Diemen X - Ninty Sixness (Instrumental)
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- Опубликовано: 6 дек 2010
- 1996 - Produced by Swiff (R.I.P.) of Da Grassroots. There was no instrumental version released, so I looped the beat in Audacity. My new "White Label Collection" merch available here teespring.com/stores/will-b-s...
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MAN I LOVE THE 90s!
There is soooo much material because everybody was just so hungry back then. Especially the East Coast, New York Shit
So true!!!!
Da Grassroots was sick. So as Swiff. R.I.P Swiff. R.I.P True hip hop.
thank you for looping this
This one is flavoursssss
Cold beat.
That vocal sample is 👌🏻👨🏻🍳
omg that is a vocal
I fell in love with this beat so damn hard
La vida no es placentera
Será que la luna a veces con mi pena se llena
Para que cada noche resplandezca mis dolores cuál condena
Pero la vida es un desliz
Un día estás triste otro estás feliz
No te engañes por pensamientos
Son escarmientos de tu álter ego por lamentos antes no resueltos
Que ahora guardas en tu pecho
Resurge, te urge alcanzar la cumbre
No la veas, haz que te busqué
Escuché centenares de patrañas
Que más que nunca ahora son las que dañan
Sabias palabras empalagan dudas insanas
Me abstengo a gritar pero por dentro las llamas resguardan mi alma
Desear es callar temores
Odiar es cavar tus aspiraciones
Amar es olvidar errores
Para vivir entre ilusiones efímeras por falta de cerebro opacado entre miles de colores reflectores de decisiones inconformes
well done
good job on this
This is gonna go on Gold Dust 4. Well done son. - Lase.
sick beat!
This is GOOD!
fire
Rep the underground forever 😎
anybody remember 96
I'm chilling, killing with a bunch of glass crews
Never underestimate my underrated bad moves
150 dollar on you later, baby cash rules
Get your ass round the track get ur ass back soon
YO!!!
@FiswaT Its in the related section.
Great work! Can i upload it on my channel with link to your channel? Hold on your good work!
Did someone knows the sample of the little mystic sound ?
Where is the original high quality song?
I can't find it in iTunes??!!
Loud!
@colenbrak thx
Youre lyrics don’t give an ounce of weight to the rhythm
As delicious as food that we all ate up in prison
We ate like we’re on a mission
Step off the maxys or expect an incision with precision
In your gizzard
Get em
You try to be dope but you isn’t
You bigot
You finished?
Im in it
Be definitive
Itll be beneficial if you hit the shit
Puff puff
Don’t pass out just pass it out
To your left
You misstep and expect a tool to your chest
Cutting bitches up
Like chicken wings and breast
Choice cuts
The meats bitter
Fork it up
Don’t poison us
Because, we the best there ever was
The best rapper to not yet cut up on a record
This groove is fda approved probed and inspected
And group tested, certified dope
Shut up
Youre fucking up my whole lesson
Kids don’t
Stop running ocross the the wet floor
Unless you wanna smack your head a lot worse
Than before
Settle the score
Your girl got a taste and now shes asking for more
Now her homeboy is asking for war
Walk home grab the gats in the wall
Take out the skee mask that’s in the drawer
Grab a bat
Lights camera action
I blast like theres a reward
Dump you nautical like semore
You never heard this style before
The style of class, things of past, and before,
Fuck my foot, im breaking down the door
People look when I crash into the hall
Thinking about what I have in store
For all of yall
That was shit
On hit
it sort of lyrical spiritual mystical ritual typa thing
Kool Keith
Is Keith on this?
dreaming of a white Christmas
While I'm wine sipping, times ticking
White women line sniffing and I'm fine with it
marijuana smoke got my mind drifting
But I'm different, my phone number has 9 digits.
They only gave me 5 minutes to show em what I got , fuck a time limit.
Nice
je suis autant perdu des cles mais j'ai compris decartes j'ecarte lez carte sur table je bad s'arrive souvent quznd je suis bleu
Ensuite je tease de pire en pire sur le tapis je pousse mes piles de tonjeu le poker et moi quand je kicke passe souvent a la suite en deu deu
Is for sale?
The Dawn of Gilgamesh on the Shadow Line.
Verse 1.
Call me Ishmael Orson Coppola Brando Milius
Son of Charles Marlow father of Telemachus
King of Ithaca Erasmus as a kid
Ezra the scribe telling the stories of Ovid
With the ghost of Ulysseus and the face of Ganesha
Two thirds god genesis of Gilgamesh
Writing with fresh blood on old paper karma sutra
Nail it to the door with a German monk called Luther
Defender of the faith searching for pioneers
Avenging sword of evil killing new ideas
Fighting for the plough boy incognito Tyndale
Spin tales of holy grails Pangolin behind the veil
Mammals with scales midnight sun hearts of hate
The start of fate behind the mask of Alfred the great
As time waits open the gates and the eyes of Conan
Frost giant Cyclops killed by no man
Verse 2.
The knife blade a woeful lunatic shooting a black panther
The sea a grey sweet mother someone killed her
Last breath something sinister tolerant smile
Jagged granite fraying edge distant profile
Grave clothes odour of rosewood reproachful skyline
Loud razor blade makes a midnight chime
Insane sunlight lead pencil eraser head
Smoke blue paralysis white china deathbed
Rosebud sled snow falls as we tread dead dust
Radiant glittering laughter caught in a gust
Who chose this face? bard cleft by a crooked crack
The rage of Caliban temptation looking back
A thousand twangling instruments played by Orpheus
Shouts from the open window the lost Stradivarius
Shielding the gaping wounds at the top of the staircase
Sun sword moon dagger snow leopard chase
Verse 3
Wood shadows plucking harp strings float silently
Merge with the mirror of water breast on the dim sea
Smooth caress of nature infinite possibilities
Who is the lost boy that can enjoy invisibility
Tyrants willing to be dethroned weary of their tyranny
In dark palaces silent souls sitting stony
Fold away in memory glazing eyes of death open wide
Wave white wedded words shimmering on the dim tide
Weaver of the wind harlots cry old English winding street
Lady spectre sheet ashes on her breath covered in sleet
Ghoul chewer of corpses ghost candle lights her face
Malicious laughter pale vampire wrapped in black plastic lace
The trembling skeleton of a twig burns in a creaky wardrobe
The cracked looking glass of the servant behind the red robe
The ballad of an apparition under a surface that is wrinkled
In a sleek silver case a green stone twinkled
Verse 4
Loose shreds catch fire in poisonous foggy waters
A maze of cunning nets divided into quarters
Its the language of flowers unspoken practice
Statues bleeding angry tulips punish a cactus
Proud lightning beware of imitations
Green flashing eyes blurred incineration
Daggers and eye masks words wounded by our sins
Scaly dragon hands fluttering broken wings
Green fairy fang hang man lips disappear
The frozen slain and remain on spiked spears
The blue fuse burns deadly clear on sharp rocks
Smoking a coiled pipe in caves of carpet shops
Soft eyes pop keen glance watching wild escapes
Betrayed lost leaders heroes with torn capes
Burning scene flames of vengeance volcanic lake
Horror seared his flesh and left him draped over hell's gate
hola amigo me gustaría hacer contacto contigo y compartir algunos temas.. usas whatsapp o facebnook?
охеренный
its free?
r u dumb?
@@nate-lc1tj Choose kindness
Smoother than lance