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you're so goated for this

This feels like a retro video game where you enter cyber space and attack viruses and bugs.

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Definitely one of my favorite Kanye beats along with stronger and Grammy family

Dilla always be my GOAT

Got views of commas On my medulla oblongata To speak the truth, I’m kinda Losing my screws, don’t know who the driver But I drown it in that liquor Like all my fucking niggas Our words of wisdom, “keep ya chin high and stop all that bitching” Never had no chest to cry in, never had no bed to lie on Stayed sharp just like a violin and never harped on my wrongs Let be bygones be bygones Ain’t buy guns to come off strong Y’all niggas dead wrong All about them benjamin’s, I stay Notorious Raised in MS, USA, I was born to run

Kanye is a muthafuckin genuis

Overview Listen Composers Lyrics Ay, I could never be nobody number-one fan Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan' I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on Backstage in my city, it was friendzone You won't ever take no chain off of us How the fuck you big-steppin' with a size-seven men's on? This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up? I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up 'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me 50, " like some push-ups, huh Your last one bricked, you really not on shit They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split The way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip You better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bity Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty Then we need a verse for the Swifties Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em 50 Pipsqueak, pipe down You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now What the fuck is this, a 20-v-1, nigga? What's a prince to a king? He a son, nigga Get more love in the city that you from, nigga Metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (out here trickin') Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (what the fuck?) Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked) Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin' Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell Shit'll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit, ay I be with some bodyguards like Whitney Top say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin' Ay, better drop and give me 50 Ay, drop and give me 50, drop and give me 50 Ay, niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50 Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin' I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' 50 Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin' All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches This for all the top dogs, drop and give me 50, drop, drop And that fuckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with us This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck Champagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up Nigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up "Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?" Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' us Numbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up Drop and give me 50, all you fuck niggas teamin' up Mm, mm, yeah, drop, drop, drop, drop Drop a 50 bag for the mob in the spot Drop a 50 bag, 29 for the thot Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG

Goat

this is scary af bro

3:10

Y'all gotta start listening to El-P

This beat needs the hook with it

Out of this entire beef, I’m split between this and Ether on which beat is my favorite

Such beautiful music with such weak trash lyrics

Merry Christmas❤

Must be nice how is everyone everyone well hope so

jaydes sample joder lo q me emocione al escucharla

I love the classics :)

[Chorus] Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me I give up on doin' things my way And tell me everything's gonna be alright, oh [Verse] When you said give me a ring, you really meant a ring, huh? Turned out to be more than just a fling, huh? Three hours to get back from Palm Springs, huh? Who you know spend an hour in Walgreens, huh? You know you'll always be my favorite prom queen Even when we in dad shoes or mom jeans Too many complaints made it hard for me to think Would you shut up? I can't hear myself drink We used to do the freak like seven days a week It's the best collab since Taco Bell and KFC, uh Talk to me nicely, don't come at me loud You had a Benz at sixteen, I could barely afford a Audi How you gon' try to say sometimes it's not about me? Man, I don't know what I would do without me Billionaire sport, step up to the court They rented a room, we bought the resort God got me, baby, God got the children The devil run the playground, but God own the buildin' Time and silence a luxury Cussin' at your baby mama, guess that's why they call it custody God got us, baby, God got the children The devil run the playground, but God own the buildin' Time and space is a luxury But you came here to show that you still in love with me Startin' to feel like you ain't been happy for me lately, darlin' 'Member when you used to come around and serenade me, woah But I guess it's gone different in a different direction lately Tryna do the right thing with the freedom that you gave me (Wheezy outta here) Your gun off safety Speak first, don't break me Harsh words, you're angry Lord, don't take me, oh, oh [Chorus] Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me I give up on doin' things my way And tell me everything's gonna be alright, oh (Wheezy outta here)

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This channel is a gem

Song so underrated

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Kanye was on another planet with this sample flip.

I told you back in 96 that I came to take this shit and I did I scramble like Randall with his Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam

ty bro this is the best version

Beat goes HARD 🔥 🔥 🔥

Look like a Amazing type beats ❤❤❤❤I liked 👍

I love the two parts but my fav is the 2nd

(Perfect) Oh Oh Oh Oh I go, I go, ay ay, I go Up in the morning, miss you bad Sorry I ain't called you back Same problem my father had All his time, all he had, all he had In what he dreamed All his cash, market crashed Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that Drops some stacks pops is good Momma pass in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Driving fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm coming back I'll be taking all the stacks I got broads in Atlanta Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Hitting off licks in the bando Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Going out like I’m Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I Taking all the stacks, oh Stacks, oh Taking all the stacks, oh I got broads in Atlanta Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner Whole bunch of lavish shit They be asking round town who be clappin shit I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killing on camera How can I find you? Who do you turn to? How do I bind you? If I don't turn to you No other help I know, I stretch my hands

you can still hear him little bit, i think its means that even his voice is an instrument itself

goat

4:05 sounds like when ghost face stares you in the eye as he's Killing you!😈

Weed cocaine we been mixing shit since the 80s loc

Eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE Euphoria Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin' You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you Shoo, shoo, shoo Shoo, shoo, shoo Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay I ain't thinkin' about no reaper Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away? Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face? Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case? Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city" He fakin' for likes and digital hugs His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky I'll park your son The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted What is it? The braids? I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh You know I got language barriers, huh It's no accent you can sell me, huh Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy, huh I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women And notice, I said "we, " it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin' How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough? How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough? I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin' Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with? Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress Surprised you wanted that feature request You know that we got some shit to address I even hate when you say the word "nigga, " but that's just me, I guess Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record? Hoe, what? You ain't like that record? "Back To Back, " I like that record I'ma get back to that, for the record Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap? That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that Ain't 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Hale Osteen Funny, he was in a film called "AI" And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin Yeah, OV-hoe niggas is dick riders Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it Pick a nigga off one at a time with it We can be on a three-hour time difference Don't speak on the family, crodie It can get deep in the family, crodie Talk about me and my family, crodie? Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie Tell me you're cheesin', fam We can do this right now on the camera, crodie Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too If you take it there, I'm takin' it further Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do Ooh We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more Stop

black skinhead

genuinely the scariest beat made

Yo can i use this in my GD lvl?

Fave track on this album. Miss this kayne 😢

R.I.P. Mrs. West

Next squabble up please

Underated album ❤

5:23

Drake had the hardest beats in latest history and still lost

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FLOW 444 4️⃣4️⃣4️⃣☀️🌞

LYRICS Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A Hold the selfies, put the 'Gram away Get your family, y'all hold hands and pray When you got daughters, always keep 'em safe Watch out for vipers, don't let them indoctrinate Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A You're my number one, with the lemonade Raise our sons, train them in the faith Through temptations, make sure they're wide awake Follow Jesus, listen and obey No more livin' for the culture, we nobody's slave Stand up for my home Even if I take this walk alone I bow down to the King upon the throne My life is His, I'm no longer my own I pray to God that He'll strengthen my hand They will think twice steppin' onto my land I draw the line, it's written in the sand Try me and you will see that I ain't playin' Now, back up off my family, move your hands I got my weapons in the spirit's land I, Jezebel don't even stand a chance Jezebel don't even stand a chance

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Quickdraw in the far west vibes.