Claim the title of the dog Bark nigga fck em all Gun on my side ready for any opposition Born for the mission Clarified my thoughts Fck I needed more Yeah claim the title of the dog Had nothing born in the struggle Nigga I was poor Yeah drugs I smuggle Money green I ain't a betting horse I'm up now dont need no more Feel like luke I'm with the force
In the colgate PORSCHE Dripping in SAUCE Throwing GRENADES in COURTS All to gain - nothing to LOSE Watch the blood OOZE Monkey see , monkey DO Thug RULES Bloodstained WALLS Hospital WARDS Grief stricken Mother's seek the LORD Families MOURN Tears drop on old PICTURES Cold hearted KILLERS REMORSELESS Shooting up CORNERS Shot CALLERS Bricks passing BOARDERS Living LAWLESS Giving ORDERS Running from law ENFORCEMENT Scuffed my FORCES Scaling FENCES Fukk a SENTENCE Out of BREATH Coughing up PHELGM It's like the struggle's ENDLESS God forgive us our SHORTCOMINGS Hearing guns BUSSING Chained UP Lieing under oath Spitting on JUDGES
When the time is right I’ll come an get my paper Let the course of time be forget bout the haters on the right path don’t look back the only thing they can do is react Opinions are not facts those are only judgments of people that are weak Can’t even speak two words to save their live always think there right if I don’t agree just wanna fight Put your knuckles up let’s see who strikes got this armadillo rips through the pillow it might take your head an his freakin elbow This beat tho 🔥🔥🔥👌🏽
Frankie Of course they was wired to hate me still in time you’ll thank me Just want a slice ah land & 2 or 3 wives like Frankie All Top model mistresses my queens rival A lens missing off the Gucci goggle I was born to be a teen idol The little bitty pretty one on the hip For all current events My life’s an urban myth You spot the silhouette in the mist Out in the cold again A hunnid times you tryn switch the code again Get Blown apart like Napoleon Bonaparte you going dim But still get lit up like it’s Christmas again F&N kick your spirit drift in the wind We promise to remember you but than I guess when fools fall in love they bound to lose they head
Opa, brasileiro junto na rima usando e usufruindo aqui com vcs na batida , fasendo a rima, rima que fica cria e endentifica o liguajar das periferias ou que diria , depois de superar as estatísticas poder participar representar o mano a mona a família, foi Jesus que olhou pra mim disse venha tirar o fardo rapaz e nos cola aí que vc vai ver o meu proceder , e quando colei ele me libertou , e disse agora outras passinas desenrolou, vai que vai na melódica da vida porque filhão altos e baixo e que te espera , mas na paz se liga, porque eu dou a paz não como o mundo da pode acreditar.
It’s Spectre, friend; this man is a mystery I’ve got all of you suspecting me like Agatha Christie But at the same time I’m putting tabs on you singly just like your internet browser when you examine your history And it makes all of you dapper lads ticked with me ‘Cause I pick your little skill out, and I value it trickily My ways of looking at you are unmatched realistically I might as well be a dan in the sixth degree Meanwhile, while you chumps are giving me once-overs I’m slowly figuring out your “facts”; you’re some dumb soldiers Behind my lines with your gun holsters without any actual guns INSIDE them - straps that look like bum-holders You brothers use your mindsets to criticise a vet yet when YOU get chided, you’re like, “I’m upset!” I could put your minds at rest, but you’re all already dead so I might as well write “R.I.P.” across your heads Sick and tired of dealing with all you dreads who talk so much that they end up sounding like Sadat X Shout out to Brand Nubian, nuff respect All I’m saying is they all want to copy off the vets and then go round claiming to be the best rhymers on the set You couldn’t spit rhyme/Rimes if you worked with LeAnn on a duet From the East, to the South, to the North, to the West To the middle, and underground until you end up in Tibet Monks meditating, banging their heads on the Buddha While you’re at the back smoking on the wet, getting stewed up Mistaking the temple for a strip club in Aruba Then waking up and finding out that you’re right under a stupa
"Scarlet Letter Revisted" So I guess that the stress-decisions that you made you second guess-Jerliay was consumed death-im the rap monk that is celibate-she was a marionette pulled by the head of the polyamorous-her damage is hard to handle it's-like the last flicker of the candle's wick- she knew I was monogamous tried mold me to accept-she be at parties having sex-strangers exploring^ what I consider intimate- it's like she stole my innocence-she manipulated displaying patters of controlling behavior- im always pleading stop-she always seeing reality in every way that its not- then blame it on her autism-my brain is all out of wisdom-out of sync with the pen I ink-She was to build my museum!-but charged a hefty a price- mental health sacrifice-oft she would talk of ending her life im scarred because my museum has yet another set back-first my frat brother did that- hand to God-im losing hope-confusion soaks- Jerliay's delusions broke-when she traumatize I would tell her-she'd hang up the phone- that shit would make me see red-then she always trying to get in my bed- kind of chic that don't cook or give head-go to sex parties fucking other men come to me trying to get me to enter in her sin-stress me out so much Ive been losing hair she tried to gaslight but the fire is in the proof!-its there!-now im scared I may never get my museum built-its weird- when I met in the program I put her before me-not realizing what my peer counselor Margret told me protect and select yourself-Margret you were so right-that chic stole my whole light-her logic was psychopathic-no matter how abusive she was-she would paint her life as tragic- I lost time-i lost energy-and I lost my magic-when I told Margret she laughed at-and said I lost my mojo- jerliyah converted her like a demon possessing her soul-encroaching depression takes hold-i wonder if I will ever get this museum built yo-
You see my silhouette through the hazy lights of lazy heights, the palm trees at the top of the hour darker than night, reach me at the top of 12 flights, I'll see you in office, you're about to meet the bosses, don't worry about the losses, we are only seeing gains, you'd be a fool double cross us oh so early in game, this is for your namesake, I'll see you when the day break, I'll be there a day late, I'm not a square but I'm straight, by then we'll square it away, say did you read the press, we got one of our in legal trouble, man it' such a mess, yes, it's just a rough guess, but I'm thinking that he'll confess since we're in this pissing contest, with the conflicts of his conscience, he's content to be con, I see red flags, I see alarms, because we shagged that little blonde, we don't wear our pants around our ankles less we're getting sucked, that's wassup, ineluctably, when in doubt, I make it up, for the sake of us,
then hit a licky in the stolo for pure nothin leave em stained red *woop woop*(cop siren)- till boys in blue wildin' perpetuate the poison while theyre hoisted into the wild n the news askin clues like "Son, what did you do??!" nada dude but they feelin the tension brew need to pursue this rap-art-till-up-to-par--------for as far Fry you up like a platain i plant fame in my brain there aint much to complain im deter-MANED stay in yo lane im known to deter manes expand your consciousness claim your Lions Mane explain your cashless game I came to represent n collect names like this comment to collaborate and illustrate that the rap collective be the main incentive to be inventive and self-realize the most transcendent ...lets get ittt....
Pink diamond is shining on my pinkie I move swiftly your girl give me winky Just bought an apartment in monaco While you stuck in your backyard playing domino Drinking the same old 40 Until you all 40 Keeping it real syndrome. Y’all sorry! Change and growth Instead of banging the toast I’m hanging with those Who make decisions about the world Building my empire, present king past earl Got an army, lords, peasants, counselors Don’t talk about trust me it wont amount to much Machiavelli concepts to rule over your land Name and emblem to unify the clan
the street sweeper trudging deep but my knees deeper not to get triggered unless I'm a squeezer like big titties in a sweet bra I aint popping til I need ta breath prior between sires when i swing i bring fire between spires towers fell but I miss the records still when I spit his neckll spill like I twisted his head off real make that bread no bake off reel stay cold still like the bullets or showers I takell feel Wim Hoff in a maple field when I flow it' is syrupy aint no one that's nearing me. I got to show an blow up the rows wherever I go, its growing its therapy I got my soldiers with no fear and peace with a scope tween ya ear and cheeks my bros be knowing the security. leave ya open to hear ya shriek for I stove in and spear ya teeth it's a token I'm mercy free
doppia c come coco chanel vuoi la meglio roba prova il cocco da me zero tabacco fra non coppo camel troppe barre sembro fra da harlem non sono ne jamil e ne baida non voglio guerra e ne faida viaggio 150 chilometri vado a lubjana per fare i soldi come west side gunn troppo italiano guarda mangio lasagna anche se tra un mese mi trasferisco in spagna che smania i veri g gia se la mettevano la mascherina come passamontagna
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This is one of the greatest instrumentals of all time. The piano is too dope
Bruh I wouldn’t say that bruh, bruh it’s not top 25 instrumentals or beats ever bruh
This is basic af
Lol is this first beat you’ve ever heard or sum. One of the weakest beats I’ve heard
@@HT00798 fax bruh
@@DoomsdayDank 🤣
Dope 🔥🔥🔥
THAT SHISH IS HILARIOUS BROTHER!
Nice beat
Ticklin Tha Keys Like Bob James.
TUFF
Claim the title of the dog
Bark nigga fck em all
Gun on my side ready for any opposition
Born for the mission
Clarified my thoughts Fck I needed more
Yeah claim the title of the dog
Had nothing born in the struggle
Nigga I was poor
Yeah drugs I smuggle
Money green I ain't a betting horse
I'm up now dont need no more
Feel like luke I'm with the force
In the colgate PORSCHE
Dripping in SAUCE
Throwing GRENADES in COURTS
All to gain - nothing to LOSE
Watch the blood OOZE
Monkey see , monkey DO
Thug RULES
Bloodstained WALLS
Hospital WARDS
Grief stricken Mother's seek the LORD
Families MOURN
Tears drop on old PICTURES
Cold hearted KILLERS
REMORSELESS
Shooting up CORNERS
Shot CALLERS
Bricks passing BOARDERS
Living LAWLESS
Giving ORDERS
Running from law ENFORCEMENT
Scuffed my FORCES
Scaling FENCES
Fukk a SENTENCE
Out of BREATH
Coughing up PHELGM
It's like the struggle's ENDLESS
God forgive us our SHORTCOMINGS
Hearing guns BUSSING
Chained UP
Lieing under oath
Spitting on JUDGES
Wtf fire
When the time is right I’ll come an get my paper
Let the course of time be forget bout the haters
on the right path don’t look back
the only thing they can do is react
Opinions are not facts those are only judgments of people that are weak
Can’t even speak two words to save their live
always think there right
if I don’t agree just wanna fight
Put your knuckles up let’s see who strikes
got this armadillo rips through the pillow it might take your head an his freakin elbow
This beat tho 🔥🔥🔥👌🏽
Standard beat
Frankie
Of course they was wired to hate me
still in time you’ll thank me
Just want a slice ah land & 2 or 3 wives like Frankie
All Top model mistresses my queens rival
A lens missing off the Gucci goggle
I was born to be a teen idol
The little bitty pretty one on the hip
For all current events
My life’s an urban myth
You spot the silhouette in the mist
Out in the cold again
A hunnid times you tryn switch the code again
Get Blown apart like Napoleon Bonaparte you going dim
But still get lit up like it’s Christmas again
F&N kick your spirit drift in the wind
We promise to remember you but than
I guess when fools fall in love they bound to lose they head
Trash
blown apart like napoleon bonaparte is actually a really good bar lol
@@robertgoldstein6761 nah fr that gets ppls attention
@@calebbean7749 Frfr
Deem
Que tengo que hacer para poder usar este beat?
Opa, brasileiro junto na rima usando e usufruindo aqui com vcs na batida , fasendo a rima, rima que fica cria e endentifica o liguajar das periferias ou que diria , depois de superar as estatísticas poder participar representar o mano a mona a família, foi Jesus que olhou pra mim disse venha tirar o fardo rapaz e nos cola aí que vc vai ver o meu proceder , e quando colei ele me libertou , e disse agora outras passinas desenrolou, vai que vai na melódica da vida porque filhão altos e baixo e que te espera , mas na paz se liga, porque eu dou a paz não como o mundo da pode acreditar.
It’s Spectre, friend; this man is a mystery
I’ve got all of you suspecting me like Agatha Christie
But at the same time I’m putting tabs on you singly
just like your internet browser when you examine your history
And it makes all of you dapper lads ticked with me
‘Cause I pick your little skill out, and I value it trickily
My ways of looking at you are unmatched realistically
I might as well be a dan in the sixth degree
Meanwhile, while you chumps are giving me once-overs
I’m slowly figuring out your “facts”; you’re some dumb soldiers
Behind my lines with your gun holsters
without any actual guns INSIDE them - straps that look like bum-holders
You brothers use your mindsets to criticise a vet
yet when YOU get chided, you’re like, “I’m upset!”
I could put your minds at rest, but you’re all already dead
so I might as well write “R.I.P.” across your heads
Sick and tired of dealing with all you dreads
who talk so much that they end up sounding like Sadat X
Shout out to Brand Nubian, nuff respect
All I’m saying is they all want to copy off the vets
and then go round claiming to be the best rhymers on the set
You couldn’t spit rhyme/Rimes if you worked with LeAnn on a duet
From the East, to the South, to the North, to the West
To the middle, and underground until you end up in Tibet
Monks meditating, banging their heads on the Buddha
While you’re at the back smoking on the wet, getting stewed up
Mistaking the temple for a strip club in Aruba
Then waking up and finding out that you’re right under a stupa
I Read/Rapped This In WSG Voice
@@drebaby72988 How did you sound? I bet you added the skrrrts in between 😅 I rhymed this to myself in a Conway voice
This very good
"Scarlet Letter Revisted"
So I guess that the stress-decisions that you made you second guess-Jerliay was consumed death-im the rap monk that is celibate-she was a marionette pulled by the head of the polyamorous-her damage is hard to handle it's-like the last flicker of the candle's wick-
she knew I was monogamous tried mold me to accept-she be at parties having sex-strangers exploring^ what I consider intimate-
it's like she stole my innocence-she manipulated displaying patters of controlling behavior-
im always pleading stop-she always seeing reality in every way that its not-
then blame it on her autism-my brain is all out of wisdom-out of sync with the pen I ink-She was to build my museum!-but charged a hefty a price-
mental health sacrifice-oft she would talk of ending her life
im scarred because my museum has yet another set back-first my frat brother did that-
hand to God-im losing hope-confusion soaks-
Jerliay's delusions broke-when she traumatize I would tell her-she'd hang up the phone-
that shit would make me see red-then she always trying to get in my bed-
kind of chic that don't cook or give head-go to sex parties fucking other men
come to me trying to get me to enter in her sin-stress me out so much Ive been losing hair
she tried to gaslight but the fire is in the proof!-its there!-now im scared I may never get my museum built-its weird-
when I met in the program I put her before me-not realizing what my peer counselor Margret told me
protect and select yourself-Margret you were so right-that chic stole my whole light-her logic was psychopathic-no matter how abusive she was-she would paint her life as tragic-
I lost time-i lost energy-and I lost my magic-when I told Margret she laughed at-and said I lost my mojo-
jerliyah converted her like a demon possessing her soul-encroaching depression takes hold-i wonder if I will ever get this museum built yo-
Shoutout the Italian Weatherman. It's raining meatballs tonight ya'heard.
Lol wtf
You see my silhouette through the hazy lights of lazy heights, the palm trees at the top of the hour darker than night, reach me at the top of 12 flights, I'll see you in office, you're about to meet the bosses, don't worry about the losses, we are only seeing gains, you'd be a fool double cross us oh so early in game, this is for your namesake, I'll see you when the day break, I'll be there a day late, I'm not a square but I'm straight, by then we'll square it away, say did you read the press, we got one of our in legal trouble, man it' such a mess, yes, it's just a rough guess, but I'm thinking that he'll confess since we're in this pissing contest, with the conflicts of his conscience, he's content to be con, I see red flags, I see alarms, because we shagged that little blonde, we don't wear our pants around our ankles less we're getting sucked, that's wassup, ineluctably, when in doubt, I make it up, for the sake of us,
I used to think this piano loop was gey asf but wsgs bars got me hooked to listening on repeat all day
+
hit a blinky on the stiizy for cured noggin
then hit a licky in the stolo for pure nothin
leave em stained red *woop woop*(cop siren)- till boys in blue wildin'
perpetuate the poison while theyre hoisted into the wild n the news askin clues
like "Son, what did you do??!" nada dude but they feelin the tension brew
need to pursue this rap-art-till-up-to-par--------for as far
Fry you up like a platain i plant fame in my brain
there aint much to complain im deter-MANED
stay in yo lane im known to deter manes
expand your consciousness claim your Lions Mane
explain your cashless game I came to represent n collect names
like this comment to collaborate and illustrate that the rap collective be the main incentive
to be inventive and self-realize the most transcendent ...lets get ittt....
A blinky 🤣🔥
Pink diamond is shining on my pinkie
I move swiftly your girl give me winky
Just bought an apartment in monaco
While you stuck in your backyard playing domino
Drinking the same old 40
Until you all 40
Keeping it real syndrome. Y’all sorry!
Change and growth
Instead of banging the toast
I’m hanging with those
Who make decisions about the world
Building my empire, present king past earl
Got an army, lords, peasants, counselors
Don’t talk about trust me it wont amount to much
Machiavelli concepts to rule over your land
Name and emblem to unify the clan
the street sweeper
trudging deep but my knees deeper
not to get triggered unless I'm a squeezer
like big titties in a sweet bra
I aint popping til I need ta
breath prior between sires
when i swing
i bring fire between spires
towers fell but I miss the records still
when I spit his neckll spill
like I twisted his head off real
make that bread no bake off reel
stay cold still
like the bullets or showers I takell feel
Wim Hoff in a maple field
when I flow it' is syrupy
aint no one that's nearing me.
I got to show an blow up the rows
wherever I go, its growing its therapy
I got my soldiers with no fear and peace
with a scope tween ya ear and cheeks
my bros be knowing the security.
leave ya open to hear ya shriek
for I stove in and spear ya teeth
it's a token I'm mercy free
doppia c come coco chanel
vuoi la meglio roba prova il cocco da me
zero tabacco fra non coppo camel
troppe barre sembro fra da harlem
non sono ne jamil e ne baida
non voglio guerra e ne faida
viaggio 150 chilometri vado a lubjana
per fare i soldi come west side gunn
troppo italiano guarda mangio lasagna
anche se tra un mese mi trasferisco in spagna
che smania i veri g gia se la mettevano la mascherina come passamontagna
Boring
Go find a type beat
L
Dufy shit 🔥🔥
🤣
This shit sucks. These loop hip hop sounds are so trash it’s almost comical.
Sounds like my first beat in frootyloops back in 2008
:))
is that how fruity loops is spelled in russia ? u downloaded some soviet version
@@SHAAADOWWW794lol fr tho
Bro you email or ig. About beat