Slaughterhouse - Microphone Instrumental (OFFICIAL-NO LOOP) (with download)
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- Опубліковано 6 лют 2025
- This is an official instrumental of 'Microphone' which was produced by The Alchemist, and used by Slaughterhouse. Not just a loop, like the others on youtube.
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You may have also heard Eminem rap over this beat.
This is one of the coldest beats of all time
alchemist went in on this beat!!!! crazy
Once again, it's the sinister, cynical, minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy
Administer of the pain, just finished huffin' the paint
And muffled the fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he spray reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacin' stares, he glares, makin' the hairs
All on the back of yo' neck stand like Dracula, yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
Yeah, Angela, so I command you to start dancin'
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwin' animal parts at Scarlett Johansson
Enter my gas chamber, you're gangsta my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater
You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass
He's got his face in a mask, your bloodstains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel, posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing
Windows opening, shutting, doors opening, closing
I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only s'posed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing
I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink, I'm standin' over the sink, posing
Myself, self-loathing, 'cause I'm on a brink, mostly
I don't wanna think, "This will make everything rosy"
Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toe-sies
Totally frozen while I close in, I'm yodeling
"Rosey, won't you come out to play?" Ain’t no sense
Wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put Neurofens in my syrup and stir them
You never heard him like this, so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'
Eighty spirits of ladies 'cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn of events, and then he emerged, took
Over the world and reeled in all the children
Lured 'em into the buildin' and killed 'em
Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels, and
Still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin
Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol- three pills, the Real Slim
Shady's entered the buildin'
There's nothin' but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildrid
He's ill wit' it, he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he, emcees'll get fricasseed on the grill then
This verse was crazy. The non stop barrage of crazy rhyme-schemes exceeds any clever punchlines or wordplay he could of added if he wanted. This was him displaying his strength. I always felt like Em's biggest strength was his rhyme-schemes. Rhyming 4 to 5 syllables at time and painting a precise, comprehensive scene. It's just a shame the majority of people don't actually understand what they're hearing. It's like they know it sounds good, but they don't know why it sounds good lol. Funnily enough, this verse was actually around the time Relapse was released when everyone was saying he fell off and it got a lot of bad reception from many of his uninformed listeners, even though "crack a bottle" reached number one on the charts yet it was probably the worst track on the album.
Stir it 🔥🔥
In my head I'm rapping to this dropping fire bars and dope punch lines.... when in reality I can't rap for shit
YOO FACTS
Bro that’s why you practice.
@samuelbledsoe9601 had to get over a bad stuttering problem over the past couple of years. But now I might try
@@Superman23-t1wback after 3 years wow, are you over that? Do you overthink so it’s hard to get the words out or was it just a stutter, regardless. How old are you??
@mkingl25 got a notification for this comment. Why does my age matter? I got over my stutter about 2.5 years ago from listening to eminem
This is without doubt the best beat I've ever heard.🔥
Shook one’s pt. II >>>
I love this beat.
whos here from that eminem freestyle lol
me
Me shit was fire asf
Literally Everyone
If your talking about the Westwood one when he's in the UK ... I've been returning to that freestyle for 9 yrs ..That was truly History inn the making... hardly the words to explain the sheer talent of En that day wow truly Genius ..and a fire beat from Alchemist one of many 💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💥💥💥💍💍💍💍💍🦁
me
everybody got raps but no studio. 😎
The UA-cam Comment Section Rapper Selection...
Finally a video that isn't a loop. I already know a website to download but I'm not gonna advertise it. But thank you for uploading it!
It just popped up again out of no where. I used to freestyle allot before shit went sour in my life. All praise to The Most High GOD for keeping us all together as one
Eminem killed this beat when he freestyle on it.
youube comment section rappers be like
lemme jump on this beat
*types the while eminem frestyle*
Coming from the cat whos youtube name is TupacTheDonMakaveli'96. You aint Pac! Get his name out ya mouth!
Bryan Lockner nigga plz I love Pac's music I post his videos thas why my name is that
TupacTheDonMakaveli '96 I love his music too, got me through alot of hard times, but I don't name myself after him. To each his own bro
Top 5 Alchemist beats
We blastin off homie!!!
the best beat ever.
Alc dopeness
Good shit spyda, I was in the mood to battle haha.
I really like this beat.
These dudes had bars in for a minute.
i know we going through a recession, but the music ur makin gon' make it the great depression
ALCHEMIST THE BEST HIP-HOP FOREVER
that the beat i was waiting for.....
I first heard this on Eminem on Westwood, only reading up about slaughterhouse did I see they have a song titled microphone and had a hunch this might be the same beat
Best thing alchemist ever made
I think I finally made up my mind
I think it’s about to time to proceed
That’s the goal living my dream
I started out in the mud buckle shoes
Lots a scuffles throwing my knuckles at dudes
Exchanging bags and bundles of goods
I carry the weight I do it like it’s okay
For a skinny boy I eat everything that’s on my plate
this beat is crack my jaw is tight
Ayoooo
sick beat
Awesome!...just gave me what i was looking for thnx a lot dude!!... :D
This beat so hip hop. I can see lil man from the Rakim video still hittin shit wit a bat lol
Keep trying with this microphone
When I spit, im spitting on psycho mode
You are going to dig what i got in store for this beat right here!
6 years later 🤣🤣🤣
@@ste0079 years later 🤣🤣🤣🤣
@samuelbledsoe9601 he be hitting us with those Eminem dr album teasers ....we need to hear it lol
@@ste007 he’ll get them out one day man
@@samuelbledsoe9601 or maybe p diddler silenced him 😂😂😂
Dope!
-Solomon Jazz
Nice 👍👍👍
FINALLY YES THANK YOU =)
might perform
[Verse 1]
Once again, it's the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy
Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin' the paint
And muffler fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs
All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin'
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansson
Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass
He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater
You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass
He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table
[Verse 2]
I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing
Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing
I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only 'sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing
I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink hosing
Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly
I don't wanna think; this will make everything rosy
Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies
Totally frozen while I close in
I'm yodelling "Rosie, won't you come out to play?"
And no sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines
In the papers, making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put Nurofens in my syrup and stirred 'em
You never heard 'em like this, so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'
Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn of events that he emerged
Took over the world and reeled in all the children
Lured 'em into the building and killed 'em
Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels
And still can spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin
Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills
The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin'
There's nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch
Mildred, he's ill with it, he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he, MC's will get fricassed on the grill, then
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
that's tight i need that
cant wait to rip this
Attack 'em, on this track, baggin' bodies, then we stack 'em, facts, I'll clap back, and sack hacks, faster than you can tag 'em, braggin' like you got some albums, but for me, this mic is valium, and I'm addicted to spit, this quick witted shit, I pound 'em, but let's get back to the fact that diss track is comin' after the pissed, whack asses, only gifted with laughter, but I'm emptying bladders, it doesn't matter if you wanna rap, go back to chutes and latters, cause this is a game for the batters, and I'm takin' a swing, at your balls, cause I'm badder than y'all, so go gather, the platter, for this hungry master of wordplay, move bitch, get out the way of this disaster, I find the beat and I lock it, the only bars you ever dropped, were made outta chocolate, face it, you're not it, and as you're challenged to balance your talents, I drink from the chalice of malice, you're in wonderland, Alice, and your situation is dire, getting cooked by the mad hatter spittin' lines of fire, you should maybe retire, cause your flows lack that heat, while my flames grow brighter, we're dukin', but you're losin', shoryuken, Street Fighter, don't bother, I go harder and hotter, and I'm resistant to water, if you try to put me out, I'll put you down, like a vet, it's a slaughter, so never forget, I aim for the head, with no spotter, and with the push of the trigger, you're a goner, still wanna battle? Who do you think is quicker, and smarter? I'll reload before you get ahold of your doctor, these words have taken their toll, puttin' holes in this cannon fodder, cause when I get on the mic, I like to body these talkers, like a stalker gettin' caught, all their talkin' is awkward, but I'll let you speak your piece, cause defeat, is no longer an option, come at me, but if it's weak, I'll put you up for adoption...Lol. Just somethin' dumb I wrote.
The only bars you dropped were made out of chocolate... I love it
Crazy bars bro 🔥🔥
im it homie save the rest i dont need it just be sure to pay the dope one tribute when you seek it.
Nice.
Still listening in 2025 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
banks absolutely bodied this beat
gonna kill this... thanks for posting
The banana drops deep as does my chord.
I never push, 'cause to push is the husband of accord.
Beyond the walls of sausages, life is defined.
I think of friends when I'm in a New York state of mind.
Hope the board got some ward.
My record don't like no dirty cord.
Run up to the award and get the accord.
In a New York state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The full banana?
You complain about women.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the americana.
I'm rappin' to the towel,
And I'm gonna move your foul.
Poor, entertaining, sharp, like a torch
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a blowtorch.
I can't take the women, can't take the compass.
I woulda tried to run I guess I got no gyrocompass.
I'm rappin' to the foul,
And I'm gonna move your towel.
Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.
When I was young my husband had a cabana.
I waz kicked out without no americana.
I never thought I'd see that santa.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my husband's arcana.
An ugly joystick is quite the kick.
Thinking of friends. Yaz, thinking of friends (friends).
damn guys, listen....this is NOT the official, its not its not its not
I come from the cruddy corners where the pistols stay poppin\Im phenomenal astounding this shit ya ain't stoppin\Im suited with piece you fake rappers is crop toppin\This a big picture and I'm in it don't try croppin\Im like the new years ball my flow ya watch droppin\Someday my name gon be at the top of the billboard toppin\
keep trying guy
nicholas, stop pretending.
garbage
that was dope
good bars
spit heat got bitches in the sheets
bout to strangle the beat, mix the heat flip the beat
cracked up bout to be smacked up, don't slip up
get a shiv in ya dome, mouth start to foam, body rotting at home
Аёу, АК, вот вам два колпака
Чтоб наверняка, больше кофе меньше молока
Это Гуфака, меньше вальса, больше гопака
Я всё реже по музеям и чаще по кабакам
Наша страна широка, моя походка легка
ЕКБ, МСК, не путай берега
Жди в твоём городе где-то после четверга
Куда не летят самолёты, точно едут поезда
А, ну да, по ходу так и надо
И последние два года я всё чаще бываю за МКАДом
Краткость - сестра таланта, ой да ладно
Нам абсолютно не в падлу вырывать листы из тетрадок
Нас это радует, вам это нравится тоже
Хлопайте в ладоши для Вити, Максима и Лёши
Автомат Калашникова так и ебошит
Хочешь накурить? Неси бошек, только хороших
Вот я о том же, сколько можно уже?
От ещё одного буля вашей ганжи мне не станет хуже
Ты лучше подойди к процессу серьёзно
Здесь раста-боссы: ZM, Берёза
Спроси у взрослых, подумай пока не поздно
Чтобы не сказали потом, чё за беспонт принёс ты
Мы просто очень давно в литературном клубе
Везде есть те, кто хочет, чтобы мы с ними подули
А мы дуть любим, вот мы и дуем
Я респектую всем, кто меня где-то когда-то накуривал
Где бы я ни был, зимой или летом
Находился добрый человек с огромным штакетом
Всем моим секретным агентам рахметы
Я не помню всех имён, кто знает, тот поймёт
Почему в аптеках не бывает пипеток?
Мы не знаем ответа, делаем рэпчик и не ебёт
Clever & Einer Bankz 'Backwoods' (Live Performance) | Open Mic
[Припев: Ноггано]
Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами
И зависают на весах под правильный саунд
Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад
Перезвони, если занят, мы всё взяли
Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами
И зависают на весах под правильный саунд
Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад
Перезвони если занят, мы всё взяли
[Куплет 2: Ноггано, Витя АК]
Безумное трио плюс Ноггано задира
Даже разбитый в хлам не ухожу с ринга
Довёл своей сатирой критиков до тика
Дырки строчат на меня диссы под копирку
Дымись, папирка, контрабанда от Вити из Египта
Говорю: «Это ж сроком можно, Витя, на пятнаху влипнуть»
А он мне в ответ хитрую лыбу:
«Лучше пятнаху, чем курить галимую глину»
Ира говорила: «Ноггано - это жёстко и дико»
Но пошла на концерт на пару с подругой Викой
Там, попав под дым, залипнув у бара
Проебала сумку Birkin, и в ней косарь грина налом
После на стене оставила мне коммент, мол
Музыка твоя говно, а сам ты гопник
Из твоих поклонников минимум каждый третий уголовник
И во вторник я иду на концерт группы «Корни»
Ёпта, «Корни» - это заебись
Но лучше сходи, бикса, тасанись на концерт дуэта «БиС»
Бис-бис, дымись, каннабис
У нас всё ровно, в рот ебись, шоу-биз
Говорят: «Ты худший пример для примера»
Отвечаю: «Быть примером - это к президенту с премьером»
Мне говорят: «Тебе далеко до настоящего поэта»
Отвечаю: «Главное быть настоящим, а поэты - это к Фету»
Мне говорят: «Твоё музло - жёсткая пропаганда»
Отвечаю: «Есть, как есть, решай сам, как надо»
Такие предъявы закидывай папам и мамам
И мусорам, крышующим торгующих ядом
Мне говорят: «Твоё музло - это не рэп»
Но мой простецкий сленг разлетелся по всей стране
А твой жалкий закос под америкосов
Увы, так и останется дешёвым закосом
Когда откажет головной мозг, воспользуюсь костным
Мои рифмы как дикие осы
Фото на постере, для тебя - это космос
Мой космос - пизженный Оскар у Костнера
Скажешь: impossible как интервью с Познером
Поздно, мы уже раскачали полстраны, руки в воздух!
Дыши и ты вперемешку с разрывными парами
Те, кто здесь, респектуют тех, кто с нами
[Припев: Ноггано]
Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами
И зависают на весах под правильный саунд
Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад
Перезвони, если занят, мы всё взяли
Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами
И зависают на весах под правильный саунд
Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад
Перезвони если занят, мы всё взяли
[Куплет 3: Витя АК]
Улетевшие МС стелят на биты
И ты хотел бы как они, но они не ты
Тогда понты свои в долгий ящик отложи
Смотри по ящику LG как мы убрали всех с лыжни
Может ведь кто-то в рэпе сильно разбирается
И вряд ли на концерте меня спутает с Юрием Гальцевым
Тогда я понимаю, что не зря курил
Голосуйте за меня, I'm a motherfucking real
АК, Ноггано, Гуф, давай, делай шире круг
Города поют, братан, когда слышат этот звук
Для парней и их подруг, дешёвым МС хук
Что за нервный тик, когда в голову твою тук-тук?
Витя АК майком обладает
Ведь твоё сердце тает, когда это в воздухе витает
«Алё, Таня? Привет, это Виталик
Зайди вКонтакт, я на стене тебе это дерьмо оставил»
Копируешь стайл у зеркала с расчёской
Тут каждый в своём стиле наворачивает жёстко
Берёза, Moscow, подросток или взрослый
Бойся 228, если пудришь носик
[Припев: Ноггано]
Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами
И зависают на весах под правильный саунд
Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад
Перезвони, если занят, мы всё взяли
Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами
И зависают на весах под правильный саунд
Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад
Перезвони если занят, мы всё взяли
[Куплет 4: Макси АК]
i want an instrumental of the guitar synth beat :(
This is NOMAD, CAN I BUY this mp3 from u
Yo man, can I use this one of my freestyles without profit of course ?
Where is this beat but without this MIC, MICROPHONE
Everybody talking about em's freestyle like it wasn't a song by slaughterhouse called microphone😂🤦♂️🤦♂️
Is that something wrong with that?
Slow it down somewhat 🔥🔥🔥
good shit. send me that instrumental link please.
can i get this beat please
95% of the "freestyles" u hear are written. Improvisional freestyles are off the head. Mixtape verses and battle raps are called freestyles because they aren't composed in any traditional "song format" #facts
No shit Sherlock lol
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Kate, it's time.
It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin).
Straight out the super dungeons of rap.
The stick drops deep as does my soap.
I never bleed, 'cause to bleed is the spouse of rope.
Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined.
I think of hammers when I'm in a Houston state of mind.
Hope the slope got some hope.
My envelope don't like no dirty dope.
Run up to the scope and get the rope.
In a Houston state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The hideous stick?
You complain about rain.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the quick.
I'm rappin' to the leg,
And I'm gonna move your keg.
Smelly, single, crazy, like a pixie
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dixie.
I can't take the rain, can't take the banana.
I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no arcana.
I'm rappin' to the keg,
And I'm gonna move your leg.
Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind.
When I was young my spouse had a dick.
I waz kicked out without no sic.
I never thought I'd see that kick.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's quick.
A slippery joystick is quite the kick.
Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).
This is not what I was looking for lmao
Another day another beat to I'm bout to kill
Another day another dollar to pay bills
Fckin sick and tired of living in this struggle
Maybe I should just quit my job and start to hustle
But that would just make me another fool in the streets
Always gettin put down, happiness is Sumin I don't see
This life is something you don't want it's tough
Tryna make it in the streets gonna need more than luck.
yo,
all i need is a microphone,
to get a point across,
chain round my neck,
st.georges cross,
no night rider,
no hassellhoff,
because i be grinding,
its ya girl a.dot,
and ima do this thing,
im never gunna stop
never giving up,
till i get to the top,
occuring accomplishments,
its the number one spot,
pushing the packs,
putting the money in the pot,
gimme ya stash,
before your nose goes pop,
round my ends,
i am respected a lot,
like lil wayne,
the world fucking drop
All I can hear is Eminem freestyling over this from when he was on Tim Westwood’s show.
once again it's the cynical sinister minister Shaaady 🔥
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ძალიან ბევრი რითმა მარა ნაკლები ემსი
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მამას შვილად ვაქცევ მიკროფონზე
პიონერი ვარ, ტრენდებს ვქმნი მიკროფონზე
განათლებული, მარა გიჟი ვარ მიკროფონზე
შეშლილი კიარა მოთვინიერებული საღები ხართ მიკროფონზე
არც კი დაიწყე უკვე მორჩი მიკროფონზე
მკვლელი კიარა ნორჩი ხარ მიკროფონზე
ზედნეტი ფანტაზია და ნაკლები ფანი
ზედმეტი სინაზე და ნაკლები ჯავრი
ზედმეტი ყეფა და ნაკლები კბენა
ზედმეტი შიმშილი და ნაკლები კვება
გეხვეწები, ჰაჰ საათი გაქ ბანალური
მე კი მიკეთია ანტარქტიკა სამაჯური
შენი შანსი არის გამაზული
აზრი გაქ დასავლური
კიარა ბედი გაქ დათარსული
ჩაგაწვენ კუბოში, ვიცავ სოციალურ დისტანციას
რანაირად მიცნობ, არც არასდოს გვიბაზრია
ამბობ გიკაცია, მორთე ტირანია,
მარა რეალურად სიზმარია,
You better up your repititions on the bench press, I clench stress, call me spidee I dispense webs/Mr. Clean here to wipe away this stench mess, meanwhile I spit bars 'Taylor' made like a hemmed dress/Wipin ya germs off won't even do a damn thing, this man's zing just fell short like a fan's wing/A trainwreck, he was impailed from the back, derailed off the track, shit, he even failed to do THAT/I'm nailin the facts...I don't need a tool of the trade, for proof of the spoof, a fool I just made
@UWillKnowMeAsThatGuy, yeah I thought I was the weird one that noticed that too.
yeh i want this shit
i just heard it like 2 days ago man,
i heard Em rip it a year or so ago...but jus found out it was a slaughterhouse track.
i dunno why ur hatin on me? i never seen ur rhyme?
I need this track
Original = ost alpagueur .. french movie of 1976...
whered u get this?
0:14
Why not just put the download link in the info area?
i need this beat
yes you can write freestyles.
Yo dude, I've been looking for this. Could you send me a link? Cheers bro
where are the snare drums at 0:12? you are missing that
Microphone fiend
it's great slaughterhouse is by Shady now
@warriorbeats did he send you the instrumental?
can someone show me the link to download this awesome beat, tnx guys :D
shivery shaken drinkin bottles witness the hangings, hypocrites legs dangling rope tied to ceilings, Guantanamo bay shit fuck it you get no hearings, speaker blaring so much bass it will knock off your earrings, painting walls with murderous thoughts silence the victim, Picasso with the blood dripping the canvas my kitchen, the flow is always my mission but lyrics are my visions, I stay down to earth cuz the snipers in high positions, bombs droppin, arms flying his men diein keeps lookin behind him cuz he keeps hearing Aks firin, all the while kings feast and dining in silence, but peasants are pawns so he just moves to violence, but before he left for war he had a trick up his sleeve, he poison the beef all the kings are dead and deceased, when he gets home its just his family him and he, he lays his rifle on ground he oaths to preach the peace
holy shit bars !
hahahaha thanks
Bryan Lockner My god...
VALD ⚪
Vald Sullyvan, rimes virales sur beat minimal.
He's a tarantula gargantuan is crazy lol
PLEASE LEMME GET THIS
I have a habit of manic and psychopathic behavior,
A savior to the devil when I’m doing him favors,
Good or bad I’m kinda glad I got ya’ll has haters,
Shades of, Stevie Wonder under the darkest of makers,
Part of Gods work, like bolts hurled,
And malt turned into lava scarring all your faces,
Rain mixed with electric blessed with the power of Hades,
Spitting written words ya’ll turned back to your cases,
Tripping written words I’ve tied together your laces,
Keep your enemies closer I feel your hatred,
Flip the script on triple nines because I’m Satan,
I’m your own worst enemy that you are caged in,
Suffocating your intake till your lungs cave in,
Tagged as British coz its England I am made in,
Top 5 not be signed is what I’m arranged in…
Nice bars
Simplesmente foda
Can I get the link
How can we buy this mp3
got the downlad link bro?
anyone like aussie hip hop ? if so thumbs up n ill spit over it
I'll school you like Charlemagne. You clowns are all the same.
I'm sorry for all the pain. I'll fall the day I'll leave frozen underground.
I'm legendary : Ali-Frazier for the crown. I must sound a little crazy
to the crowd, but lately I've found out it's the genius curse.
Everyone envy his glory and is friendly after, but I'll take y'all back when
no GPS worked and my only answer was in the bottom of a bottle
and didn't mean shit. Diminishing myself and selling ammunitions
to my ennemies to initiate my doom cause of martyr's porn
to finally appeal my innocence. I mean I sinned because a artist poor,
but my heart is pure. I might've said and thought horrible things,
but it was the reflection of a broken soul since I've repent and I'll redeem
all the evil deeds to relieve my shoulder from the weight by showing the
world the power of words from tears to shouts. Do you ear me now?
Do you feel the sound? From Terre to clouds, the frontiers
Imma tear 'em down and spread like the plague into your neighbor's
houses. Ain't no doubt, I change pagans to believers. Now,
ain't no boundaries until I fly in whores like pegasus. I can tell,
It's the genesis of a new era, a Renaissance. A menace is back in town.
I can help. I've been running since years and I'm tired of turning around.
You ain't profound, you simplify the reality so it fits your vision.
Lying to your self like the Hell is cold. Efficient, no denial in me,
but I'm half hurricane, half yoga. I focus on the stars like a telescope.
Falling? Never again. Alchemist, understand the elements
to know the whole. Another vault deciphered, another knowledge
acquired. I polish my craft, it's corrosive. Don't panic, Although I punish
all the wack artist who pawn their dignity for a GTA 4 lifestyle,
dig in deep you'll find out, they're indeed just in secure.
I steal the cure to this blindness. I'll explain it to the listeners.
The lesson starts with truth. The less in us, the more idleness will nest
inside. Insight of the human cognition. Conditioned to bend to his
volition everything to avoid moving up his finger, but the void
of achievement is a parasite feeding off youth and oxygen.
It's enough students, I'll see you again. Have a good night.
i made it so u cant live without me
u phien made u wanna kill any bitch that doubt me
once u grip around me u feel the energy
crowds start formin u feel the chemistry
u sober up u dont even feel the hennesy
u aint gangsta but u play it real convencingly
u only nice around me like scott pipen
50 jars of piff grey goose an hot bitches
u only talk about it in ya ryme u do not live it
i gave u power i made buck wild son
u can tell were u got ya who style from
u on top howcome
every teen white rapper
I'm a spiritual, lyrical miracle, subliminal individual and a Criminal.
I am very cool nerd living inside your swimming pool like a floating bird.
My poem game cruel and crucial, bit boring but brutal,
but know I'm magical, mystical and mythical, I punch my haters so hard they become fictional.
They tried to steal my poems full of syllables which is typically illegal, but they are just miserable trying to mess with me the eternal and immortal, you might think I'm a joke cause you living in denial.
i could use this beat!! hit me up
Yo...Yo.. here we go! Yo soy el mamao que siempre esta cagado, te llamo un carepicha porque siempre handas quitiado! UUUUUHHHHHHH, exclusive shit...LMAO!!
Yo cuzin I need that beat
My thoughts trap like prison, my vision like prisms, isms, mysticism, sinasism, mix energy in a art rhythmic rythm/ start shit bitch dog, get a biscut pussy, tisc tisc don't you go frisk it, mystic wit the rhythmic pull your springs like the harp will spell em/ sparks i get um from thoughts i turn on light bulbs, that marks my vision like hawks it isn't my fault, laser sharp precision i off i hindu your thoughts, ya just hit it so soft like minature golf/ finish ya off pop cans like spinage involved, hot hand may trigger your fall put a end to u all/ fatality to immortality reality i got the random guy screaming finish em dawg/ menace to win it stop your game nd its reddish green is a go on the bowl like its lettuce/ I caution u to stop like, over ya head stop light, not right, south paw unorthodox like/ the ring of death will make your box light go, i mean who would ve thought like, who would've through right, that this will come to a full circle threesixty, y'all don't got the right angles or degrees to get me
i just make a 1:30 freestyle to this its crazy ill send you the link when i post it
9 years later, didn't post it😂🤦♂️
Once again its 5he spiritual lyrical JD, grab the pen begin again let America play me, trace the ink to my style but the audiençe made me, çant understand à màn that stands wherever they crave me. listen and pay attention i need to mention, was in fact i who put the keys in the ignition, desperate attempt to every way flee division, and supervision by those that werent comprehensive of the mission, my intention and vision treated as something of suspicion, knowing innocence lay at its core simply from my admission, alone its unkown who it was opposite of the collision. Come death detention or suspension, may repetition of my spirit keep live my next edition, leading the pack and inspiring all motivated by said position
How do u do that??