@@cfomusic73 nope vocal remover ai, you gotta realize its actually really hard to recreate a instrumental almost the same it can be done but its waste of time unless you are studying beats.
Intro: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo) C'mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever) Alright (Check, check, check, check, check) Get 'em! [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Cut 'em undercover, timeless Ready for 'em, progress Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started Two shots back for my dearly departed Uh, you are now dеalin' with a monster Boss shit, profits Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet Black Wall Street, niggas know whеre the stock is Heh, try me Niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me Heh, unwinding Shit's blinding, still grinding Uprising, agh Stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga Agh Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure Lookin' for my next gold digger This summer here gon' be colder than winter Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing, put that on my children Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up Heh, and I'm about to sum it up This shit here that problem Livin' at the bottom of a bottle "Full throttle" my motto, eh Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto That awful in your nostril In a brothel, this is gospel Yeah, I'ma need all that, pronto Nardo Wick “Who Want Smoke?' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Eminem] Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is (Yeah) Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did [Verse 2: Eminem] Like a satanic cult, it's An old ritual slaughtering goats, bitch (Goats, bitch, yeah) You're fucking with the original, flow's sick And anybody can get it-COVID (Fuck with that?) I done wrote shit That was so sharp, I could slit my own fucking throat with it So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is) Yeah, so better steer clear from him Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (Yeah) Your career sucked (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?) Like a fuckin' leprechaun with its beard cut (Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha) You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's (What?) I love checks and I hate tricks And you're a fake bitch (Bitch) I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (Yeah) Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix (But I) Can't be whipped with egg beaters (Nah) You cunts must be out of your labias And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist (Woo!) Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper (*Snores*) Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof) We're both in our lab coats like retrievers (Grrr) But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (What?) Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah) Oh, you're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (Haha) But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer (Nah) Like clothes in between the two rollers, and- wait, no What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (Why?) That's how I wound up sewin' Machine up So, fucks, if you don't give up me, then Time to ride or die, 'cause you're either both or you're neither (Yeah, yeah) Throw a middle finger up if you're rollin', but, me, I'm gonna- (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
this was a killer rhyme scheme Upper e che lon your career suck It was sheer luck Le pre chaun with it's beard cut Wea pon drawn with a beer gut De cepti con with it's gear stuck
(1st verse) Sittin and spittin Strippin and lickin Stickin da tippin Listen to beats while we're sippin a champagne drank Dang dang jinglang Bang bang bang main thang came In hip hop yo the Gays make fame Blame game shame Reminder these Behind the scenes He tries to leave Cries and pleads Keep driving jeeps And diving deep Reminding me I'm 93 years old Away from the light I'm freezing cold Leave me alone Deep in the snow Avalanche Buried alive I have a plan Hurry and die Slurpee inside 7-11 I'm going to heaven To fly good night This is good bye
Watch this! Flow so sick that it starts Fkn mosh pits* got this rap on lock like a locksmith* other day I almost fell in love with a goths chick* maaaan that woulda been some gossip* and when it come to beef I don’t squash it * I cook it right back up in the pot and ask wtf do you got in response bitch*?If I don’t get a replyyy* somebody just might see why* no need for me to deny*but u might wanna go and retry* Making bars rain down like it’s Tetris * yes bitch* spit this shit til I’m restless* whip up these bars and this beat like some nequik* y’all so cute y’all on the guest list* Feeling pathetic* so come and just get it* but make sure you bringing a medic* damn right I just said it* nobody leaving alive til the reaper arrives* and he forget it* fuck being perfect fuck all of that edit* don’t give me no credit!* but give me this beat so I can shred it* like a cheese grader* ima tree blazer* see ya later
Cut 'em undercover, timeless, ready for 'em, progress Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started Two shots back for my dearly departed, uh You are now dealin' with a monster, boss shit, profits Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet Black Wall Street, niggas know where the stock is, heh Try me, niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me, heh Unwinding, shit's blinding, still grinding, uprising Ah, stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga Uh, nigga like me, still here, motherfucker, go figure Lookin' for my next gold digger This summer here gon' be colder than winter Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing, put that on my children Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up Heh, and I'm about to sum it up This shit here that problem, livin' at the bottom of a bottle "Full throttle, " my motto, yeah Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto That awful, in your nostril, in a brothel, this is gospel Yeah, I'm a need all that pronto Yes I'm, yes I'm, yes I'm Gon' ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is (yeah) Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did Like a satanic cult It's an old ritual slaughtering GOATS, bitch (GOATS, bitch, yeah) You're fucking with the original, flow's sick And anybody can get it, COVID You fuckin' with that? I done wrote shit that was so sharp I could slit my own fucking throat with it So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (roach is) Yeah, so better steer clear from him Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We are on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (yeah) Your career subbing me (what?), It was sheer luck (like what?) Like a fuckin' leprechaun with its beard cut (Still a) punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's I love checks and I hate tricks And you're a fake bitch (bitch) I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (yeah) Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix (But, I) can't be whipped with egg beaters (nah) You cunts must be out of your labias And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist (woo) Nate Diaz, got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper (yeah) And me and Dre are like dog hair (woof) We're both in our lab coats like retrievers But, like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breeder (what?) Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (yeah) Oh, you're the king of rap? You're about to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver At least you can end up comin' to blows like a wiener But, I ain't finish puttin' these hoes through the ringer (nah) Like clothes in between the two roll is a weight No, what I mean is flow's interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (why?) That's how I wound up sewin' machine up So, fucks if you don't give up me the time to ride or die (yeah) 'Cause you're either both or you're neither (yeah) Throw a middle finger up (yeah) if you're rollin' (yeah) But, me, I'm gonna-
No disrespect to the pioneers before me I ain't trying to outdo Or lie to you, homie I'm just killing time Til it's time to kill phonies With a book of rhyme The state of mind They ain't knowing A King kong flowing any better Trying to keep his head up above The water lever, floating In a snow-covered frozen ocean Oh no here he goes again Going through motions Talking to a ghost he keeps close for comfort Posting the most absurd roasts He's boasting Throwin’em a toaster While they sitting in a bath relaxed Laughing as they panic Cause they don't know the cords missing Before pimpin’ and dem gold diggers I wore the soles and my clothes Showing a living soul could explode From convulsions
It seems I need an intervention the rhythm isn't working neither is all of my writtens siphon all my siphers like it's gas up in my engine Tryna make a rap that someone wishes they'd have written If it comes to the craft ima slave up in the system Matrix numbers calculating just to get positions of a vision where you drop that's why go and never stop people wondering the worst not reflecting what they got mirrors in this maze tell me which road do you choose They say monkeys play the games but we win so who's the fools? I'm a king I make the rules go wherever I amuse Make the world the way I want cause I got nothing to lose Got the weight up on my shoulders asking can I hold out It's the fate of every man to prematurely pull out It'sa decision of your own to get up off the couch and find out what real living is all really about If I'm honest I'm a blank slate Iempty on the gas tank fake it till we make it even if it is my last day this isn't a script You just get what you get So make sure when you are older you can say that you lived I just -
No time limit when your music's timeless. Ppl praying for my downfall we'll take a number and wait in line. My success makes ppl so pissed off. I mean it makes them curse and rip out their own hair then they start punching at the air. On a instrumental I'm picture perfect Mr perfect like Curt Henning. My name is Casanova Brown and I'm lyrical out of this atmosphere. But I'm from earth where ppl trying to use your skin color against you. FOH with that my skin color represents my ancestors and how i make history on a daily basis. Gospel.
![Dr. Dre - Gospel (with Eminem) [Official Audio]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ssfkASaR2Ww/mqdefault.jpg)
![Dr. Dre - Deep Cover [Instrumental]](/img/n.gif)
Probably the cleanest version...
preciate it 🤝
@@mal7992 yo... Did you actually recreate the beat yourself?
@@cfomusic73 i don't think he did but if he did he's a god
@@cfomusic73 nope vocal remover ai, you gotta realize its actually really hard to recreate a instrumental almost the same it can be done but its waste of time unless you are studying beats.
This beat is a banger for real 🤙🔥
damn fkn legend the flow on this is epic
eminem is my favorite afro american rapper
Intro: Eminem & Dr. Dre]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
C'mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever)
Alright (Check, check, check, check, check)
Get 'em!
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Cut 'em undercover, timeless
Ready for 'em, progress
Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started
Two shots back for my dearly departed
Uh, you are now dеalin' with a monster
Boss shit, profits
Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet
Black Wall Street, niggas know whеre the stock is
Heh, try me
Niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me
Heh, unwinding
Shit's blinding, still grinding
Uprising, agh
Stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga
Agh
Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure
Lookin' for my next gold digger
This summer here gon' be colder than winter
Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions
And you can go missing, put that on my children
Bet that, nigga, what?
Regret that, run it up
Heh, and I'm about to sum it up
This shit here that problem
Livin' at the bottom of a bottle
"Full throttle" my motto, eh
Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto
That awful in your nostril
In a brothel, this is gospel
Yeah, I'ma need all that, pronto
Nardo Wick “Who Want Smoke?' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified
[Chorus: Dr. Dre & Eminem]
Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up, bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is (Yeah)
Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Like a satanic cult, it's
An old ritual slaughtering goats, bitch (Goats, bitch, yeah)
You're fucking with the original, flow's sick
And anybody can get it-COVID (Fuck with that?)
I done wrote shit
That was so sharp, I could slit my own fucking throat with it
So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is)
Yeah, so better steer clear from him
Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (Yeah)
Your career sucked (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?)
Like a fuckin' leprechaun with its beard cut
(Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha)
You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's (What?)
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you're a fake bitch (Bitch)
I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix
(But I) Can't be whipped with egg beaters (Nah)
You cunts must be out of your labias
And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me
Then it basically makes me an atheist (Woo!)
Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas
In a chokehold and a sleeper (*Snores*)
Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof)
We're both in our lab coats like retrievers (Grrr)
But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (What?)
Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah)
Oh, you're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (Haha)
But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer (Nah)
Like clothes in between the two rollers, and- wait, no
What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (Why?)
That's how I wound up sewin' Machine up
So, fucks, if you don't give up me, then
Time to ride or die, 'cause you're either both or you're neither (Yeah, yeah)
Throw a middle finger up if you're rollin', but, me, I'm gonna- (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Dr. Dre]
Ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up, bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is
Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
That hook was by the D.O.C. from Texas that lost his voice in the car accident
Dope thanks for the great quick work man
Best Soundtrack '22..
0:21
1:04
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2:44
Thank you now i will be able to destroy this beat 🙏
Literally or figuratively??
Wishing you the best ❤️
Let’s do a collab
Share me the link king please so i can destroy my ears.💀
@@Cowardlydogfr mateeeeeee 🤣🤣
SoundCloud this plz #fireinstrumentals🔥🔥🔥🔥
dre special for eminem did some sounds ... wow
greatfull
I see why Em went off. This what a giant's alarm clock sound like
this was a killer rhyme scheme
Upper e che lon your career suck
It was sheer luck
Le pre chaun with it's beard cut
Wea pon drawn with a beer gut
De cepti con with it's gear stuck
For real
Bro esto es una maldita locura 🔥🔥🔥 my brain is crazy whit this BEATT🔥🔥
SIUUUUUU🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐
(1st verse)
Sittin and spittin
Strippin and lickin
Stickin da tippin
Listen to beats while we're sippin
a champagne drank
Dang dang jinglang
Bang bang bang
main thang came
In hip hop yo the
Gays make fame
Blame game shame
Reminder these
Behind the scenes
He tries to leave
Cries and pleads
Keep driving jeeps
And diving deep
Reminding me
I'm 93 years old
Away from the light
I'm freezing cold
Leave me alone
Deep in the snow
Avalanche
Buried alive
I have a plan
Hurry and die
Slurpee inside
7-11
I'm going to heaven
To fly good night
This is good bye
That was dope. Hahaha
0:40 - 0:46
Best one 🔥🔥🔥
Can’t wait to get my subs they are Kicker subs and I can’t wait to blast this on them.
Thank you…I wanted to rip the mic off with the Eminem part 🤝😂
that shit was fire fr
@@Grizz31 Yes
Let's destroy this beat fellas!!
It is right.
Fucking banger..💥💥🔥🔥🔥
Mann I need those yell things in the background so bad
Guess we all have the same idea
Auto not be for me remake on the way
I’d love to rap to this
1,2,3 cha-cha
anyone knows the sample?
Stop blaming each other “
who else got this on loop?
Can I use this
of course
Ask dre lol
no you can't, it's a fucking Dre and Eminem copyrighted instrumental 🤦🏻♂️
Murder time GTA5 #gamergang #jexusgang #ronagang style
Watch this! Flow so sick that it starts Fkn mosh pits* got this rap on lock like a locksmith* other day I almost fell in love with a goths chick* maaaan that woulda been some gossip* and when it come to beef I don’t squash it * I cook it right back up in the pot and ask wtf do you got in response bitch*?If I don’t get a replyyy* somebody just might see why* no need for me to deny*but u might wanna go and retry*
Making bars rain down like it’s Tetris * yes bitch* spit this shit til I’m restless* whip up these bars and this beat like some nequik* y’all so cute y’all on the guest list*
Feeling pathetic* so come and just get it* but make sure you bringing a medic* damn right I just said it* nobody leaving alive til the reaper arrives* and he forget it* fuck being perfect fuck all of that edit* don’t give me no credit!* but give me this beat so I can shred it* like a cheese grader* ima tree blazer* see ya later
Automatic Ra l am thinking the same about the beat. Thank you for reminding me that l need a release from the Mark of the beast. 💪💪💪🤪🤪🤪
Bro!
Cut 'em undercover, timeless, ready for 'em, progress
Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started
Two shots back for my dearly departed, uh
You are now dealin' with a monster, boss shit, profits
Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet
Black Wall Street, niggas know where the stock is, heh
Try me, niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me, heh
Unwinding, shit's blinding, still grinding, uprising
Ah, stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga
Uh, nigga like me, still here, motherfucker, go figure
Lookin' for my next gold digger
This summer here gon' be colder than winter
Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions
And you can go missing, put that on my children
Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up
Heh, and I'm about to sum it up
This shit here that problem, livin' at the bottom of a bottle
"Full throttle, " my motto, yeah
Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto
That awful, in your nostril, in a brothel, this is gospel
Yeah, I'm a need all that pronto
Yes I'm, yes I'm, yes I'm
Gon' ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is (yeah)
Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
Like a satanic cult
It's an old ritual slaughtering GOATS, bitch (GOATS, bitch, yeah)
You're fucking with the original, flow's sick
And anybody can get it, COVID
You fuckin' with that?
I done wrote shit that was so sharp
I could slit my own fucking throat with it
So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (roach is)
Yeah, so better steer clear from him
Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
We are on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (yeah)
Your career subbing me (what?), It was sheer luck (like what?)
Like a fuckin' leprechaun with its beard cut
(Still a) punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut
You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you're a fake bitch (bitch)
I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (yeah)
Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix
(But, I) can't be whipped with egg beaters (nah)
You cunts must be out of your labias
And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me
Then it basically makes me an atheist (woo)
Nate Diaz, got the world by the tracheas
In a chokehold and a sleeper (yeah)
And me and Dre are like dog hair (woof)
We're both in our lab coats like retrievers
But, like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breeder (what?)
Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (yeah)
Oh, you're the king of rap? You're about to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
At least you can end up comin' to blows like a wiener
But, I ain't finish puttin' these hoes through the ringer (nah)
Like clothes in between the two roll is a weight
No, what I mean is flow's interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (why?)
That's how I wound up sewin' machine up
So, fucks if you don't give up me the time to ride or die (yeah)
'Cause you're either both or you're neither (yeah)
Throw a middle finger up (yeah) if you're rollin' (yeah)
But, me, I'm gonna-
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Anyone know the bpm to this beat?
Can still hear the lyrics
سَمممممم 😎🤘
🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽😱
What are you doing with ads on someone else's beat?
if there is ads on this video i ain’t making a dime, i didn’t even know they were on
Oooooo okay okay
Bruh I was expecting Dre when the beat started and I got disappointed 🤣😅
No disrespect to the pioneers before me
I ain't trying to outdo
Or lie to you, homie
I'm just killing time
Til it's time to kill phonies
With a book of rhyme
The state of mind
They ain't knowing
A King kong flowing any better
Trying to keep his head up above
The water lever, floating
In a snow-covered frozen ocean
Oh no here he goes again
Going through motions
Talking to a ghost
he keeps close for comfort
Posting the most absurd roasts
He's boasting
Throwin’em a toaster
While they sitting in a bath relaxed
Laughing as they panic
Cause they don't know the cords missing
Before pimpin’ and dem gold diggers
I wore the soles and my clothes
Showing a living soul could explode
From convulsions
It seems I need an intervention
the rhythm isn't working neither is all of my writtens
siphon all my siphers like it's gas up in my engine
Tryna make a rap that someone wishes they'd have written
If it comes to the craft ima slave up in the system
Matrix numbers calculating just to get positions of a vision where you drop that's why go and never stop people wondering the worst not reflecting what they got
mirrors in this maze tell me which road do you choose
They say monkeys play the games but we win so who's the fools?
I'm a king I make the rules go wherever I amuse
Make the world the way I want cause I got nothing to lose
Got the weight up on my shoulders asking can I hold out
It's the fate of every man to prematurely pull out
It'sa decision of your own to get up off the couch and find out what real living is all really about
If I'm honest I'm a blank slate
Iempty on the gas tank
fake it till we make it even if it is my last day
this isn't a script
You just get what you get
So make sure when you are older you can say that you lived
I just -
No time limit when your music's timeless. Ppl praying for my downfall we'll take a number and wait in line. My success makes ppl so pissed off. I mean it makes them curse and rip out their own hair then they start punching at the air. On a instrumental I'm picture perfect Mr perfect like Curt Henning. My name is Casanova Brown and I'm lyrical out of this atmosphere. But I'm from earth where ppl trying to use your skin color against you. FOH with that my skin color represents my ancestors and how i make history on a daily basis. Gospel.
Cringe
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What 🤦🏻♀️
wym what?
Oh nothin just talkin to myself..
@@bsbassett78 interesting