Call My Connect Instrumental - Max B,French Montana, Skyy High
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- Опубліковано 18 вер 2024
- Call My Connect Instrumental And It Was Hard To Find The Instrumental But Fuck It I Looped It Lol Yup And Its Produce By Sose Platinum Yup Yup Holla At Them Niggas To Hook Ya Verses Right Wit The Beats
Yo never gets old legend max b
"Fuck a vest i hit you from da neck up" Frenchy go hard
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[Jadakiss:]
Everybody runnin they mouth 'bout how they real
Ringtones blowin the doors off album sales
Need to be tellin the people 'bout how they feel
So that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel I'll
Music just ain't what it used to
We used to have songs that, you could shoplift or boost to
This is the truth too, listen we gon' pop in the Juice Crew
Then run up in the mall, get loose boo
Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes
Five Percenters teachin the god lines
Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers
Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer
Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor
Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen
Fashion statements, bats was safe then
Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in
[Chorus x2: Joell Ortiz]
Aww man (man) this is hip-hop
Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop
I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop
Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uhh, geah, check
I said hip-hop, started out in the park
Man I knew it was goin down from the start
I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart
Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart
It's hip-hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit
Watch the kid rock albums, I hurt verses
And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when
I'm like a NBA game, nothin less than 10
It's like all kinda diseases infest my pen
I'm sick [cough] I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm
This gift, could be a curse if you don't use it right
So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night
They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage
Dudes worship him, girls be draggin him off the stage
You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track
Give your producer my contacts I'll murder that
it...
This is what I wished for
Just isn't how I envisioned it
Fame to the point of imprisonment
I just thought the shit'd be different
But something changed
The minute that I got a whiff of it
I started to inhale it
Smell it
Started sniffin' it
And it became my cocaine
I just couldn't quit
I just wanted a little bit
Then it turned me (in)to a monster
I became a hypocrite
Concert after concert
I was raking in the dough
Rolling in green
Had the game hemmed up
Like a sewing machine
But I was losing my freedom
There was no where for me
To not go and be seen
And just go and be me
And there was no in-between
You either loved it or hate it
Every CD critics gave it a 3, then 3
Years later, they'd go back and re-rate it
And call the Slim Shady LP the greatest
The Marshall Mathers was a classic
The Eminem Show was fantastic
But Encore just didn't have the caliber to match it
I guess enough time just ain't passed, yet
A couple more years, that shit'll be ill-matic
And eight years later, I'm still at it
Divorce, re-married
A felon
A father
Sleeping pill addict
And this is real talk
I feel like the Incredible Hulk
My back has been broke, and I can still walk
So be Careful What You Wish For
'Cause you just might get it
And if you get it then you just might not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I said
Be Careful What You Wish For
'Cause you just might get it
And if you get it then you just might not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I got a letter from a fan, that said
He's been praying for me
Every day and for some reason
It's been weighing on my mind heavy
'Cause I don't read every
Letter I get, but something told me to go ahead and open it, but
Why would someone pray for you when they don't know you?
You didn't pray for me when I was local
And as I lay these vocals
I think of all the shit I had to go through
Just to get to where I'm at
I've already told you at least
A thousand times in these rhymes
I appreciate the prayer, but I've already got
God on my side
And it's been one hell of a ride, hasn't it?
Just watchin' it from an opposite standpoint
Man, boy's got to look
Nuts
And that's the only word I can think of right now
On how
To describe the shit
This is like a vibe you get
Go ahead and bob to it
Just watch what you wish for, 'cause I got the shit
So be Careful What You Wish For
'Cause you just might get it
And if you get it then you just might not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I said
Be Careful What You Wish For
'Cause you just might get it
And if you get it then you just might not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might
So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home
Ya understand? Once you memorize a sentence
It's like an exercise
Y'all niggas can't be serious right now
I'm the all time heavy weight champion of flowers
I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now
Best flow, most consistent, realest stories
Most charisma, I set the most trends
And my interviews are hotter, holla
I jog in the graveyard
Spar in the same ring
That was housed by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
With the weight of the world on my shoulder
That's why they call me "Hova"
I'm far from being God
But I work goddamn hard
I wake up the birds so when the nerds asleep
I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end
I am "focused man"
And I'm not afraid of death
And I'm going all out
I circle the vultures in a van and
I run the block (run)
Pull up in a drop (pull up)
Push up on my money (push up)
I'm in great shape dunny
I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets
Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch
I pump in Roc sweats
All white trainers
The ghetto's Billy Blanks
I show you niggas what pain is
Maintain your stamina
Hov will damage ya
Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs
The fifth, a dead lift if
Niggas don't want to get shot
Then y'all niggas better squat
I drop your set for rep
No need to hit the showers
The spit from the fifth leave you wet
Lyrical exercise
Y'all niggas ain't tired right?
One, one, two, two
Three, three, four, breathe easy
One, one, two, two
Three, three, four, breathe easy
One, one, two, two
Three, three, four, breathe easy
One, two, three, four, breathe easy (suckers)
Get your weight up
Not your hate up
Jigga man is diesel
When I lift the eight up
Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy
Your flow is brain on drugs
Mines is rap on steroids
I lift every voice when I sing
My ability
Make yours look like an exercise in futility
Bring your squad
Biceps, triceps, and quads
We don't struggle with undeveloped muscle
Y'all ain't real, that's y'all Achilles Heel
Same routine when you see me you know the drill
I spot ya
I lift the weight of the watch off your arm
Remain nice and calm
Put down your things
Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring
No matter how many pounds you bring
It sounds like the same old thing
ROC is the strongest team, fuckers
One, one, two, two
Three, three, four, breathe easy
One, one, two, two
Three, three, four, breathe easy
One, one, two, two
Three, three, four, breathe easy
One, two, three, four, breathe easy
I notice a slite pause in the song when it replays
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
beat ('d) up from the feet up, these streets got me covered like prenupts
Roasting these bars like peanuts, only fuck with triple d cups
Laxing in an s8 bitch suck on these nuts, flow smoothe reflux.....just buggin out nice beat
yes he is theres two different versions
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best loop this shit hard body iima do this beat
@YTCypha Real shit
that
french was never on this song wtf