stressed while blessed, i guess im absessed, with graff no less, makng a mess, lifes a game so its chest, moving west, to destroy the rest, of humanity, and this hiphops my entity, practically the air i breathe, as long as i breathe, its always inside me,
/give praise and thanks to the most high/giving thanks to the most why?/the life we living is a gift called the "present"/and this gift we were given could be all gone in instant/we complain our problems heartache and pain things we wanted to have that we failed to obtain/but never took the time to appreciate the simple and finer things until we lose them/that's when we start to live with regret/praying and looking to the heavenly skies/asking god "what s next?" or "what s left?"/your life ain t over until you take your last dying breath/pay your respects and your dues even tough you feel your time to shine is long overdue/you keep your faith in him then why would he forget about you?/life is worth it live with purpose threw the ups and downs keep in mind life ain t perfect/true beauty is always within/everyday we get to see it up close so lets be "THANKFUL"/
I’m peaceful, but I don’t feel like a piece, I feel whole, lack of a crowd on my shadow keep me humbled, motivated to keep goin for the gusto, f*ck everything that stifle my hustle, my drive ride slow, but it’s a steady bus load of hope don’t need nothing else except for my chums tho and I hope yall know who the convos aimed for, same ones the props is saved for, on the actual, I never been comfortable, wit a group a friends in my circle, no troops I’m solo, but that don’t mean Im so alone,
I don’t need reinforcement by some drones, but you and the other respected men, give me a clue, much needed proof, that I’m at least on the right route, an since the coordinates cool, the honest -n- innocent advice given, I use as tools, wrenches and screws, hammers to tighten this machine, so no parts squeal or squeak, ya honesty could sting like a hand against a cold cheek… but believe that’s exactly what I need. Keep it in reality, no one can succeed if you feed sweet stories;
Je sais qu’la vie se vie Je sais qu’la mort s’attend Que l’monde est plein de vide Et qu’on vois que s’qui y a entre Que l’plaisir vaut bien l’vice Mais que le vice rend triste a fond J’ai pas envie de d’venir riche Mais c’est ptetre juste une impression Que l’argent est juste un moyen Mais qu’on moyenne plus qu’en finance Parfois j’essais d’faire le bien Mais rien m’retire un confidence Car seul la garette-ci m’arrête Jamais j’aide ap bip si galèrent Y a le temps pour tout, même si il change Tenez j’ai ramené six manettes J’aime pas les reufré qui demande J’traine avec des losa pas net
i hang out with bad guys til i die smokin gettn hi n d sky but das d limit no matta how u spinnit im a sinnin but still livin drivin still killin it on the mic
confidence boosters, those keep you lower than where tree roots grow,I know I made it noticeable, I’m tryna move to several plateaus vertical no invert allowed in, and any small ounce dismantles everything that counts so If the chance to get on a magnificent track like Kan Kicks animal sample.. I’ll do my damnest to handle it, at least that’s what my intent insist; Hopefully the blue print to the plan that exists, show I properly planned it, trust the goal is to make somethin good,
Quanto succede in due settimane? Due volte vivi nel volo, puoi resuscitare. Vieni una volta in un modo, un mondo di nostalgie, ed è un lavoro sapersene liberare. Orizzonti verdi si aprono; è strano sai, qualcosa di diverso dalla facciata grigia; qualcosa che ti aspetta, che non sai; qualcosa che dove vai ti arricchisce, ma richiede fatica. Le lunghe passeggiate per i prati verdi, netti, le conoscenze nuove che invano ricerchi; e quando poi smetti, li ritrovi; perle tra i rovi, pioggia e dopo i tetti. E pioggia ne abbiam presa tanta, guarda sulle scarpe. Non sono impermeabili, le adidas samba. Batteva come nacchere, le gocciole, le svastiche in un umorismo che arranca. Arranca questo giorno, tutto viaggi. È un ritorno che pesa quasi più degli altri; mi sento cambiato, lo sentiamo tutti, dopo quei fatti; e lo sento abbastanza da dire che di diversa pasta siamo fatti. Mi chiedono cos’hai imparato, sto muto. Mi chiedono cos’hai combinato? Sto muto, non era poi per lo studio. Illuso chi pensava di incontrare stranieri, ma fra italiani non capiamo i nostri stessi pensieri. Ho visto chi aveva un sogno; Ho visto chi cercava di farsi amico il mondo; Ho visto la stessa persona perdere le staffe, perché non mi trovavo con chi si portava intorno. Mi sembra ipocrita non contar l’incognita, che ogni uomo da quando nasce all’interno ospita; tolti i luoghi comuni, nessuno poi è una pecora; o non ci si può approcciare ad una scimmia come a un’ostrica. Hai capito poi l’antifona, spero; racchiudere concetti in frasi è duro, ma ci credo; se non ci credessi non sarei così fiero nell’infilare rime e testi; avrei altri passatempi, più vi guardo, più lo vedo. Forse a confronto degli altri osservo; forse mi comporto da stronzo ed è peggio; forse dico troppo le cose in volto; forse col senno del poi sono più spesso in torto. Perché critico ogni cosa, sono rumoroso e ho foga, forse invado casa vostra, odio tutti, più chi posa; ma questa persona è cosa che ora voglio fare propria; e mi chiedo se sia tempo di ucciderla o farla sposa, ok. Non so cos'ho imparato, né cosa ho combinato; eppure di ritorno mi incontro cambiato; non sono più lo stesso, mi si accumula in fondo; e dopo sedimenta, stenta a togliermisi di dosso questo peso che mi opprime, le rime sono pointless, ci penso ancora spesso a queste due settimane scorse; eravamo in pochi, a vivere una vita diversa, divisa da quella della scuola e delle corse mattutine; quelle colline verdi, quegli sforzi immensi, per cercare di entrare un gruppo non capendo se tutto ti odi lo faccia per finta a odiarti e prenderti in giro, a mirarti e a far partire il tiro credo sia tutta una questione di come vedi le persone, di come le accetti in te, del tuo ricevere, dell'osservazione E il mio sguardo oscilla, ma spesso si fossilizza sul forse mi odiano, forse mi odia anche la mia cricca e sono una vittima
I like cheese i like onions i like all the foods. food is nice, food is rice, food is nice. I like burger king mc donalds and kfc, yum. Yeah yeah yum. thats right. Sushi is reall good and its healthy. Bro. i dont like avocados because they are slimy. Mushrooms are also slimy. thats why i just stick to fish which is also slimy but if you heat the pan up with a touch of oil but no too much until its boiling kinda but not really then you put the fish in for a couple 5 10 15 20 minutes then fuck... surprise. Its not slimy anymore. yum. yeah yeah yum.
Todo lo que quiero es llenar mi chequera, tener a mi familia llena y al lado mi negra, poder triunfar y llevar a mi hijo a la escuela, tener cautela y seguir los consejos de la abuela, poder reir poder llorar poder hacerla gemir, tenerla para mi no la quiero compartir, loca no me hagas de lado si los 2 tenemos pecados si los 2 sabemos bien que ambos nos amamos
quede paralizado anodadado por su frio rechazo y el flechazo pego en donde mas dolio,porfavor no me mires asi no pidas perdon, si sabes bien que te queri y me negaste tu lov, ahora estoy aqui dedicando tiempo en ti, me di con el gusto de escribir todo lo que pienso de ti, no es por mi es por lo que te llevaste, te di todo mi aprecio y en la cara me lo denigraste, no quedan contraste es otro mas para el descarte pero el descarte te juro que iba a amarte, y eso es arte que con gusto te lo pinto aqui afuera hace frio y quiero tu pelo de abrigo, loca entonaste en todas mis notas eres una obra, yo soy un toro ella me doma,volviendo del coma, boombap de base y mis letras que se desacen, tu labial mi kamikaze tu perfume era romance, tus ojos que se expanden en lo ancho de la calle, tu caminar de pelicula que hace que me callè, en mi tierra natal haciendote sonar, no trato de expecular si se que todo va a seguir igual y que mas da siendote cinzero falta un pucho y revalsa el cenizero, pa contar amis amigos me sobran los dedos, quiero estar contigo pero usted me pone muchos peros, me desespero, no trompiezo me visto moreno, siempre estoy a pleno, pero de nuevo vuelvo al mismo juego y de a poco me acuerdo que no te tengo.
hesitation to evictions, cant stand the addiction, once had those afflictions, that left non fiction, stories bout me trippin, im tryna focus, i didnt realize i wrote this, guess it was played since, the day earth started making sense, tried to kick the door, but left a dent, writing with indents, built up my expense, to become the best, far off circulation, i switch to evasion, move past sensations, making everything basic, the weak wont make it, we gotta stay strong, and avoid the vacant,
100,000 people won’t equal the dude, who hold interest in what I do, cause of that I’m on the daily sometimes multiple, lots of post, regardless of no views or regular toast to my flows, I be the same won’t freeze frame like photos, icicle under my nose. I agree it’s totally true, it might be construed as overlooked but its only classified accurate if I lost you and the few; I hope yall don’t fly the coop, don’t be confused, I don’t feel see through, my spirit high, I can reach Jupiter’s moon,
Soy compulsivo como un beso en un bar porque tu me conoces y para todo hay un buen plan artes 1 29 no me acuerdo de el tema pero se que es esta instrumental años buscandola y la encuentro to fumao a las 6 de la mañana 😍😅
Check it I'm a scholar Everyday putting work and smoking ganja I stick it with a chamba To see that money ,call me baller I'm aiming for the fame cuz I'm Sick and tired that nothing's changed Still me getting payed low wage Shit is still the same But I believe I Won't retrieve already I been in these streets filled with jealousy and fiends Backstabbed in certain scenes
Yo listen out , out in Cali and we in a drought but I get to let them know how a kid from the west can progress , in search of knowledge , maybe go to college but like I said I'm from the west so I gotta hop back on this beat like i digest put in work to infect , and detect any mistake , cuz people be acting fake , type to push you in a lake , I'm just telling you the deal , on the real catch me up I ain't on no wheels , and Ima reach my pears no fears but failure I master the beat and put them on the lecture , check the picture like mic check and I'm coming with. That wreck may come say what the heck?
I could give a fuck now Yeah that's what's up now Put your bitch's arms up while I'm getting sucked down. Hands up Touch down She just wanna cuff now. Cause she know I'm only in the spot to leave it shut down. Party then we lean back with henny Where the g's at? Shorty pull your skirt down Playa lay yo seat back Fuck a hater's feedback Producers get your beat jacked Float through the airport From Palisades to reLAX. The money's all I bring back Benjamin greenbacks You the type to talk shit Say you ain't mean that Break a leg - kneecap You a mouse - cheeserat Bitches say they real but on the real we don't believe that Suckas want my tombstone Cause they know my crew's on And they ladies love the way I bend em like a futon See em at the light Swing on em in a school zone Ride by the law Chuck duece and get my crews on I'm gone.
Heard the angels voices I rejoice in noises water is an earthly role model it always keeps it poises im looking for feelings outside nostalgia oldschool brings it back helter skelter my minds in tune with realities broadcast sick of rappers making small cash talking about some broads ass
listen up kid i take shrooms on a daily basis i forgot what reality looks like and that why i dont face it Lsd acid salvia it makes me feel pleasant can not tell if that in your kitchen is a dragon or a gremlin when i grab the mic i leave the crowd feelin MCs that dare they use for time killin cuz slugs know they cant match i leave ya slumpt sliced layin on ya back ill paragraphs i give villains heart attacks no lies i spit straight facts tell me whats the status i banged girls in the elementry apparatus rolllin with the slayas usin automatics fuck the system we leavin kids in body caskets
feels great to be alive, having drinks on the side, so many blessings, yet im still alive, and i plan to survive, with a wife maybe kids, i wanna live off my skits, but its the wrong decision, if they seen in my vision, theyll understand, its the only way, for me to be a man, deep thoughts with spraycans, i spit when i can, hiding it from my fam, in this very country, where the city demands, cooperation so i took a stand, it seems to be the last laugh, when war comes, God save us with no gunz,
If I was you I’d keep my expectations strapped in. Next time the bandit might strike again. Shoplift, what got ya prints, cause they stink like the flatulence of old women with bad intestines breakin wind.
for the ears on the planet, though the content act as a bandage to the damage, on that Michael Jay without the sliced face (No disrespect R.I.P) I know most will pout, and even more will turn away. But I don’t consider anything I make a waste, I don’t feel cheated like artist bein plagiarized by the fool who trace, neither should you 210, take that as a win, you must of made one hell of a imprint. But I’m sure if you keep up with the good content that won’t be the last time that it happens.
cuz I be tripping on the why tripping Cuz im high flipping on the fly can't get enough chedda so I ahead and let her she wonder why I been dead but she a bone head and so I keep on climbing the stairs wishing my cares away take it a day a time fleecin my tones backing the ones flexin my songs
Question; Has intelligence ever existed within wig, If so I’m astonished it survived in such a climate, environment that’s violent, crowd stuffed with peanut packin product, am I riled up? Certainly not, but am I sinkin to a child’s eye level… yup. No solid logic to grip and or touch, just oxygen that slips through fingers unable to be clutched, you should walk around topics quiet as moccasins; instead of mocking one of Gods young…
one of the most calm peacefull beats ever made.
live your life to the fullest
One of the dopest instrumentals out there. -prez
if this isn't the best beat you've ever heard, then i dont know what to tell you.
its a beast, but you gotta spend some more time in the beat culture. its like measuring the length of EVERY strand of hair you have on your body
Another beautiful sautéed beat!
stressed while blessed,
i guess im absessed,
with graff no less,
makng a mess,
lifes a game so its chest,
moving west,
to destroy the rest,
of humanity,
and this hiphops my entity,
practically the air i breathe,
as long as i breathe,
its always inside me,
/give praise and thanks to the most high/giving thanks to the most why?/the life we living is a gift called the "present"/and this gift we were given could be all gone in instant/we complain our problems heartache and pain things we wanted to have that we failed to obtain/but never took the time to appreciate the simple and finer things until we lose them/that's when we start to live with regret/praying and looking to the heavenly skies/asking god "what s next?" or "what s left?"/your life ain t over until you take your last dying breath/pay your respects and your dues even tough you feel your time to shine is long overdue/you keep your faith in him then why would he forget about you?/life is worth it live with purpose threw the ups and downs keep in mind life ain t perfect/true beauty is always within/everyday we get to see it up close so lets be "THANKFUL"/
god i this is so chill, and kinda mysterious
Sick ...its life...nah...pain...love it
Phora - Our Daily Bread. They killed this. I've been trying to find this for ages lol
me too hahaa
Eaz from Phora's song? lol
yes. for years too.
Eaz hahaha sick. you finally found it lool
SickestRap you got a twitter?
I’m peaceful, but I don’t feel like a piece, I feel whole, lack of a crowd on my shadow keep me humbled, motivated to keep goin for the gusto, f*ck everything that stifle my hustle, my drive ride slow, but it’s a steady bus load of hope don’t need nothing else except for my chums tho and I hope yall know who the convos aimed for, same ones the props is saved for, on the actual, I never been comfortable, wit a group a friends in my circle, no troops I’m solo, but that don’t mean Im so alone,
if you don't know now you know., indeed. That beat go hard
God bless the track
+Akhi Soufyan Beats check out the track i did to this beat
soundcloud.com/dantesaffo24/thankful
an return of the mac
daamm faamm.. just took me back down memory lane sun,
I don’t need reinforcement by some drones, but you and the other respected men, give me a clue, much needed proof, that I’m at least on the right route, an since the coordinates cool, the honest -n- innocent advice given, I use as tools, wrenches and screws, hammers to tighten this machine, so no parts squeal or squeak, ya honesty could sting like a hand against a cold cheek… but believe that’s exactly what I need. Keep it in reality, no one can succeed if you feed sweet stories;
beautiful kankick
what an instrumental great beat..
As a producer, i cannot match this. 10/10
Best track on the Declaime album
i wish this beat had only the first part of the 2 melodies, first melody is mad nice somebody needs to loop it and put it out
Nasty track. Respect due.
Kankick is super underrated.
Every day its all the same i wake up and cant remember my name ...u know its tuff
def one of them
beautiful
I See kankick walking around my block all the time.
Man thats some of the sickest shit ive ever heard ur a god kid$$$$$
I feel like it was meant to be played at 1.25x for speed. DOPE BEAT TO Freestyle to! ❤
how can one dislike? thumb up or do nothing...
love it
heftig heftig... monströs!!
This is nice.
so dope
That fucking bassline is dope.
Real talk 👅
Yesssssssssssssssssssssss.........
Je sais qu’la vie se vie
Je sais qu’la mort s’attend
Que l’monde est plein de vide
Et qu’on vois que s’qui y a entre
Que l’plaisir vaut bien l’vice
Mais que le vice rend triste a fond
J’ai pas envie de d’venir riche
Mais c’est ptetre juste une impression
Que l’argent est juste un moyen
Mais qu’on moyenne plus qu’en finance
Parfois j’essais d’faire le bien
Mais rien m’retire un confidence
Car seul la garette-ci m’arrête
Jamais j’aide ap bip si galèrent
Y a le temps pour tout, même si il change
Tenez j’ai ramené six manettes
J’aime pas les reufré qui demande
J’traine avec des losa pas net
i hang out with bad guys
til i die
smokin gettn hi
n d sky
but das d limit
no matta how u spinnit
im a sinnin
but still livin
drivin
still killin it
on the mic
hold up done shit sike
sellin rocks on a bike
take a hike
cus u aint with the spike ... game
lame
oh yeah so grateful :D
wickedly WOWzers =P
More stripes then a Bengal 2 Broke 2 buy cable. My brain on journey my flow can carry a slave boat.
confidence boosters, those keep you lower than where tree roots grow,I know I made it noticeable, I’m tryna move to several plateaus vertical no invert allowed in, and any small ounce dismantles everything that counts so If the chance to get on a magnificent track like Kan Kicks animal sample.. I’ll do my damnest to handle it, at least that’s what my intent insist; Hopefully the blue print to the plan that exists, show I properly planned it, trust the goal is to make somethin good,
That fucking bass!!!!!!!!!
Quanto succede in due settimane? Due volte vivi nel volo, puoi resuscitare. Vieni una volta in un modo, un mondo di nostalgie, ed è un lavoro sapersene liberare.
Orizzonti verdi si aprono; è strano sai, qualcosa di diverso dalla facciata grigia; qualcosa che ti aspetta, che non sai; qualcosa che dove vai ti arricchisce, ma richiede fatica.
Le lunghe passeggiate per i prati verdi, netti, le conoscenze nuove che invano ricerchi; e quando poi smetti, li ritrovi; perle tra i rovi, pioggia e dopo i tetti.
E pioggia ne abbiam presa tanta, guarda sulle scarpe. Non sono impermeabili, le adidas samba. Batteva come nacchere, le gocciole, le svastiche in un umorismo che arranca.
Arranca questo giorno, tutto viaggi. È un ritorno che pesa quasi più degli altri; mi sento cambiato, lo sentiamo tutti, dopo quei fatti; e lo sento abbastanza da dire che di diversa pasta siamo fatti.
Mi chiedono cos’hai imparato, sto muto. Mi chiedono cos’hai combinato? Sto muto, non era poi per lo studio.
Illuso chi pensava di incontrare stranieri, ma fra italiani non capiamo i nostri stessi pensieri.
Ho visto chi aveva un sogno; Ho visto chi cercava di farsi amico il mondo; Ho visto la stessa persona perdere le staffe, perché non mi trovavo con chi si portava intorno. Mi sembra ipocrita non contar l’incognita, che ogni uomo da quando nasce all’interno ospita; tolti i luoghi comuni, nessuno poi è una pecora; o non ci si può approcciare ad una scimmia come a un’ostrica.
Hai capito poi l’antifona, spero; racchiudere concetti in frasi è duro, ma ci credo; se non ci credessi non sarei così fiero nell’infilare rime e testi; avrei altri passatempi, più vi guardo, più lo vedo.
Forse a confronto degli altri osservo; forse mi comporto da stronzo ed è peggio; forse dico troppo le cose in volto; forse col senno del poi sono più spesso in torto.
Perché critico ogni cosa, sono rumoroso e ho foga, forse invado casa vostra, odio tutti, più chi posa; ma questa persona è cosa che ora voglio fare propria; e mi chiedo se sia tempo di ucciderla o farla sposa, ok.
Non so cos'ho imparato, né cosa ho combinato; eppure di ritorno mi incontro cambiato; non sono più lo stesso, mi si accumula in fondo; e dopo sedimenta, stenta a togliermisi di dosso questo peso che mi opprime, le rime sono pointless, ci penso ancora spesso a queste due settimane scorse; eravamo in pochi, a vivere una vita diversa, divisa da quella della scuola e delle corse
mattutine; quelle colline verdi, quegli sforzi immensi, per cercare di entrare un gruppo non capendo se tutto ti odi lo faccia per finta a odiarti e prenderti in giro, a mirarti e a far partire il tiro
credo sia tutta una questione di come vedi le persone, di come le accetti in te, del tuo ricevere, dell'osservazione
E il mio sguardo oscilla, ma spesso si fossilizza sul forse mi odiano, forse mi odia anche la mia cricca
e sono una vittima
still freestylin wylin
like coyate drivin
down the blvd
WHO FLAGGED ME? HOW DO I GET IN CONTACT w/ U GUYS!!!
hellaness!!
🔥🔥
Boom!
Bigg uups on this instrumental!!
Dope!
DOPE
gunna make a track to this how do i put it up??
just dont
I like cheese i like onions i like all the foods.
food is nice, food is rice, food is nice.
I like burger king mc donalds and kfc,
yum.
Yeah yeah yum.
thats right. Sushi is reall good and its healthy. Bro.
i dont like avocados because they are slimy.
Mushrooms are also slimy.
thats why i just stick to fish which is also slimy but if you heat the pan up with a touch of oil but no too much until its boiling kinda but not really then you put the fish in for a couple 5 10 15 20 minutes then fuck... surprise. Its not slimy anymore.
yum.
yeah yeah yum.
:) thank you kind soul
really good
Album coming out soon.
+John Michael we got a spiritual, lyrical, miracle, individual over here
+John Michael Palmer Squares - Punda Tso
Your Welcome
that bassline...
Uffff 🔥🔥🔥🔥 shit goes hard
I wrote sum fire to this, would love to shoot a vid for it too
Parce ayer me grabe un tema en este beat al final te doy credito como el creador del beat
A como registre la letra en sayco y acimpro te lo envio
Todo lo que quiero es llenar mi chequera, tener a mi familia llena y al lado mi negra, poder triunfar y llevar a mi hijo a la escuela, tener cautela y seguir los consejos de la abuela, poder reir poder llorar poder hacerla gemir, tenerla para mi no la quiero compartir, loca no me hagas de lado si los 2 tenemos pecados si los 2 sabemos bien que ambos nos amamos
quede paralizado anodadado por su frio rechazo y el flechazo pego en donde mas dolio,porfavor no me mires asi no pidas perdon, si sabes bien que te queri y me negaste tu lov, ahora estoy aqui dedicando tiempo en ti, me di con el gusto de escribir todo lo que pienso de ti, no es por mi es por lo que te llevaste, te di todo mi aprecio y en la cara me lo denigraste, no quedan contraste es otro mas para el descarte pero el descarte te juro que iba a amarte, y eso es arte que con gusto te lo pinto aqui afuera hace frio y quiero tu pelo de abrigo, loca entonaste en todas mis notas eres una obra, yo soy un toro ella me doma,volviendo del coma, boombap de base y mis letras que se desacen, tu labial mi kamikaze tu perfume era romance, tus ojos que se expanden en lo ancho de la calle, tu caminar de pelicula que hace que me callè, en mi tierra natal haciendote sonar, no trato de expecular si se que todo va a seguir igual y que mas da siendote cinzero falta un pucho y revalsa el cenizero, pa contar amis amigos me sobran los dedos, quiero estar contigo pero usted me pone muchos peros, me desespero, no trompiezo me visto moreno, siempre estoy a pleno, pero de nuevo vuelvo al mismo juego y de a poco me acuerdo que no te tengo.
You'd let me use this beat an i,ll put a prodject an give you credit on the beat as well.
BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Voy a usar su bid
hesitation to evictions,
cant stand the addiction,
once had those afflictions,
that left non fiction,
stories bout me trippin,
im tryna focus,
i didnt realize i wrote this,
guess it was played since,
the day earth started making sense,
tried to kick the door,
but left a dent,
writing with indents,
built up my expense,
to become the best,
far off circulation,
i switch to evasion,
move past sensations,
making everything basic,
the weak wont make it,
we gotta stay strong,
and avoid the vacant,
So grimey. I fucking love this
beats dont get better than this beat
100,000 people won’t equal the dude, who hold interest in what I do, cause of that I’m on the daily sometimes multiple, lots of post, regardless of no views or regular toast to my flows, I be the same won’t freeze frame like photos, icicle under my nose. I agree it’s totally true, it might be construed as overlooked but its only classified accurate if I lost you and the few; I hope yall don’t fly the coop, don’t be confused, I don’t feel see through, my spirit high, I can reach Jupiter’s moon,
Soy compulsivo como un beso en un bar porque tu me conoces y para todo hay un buen plan artes 1 29 no me acuerdo de el tema pero se que es esta instrumental años buscandola y la encuentro to fumao a las 6 de la mañana 😍😅
Check it
I'm a scholar
Everyday putting work and smoking ganja
I stick it with a chamba
To see that money ,call me baller
I'm aiming for the fame
cuz I'm Sick and tired that nothing's changed
Still me getting payed low wage
Shit is still the same
But I believe
I Won't retrieve already
I been in these streets filled with jealousy and fiends
Backstabbed in certain scenes
Yo listen out , out in Cali and we in a drought but I get to let them know how a kid from the west can progress , in search of knowledge , maybe go to college but like I said I'm from the west so I gotta hop back on this beat like i digest put in work to infect , and detect any mistake , cuz people be acting fake , type to push you in a lake , I'm just telling you the deal , on the real catch me up I ain't on no wheels , and Ima reach my pears no fears but failure I master the beat and put them on the lecture , check the picture like mic check and I'm coming with. That wreck may come say what the heck?
I could give a fuck now
Yeah that's what's up now
Put your bitch's arms up while I'm getting sucked down.
Hands up
Touch down
She just wanna cuff now.
Cause she know I'm only in the spot to leave it shut down.
Party then we lean back with henny
Where the g's at?
Shorty pull your skirt down
Playa lay yo seat back
Fuck a hater's feedback
Producers get your beat jacked
Float through the airport
From Palisades to reLAX.
The money's all I bring back
Benjamin greenbacks
You the type to talk shit
Say you ain't mean that
Break a leg - kneecap
You a mouse - cheeserat
Bitches say they real but on the real we don't believe that
Suckas want my tombstone
Cause they know my crew's on
And they ladies love the way I bend em like a futon
See em at the light
Swing on em in a school zone
Ride by the law
Chuck duece and get my crews on
I'm gone.
Heard the angels voices I rejoice in noises
water is an earthly role model it always keeps it poises
im looking for feelings outside nostalgia
oldschool brings it back helter skelter
my minds in tune with realities broadcast
sick of rappers making small cash talking about some broads ass
Cooly
dj aha aha happy birsday
+Fillediting check out the track i did to this beat
soundcloud.com/dantesaffo24/thankful
listen up kid i take shrooms on a daily basis
i forgot what reality looks like and that why i dont face it
Lsd acid salvia it makes me feel pleasant
can not tell if that in your kitchen is a dragon or a gremlin
when i grab the mic i leave the crowd feelin
MCs that dare they use for time killin
cuz slugs know they cant match
i leave ya slumpt sliced layin on ya back
ill paragraphs i give villains heart attacks
no lies i spit straight facts
tell me whats the status
i banged girls in the elementry apparatus
rolllin with the slayas usin automatics
fuck the system we leavin kids in body caskets
ok, but can you keep it real?..
Listen to BETTER ON MY OWN FT. A.T.P by Sikes.The.Infamous #np on #SoundCloud
soundcloud.com/sikestheinfamous/better-on-my-own
Excelente instrumental compa!! Checa los mios en mi canal si te late ;)
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feels great to be alive,
having drinks on the side,
so many blessings,
yet im still alive,
and i plan to survive,
with a wife maybe kids,
i wanna live off my skits,
but its the wrong decision,
if they seen in my vision,
theyll understand,
its the only way,
for me to be a man,
deep thoughts with spraycans,
i spit when i can,
hiding it from my fam,
in this very country,
where the city demands,
cooperation so i took a stand,
it seems to be the last laugh,
when war comes,
God save us with no gunz,
If I was you I’d keep my expectations strapped in. Next time the bandit might strike again. Shoplift, what got ya prints, cause they stink like the flatulence of old women with bad intestines breakin wind.
Hit up KushFace beats
Phora
soundcloud.com/wolfbrowner/all-my-old-bitches-kankick-thankful-instrumental
Kto od Araba ?
for the ears on the planet, though the content act as a bandage to the damage, on that Michael Jay without the sliced face (No disrespect R.I.P) I know most will pout, and even more will turn away. But I don’t consider anything I make a waste, I don’t feel cheated like artist bein plagiarized by the fool who trace, neither should you 210, take that as a win, you must of made one hell of a imprint. But I’m sure if you keep up with the good content that won’t be the last time that it happens.
cuz I be tripping on the why tripping Cuz im high flipping on the fly can't get enough chedda so I ahead and let her she wonder why I been dead but she a bone head and so I keep on climbing the stairs wishing my cares away take it a day a time fleecin my tones backing the ones flexin my songs
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Question; Has intelligence ever existed within wig, If so I’m astonished it survived in such a climate, environment that’s violent, crowd stuffed with peanut packin product, am I riled up? Certainly not, but am I sinkin to a child’s eye level… yup. No solid logic to grip and or touch, just oxygen that slips through fingers unable to be clutched, you should walk around topics quiet as moccasins; instead of mocking one of Gods young…
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