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You are legit the only instrumental on youtube that got the structure right too. Thank you

This is grease 🔥

followin for when u get big brutha ❤🙏

dayum bro this makes the ears tingle

listening to this on 2x speed makes me feel like i'm dying

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this is lit

I fw this heavy

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no, I'm not Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryna get grown About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening Uh, Wolf Haley Uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley Golf fuckin' Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin', and this isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time I'm clocking three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's This ain't no V. Tech shit or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (yeah) And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an over achiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn Uh, Wolf Haley Uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley Golf Wang, yeah Goddamn goblin Wolf Haley Uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley Golf Wang, yeah They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again, another critic writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork Still suicidal, I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just want to know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me A motherfuckin' goblin (Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit Dead

smoking pounds to this brother

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This shit fire. Is it on Spotify or SoundCloud?

this make me wanna make a beat

I freestyled to this on a road trip(it was lit o)

this sounds nothing alike

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"DDDUUUUURRAAAAAAAHHHGG!!!"

Error 404 type beat

Still sipping, victim ,. Wishing ,. Motion sensor,. How close is ya,. Too my blemish,. Quick with the timid response. , Just gimmie a hand and I'll give em a launch,. Memory is it ,. Well mines like a Pancho, sucking up the cardinal,. Wind ,. Chump well I got my cards in hand,. Punk, here we go still charging in ,. Some where too the selected margin ,. Somehow still connected,. Alarming ,. What's this at the top of my head ,. Still barking just pardon him ,.

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no, I'm not Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryna get grown About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening Uh, Wolf Haley Uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley Golf fuckin' Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin', and this isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time I'm clocking three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's This ain't no V. Tech shit or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (yeah) And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an over achiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn Uh, Wolf Haley Uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley Golf Wang, yeah Goddamn goblin Wolf Haley Uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley Golf Wang, yeah They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again, another critic writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork Still suicidal, I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just want to know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me A motherfuckin' goblin (Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit Dead

Lol

Insane gangs Munna MUSIC:)

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Man this takes me back to 2010, I was 11 years old when I first heard my older cousin playing it on the PS3. Man I was immediately into everything OF, me and a few cousins used to listen to Bastard while playing Skate 3. The nostalgia this beat gives me is crazy, I’m 24 years old now with adult responsibilities lol. This all just reminds me of a time I’ll never get back.

THIS IS DAMN GOOD

Knockin'

Air plane Bare mace I slightly slice ya, with my katana, you'll likely die son It might be wise to start rhyming fire, just like me I'ma Start dropping bombs on you rappers who never hyphy like a Monster chopping up, all of y'all like he Micheal Myers I bring the pain, now I'm strangling every Hyphy artist, Acting like they, are on my level when really I be all up In the freaking outer atmosphere- in my flying saucer I got ya girl and she twerking on me like Miley cyrus Now I'm on one, ruining ya weekend, I might hit the booth, and diss ya whole crew for no reason, I'm just cheefin weed till I'm the meanest get deleted, For acting like you actually ain't wack all you emcees can Start bleeding, your bars weak you don't got heat and, Y'all dreaming, if y'all thinking, you'll sauce me with, Your soft frequencies, I don't see no one Dropping hits, That satisfy the motherfucking EAR, y'all are soft even, It's open season homie everything is fair game, I'm hella NICE and I'm flyer than an airplane, I'm finna serve you, as I split apart ya circle, like I'm ripping up up ya turtle neck I'll burn you like some Bear spray,

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Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go I'm a fucking walking paradox No, I'm not, threesomes with a fucking triceratops Reptar, rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper trying to get grown About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) here's the number to my therapist (Shit) you tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fucking Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitching, this isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time I'm clocking three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's This ain't no V. Tech shit or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing 'em I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah Goddamn goblin Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again! Another critic writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just want to know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me A motherfuckin' Goblin that's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit Dead

listen to the last part with one headphone, sounds good asf

Probably best yonkers remake ive heard

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang I'm a fucking walking paradox No I'm not threesomes with a fucking triceratops Reptar, rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper trying to get grown About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (Shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitching, this isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time I'm clocking three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing 'em I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf Wang They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again! Another critic writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just want to know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me A motherfuckin' Goblin (Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I thrill you get off this

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I'm a symbiote, Latching on to a paper host, So I can boast the most, and choke the folks, with notes I wrote, Invoke a ghost, to post in host, approach a throat, and choke it so, breathing is slow, a mouth foams with snow, a soul exits the show and goes, nowhere, it's stuck in this plane, no sign of landing seen, so it's stuck in this frame, thought there was a heaven or hell, but nothing exist, You're void of all being, fixed in position to roam the abyss, Especially if you're stubborn in form and dismissing to quit, Equipped with horror hellish hatred to haunt the living in this, A real hell, where people can't even remember one bit, Conversations through Quija Boards, the missed connection you'll get.

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I'm a fucking walking paradox No I'm not threesomes with a fucking triceratops Reptar, rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper trying to get grown About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (Shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitching, this isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time I'm clocking three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing 'em I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf Wang They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again! Another critic writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just want to know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me A motherfuckin' Goblin (Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Im on the edge so freeze ill squeeze at your knees n squeeze at Chinese whatever comes first my lungs and tongue hurt from lashin at at em ill snatch the adam out the gravitron megaladon the way i seafood n eats food yall fckin wit me you gonna be food see through like a fly wing without eyeing dying n aint say die yet thats my kinda jabs my rhymes got kinda abs n my kick like a horse its bad n wip like a portia jag dick like a corn a cab yall wonderin mad how i took a slow flow n killed it sad The thrill of chasin a mill since been a brat so fck the scraps im busting caps for mustard slacks convertible jacks talkin like you could be next

POWERLESS I knew you just expectin more (Expectin more) But i cant give you more (No more no more) Rest of ma life its just a blur (Its just a blur) Imma feel the sky for sure (For sure for sure) I bought every name 99 problem jigga aint talk shit speakin on it Yo J they hold their breath thru the lethal ill Everyone need to Accept these muthafuckin freak They Tweet to speak up and then become victim The devil existed by the will of god Thats not mean you become one part These craziest dude and bitch yellin a lot Damned the people that cant accapt their had tough These hustler up here thru hardest way The way the way their faces scared out of y'all mind Y'all got to showin up the outfit didnt do nuthin And then y'all think god aint never present make it somethin Im sick of celebrity thing that fuck me up These world just real so take it or nah Im sick of kinda modern day labors servant to the kapital And sayin shit to the public we have right to speak I think the true face of the world is cruel and cold One side y'all got warm, other side y'all got war Probably they're suffer cant build good wealth house Meahwhile y'all got watch some content sellin their suffer Real ass wildin Bitch aint watchin Jordan gettin fakin Ya Rappin aint workin Here's the thing, the gap between poor and rich just big And that gap got full by people watchin artist dick the drama that you spill to y'all fam is cant fit to the G's Cuz litle controversy always comin with goods G Fuck authority Y'all law just lost dignity y'all cops have brutality The President mind so dusty Yeahh some time imma feel sick born in here Tryna find A God, but turn to hide the sheam The bully calling a cop, public servant just shit They childfree-couple, thinks that they'd to give Imma non explain that mean imma able to fuck almost everything Everything that had hole and stick, im not freak Im exist

Knew I heard it somewhere! This samples “All I Do is Think of You” by The Jackson 5 which was also sampled in “Time: The Donut of the Heart” by J Dilla

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang I'm a fucking walking paradox No I'm not threesomes with a fucking triceratops Reptar, rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper trying to get grown About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (Shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitching, this isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time I'm clocking three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing 'em I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf Wang They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again! Another critic writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just want to know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me A motherfuckin' Goblin (Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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Holy shit the synths are correct.

in luvvvv <3

Growin up I’ll be considered the weird one But always down to do another beer run Got rhymes if you tryN to hear some Just know that it be motherfuckin fearsome You’ll be like OH-SHIT HES HERE, RUN! N LOOKS LIKE HES GOT A FUCKIN WEIRD GUN LMG strapped with a clear drum So u see the bullets movin when i clear one

Yo I'm using this il give you credit

left brain a legend for this

what did u use for the background ambience sound?

This one is way better than the top result