*_Matthew 11.28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."_* *_Luke 19.10 for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”_* _Jesus Christ loves you. Repent and be saved. Only Jesus Christ saves. God bless you, and the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you and your family._ ---
ntro] Luchè rest in peace Uh Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Il cocco di mamma si è offeso (Ahahah, che succede?) Senti [Strofa 1] Buongiorno, oggi smetterai di vivere (Ah) Ho certe voci nella testa che mi dicono di uccidere (Ah) Tu non sei il re, la tua città è da redimere (Uh) Vedi Luchè e dopo muori dal ridere (Ah) Yo, mettiti a sedere, fra', non ce la fai (Yah) Chiami il disco "Potere", sì, perché non ce l’hai (Pff) Sei capace di essere incapacе nei tuoi live (Oh) Mi dispiace, tu chе batti me? Mai (Uoh) Mi ricordo dei Co'Sang, eri l'ombra di Antò Poi sei diventato fashion, Brigitte Bardot Ora sembri un croissant però quello vuoto Faccia di cazzo, alle tipe gli mando la tua foto (Yeah) Stammo forte, stammo forte (Uh) Uso il tuo dialetto, sì, per dirti: "Chi t’ha mmuorto" (Uh) Amo la tua città anche se non ci vado più L'unica cosa che fa schifo di Napoli sei solo tu, 'azz' (Uh) Ti sputo in bocca, ti battezzo al micro Spezzo le ruote del tuo triciclo, puoi sederti sul mio terzo dito (Yeah) Ignoranza artificiale, ti hanno costruito Tu e il tuo amico mafioso del terzo tipo fate schifo (Ah) Compri la villa a Miami coi soldi della mala Guarda e impara, io torno in Sardegna a comprarti la bara (Uh) Vorrei imboccarvi con la pala, siete pesci nel Sahara Butto l'amo e ci cascate, Niagara (Seh) Vi spengo al soffio di candela, io per te sono Carmelo Bene Dici che rappi, ma fallo almeno bene Per te il mio canto è "Miserere", ti brucia il culo, fra', si vede Fatti leccare il buco da Dikele (Ahahahah) 8M3.4K Daniel Caesar 'Always' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified Kiana Ledé 'Deeper' (Live Performance) | Open MicNOW PLAYINGDaniel Caesar 'Always' Official Lyrics & Meaning | VerifiedGracie Abrams 'I know it won’t work' (Live Performance) | Open MicLovejoy 'Call Me What You Like' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified [Interludio] No, vabbè SS MAGAZINE, dittatori di 'sto cazzo Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, eh [Strofa 2] Ah, ne ho ancora un paio, metti il beat che ti sdraio Ti lascio sulla fronte la mia firma, notaio Hai notato, rosicone da tastiera? Non cancello i tuoi commenti (Oh), io ti cancello la carriera (Uh) Complessato, io non piango sul sangue versato Il tuo vuoto artistico l'ho già colmato Al mio concerto a Napoli hai suonato, ma dopo di me La gente si chiedeva: "Ma chi cazzo è Luchè?" Te lo spiego imbarazzato Luca è un cinquantenne stropicciato che vive nel suo passato (Ah-ah) Carriato, ma se l’è presa col tipo sbagliato Io non busso affatto, ti entro in casa con il carro armato (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Sia con le rime che per strada tu prendi le botte Ti do uno schiaffo e vedi l’arcobaleno di notte E i tuoi denti come suoni delle nacchere Sei tutto chiacchiere, dove volano le papere (Ah) Sono il fratello scemo che campa i genitori I tuoi sono insegnanti di sostegno, mica professori Il ragazzo potrebbe, ma non si applica Difatti ha difetti alla capacità di autodidattica (Uh) Sei rimasto sotto, sei il nuovo Pino Scotto Non è capodanno, ma ti faccio fare il botto (Pam) Ti ho trovato un po' depresso Io faccio la pace con gli altri, tu fai la pace con te stesso, stupido
*_Matthew 11.28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."_* *_Luke 19.10 for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”_* _Jesus Christ loves you. Repent and be saved. Only Jesus Christ saves. God bless you, and the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you and your family._ ---
First things first big l Rest In Peace Countless night losing sleep I done had the big picture on repeat Tryna understand and think How we lost the greatest on the mic You ain’t even had a peak Influential with the speech Influenced the greatest of my era You forever got a seat . No lie presidential package drop heavy what it be. Boosted like a nuke
I deliver like FedEx Shouts to 139 and Lennox Hip-Hop’s not dead I’m arguing with cynics No gimmicks, build or burn bridges Just by the snap of my fingers I’m back on my business Tryna come from rags to riches I ain’t dapper than Dan Or even dap as Sak’s Fifth is It’s about lyrics, not appearance Do this till I’m delirious Have fun with it, but I take it serious Here he is, there he goes Round and round like a merry go Or the dro, Mary go
Damn. This beat just makes me think of all my favourite rappers of the 90s who have passed on. Time is relentless but beats like this one are timeless.
depends on who you listen to. for modern rap i recommend childish gambino, and there’s this great song called elementary trill by john gives. you just have to look in the right places
It all began on 2-10, 1975 Keeping it live, only a strong mind survive A controller of the rhyme since the age of 9 Now I'm two of a kind, soon the best of all time I design each line with prime intuition A crime to decline this rhyme expidition K-O definitely the definition Moving you out of position, out of commission I was born 6-18-74 Bringing light to this mic like never before Specializing in the rhyme and the beats that blend Been friends with them pen since the age of ten Many say when I write that I freak the line Every rhyme that I recite gotta speak my mind Who sell every time with the beats that hit? K-O on the flow be the ultimate From the underground we're the world renown D and the Mic with the verbs and nouns ARE makes the beat come down K to the O universal sound You rock ice all night (We don't do that shit) Play the big Will type (We can't do that shit) Sound wack on the mic (Never do that shit) Can't do that shit, won't do that shit K-O taking the flow to new dimensions Lyrically inclined to find intervention The next revolution in musical evolution Lyrcially exact with graphical resolution The finest of the underground's unlisted Lyrically intercontinentally ballistic Universal sound bridging gaps over distance You tout to even attempt resistance For instance, the saga has just begun Keep MC's on the run so beware of the tongue Where I'm from there's no one that's quite as nice When we grab the mic MC's go on strike Closed by psyche dynamite and such My vocabulary got the Midas touch The Dream Team step on the set, the threat triple K-O cripple your soul, keeping it simple From the underground we're world renown D and the Mic with the verbs and nouns ARE makes the beat come down K to the O universal sound You rock ice all night (Well you can do that shit) Beg the crowd to get hype (We don't do that shit) Sounding wack on the mic (Can't do that shit) Never do that shit, we don't do that shit Let it be known, we run more clones than Jim Rhome Suckers get overthrown like Battledome Known to unknown your whole zone is blown Prone to break bones when the microphone is on God blessed me with the verbal abilities and the rhythm Six million ways to die, chose lyracism Reflect like a prism over compact discs Won't miss any MC who combat this It's like this, it won't stop until I'm gone I play the stage with the mic and my game face on The mic is my chosen weapon, I stay armed K-O rock every show that we perform Prepare for the calm before the brainstorm The shift of my jaws is cause for an alarm Consider every song a similar to disarm You all go respond with the call and respond From the underground we're world renown D and the Mic with the verbs and nouns ARE brings the beat around K to the O universal sound You rock ice all night (We don't do that shit) Play the big Wil type (We never do that shit) Beg the crowd to get hype (We can't do that shit) Won't do that shit, don't do that shit Don't do that shit, don't do that shit Can't do that shit, won't do that shit, don't do that shit Traduci in italiano
What an instrumental. I’m drinking a bottle of vodka while my girl is trying to sleep 😂😂 but got this beat shaking my whole house 😮😅😅😅😅❤❤❤❤ love you everyone keep your head up ❤
Big L, rest in peace Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G to the Starr son Haters took this shit too far son So that's all for you, I'm wiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, and by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter, fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that if you come against me son you're gonna have to pray Since back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a set up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggas so jealous and looking sour, over me? I'm bolder G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spitting til you're done Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits that'll live forever Catching rep off my name, you're bound to fry Know how many niggas that I know is down to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggas talk crime, but you scared of jail Attacking like a slick Apache, lyrics are trigger happy Blowing back your wig piece just for the way you're looking at me Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, play your position small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beating me in the head son, nah, I'm not buying it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to dip with all the cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
*_Matthew 11.28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."_* *_Luke 19.10 for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”_* _Jesus Christ loves you. Repent and be saved. Only Jesus Christ saves. God bless you, and the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you and your family._ ---
Favores que nunca fueron devueltos Momentos que mejor dejárselo al tiempo Recordarlos sería como perderlo Ni a vos ni a ellos A algo más importante que a solo personas Es que estar aferrado te vuelve más vulnerable Comprendí que no es fácil hacer amigos Lleva compartir y después de meses no queremos repetir
Все по старым канонам,все как мы любим(эяу)(intro) Ты не путай берегов Парень,мы тут со дворов Чтобы закрыть тебе рот,мне хватит и двух слов С меня капает пот,все это далось трудом Раскачал своих типов,я как молодой платон Если захочу,то соберу стадион
Все по старым канонам,все как мы любим(эяу)(intro) Ты не путай берегов Парень,мы тут со дворов Чтобы закрыть тебе рот,мне хватит и двух слов С меня капает пот,все это далось трудом Раскачал своих типов,я как молодой платон Если захочу,то соберу стадион Чтобы вывезти моих,тебе нужен легион Тот звук,что рождался под прессом При виде нас ,испытываешь давление не меньше,чем при стрессе Чтобы выжать из себя,мне не пригодиться компрессор С адмиралтейской двигаем с конкретным весом Черты ее лица,напоминает мне себя При виде ее глаз,прихожу в экстаз У меня твоя рука,детка выйди за меня Это все как в первый раз,погружаемся эскласс
Lo tieni sulla spalla Muovi la testa e ti piace farlo Alzi il volume per il gusto di pomparlo Stringi le tue scarpe Allo specchio e storci il muso Più ti guardano male, più tu ti senti rappuso Fa strano dirlo, ma è il gusto che si prova Con il walkman a palla sul bus di giorno alla buonora Prima di andare a scuola Oppure chi lavora, dentro il traffico Giù in auto pompi su con la manopola Puoi selectare, che sclero se il cd mette a saltare Non sai che usare: analogico o digitale Non ci importa, la fotta ci conforta Staresti tutto il giorno giù in metrò con questa botta È qualche cosa che ti sembra strano Che tiene vivo e sano questo ritmo metropolitano Ogni suono che diamo resta, muovendo la tua testa E vi diamo solo quello in cui crediamo Ghettoblaster, dimmi se ti basta Dimmi se ci credi in un piatto, rullante e cassa Dimmi se ti passa Dimmi se è una moda, oppure credi in questa cosa La musica è la mia migliore droga E mai mi basta Sta febbre non mi passa Il rap è la mia via d'uscita, è questo che ci salva Dimmi se ti garba Pompa su il volume di ogni suono che ti spacca Questo è il suono del mio Ghettoblaster Se lui prende il controllo, pompando i muscoli del collo Respiro la città con tutto quello che c'ho attorno La mia autoradio prevedeva che il ritorno Trasforma la normalità e il silenzio in brutto sogno Alzo il volume a dei livelli imbarazzanti Il blaster accompagna il breaker che blocca i passanti Il cerchio crea quella folla che riscalda il domani Apprezzando i quattro quarti, windmill senza mani Pace a Bambaataa, cuffiette nelle orecchie alla fermata Ci credono la gioventù bruciata (Cazzata!) Droppiamo rime che si plasmano col tempo che si affetta Giuro che poi ti faccio una cassetta In modo che la tua radio possa assorbire Ogni singolo solco, tutto quello che ho da dire Su di una spanna Il suono originale non si affanna Si imprime su di un vetro che si appanna Ghettoblaster, dimmi se ti basta Dimmi se ci credi in un piatto, rullante e cassa Dimmi se ti passa Dimmi se è una moda, oppure credi in questa cosa La musica è la mia migliore droga E mai mi basta Sta febbre non mi passa Il rap è la mia via d'uscita, è questo che ci salva Dimmi se ti garba Pompa su il volume di ogni suono che ti spacca Questo è il suono del mio Ghettoblaster Ciccio Stokka, Buddy, Shocca e il nostro stereo marcio Pompiamo questo suono e lo espandiamo a lungo raggio Sin dai giorni di maggio in cui ti senti preso meglio Pompiamo il volume anche d'inverno in mezzo al freddo Non ho paura di restare solo e sordo L'hip-hop è la mia tipa e più la tocco più la invoglio Io e la mia musica, non ci frega un cazzo di chi giudica Fanculo a 'sti predicatori in tunica E la domenica mattina, quando la casa è ferma Faccio vibrare i bassi col vicino che bestemmia Tutto si spegne, lo sento, scrivo, invento È l'hip-hop che sta ingoiando la mia vita dal di dentro È solo musica Chi la crede un pericolo ha trovato sto veicolo per rendersi ridicolo Se guardo indietro la vita e quella gente che ho perso Un prop solo a me stesso Schiaccio play, poi esco Prova? Ok Il volume ci aiuta in 'sto posto strano Abbiamo perso ogni contatto umano Man mano che avanziamo si delinea La linea che separa l'orizzonte L'Italia dalla Cina E più senti sto ritmo e più vorresti evadere Credi che altrove il paradiso sia palpabile? Ma il paradiso si nasconde in queste pagine E l'hip-hop non a caso sta qui per colmare l'argine Ringrazio infine chi mi ha spinto in questa cosa Fondamentale Le posse, La rapadopa '95 resta l'anno del battesimo Il suono che accompagna le mie rime è ancora il medesimo E se ce n'è Di gente che considera automatico Non smollare il colpo al primo ostacolo Tracciando linee che stanno fuori dal bordo Ringrazierò chi non ha smollato neanche al secondo Ghettoblaster, dimmi se ti basta Dimmi se ci credi in un piatto, rullante e cassa Dimmi se ti passa Dimmi se è una moda, oppure credi in questa cosa La musica è la mia migliore droga E mai mi basta Sta febbre non mi passa Il rap è la mia via d'uscita, è questo che ci salva Dimmi se ti garba Pompa su il volume di ogni suono che ti spacca Questo è il suono del mio Ghettoblaster Provate a rapparvi sopra Ghettoblaster di Stokka e MadBuddy
I see pictures in all words Ancient symbols, inscribed proverbs All in due time I can move mountains with my mind The fountain of youth is found in truth laid down in the booth Hold it down with cooth Don’t get too big for your boots It’s always new recruits, new troops Ready to shoot and take your loot So stay astute, ear to the streets Hear heat over beats long as I breathe
Stick to the root That’s what an old tree told me Water the seeds, stay grounded Don’t go through what you don’t got to Find a way around it No matter what comes up, stay down kid Remember the foundation Kool Herc at the sound station The birth of Hip-Hop The only lady that can slow down my mind when it’s racing
"big L rest in peace Lamont when I rap you know I channel you in me Since you been gone this rap game been too shitty You had punchlines that wascrisper than a snare You shocked an audience just like you givin em the chair Livin in despair now knowin I can't meet you You my biggest inspiration, but I'm probably see through We rhyme alike, cause I'm the type to try and fight with iron pipes Buyin time to let my crew arrive and strike You did more for poetry than most of these so claimed poets And it's mo' shame that so many just ain't know it I'mma do right by your legacy as yo energy enter me It already ascended these rhymes to the pedigree of best emcees Posessin me showing me how to kill a beat Makin me a sick dragon,spittin the illest heat And when someone testin me and then they catch an L I threw you at them, wherever you are I hope you're resting well"
Fresh out the gate again trying to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again Y'all cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G to the STARR son Haters took this shit too far son So that's all for you I'm wiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics that shatter your schemes The badder you seem the more lies you tell The more lies you sell not by surprise you fell Into my death trap right into my clutches, stupid Ya know the god must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered just so I can return harder Wanna be the shit starter fuck around make you a martyr I'll make you famous, turn around and make you nameless Cause you'll never understand just how vital to me this rap game is Save it and hold that you catch a hot one Rhymes'll chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Full clip Do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr, one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good Full clip Do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good So I suggest you take a rest So if you stand in my way, I'm a have to spray Learn that if you come against me son you're gonna have to pray since Back in the day i held my weight and kept my head up They wanna see the guard catch an el it's all a set up I give no man a thing or power over me Why these niggas so jealous and lookin sour over me I'm bolder G I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you impossible to drop I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spitting till you're done Plus more than ever I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits that'll live forever Catch a rep off my name you're bound to fry Ya know how many niggas that i know that's down to die? We never fail and we ain't never been frail You niggas talk crime but you scared of jail Full clip Do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good Full clip Do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good So I suggest you take a rest Attack it like a slick apache lyrics are trigger happy Blowin back your wig piece just for the way youre lookin at me Cock back blaaaw i hit you up right now I dont know why so many of yall wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence of your childish nonsense I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya Ill gas that ass up then ignite ya The flame thrower make ya peeps afraid to know ya How many times i told ya play your position small soldier My heart is colder makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son nah im not buyin it Im ready to blast ready to surpass and harass Im ready to flip yeah im ready to dip with all the cash ... I hold my chrome steady with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
Začínám psát. Ikona bliká. Můj styl si zvyká. Napsat ještě jeden rým. Snad to stihnu. Než skončí tenhle beat. Jsem někde v půlce. Doma. Ne venku, kde asi sněží. Je sice ještě podzim. Na posteli ležím.
Attacking like a slick Apache, lyrics are trigger happy Blowing back your wig piece just for the way you're looking at me Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, play your position small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beating me in the head son, nah, I'm not buying it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to dip with all the cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
watch me explode, crumble cliffs like they erode, mumble raps smoking spliffs, tapping into riffs by those legends, enter legend mode, as if I rode dragons and beast of old it's a lyrical gold
"Chop Em up as if it fits with some wired nu-metal band, for in the end It doesn't even matter but that ain't exactly what Jigga meant he was prolly tryin' a enlighten the crowd in the tent And I don't mean to offend But this album should bee God-sent, yo Reverend I know, sometimes these cometing rhymes ain't written by my left hand And it goes to show that what ya came fo' ain't actually shameful - just NOT for rent I got 2 defend because it's hot like the pics that my girlfriend decided NOT 2 send And if there's even as much as a fork in the bend, lemme twist its meanings more than a lot can't pretend I'm acting superstitious since this raptrooper's ambitious with no ambiguous golddiggers gettin' shot witta White Hand scanned Now, tha's Mordor. Was it not Always? Nigga, it's like Skatebordor, I'm no longer 1 but that don't mean that the lifestyle's gone, ya comprehend? It's a slighteously thinner sinner's inner innuendo - Compare it to the big technological outbreak that came AFTER Nintendo & I still can't get 0. Now, it's beginnin' to bee spinnin' the vinyls off mah pre-windmill-era love when me myself & I just couldn't get enough & I too am sorry For as much as my patience was fed with psychiatric sedations I might get chicks into relations like light fled the Matrix' calculations but this hear overseer landed zero ending stations so far so fear bloody Emperor's palpatations if it got me entering Hèl it's United Nations So please, Prez Rasputin; end your finited revelations. Now!" - *Grand Mastah* -CROW$WORD-
He is I And I am Him I be a stone cold Lyricist Just look at this Grin You probably thought you'd See me on the mic Again I had a relapse in rehab Now He back And he mad like Heman He 5'8 But check the wing span He can't but he can Spit it F'N Vicious I just need A witness say That he did It This right here gonna Silence The critics You feeling froggy Then Ribbit I get The condom and Rip it You see I see it Vivid And after the admission I'll probably OD off Prescriptions This I grown
Jumped out the cauldron smouldering Ball of pens circling in orbit and Canvases contorting Mans in the pot Just sort things A consortium of music like an accordion Springing into action more than 40 men Don't blink a wink i'm on the brink of distinct About to go extinct I probably jinx it And be cursed to go win The crown and throne for the king So as the moment hones in I toast my homies and grin We bout to blow and own things Hold for a second and pose So overload with the flows A nano second is loads It took me years to make those pockets whole Now words are like a whack a mole And as the track unfolds This craics unmatchable This batch has mashed the masters skull If rappin fast is fashionable Then these are Penny flows, like Penny clothes for many penny folk it's like the pen is broke I'm just a cali smoke You're twisted pantyhose And you're never getting those I get the bitch so wet i part her pu ssy like moses Nobody notice when i was a novice Now i own this The mitus touch Then I just must be goldest Yall the virus stuff Your life be bogus
This beat is mad tight I'll light it like a flashlight And crash right into ya Batman and the Riddlah, thrown into one Raps I contract gravitate around the sun Puncturin' ur steeze, leavin' emcees wheezin Mornin' to the evenin', I'm rhyme design schemin', plottin Skills never forgotten Freshenin' the earth when the world's gone rotten Word up to the people who actually grab the mic to rock crowds. I be goin on stage tonight y'all. Peace to all you true practitioners of the art form
I cant rhyme I just have rhythm This great divide, forms a great schism Your talent's wasted need to develop If you don't take action with haste, It'll envelop you Laziness Procrastination Two epidemics that plague youth of the nation Instead of taking the time to challenge your mind You just lie and say that "things'll be fine" and wonder, why? Life's shitty You got nothin' Your time's ticking with every pushed button But if you really wanted this, you'd put your heart in it That's the start of it Now pic up the mic and start recording it You don't know me Think you do If I catch you slippin again I'll break your pinky dude It's about time for shit to start gettin realer But I forgot to mention my name, it's the 5XXXXX
I gotta bone to Pick Gotta lotta foes To rip Lotta souls I autta Miss Missed spring So autumn Is notta As hotta Osamas crib Who's hott Yo mama's Is Lots of life So ya homez I Wanna live Gotta lotta I wanna Give Think the first is bad Wait till the Fifth The boogy man Ya and I exist Asking who This is This is Bad meets ugly Trust me A junkie Like humpty Boy I'm Funkie And one thing That one Things To stay hungry Lucky Ya you Lucky I ran with one Beat I must sleep But when im Dead When im Dead That's what I Said Led The troops to victory You kidding Me Really I'm kidding you Retirement Like when I'm 52 Like a missing Tooth Wishing schools Would stop holding These kids like Hostages Been lied to my Whole life with some Broken promises This what Exsaughation is Get laid out on the Grill like a open pack Of sausages Don't think you could Wear one outfit all Year Better check Santa clauses closet Then Silence is golden but Yet still be Calling them They all my Friends
2 legends who passed rip as they rest in the ash they left a class of mcees who press on the gas never gassed I’ll bury them fast cause all I need is my trees and I’m all at ease of course I be a killa like a bee ain’t nothing for free but knowledge to build a person u drop it constant but they reject and neglect the topic we gets it poppin
This beat is probably one of the best in hip-hop history...period.
Agreement
no doubt
man you're serious? how can you say that when there's like 100 beats more that are considered the best in the game. come on
@@greatdouble8966 that's why i said " one of the best" . Read between the lines bro.
@@panamecitypanamecity5855 one of the best still sounds like top 30 or something. Still not top 30
Its so dense. Every single image has so many things going on.
do you do film reviews?
“What is it with Ricks?”
truth^
This man's tripping
RED LETTER MEDIA USED THIS BEAT FOR THERE EPISODE 2 REVIEW
you know u always have to say '' BIG L rest in peace '' before starting ur freestyle
amen.
Hell yeahh
nope
StAquinasLives Yes you do!! All the time
BIG L RIP.
yes, so important
there will never be nobody like preemo, no matter how much effort producers today put in, not saying they’re bad but nobody will be like preemo.
The screen shot of Premo at work is priceless.
It's so hard to listen to this without rapping the lyrics. Gurus flow is so damn smooth and easy to rap along with. RIP!
Bebop to rocksteady
If u write a verse to it u will never hear anything but what you wrote… assuming u spit it 1000 times like i have to this beat
*_Matthew 11.28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."_*
*_Luke 19.10 for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”_*
_Jesus Christ loves you. Repent and be saved. Only Jesus Christ saves. God bless you, and the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you and your family._
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ntro]
Luchè rest in peace
Uh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Il cocco di mamma si è offeso (Ahahah, che succede?)
Senti
[Strofa 1]
Buongiorno, oggi smetterai di vivere (Ah)
Ho certe voci nella testa che mi dicono di uccidere (Ah)
Tu non sei il re, la tua città è da redimere (Uh)
Vedi Luchè e dopo muori dal ridere (Ah)
Yo, mettiti a sedere, fra', non ce la fai (Yah)
Chiami il disco "Potere", sì, perché non ce l’hai (Pff)
Sei capace di essere incapacе nei tuoi live (Oh)
Mi dispiace, tu chе batti me? Mai (Uoh)
Mi ricordo dei Co'Sang, eri l'ombra di Antò
Poi sei diventato fashion, Brigitte Bardot
Ora sembri un croissant però quello vuoto
Faccia di cazzo, alle tipe gli mando la tua foto (Yeah)
Stammo forte, stammo forte (Uh)
Uso il tuo dialetto, sì, per dirti: "Chi t’ha mmuorto" (Uh)
Amo la tua città anche se non ci vado più
L'unica cosa che fa schifo di Napoli sei solo tu, 'azz' (Uh)
Ti sputo in bocca, ti battezzo al micro
Spezzo le ruote del tuo triciclo, puoi sederti sul mio terzo dito (Yeah)
Ignoranza artificiale, ti hanno costruito
Tu e il tuo amico mafioso del terzo tipo fate schifo (Ah)
Compri la villa a Miami coi soldi della mala
Guarda e impara, io torno in Sardegna a comprarti la bara (Uh)
Vorrei imboccarvi con la pala, siete pesci nel Sahara
Butto l'amo e ci cascate, Niagara (Seh)
Vi spengo al soffio di candela, io per te sono Carmelo Bene
Dici che rappi, ma fallo almeno bene
Per te il mio canto è "Miserere", ti brucia il culo, fra', si vede
Fatti leccare il buco da Dikele (Ahahahah)
8M3.4K
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[Interludio]
No, vabbè
SS MAGAZINE, dittatori di 'sto cazzo
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, eh
[Strofa 2]
Ah, ne ho ancora un paio, metti il beat che ti sdraio
Ti lascio sulla fronte la mia firma, notaio
Hai notato, rosicone da tastiera?
Non cancello i tuoi commenti (Oh), io ti cancello la carriera (Uh)
Complessato, io non piango sul sangue versato
Il tuo vuoto artistico l'ho già colmato
Al mio concerto a Napoli hai suonato, ma dopo di me
La gente si chiedeva: "Ma chi cazzo è Luchè?"
Te lo spiego imbarazzato
Luca è un cinquantenne stropicciato che vive nel suo passato (Ah-ah)
Carriato, ma se l’è presa col tipo sbagliato
Io non busso affatto, ti entro in casa con il carro armato (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Sia con le rime che per strada tu prendi le botte
Ti do uno schiaffo e vedi l’arcobaleno di notte
E i tuoi denti come suoni delle nacchere
Sei tutto chiacchiere, dove volano le papere (Ah)
Sono il fratello scemo che campa i genitori
I tuoi sono insegnanti di sostegno, mica professori
Il ragazzo potrebbe, ma non si applica
Difatti ha difetti alla capacità di autodidattica (Uh)
Sei rimasto sotto, sei il nuovo Pino Scotto
Non è capodanno, ma ti faccio fare il botto (Pam)
Ti ho trovato un po' depresso
Io faccio la pace con gli altri, tu fai la pace con te stesso, stupido
*_Matthew 11.28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."_*
*_Luke 19.10 for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”_*
_Jesus Christ loves you. Repent and be saved. Only Jesus Christ saves. God bless you, and the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you and your family._
---
Ahahahha completamente distrutto
DJ Premier , The Undisputed DJ of all time
What about Jazzy Jeff ?
What about Kid Capri
Greetings from Germany
Dilla Is in my opinion but DJ Premier is definitely up there
@@Stepbackjack22 dilla isnt DJ as far i can know.
First things first big l Rest In Peace
Countless night losing sleep
I done had the big picture on repeat
Tryna understand and think
How we lost the greatest on the mic
You ain’t even had a peak
Influential with the speech
Influenced the greatest of my era
You forever got a seat
. No lie presidential package drop heavy what it be.
Boosted like a nuke
Keep it going .
I deliver like FedEx
Shouts to 139 and Lennox
Hip-Hop’s not dead
I’m arguing with cynics
No gimmicks, build or burn bridges
Just by the snap of my fingers
I’m back on my business
Tryna come from rags to riches
I ain’t dapper than Dan
Or even dap as Sak’s Fifth is
It’s about lyrics, not appearance
Do this till I’m delirious
Have fun with it, but I take it serious
Here he is, there he goes
Round and round like a merry go
Or the dro, Mary go
grazie salmo per farmi tornare qui.
this is what i call a DJ specially talented to give hip hop old school melodies with his setup and skills of course
!BEST SAMPLING WORK EVER MADE!
2 seconds of walk on by by cal tjader turned into a perfect beat with the PREMIER touch
mass appeal
2019 & still arguably the best Instrumental around for Scratch DJs & Rappers. 🤙
Darren Bray facts 🙏🏾
One of best from the best hip hop producer Dj premier. Timless
Damn. This beat just makes me think of all my favourite rappers of the 90s who have passed on. Time is relentless but beats like this one are timeless.
Man today's rap is on a street far away from this one, word.
Gandillion miles now bro
ok boomer
depends on who you listen to. for modern rap i recommend childish gambino, and there’s this great song called elementary trill by john gives. you just have to look in the right places
Word up
@@edijsmazulis497 When being a Boomer means listening to good music then I love to be a boomrr
This is simply God's work. Aint no such person,rapper,producer more HIP-HOP than this man. One and only PREEMO!!!
This beat is so dope yet so smooth, perfect for a cypher
Check the Coast Contra
Every time i hear this instrumental, i cant help but to imitate tha "Uh uh uh uh uh uh" in the beginnning of the real song
still hanging on to youtube??
skrrr
"He's a businessman first and a filmmaker second. But he's a good businessman I'll agree with that". - Harry S. Plinkett
It all began on 2-10, 1975
Keeping it live, only a strong mind survive
A controller of the rhyme since the age of 9
Now I'm two of a kind, soon the best of all time
I design each line with prime intuition
A crime to decline this rhyme expidition
K-O definitely the definition
Moving you out of position, out of commission
I was born 6-18-74
Bringing light to this mic like never before
Specializing in the rhyme and the beats that blend
Been friends with them pen since the age of ten
Many say when I write that I freak the line
Every rhyme that I recite gotta speak my mind
Who sell every time with the beats that hit?
K-O on the flow be the ultimate
From the underground we're the world renown
D and the Mic with the verbs and nouns
ARE makes the beat come down
K to the O universal sound
You rock ice all night (We don't do that shit)
Play the big Will type (We can't do that shit)
Sound wack on the mic (Never do that shit)
Can't do that shit, won't do that shit
K-O taking the flow to new dimensions
Lyrically inclined to find intervention
The next revolution in musical evolution
Lyrcially exact with graphical resolution
The finest of the underground's unlisted
Lyrically intercontinentally ballistic
Universal sound bridging gaps over distance
You tout to even attempt resistance
For instance, the saga has just begun
Keep MC's on the run so beware of the tongue
Where I'm from there's no one that's quite as nice
When we grab the mic MC's go on strike
Closed by psyche dynamite and such
My vocabulary got the Midas touch
The Dream Team step on the set, the threat triple
K-O cripple your soul, keeping it simple
From the underground we're world renown
D and the Mic with the verbs and nouns
ARE makes the beat come down
K to the O universal sound
You rock ice all night (Well you can do that shit)
Beg the crowd to get hype (We don't do that shit)
Sounding wack on the mic (Can't do that shit)
Never do that shit, we don't do that shit
Let it be known, we run more clones than Jim Rhome
Suckers get overthrown like Battledome
Known to unknown your whole zone is blown
Prone to break bones when the microphone is on
God blessed me with the verbal abilities and the rhythm
Six million ways to die, chose lyracism
Reflect like a prism over compact discs
Won't miss any MC who combat this
It's like this, it won't stop until I'm gone
I play the stage with the mic and my game face on
The mic is my chosen weapon, I stay armed
K-O rock every show that we perform
Prepare for the calm before the brainstorm
The shift of my jaws is cause for an alarm
Consider every song a similar to disarm
You all go respond with the call and respond
From the underground we're world renown
D and the Mic with the verbs and nouns
ARE brings the beat around
K to the O universal sound
You rock ice all night (We don't do that shit)
Play the big Wil type (We never do that shit)
Beg the crowd to get hype (We can't do that shit)
Won't do that shit, don't do that shit
Don't do that shit, don't do that shit
Can't do that shit, won't do that shit, don't do that shit
Traduci in italiano
Top notch
Любимый город может спать спокойно
Любимый город, и видеть сны
the space in some of premos beats is just genius. proves the whole "less is more" statement!
What an instrumental. I’m drinking a bottle of vodka while my girl is trying to sleep 😂😂 but got this beat shaking my whole house 😮😅😅😅😅❤❤❤❤ love you everyone keep your head up ❤
Gifted.Unlimited.Rhymes.Universal. "Guru Rest In Peace!" Your legacy & influence lives forever.
Grazie Mauri per avermi rivelato questa mina🙏
"A moim tematem jest tu dokładnie czarny ciągnik" Polska gurom! 🔥
❤❤
Przyjeżdzam jak ursus
Salmo was here
Big L, rest in peace
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G to the Starr son
Haters took this shit too far son
So that's all for you, I'm wiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
The more lies you sell, and by surprise you fell
Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches
I've suffered, just so I could return harder
Wanna be the shit starter, fuck around, make you a martyr
I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless
Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is
Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one
Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one
So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray
Learn that if you come against me son you're gonna have to pray
Since back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up
They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a set up
I give no man or thing power over me
Why these niggas so jealous and looking sour, over me?
I'm bolder G, I'm like impossible to stop
I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop
I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one
Plus I ain't gonna quit spitting til you're done
Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together
More than a decade of hits that'll live forever
Catching rep off my name, you're bound to fry
Know how many niggas that I know is down to die
We never fail, and we ain't never been frail
You niggas talk crime, but you scared of jail
Attacking like a slick Apache, lyrics are trigger happy
Blowing back your wig piece just for the way you're looking at me
Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now
I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow
Face the consequence of your childish nonsense
I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya
The flame thrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya
How many times I told ya, play your position small soldier
My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence
Stop beating me in the head son, nah, I'm not buying it
I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass
I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to dip with all the cash
I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip
So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
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*_Matthew 11.28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."_*
*_Luke 19.10 for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”_*
_Jesus Christ loves you. Repent and be saved. Only Jesus Christ saves. God bless you, and the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you and your family._
---
probably my favourite beat of all time
douuuu skkkkkrrr
found this through Raff Sapera...
Favores que nunca fueron devueltos
Momentos que mejor dejárselo al tiempo
Recordarlos sería como perderlo
Ni a vos ni a ellos
A algo más importante que a solo personas
Es que estar aferrado te vuelve más vulnerable
Comprendí que no es fácil hacer amigos
Lleva compartir y después de meses no queremos repetir
One of the best beats of all time
Hip hop is so damn 🔥. premo and guru killed anything they dropped.
The world.... is changing
:(
One of the beats that is considered hip hop gold!! If these kids today know...
Legendary beat !
Все по старым канонам,все как мы любим(эяу)(intro)
Ты не путай берегов
Парень,мы тут со дворов
Чтобы закрыть тебе рот,мне хватит и двух слов
С меня капает пот,все это далось трудом
Раскачал своих типов,я как молодой платон
Если захочу,то соберу стадион
Все по старым канонам,все как мы любим(эяу)(intro)
Ты не путай берегов
Парень,мы тут со дворов
Чтобы закрыть тебе рот,мне хватит и двух слов
С меня капает пот,все это далось трудом
Раскачал своих типов,я как молодой платон
Если захочу,то соберу стадион
Чтобы вывезти моих,тебе нужен легион
Тот звук,что рождался под прессом
При виде нас ,испытываешь давление не меньше,чем при стрессе
Чтобы выжать из себя,мне не пригодиться компрессор
С адмиралтейской двигаем с конкретным весом
Черты ее лица,напоминает мне себя
При виде ее глаз,прихожу в экстаз
У меня твоя рука,детка выйди за меня
Это все как в первый раз,погружаемся эскласс
Man, I'm feelin'tha unqueness of P's beats,these brotha's stood out. fa'sho-fa'sho!!
Lo tieni sulla spalla
Muovi la testa e ti piace farlo
Alzi il volume per il gusto di pomparlo
Stringi le tue scarpe
Allo specchio e storci il muso
Più ti guardano male, più tu ti senti rappuso
Fa strano dirlo, ma è il gusto che si prova
Con il walkman a palla sul bus di giorno alla buonora
Prima di andare a scuola
Oppure chi lavora, dentro il traffico
Giù in auto pompi su con la manopola
Puoi selectare, che sclero se il cd mette a saltare
Non sai che usare: analogico o digitale
Non ci importa, la fotta ci conforta
Staresti tutto il giorno giù in metrò con questa botta
È qualche cosa che ti sembra strano
Che tiene vivo e sano questo ritmo metropolitano
Ogni suono che diamo resta, muovendo la tua testa
E vi diamo solo quello in cui crediamo
Ghettoblaster, dimmi se ti basta
Dimmi se ci credi in un piatto, rullante e cassa
Dimmi se ti passa
Dimmi se è una moda, oppure credi in questa cosa
La musica è la mia migliore droga
E mai mi basta
Sta febbre non mi passa
Il rap è la mia via d'uscita, è questo che ci salva
Dimmi se ti garba
Pompa su il volume di ogni suono che ti spacca
Questo è il suono del mio Ghettoblaster
Se lui prende il controllo, pompando i muscoli del collo
Respiro la città con tutto quello che c'ho attorno
La mia autoradio prevedeva che il ritorno
Trasforma la normalità e il silenzio in brutto sogno
Alzo il volume a dei livelli imbarazzanti
Il blaster accompagna il breaker che blocca i passanti
Il cerchio crea quella folla che riscalda il domani
Apprezzando i quattro quarti, windmill senza mani
Pace a Bambaataa, cuffiette nelle orecchie alla fermata
Ci credono la gioventù bruciata (Cazzata!)
Droppiamo rime che si plasmano col tempo che si affetta
Giuro che poi ti faccio una cassetta
In modo che la tua radio possa assorbire
Ogni singolo solco, tutto quello che ho da dire
Su di una spanna
Il suono originale non si affanna
Si imprime su di un vetro che si appanna
Ghettoblaster, dimmi se ti basta
Dimmi se ci credi in un piatto, rullante e cassa
Dimmi se ti passa
Dimmi se è una moda, oppure credi in questa cosa
La musica è la mia migliore droga
E mai mi basta
Sta febbre non mi passa
Il rap è la mia via d'uscita, è questo che ci salva
Dimmi se ti garba
Pompa su il volume di ogni suono che ti spacca
Questo è il suono del mio Ghettoblaster
Ciccio Stokka, Buddy, Shocca e il nostro stereo marcio
Pompiamo questo suono e lo espandiamo a lungo raggio
Sin dai giorni di maggio in cui ti senti preso meglio
Pompiamo il volume anche d'inverno in mezzo al freddo
Non ho paura di restare solo e sordo
L'hip-hop è la mia tipa e più la tocco più la invoglio
Io e la mia musica, non ci frega un cazzo di chi giudica
Fanculo a 'sti predicatori in tunica
E la domenica mattina, quando la casa è ferma
Faccio vibrare i bassi col vicino che bestemmia
Tutto si spegne, lo sento, scrivo, invento
È l'hip-hop che sta ingoiando la mia vita dal di dentro
È solo musica
Chi la crede un pericolo ha trovato sto veicolo per rendersi ridicolo
Se guardo indietro la vita e quella gente che ho perso
Un prop solo a me stesso
Schiaccio play, poi esco
Prova?
Ok Il volume ci aiuta in 'sto posto strano
Abbiamo perso ogni contatto umano
Man mano che avanziamo si delinea
La linea che separa l'orizzonte
L'Italia dalla Cina
E più senti sto ritmo e più vorresti evadere
Credi che altrove il paradiso sia palpabile?
Ma il paradiso si nasconde in queste pagine
E l'hip-hop non a caso sta qui per colmare l'argine
Ringrazio infine chi mi ha spinto in questa cosa
Fondamentale
Le posse, La rapadopa
'95 resta l'anno del battesimo
Il suono che accompagna le mie rime è ancora il medesimo
E se ce n'è
Di gente che considera automatico
Non smollare il colpo al primo ostacolo
Tracciando linee che stanno fuori dal bordo
Ringrazierò chi non ha smollato neanche al secondo
Ghettoblaster, dimmi se ti basta
Dimmi se ci credi in un piatto, rullante e cassa
Dimmi se ti passa
Dimmi se è una moda, oppure credi in questa cosa
La musica è la mia migliore droga
E mai mi basta
Sta febbre non mi passa
Il rap è la mia via d'uscita, è questo che ci salva
Dimmi se ti garba
Pompa su il volume di ogni suono che ti spacca
Questo è il suono del mio Ghettoblaster
Provate a rapparvi sopra Ghettoblaster di Stokka e MadBuddy
Qui dopo Salmo 🌶
Jooooooder escucho esta instrumental y me remonto en el tiempo =D, madre mía, base clásica donde las haya. Un saludo a todos =)
one of the best skate beats ever
"Il cocco di mamma si è offeso"
Buongiorno oggi smetterai di vivere
One of the best yet!!!
For all times,,,, from Russia🇷🇺🇷🇺🇷🇺 with love❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Najlepszy bit do freestyle ;)
I see pictures in all words
Ancient symbols, inscribed proverbs
All in due time
I can move mountains with my mind
The fountain of youth is found in truth laid down in the booth
Hold it down with cooth
Don’t get too big for your boots
It’s always new recruits, new troops
Ready to shoot and take your loot
So stay astute, ear to the streets
Hear heat over beats long as I breathe
Stick to the root
That’s what an old tree told me
Water the seeds, stay grounded
Don’t go through what you don’t got to
Find a way around it
No matter what comes up, stay down kid
Remember the foundation
Kool Herc at the sound station
The birth of Hip-Hop
The only lady that can slow down my mind when it’s racing
The warmth of Hip-Hop is like the love of a mother
Instead of hating on another, show love to your brother
Nuff respect to.Dj premier. Rest in peace Guru. Classic beat. This is hip hop
This is a quality beat!
"big L rest in peace
Lamont when I rap you know I channel you in me
Since you been gone this rap game been too shitty
You had punchlines that wascrisper than a snare
You shocked an audience just like you givin em the chair
Livin in despair now knowin I can't meet you
You my biggest inspiration, but I'm probably see through
We rhyme alike, cause I'm the type to try and fight with iron pipes
Buyin time to let my crew arrive and strike
You did more for poetry than most of these so claimed poets
And it's mo' shame that so many just ain't know it
I'mma do right by your legacy as yo energy enter me
It already ascended these rhymes to the pedigree of best emcees
Posessin me showing me how to kill a beat
Makin me a sick dragon,spittin the illest heat
And when someone testin me and then they catch an L
I threw you at them, wherever you are I hope you're resting well"
you got something there dog . word up
I just rapped your lyrics out loud. Ma n***a.
@@chibichinko you can keep em bro this is a weak link for me
These lyrics would make more sense with JFK 2 Lax instrumental
@@cheddaboyant7817 hella weak
Fresh out the gate again trying to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again
Y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G to the STARR son
Haters took this shit too far son
So that's all for you I'm wiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics that shatter your schemes
The badder you seem the more lies you tell
The more lies you sell not by surprise you fell
Into my death trap right into my clutches, stupid
Ya know the god must bless every single mic he touches
I've suffered just so I can return harder
Wanna be the shit starter fuck around make you a martyr
I'll make you famous, turn around and make you nameless
Cause you'll never understand just how vital to me this rap game is
Save it and hold that you catch a hot one
Rhymes'll chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this
Gang Starr, one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this
Gang Starr one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good
So I suggest you take a rest
So if you stand in my way, I'm a have to spray
Learn that if you come against me son you're gonna have to pray since
Back in the day i held my weight and kept my head up
They wanna see the guard catch an el it's all a set up
I give no man a thing or power over me
Why these niggas so jealous and lookin sour over me
I'm bolder G I'm like impossible to stop
I'm like that nigga in the ring with you impossible to drop
I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one
Plus I ain't gonna quit spitting till you're done
Plus more than ever I got my whole shit together
More than a decade of hits that'll live forever
Catch a rep off my name you're bound to fry
Ya know how many niggas that i know that's down to die?
We never fail and we ain't never been frail
You niggas talk crime but you scared of jail
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this
Gang Starr one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this
Gang Starr one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good
So I suggest you take a rest
Attack it like a slick apache lyrics are trigger happy
Blowin back your wig piece just for the way youre lookin at me
Cock back blaaaw i hit you up right now
I dont know why so many of yall wanna be thugs anyhow
Face the consequence of your childish nonsense
I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked ya
Ill gas that ass up then ignite ya
The flame thrower make ya peeps afraid to know ya
How many times i told ya play your position small soldier
My heart is colder makes me wanna resort to violence
Stop beatin me in the head son nah im not buyin it
Im ready to blast ready to surpass and harass
Im ready to flip yeah im ready to dip with all the cash ...
I hold my chrome steady with a tight grip
So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
Začínám psát. Ikona bliká. Můj styl si zvyká. Napsat ještě jeden rým. Snad to stihnu. Než skončí tenhle beat. Jsem někde v půlce. Doma. Ne venku, kde asi sněží. Je sice ještě podzim. Na posteli ležím.
This Beat is real hip hop listen to the boom bap 🔥🔥🔥🔥
these rap lyrics below me are the most disappointing thing since "The Phantom Menace".
Shut the fuck up.
Herman Quiahuitl Dont mess with the dreamers. chill
Much love from Mr. Plinkett
@Kami ass
Gucci Gang gucci Gang gucci Gang gucci Gang gucci Gang gucci Gang gucci Gang gucci Gang
The song that got me into hiphop and changed my life..
Da Big L rest in peace a Luchè rest in peace
Dj premier 💪🏾, R. I. P gurru 🙏🏽
Attacking like a slick Apache, lyrics are trigger happy
Blowing back your wig piece just for the way you're looking at me
Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now
I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow
Face the consequence of your childish nonsense
I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya
The flame thrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya
How many times I told ya, play your position small soldier
My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence
Stop beating me in the head son, nah, I'm not buying it
I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass
I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to dip with all the cash
I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip
So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
Legends of our time 💙💙💙💙💙💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥
New subi in the BUILDING!! Keep it flowing #djpremiere
this beat just makes want to freestyle or write !!
AWESOME VIBE!!!!PREMO!!
Dope !!! 90s 🔥🔥🔥🔥
"Luché rest in peace"
Rip G.U.R.U. Rip Big L
I love it ❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥
Why do I read such hateful and aggressive ""freestyles"" on a beat I find calm and relaxing
Opposites attract. Yin and yang
Cause your shit
Oh shit sorry read it wrong cause there shit
Anakin kneels before monster mash and pledges his loyalty to the graveyard smash.
Premo scratches so fucking well
watch me explode, crumble cliffs like they erode, mumble raps smoking spliffs, tapping into riffs by those legends, enter legend mode, as if I rode dragons and beast of old it's a lyrical gold
Любимый город может спать спокойно
"Chop Em up as if it fits with some wired nu-metal band, for in the end
It doesn't even matter but that ain't exactly what Jigga meant
he was prolly tryin' a enlighten the crowd in the tent
And I don't mean to offend
But this album should bee God-sent, yo Reverend
I know, sometimes these cometing rhymes ain't written by my left hand
And it goes to show that what ya came fo' ain't actually shameful - just NOT for rent
I got 2 defend because it's hot like the pics that my girlfriend decided NOT 2 send
And if there's even as much as a fork in the bend, lemme twist its meanings more than a lot can't pretend
I'm acting superstitious since this raptrooper's ambitious with no ambiguous golddiggers gettin' shot witta White Hand scanned
Now, tha's Mordor. Was it not Always? Nigga, it's like Skatebordor, I'm no longer 1 but that don't mean that the lifestyle's gone, ya comprehend?
It's a slighteously thinner sinner's inner innuendo - Compare it to the big technological outbreak that came AFTER Nintendo & I still can't get 0.
Now, it's beginnin' to bee spinnin' the vinyls off mah pre-windmill-era love when me myself & I just couldn't get enough & I too am sorry
For as much as my patience was fed with psychiatric sedations I might get chicks into relations like light fled the Matrix' calculations
but this hear overseer landed zero ending stations so far so fear bloody Emperor's palpatations if it got me entering Hèl it's United Nations
So please, Prez Rasputin; end your finited revelations.
Now!"
- *Grand Mastah* -CROW$WORD-
RIP Guru you make me know and listen real hip hop big up too to my bg men dj premier
guru did a crazzy ass job on flippin da sample
Nice video
Best beat ever!!
He is I
And I am
Him
I be a stone cold Lyricist
Just look at this
Grin
You probably thought you'd
See me on the mic
Again
I had a relapse in rehab Now
He back And he mad like
Heman
He 5'8
But check the wing span
He can't but he can
Spit it F'N Vicious
I just need A witness say
That he did
It
This right here gonna Silence
The critics
You feeling froggy Then
Ribbit
I get The condom and
Rip it
You see I see it
Vivid
And after the admission
I'll probably OD off
Prescriptions
This I grown
Jumped out the cauldron smouldering
Ball of pens circling in orbit and
Canvases contorting
Mans in the pot
Just sort things
A consortium of music like an accordion
Springing into action more than 40 men
Don't blink a wink i'm on the brink of distinct
About to go extinct
I probably jinx it
And be cursed to go win
The crown and throne for the king
So as the moment hones in
I toast my homies and grin
We bout to blow and own things
Hold for a second and pose
So overload with the flows
A nano second is loads
It took me years to make those pockets whole
Now words are like a whack a mole
And as the track unfolds
This craics unmatchable
This batch has mashed the masters skull
If rappin fast is fashionable
Then these are Penny flows,
like Penny clothes
for many penny folk
it's like the pen is broke
I'm just a cali smoke
You're twisted pantyhose
And you're never getting those
I get the bitch so wet
i part her pu ssy like moses
Nobody notice when i was a novice
Now i own this
The mitus touch
Then I just must be goldest
Yall the virus stuff
Your life be bogus
r.i.p. guru
your memory WILL live on
Full clipppp Full Clipppp
This beat is mad tight
I'll light it like a flashlight
And crash right into ya
Batman and the Riddlah, thrown into one
Raps I contract gravitate around the sun
Puncturin' ur steeze, leavin' emcees wheezin
Mornin' to the evenin', I'm rhyme design schemin', plottin
Skills never forgotten
Freshenin' the earth when the world's gone rotten
Word up to the people who actually grab the mic to rock crowds. I be goin on stage tonight y'all. Peace to all you true practitioners of the art form
Big L Rest In Peace GURU Rest In Peace
Duże Pe -Tetris
Racja
luchè rest in peace
I cant rhyme
I just have rhythm
This great divide, forms a great schism
Your talent's wasted
need to develop
If you don't take action with haste, It'll envelop you
Laziness
Procrastination
Two epidemics that plague youth of the nation
Instead of taking the time to challenge your mind
You just lie and say that "things'll be fine" and wonder, why?
Life's shitty
You got nothin'
Your time's ticking with every pushed button
But if you really wanted this, you'd put your heart in it
That's the start of it
Now pic up the mic and start recording it
You don't know me
Think you do
If I catch you slippin again I'll break your pinky dude
It's about time for shit to start gettin realer
But I forgot to mention my name, it's the 5XXXXX
Thx!!
حبيت
I gotta bone to
Pick
Gotta lotta foes
To rip
Lotta souls I autta
Miss
Missed spring
So autumn
Is notta
As hotta
Osamas crib
Who's hott
Yo mama's
Is
Lots of life
So ya homez I
Wanna live
Gotta lotta
I wanna
Give
Think the first is bad
Wait till the
Fifth
The boogy man
Ya and I exist
Asking who
This is
This is
Bad meets ugly
Trust me
A junkie
Like humpty
Boy I'm
Funkie
And one thing
That one
Things
To stay hungry
Lucky
Ya you
Lucky
I ran with one
Beat
I must sleep
But when im
Dead
When im
Dead
That's what I
Said
Led
The troops to victory
You kidding
Me
Really
I'm kidding you
Retirement
Like when I'm
52
Like a missing
Tooth
Wishing schools
Would stop holding
These kids like
Hostages
Been lied to my
Whole life with some
Broken promises
This what
Exsaughation is
Get laid out on the
Grill like a open pack
Of sausages
Don't think you could
Wear one outfit all
Year
Better check
Santa clauses closet
Then
Silence is golden but
Yet still be
Calling them
They all my
Friends
1:54 😂 ajh yes. yo i cant believe i even remember that
bruh i used to bump this n try to write rhymes when i was 15
Smoothe like Buttah !!!
Play this at staples. When they remember the black mamba with highlights of Kobe
Never a dull moment with these silly comments, thinking they're spitting the new bit
one of the best skate tunes ever and we live forever and skate like whatever we dont care rest in peace big L
2 legends who passed rip as they rest in the ash they left a class of mcees who press on the gas never gassed I’ll bury them fast cause all I need is my trees and I’m all at ease of course I be a killa like a bee ain’t nothing for free but knowledge to build a person u drop it constant but they reject and neglect the topic we gets it poppin
Fajny ten bicik
😎⚡🔥 SONZERA..
Yuh..Yuh..Yuh , I'm sitting in my room and im in my room sitting.
Fire..💣💭💥😎
DOPENESS！！！🔥🔥🔥