.

[@shisui7155]

supa Hard 🔥🔥

[@JayNorthOfficialMusic]

Id love to hear you make a swae lee 'unforgettable' type beat with those crazy airy vocals you always use, you would destroy that

[@anthonymatthews20]

💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾🔥

[@stycman111]

Salute

[@jihannaxz6667]

Да никогда не поздно
Если слышишь никогда не поздно
Да-да никогда не поздно
Если слышишь никогда не поздно
Не знаю с чего начать
Ты помнишь тот рев по ночам
Нас всех приучили молчать
Мой каждый день приход врача
Я снова так лихо торчал
Я все достал из личин
Я стал уметь различать
Здесь столько разных причин
О чем терялся в ночах
Помню как приперся к матери на день рождения пьяным
Джиха слышь остановись ты-же сам себе роешь ямы
Речь уже еле внятная, погляди на свои зраки
Мне огни снова маячит, в моей музыке есть знаки

[@Aye_Teezy_Unno]

👀

[@DynastyLuminous46]

I love how soothing this one is, this one would work great as the salve on the wounds after a more somber song.

[@elp523]

Yo can I use this for my mixtape I’m working on, it’s for non-profit purposes

[@AdarisMusic]

I had a vision, all my memories conflicted
I had a dream, running in fields
Evergreen, mood lifted
For just moment, felt like I was winning
But then it hits me, reality grounded
And further, I was sinking
I know what I sound like
blink and you miss it
The truth in the distance
Always out of reach and too demanding
To commit to it, stiffen up your upper lip
Prepare for landing, yeah
Prepare for landing
I know I’ve been too crazy
Writing shit out on the daily
Like maybe one day I’ll be famous
But till then ima focus and work on it
Till I fell over, hit my head
Broken open and rubbed dirt in it
Fuck it, ima be real, be true
Be me, be you, be free
Be youth, be young, my arm went numb
Can’t throw the ball, syringe too deep
In my palm and thumb, but I’m hardly done

[@KidAshonthebeat]

clean🫶❤️

[@MrProphet469]

I wanna find another planet with two suns, two moons
One moon full when the other's New moon
Six months a year, we got two blue moons
Two suns so I can sleep till two noons
Fields filled with fruit and cannibus sativa
Snow-capped peaks, like the mountains in Geneva
Close to the sun, to the moon, to Orishas.
Smoke with the Gods, come home a believer
Warming myself in the cabin by the fire
In the arms of my Queen. That's the scene I desire.
And at the moment when I think I can't get no higher
In the background, I hear the faint sounds of the choir
At heaven's door. I feel heaven's presence for a minute.
I am one with the spirit, beyond Earth and its limits.
With the Book of the Dead, lived the 42 tenets.
For everything else, made sure to make penance.
I can make all 42 Negative Confessions
Without one concession, one transgression.
I have kept my connections and learned my lesson
I have supped with the ancestors, spiritual projection
I have loved without limit or consequence
Loved women on seven different continents
Even when love destroyed all my confidence
And had me crying out to God, no consonants
I couldn't feel God's presence in the place I'm in
And I really need her spirit in the state I'm in
Cuz we all turn to God when the playtime ends
It's the fear of the dark when the daytime ends.
Because God moves over the face of dark
Parts the waters or builds the ark
Ignites the Sun. He provides the spark.
It took 50 years to learn not to hide the mark
That ties me to Her, that connects to Source
That gives me the power, in the place of force.
The truth in a world that the lie distorts.
In the presence of the truth, the lie contorts.
It's refreshing to see the lesson as it is
In the library, thumbing through the passages.
For a moment, the universe balances
Even in the face of outstanding challenges.

[@francescorinaudo6460]

sai, è da un po' che ho iniziato questa storia del rap
fentanyl e meth mai presi, non ho seguito cattivi esempi
e quasi rasento i venti, quindi devo parlare
non ho nulla di anormale
è solo che devo svuotarmi e fare
aria nei miei pensieri, c'è un'aria mortuaria in camera
ma devo farmi forza, la vita è una sola, poi c'è una camera mortuaria che ti aspetterà
e allora tu dammi spazio, aspetta un attimo, incoraggiami affinché il mio discorso sia rapido, il contenuto sia sapido
che qui se non esponi in fretta e arrivi al nocciolo in un battito, si annoiano e si in-parano
il rap sempre la mia brama, sognavo il suo talamo
e mi sono sempre chiesto: questi com'è che imparano? ma com'è che sfondano? questi artisti random, che rischiano tutto per farlo, per una posta in palio
e poi è una corsa commerciale, il palio di verona
o hai una spinta dalle major, o resti col culo a casa,
suona solo la roba che va di moda
e io non ho nessun contatto, l'anonimato trova quello che trova
vedevo i miei amici, rapper della mia zona
salire al podio, diventare dell icona
ma quando scrivo nella camera, la mia mente vola
vola solo nelle fantasia, la mia mente è estrosa
volevo essere qualcosa, e lo sono diventato, mi pare
essere abile a inforcare concetti nelle mie barre
a mostrarmi così tanto espostamente fragile
sono diventato qualcosa
ho legato
le mie idee alle mie parole
e mi sono trasmutato
mi sono alleggerito, Calvino, mi sono fatto alato
ma non puoi vivere di musica se non sei qualcuno
non ti ascolta nessuno se canti in un buio scantinato
prima pensavo di essere meglio
ora attorno trovo solo il peggio
con una passione che era diletto
e me la trovo fra le mani: che faccio adesso?
affondo l'occhio nello specchio
scrivo a valanga, ore, no, non smetto
essere rapper è solo un diletto
ma non posso lasciarlo, quindi recco
e mi chiedono che fai, sempre chiuso in quella stanza?
ti sprechi una vacanza, fai forse affari segreti? io registro pezzi fatti coi piedi, mi avvicino alle pareti
perché in questa camera l'acustica è drammatica
rubo il tempo a matematica, a fisica, alla chimica, c'è chimica fra me e il beat
c'è chimica questi pomeriggi, scopro Kanye, K e Jay Z
e non posso spendere tempo se non lì
dentro quei suoni, dentro quelle storie di palazzoni
dove arrivano le parole, non mi ci porta la panasonic
quelle storie sia italiane sia straniere, storie di nomi
che non conosco, ma che possono farsi i miei amici più buoni
ho perso amici che ascoltavano Nayt
lo guardavamo con orgoglio, tutta night, sul nostro foglio
solo rime tutto il giorno
durante le ore di lezioni
sognavamo di prenderci il mondo
io, oggi ti ho perso, la mia passione per mezzo
non so come arrivare a te, potessi avessi un mezzo
e una parte di me mi vuole togliere di mezzo
sì vuole uccidere il mezzo me che ancora ride quando recco
ancora?
sì vado ancora, questa roba mi prosciuga
spendo ore ad ascoltarla, per lei berrei la cicuta
questo rap che non mi paga, è il mio hobby, la mia paga, niente soldi, ma ripaga la mia mente, anche se non sfondi
perché talvolta, nel mio estro delle ore
mi dico, ma comprati un microfono, che ti costa farti una postazione?
migliora la tua delivery, la tua prestazione
fai due accordi di chitarra, parla un po' e ti daranno attenzione
Pubblica su un servizio di streaming, sì non è mica harakiri, provaci almeno, metti filtri, recca bene, due versi spinti
poi pubblica e vedi dove va; la gente apprezzerà la qualità
ma non puoi vivere con la musica se non sei qualcuno
e le mie idee parlano solo a un buio scantinato
nuno ha la sua, puoi dirlo, ti lascio parlare
ma parti per secondo
perché se voglio spaccare in questo gioco crudele, dovrò spaccarmi il cuore davanti a questo tribunale
tu parti per secondo,
so che hai speso i tuoi ultimi venti anni ascoltando il boom bap e lo conosci bene
ti ha aiutato a recidere delle catene, ad avere una nuova speme
tu il boom bam lo conosci bene
tu parti per secondo,

[@AidanBreedlove-wo7fo]

Only progression im makings really counting stacks
Ion want no feelings or pity just tip your hat
Too late to get better I know that I can’t take it back
Reading those love letters I realized I really cant feel jack
And I realized my times come and it’s really coming fast
Drinking smoking blunts while the smoke covers the dash
And I’m really numb I can feel it coming back
See it thru my eyes feel through my vitals
Like ain’t playing no games it’s the high noon

[@camerontucker7507]

verse 1:
8 pm i hit you on your phone
you said “hey what’s up”
i said nothing really i just wanted
to check in on ya
you almost broke down crying
i could tell some up
you asked if i could meet
so you could tell me what was wrong
so i hopped in my car
and i headed your way
i could feel it in the air
as you began to say
i was gonna do it,
i was gonna have peace
i was gonna do it
rang in my head for about a week
you told me everything
we talked for some hours
all the pain in your chest
slowly took power
over your mind the thoughts
they devoured
almost any love
that they once had for each other
you always wanted more
but couldn’t find it in yourself
you always wanted more
but put it back on the shelf
you always felt less and less
of a person
and always felt more
like a project that’s the furthest thing from perfect
felt youre worthless
looked in the mirror so long
you couldn’t even tell who you were anymore
you always felt so lost your heart was torn,
but the saddest part was tears just wouldn’t form
you thought this can’t be depression
i’m not even sad
this can’t be depression
i want my feelings back
as the diagnosis would fly in your head
you would always have images it took you instead
*break*
verse 2:
8 am and the sun is beaming
haven’t seen you in while
been a couple weekends
i get a text on my phone
i couldn’t read it
so many thoughts in my head
having trouble breathing
said that he found you right before it time
and nothing but horror was locked in his eyes
you did everything you could to apologize
but that image will forever be in his mind
so i stepped away,
found out you were admitted
and it was hard for me to cope
but that’s the right decision
you really needed help
my nights they were sleepless
knowing i didn’t tell
about your first sign of weakness
had me feeling a weird mix of feelings
no even knew of your scary demons
no one even knew that your hope we seeping
no even,
no one even knew
and that was the problem
you were always so nice
and always so charming
like how could he pain stashed in his pocket
like could anyone even acknowledge
but you knew
even back when were 9
you saw it on my face
you looked in my eyes
you always there for my troubling times
even my darkest past you left behind
so how could i not see, did i chose to be blind?
how could i not see, did i miss the signs,
you said
i tried to do it,
i tried to have peace
you said you tried to do it
and now i can’t sleep
if you hear anything
don’t hear it at all
no words come close
to the mix of your scars
no word comes close
to have perfect you are
you inspire me every day
to always work hard
and peace isn’t leaving behind what you know
it’s being okay with the lows and unknowns
it’s the people that surround you
the ones that give hope
it’s the person you love when even you’re alone
so just know, i love you and all of your flaws,
they are signs of how strong you are
you pushed past the hurt, trialed your scars,
even when you were broken and torn apart,
i love you.
*break*