crazy how long ago this beat was made.. could come out today and still be fye 🔥 im mad asf i aint grow up back in the day, them days will neva be back ever 💯
I love this instrumental... Join the Monday Night Bars facebook group y'all could post y'all bars up every monday everybody is welcome it goes down... #HipHop #MNB
I woke up to the sound of the bass/ Then the treble let itself in and spread out all over the place/ Then a voice said "Your dad's all right, man...no more cancer."/ "Take a look...He's standing right there." Looked at him with a smile on my face/ Seen my mom and noticed that any smoking effects had been erased/ I was overcome with joy, and just that instant/ I woke up for real to the sound of this Kiss shit/
even if my fans had no hands theyd still feel me they could be blind in both eyes but the energy is felt cuz i keep it real see the truth hurts and you feel pain the most cuz you always realize the worst
from the start it was feeling, just something to imagine, and now we making millions just from following our passion, fall i know you wish that I would instead of seeing me on a yacht you rather see me stressed out in the hood
and neva be hopless/the man above got ya/ when the devil try to knock ya/ i promise you can make it stop livin in hatrid/trials and tribulations you just gotta be patient/
life is supposed to make a man out you, if you looking for somebody better aint a man out here, my life complicated like toxic relationships, without God in my life don't know how i would deal with this, bros over hoes until you in a real predicament, then you realize ya girl the one writing letters and visiting, in my heart I'm digging in to get you to relate, its enough drama enough hate get you some cake, you trying to be a man when trying ain't enough, i know niggaz that don't have ya number that'll call ya bluff, everybody get lost on this road, we all need somebody to hold, til we get it under control, life has ups and downs, instead of crying or complaining be thankful for those who stuck around.
if you can feel me, then let's get felt. i would like your help and from no one else. hows it go? cuz i know im grand, no time to be bland plus i like to stick to the plan. man, i feel like a rubber band wadd, like im somekind of gift from god with no intent to con, its always the pros, smoke up my nose and hundos to blow, but id rather be on the low. so, when i get up to take your place, dont get too tanked because im high ranked.
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Warrior Singah 1 - Still Feel Me - Jason Phillips Jadakiss [Produced By The Alchemist] [Year: 2004] [Album: Kiss of Death] [Official Music Video]
There is a Lot of discrimination in rap, They say that hip-hop is just for the blacks But we all do it together, so show some respect!!. *Peace from holland !
i use to smoke weed like it was goin out of style/but i aint hit the blunt in a while/now i just sit back relax and write rhymes /i swear niggas act like they got nine lives/always wanna beef carry heat in they ride/2010 lets begin to provide anything we can for a man and especially for a child/im just lookin for a change / is you down/if you sell pounds take it down to an ounce step by step you can do it no doubt/i know this keep ya mind focused keep ya head high ya heart open
I done been through so much shit that I barely get excited Sugercoat my lifestyle cause I'm scared to get indicted Roll a spiff light it Thinking 'bout my life and pray to god my son never gotta get as high as I did Gotta be a role model now to the shorties cause I used to be like I don't give a fuck them ain't my kids Now I'm doing better in life, it's whatever I might buy a 100 dollar sweater tonight
Ayy yo, mommy It's my first album You know I had to do something for you Real street niggas know, man Sometimes out here, it's like, all you got's your gun And your mom Real shit) Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit The odours made the packs flip and I lied out of habit You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that Any time that we got raided you felt under attack But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that It feels good to know I'm makin' you proud To know I'm makin' you smile Now you can be proud when you say I'm your child Not to mention, I just made an account There's no more losses when they're raidin' me now But I can't lie, though, I been paid for a while Mom, I'm sorry for them times I didn't never listen I missed all my GCSEs when I went to prison I know you hated that And I wish that I could take it back But school, I never stayed in that 'Cause it wasn't payin', mom I know that you were stressed when I left But I had to get some ends And you weren't threatened by then That wouldn't work out My whole block knows I didn't get here the easy way Damn, I'm coolin' on remindin' 'til I beat the case I still spend four bills a month to keep my people safe My workers spend a whole hour coolin' at the meetin' place Now I'm phonin', lookin' for my box just like my pizza's late You brought me into life and I wasn't livin' right Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit The odors made the packs flip and I lied out of habit You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that Any time that we got raided you felt under attack But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that Look at how times have changed Went from ridin' trains Now I'm buyin' diamond chains Yo, I think our lives are saved Damn, I'm sorry for the stress Plus I'm sorry for the jail visits I'm sorry for the feds I'm sorry for the kitchen knives I'm sorry for the packs Not to mention, sorry for them promise never kept Like goin' back to prison We used to tell my little bro "I'm goin' on a mission" He's older now, so we ain't gotta trick him But you raised him right And I'm sorry for them times wait late at night Just to hear your son reach home from his crazy life Any time them feds came arrestin' me for stabbings You'd be questioned, did I stab them I'd just say it was the man then I remember when you finally accepted I was trappin' And said I should invest it into fashion I was hella shocked 'Cause you know that from a young age I was gettin' guap But you would still watch with some hope that I would get a job We weren't the young niggas, the OGs could go set up shop The OGs used to give us burners then we'd let 'em pop Have you ever set up shop and end up in a box? And by the time you come home, can't even sell a rock (Ayy, but mommy, I need to make sure you heard what I was sayin' to you, mom Listen) Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit The odors made the packs flip and I lied out of habit You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that Any time that we got raided you felt under attack But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that
feel like my life is passing me buy, allshe do is keep askin me why// i gotta make these moves, i know she hate i do// but i always come back to the same spot, you know i gotta keep the game hot// so the only reason i do it, cause i ain't fluent// i'm talkin bout my spanish, with a connect like that i can do damage//
Jadakiss - Still Feel Me instrumental Regardless of the fact I’ll be myself. Other people act like they know me by my wealth. Please I’ll let people show their true colors by what they have to say. Because that’s their true intentions of their character at the end of the day. See overall there’s the main ones,day ones and same ones. But the fake,trash and phony clowns ain’t all fun. People do and say what they want. It’s rare to find and have a nice friend because everybody fronts. Being a people pleaser when they don’t care about you. Oh how I wish you people would wake up and get a clue. I’d rather be solo on gods green earth. Truly find someone that keeps it real despite what their worth. Claiming that y’all really care man I ain’t believein it. People nowadays pretend really and are full of shit. In relationships your partner never ask how you doin. Are mostly concerned about theyselves so fluent.
My weed still favors the dutch I be blazing different flavors when im playing some rush (rock group) When we born, its the pavement we touch I remember saving for lunch Cause my parents aint got it every day Its better to say i made money but im modest in every way So how can a doctor tell me if my conscious is okay Let me be honest, fuck ya Ariana just listen to Ebonics okay (Big L)
I can sit in a room all quietly bet youll still feel me not just my posture but my energy yea i got friends and a lot more enemies all im concerned about is my pennies and bengies i fell in that thing called love so hard thought i was dead already she gave me mouth to mouth then suddenly i started rhyming before breathing im gonna make this shit hot even when its below freezing
I took a piece of the pie and share the crumbs/keep my business in house when it come to stacking funds/HUMBLE and plus grateful i respect my ones/never chase papers let the love become/cause the root of money loving it is DUMB/
It aint really take me dat long ta fuckin figure out, who was my mans n who was really fuckin riding out nigga go off ta skool now da hood think im coping out I aint gotta Nine n my hand i gotta book now he only had nine of dem grams now he book now sent him upstate wit da goons now he shook now thought he was da man in da hood,he got it tookin now who da fuck da man got yall lookin we all know from start who had da most heart
i never stress only time i broke a sweat was when i had 2 buy my girl a pregancy test this is real and i come from the heart growin up wit the fellas smokin in the park u gold fish and im more like a shark agrresive aint scared to make the tek spark is the flow i been blessed rhymins a passion when i was younger my money i stayed but you learn as you grow look out for the forks in the road started prayin cuz i felt like the end was close so i carry a cross and carry 1
I came along way from that corner store/ I had the 2 for 5s fiends was like give me 4/ I got my shit off the arm I really needed more/ I went from weed to dope then started selling hard/ I did my time for these crimes I gotta live with/ only brothers in my circle that I live with/ live and die pray for mine and my siblings/ pray to God I survive and make some children
Came from the gutter With the knowledge Still pursued college Figured I’d place a bet On self So I ditched his story Just to write my own So know the ops hate Trying to stop my dough But like a chef in the kitchen I whip it it’s all skill While they drooling over counterfeit I stay certified Check my sheet Wtf you gone do with a hammer You range pigeon...
wen i first got kicked out-i didnt kno my whereabouts-i got on my grind then made enuff 4 an ounce-i made a few bucks then bounced-niggas started actin funny-cuz they wasnt gettin money-what goes around cums around u "DUMMY"-i reminisce & reflect on the past-sum locked up sum gone&past-i still got the same goals 2 get this cash-but the block hustle is lookin real bad-so i had 2 switch my swag-im a man now&a dad-so i had no other choice but 2 switch up fast-i still liv on cuz gud times dont last
Pussy, money, weed, but I can't forget the Hennessy Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy (bow) Blinded by the love, that you never see the jealousy Probably why I smoke like a hippy in the '70s My mother was a hustler, I guess it's just hereditary (mummy) 'Cah I can't seem to overgrind like there's ten of me Come home, pushin' weight, call it hustle memory (get it?) Bricks on the floor like a primary school assembly (forget it) In three whole years, a lot of people didn't check for me So now I'm home, I just hope you keep that energy (for real) I got a G's on my kicks, put McQueen on my chick My machine on my hip, 'cah I got beef on my strip I put the G in gang, 'cah I'm a G on my own (solo) Pussy, money, weed, I just need the Patrón I used to pat man down Like where my keys, where my phone? (where they?) I told probation I'm a rapper, now just leave me alone (allow me) I don't understand a lot of man, but each to their own I really mashed a lot of work, I don't need to promote I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape, I don't need to promote But fuck it, training day, training, that's three in a row And I just got a reload, I'm 'bout to ski up the slopes When I remember nights I used to sleep in the cold (freezin') 'Til I learned to rock with this grease in a bowl D Zino'll probably scheme on your grow Put the tracker on your motor, watch you leavin' your home I got grub comin' in for as cheap as it goes And if you're puttin' in the work, then you can see the results I said you're puttin' in the work You're gon' see the results (trust me) Pussy, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier Gang trap, bang, that's all apart of the dosier I smell like weed, this ain't Jean Paul Gaultier (nah) Brown on the table but that ain't coffee stains I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways You gotta catch a bird for you to know it's not a game But I got beef and sauce like bolognese But I got fire and I'm like Johnny Blaze (haha) Thirty six hours in the booth but I've had longer days Mind how you speak or my G, I'll box your face Lucky I ain't let this ting sing like Songs of Praise Don't get lost 'round 'ere G, the block's a maze Barking and Dagenham, bodies just drop like fashion And we got a OT passion (real life) I got Chucks with me, you don't want that action RIP, another Instagram caption Pussy, money, weed, and a one-two Magnum When I'm with shawty, pretty bad, ride me like Harley She get wet-wet like a swimming pool party Back it up 'pon me like Notting Hill Carni' Get money and I still grind, I'm gnarly And I ain't tryna play no game like Serani (no way) Yo, I said I ain't tryna play no game like Serani Pussy, money, weed, and I can't forget the Hennessy Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy (bow) You've blinded by the love That you never see the jealousy (nah, never) Pussy, money, weed, I just need the Patrón (need that) I told probation I'm a rapper, now just leave me alone (leave that) I really mashed a lot of work That I don't need to promote (believe that) I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape that I don't need to promote Pussy, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier Gang trap, bang, that's all apart of the dosier I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways (for real) You gotta hold a bird for you to know it's not a game Free the guys I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways Twenty vision Pussy, money, weed Yeah, that's that
wrist watches on each arm/ i aint bullshit'n i got on my grind had ah mind for money and start gold diggin/ even the 49ers couldn match my hustle/ start workin three jobs and my bank started bulidin muscle/ if u came from nothin you'll amount ta somethin/ but if u born wit it all den what do you accomplish?/ im glad i had ta struggle cuz das a battle i thought i wouldnt win/ des wordz i spit feed the fuel to get to you n the ppl u wit/im the truth like lik dat dude from the celtics/ my flow go
A new generation, thinking that a kid that has four different pairs of pradas is amazing; Young girls learn to use sex toys for playing; Lady kicked out the house, where the hell she staying? Kids nowadays want drama, one llama, and goons will bomb down the crib like Osama; People hate violence but love to start flexing, the result of that is a scene with a murder weapon; Knuckle heads testing, the elderly crying, another person dying and a crackheads confession; Picture jada spitting it.
Tired of struggling So i called papi To pick up He told me i had to wake up To all this cash You can make Just serving on the strip He gave me molly an all her friends Plus a benz just to dip I kept telling myself This couldnt exist Without ogs before me Doing this
, past few years shit got so ill Was kinda hard for the God to laugh through tears I went through something with momma, no drama Something that came and went, real life karma My pop think his son is desertin' him, its hurtin' him Guess I gotta be the man and sit down and work with him My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug So I told him the money will never equal to the love Listen, I'm grown y'all When it comes to my family it ain't never a problem, it's only a phone call They tend to take that and run with it So every other month I be on some new phone, new number shit They violated Stay again Gus totaled the Beamer and broke Kay leg again Shh, let us pray again And I ain't get enough of hanging in local bars yet Had to let the thing off, 'cross town in the projects All these rumors and shit, but I ain't get robbed yet Bitch ass niggas ain't stop actin' like broads yet In arm reach of a gun and a mask Somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash, still feel me I hit the road and try to get more grip It was cool 'til a muthafuckin' tour bus flipped Uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid Got caught up, then I put a court up Now the road the the riches is taking me longer It ain't kill yet so it's making me stronger I don't know if it's the hate, frustration, or hunger That keep a nigga going, rappin' for a reason Shit don't just don't happen, shit happens for a reason I'm that dude, like it or love it I do my thing in the hood, and get right with a budget Ain't afraid to give my life to the public And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss How my 16's give you a visual I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he life off residuals But right now the game is pitiful And niggas is lonely, they need company 'cause they miserable Yeah, uh-huh, shit is still real, B That's why I want you to still feel me
ya gotta still feel me cuz im still alive,shorty tried to steal my pride, thats the wrong direction....i remember when u lost n desperate,out of all the bitches you the one i selected,dont cuff these hoes i was taught a lesson,i got the heart to say, all i wanted to do was go far away,yea its dark but a nigga had harder days,thought i havent moved on but its starts today,known for dropping dimes call me hardaway,she must be a new barber the way she just start to fade,she aint sharp no more must of lost her blade,plus i fought rage she the story teller but i got to turn the page.....
Puffy Duffy Corrupt me Lovely Millennial Pentacles Cynical Residual Minuscule Ice cream dreamS Tummy aches From the ace of spades W a shitty hand I could still have a bitch amazed Cuz it ain’t what you dealt It’s how you play Never really the what But more how you say it Before I knew they heard me I been defending the dirty I barely got my first 10 When they lapped me with the 30 But as soon as they stacked the stats It was respect you up on my Jersey Respect on my jersey Demeanor on New York The baddest apparently But I still wanna be like tony stark Fuck a bbl Big checks and degrees W my bony bark Naw Iont talk shh This called a healthy spark Cuz even when they throw shade Ima shine in the dark Shift the gear anywear Except for park Drive on infinity The style even giving smart The vibe giving whatever Feel like gods best work of art
Still feel me, even though Ive fallen out of touch my family judges me so I dont come around the house as much split the dutch and seperate leaf paper dropped out of school and found myself in jail a week later the heat made a nigga feel invincible shootouts with dudes who used to bully me, missed 'em by an inch or two Im not convincin you that Im a thug, Im the opposite I was quiet and cool but the drama made me demonstrative Ma I'm runnin on E, tell the kids to stay positive.
I got a flow that was gifted from god,they tryna run down on me like this is cod,but ima show the higher ropes i out lifted the odds,so many rhymes,I spit cause so many crimes,bars like I had felony charge,the melody’s come sharp,you gone tell on me then that’s hard,for me to trust you,make me wanna throw like I’m disgusted in you,but if I got trust issues,then that’s what makes me official,without a whistle,like I’m tryna holla at your mistress,every time I leave she thinking I miss him,but how can another man go an diss him,after he sold him prescription,for his mans health,I gave em a round of applause now they expected me to give em a hand out,I maneuver smooth through the water but I’m happy that I took the land route,-Capital-C
If you start it you got to finish it, if you did it you got to sit in it, I can talk about it cause Ive been in it, remember days watching my menaces getting sentences, they ain't really care cause they living this
im jus tryna share my thoughts, get it off my chest im out here breakin my neck for a inch a respect/like rodney dangerfield i may joke around but the pain is real things from years ago i still feel/got me wakein up at night hot sweat cold chills feel like a fish on land tryna breath out my gills/starvin but my stomach wont let me keep a meal/im wastein away like a convicts days drunk off belvedere high off haze/i keep gettin stuck in the maze its like im stuck in my ways/
i remember the skool times wen everibody used to roll wid me wen we used to rhyme lyrics and cudnt go with the melody i was so yung i wnted everitink, i wnted to go places wer i've never been big boi now im 17 my grandad was always there for me buh he passed away i loved him more than anthin so why did he go away i had to go and live with my uncle because my mom never wanted me she didnt like me, and never wnted to see my face in her property
5yrs on earth if my music dontwork. Will by then i'll have some worth in the hood. We're all destined for dirt, pop on Mexicans for hustlin' work. The cycle wont break. (knock on wood) No remorse if you bought 2 10's of some shake. You wont stop a man that driving of agression and anx. This is not a challenge verbalizing my thought Its unstoppable power meets the immovable force Knowledge of self. Eternal Souls Clashing (Build & Destroy) Peace God
heat rises..sun sets...the vets wit the guns atthe church showin some nuns respect..the water runs then drips..match teh same one on his hip...im on a cliff..hangin wit one arm..unarmed..they got they guns drawn..i drop...and in my free fall i musta forgot..i was an angel in my past days..i spread my wings..half dazed..amazed that i didnt crash and lay..yeah..im gettin cash today..im a castaway..heal my body..then unleash my wrath for days..me and my bastard ways..skies grey like them ashtrays .
They can't count the hit i took The time in projects i put How many times i lost to spit this hook You learn from mistakes and earn from what you left Don't let sacrifices dictate yourself Life ain't easy, but damn i wouldn't sell it when you suceed Yo, you better still feel me this beat is likke i'm thrown like a frisbee real hip hop never die, trust me #top5deadoralive #jadakiss #realhiphop
AYO SUCKAS SEE THESE BARS BE THE TRUEST WHY YALL GOT ME INTO IT/I DROP BOMBS AND TAKE LIVES THROUGH MUSIC/FLIP THE PAGE FROM THE OLD SCRIPT HUSTLE BUNDLES BACK DEALING ON THE WHOLE STRIP/FEINS JUMPING ND BUGGING WORK FOR THEY OWN SNIFF/ALOT WORK ON MY PLATE BUT NIGGA I GOT TIME/THESE HATERS RUNNING WITH THEY HAWKS BUT NIGGA I GOT NINES.......
Pops thinks his son is deserting him/it’s hurting him/guesss I gotta be the man and sit down work with him/but he the one who turning you savage you use to work with him/and did everything known to man except church wit him/rolled smoked purp wit him/he get high/even put shit in the dirt wit him/letting it fly/y’all lost grandma now the devil inside/and you laying that shit down really wanting to cry/but daddy can’t see no weakness he wiped the soul out his eyes/cuz he know the only way out is when he closing his eyes/.......want the rest let me know
Time goes fast its such in a rush/i chose a porsche coz im trying to go fast/and keep up with time/perhaps, be ahead of time/afford get a little time to chill/im so ile/i probably need some pills/champaigne spills/exotic meals/6digit deals/perhaps im too full of myself/like water im about to spill/
feel it in there chest streets so hot have to walk around with a vest to protect my neck from these vultures turn around these birds fly down south come back up when you hot bring some new niggas around to raid your spot never in a drop confuse these haters when I hop out cause im on top my team WE HERE NEVER GON FLOP
Alchemist was in another zone on this beat. Makes me think about my life, and i can write a book on my shit frfr.
Yeah 1Hunnahh
Wow all these years and i never knew this was The Alchemist, pure fucking genius
This beat sounds like a dream
that's why it's classic
Over 15 years later it still does...
I’m crying 😂🤣🤣😂🤣
I know exactly what you mean. It kinda takes you to another world when you hear it.
Foreal foreal💯💯
YESSSSSS! This track right here went hard. STILL do! Tell me after thou listened to this you didn't wanna make extra spectacular moves!
I love RUclips for helping me find this song 🤟🏾salute 🙌🏾
crazy how long ago this beat was made.. could come out today and still be fye 🔥 im mad asf i aint grow up back in the day, them days will neva be back ever 💯
2020 still jamming to this as I continue on the road to the riches make me this song makes me stronger
Favorite kiss song since I was a kid. 10 years later still my favorite
Tony Anello 😳🙀😴😴🤬😥
so u are now 17?
Shit came out in 2004. My mans know the history before u speak
@@MotorCity5s They didn't say it didn't. The just said it was their favorite song since 10.
KiD 504# ignored his dumbass for a reason lol
A really dope instrumental, I got to admit. Jadakiss sitting there like the boss of bosses.
This Jadakiss joint is still 🔥 bubblin track mean beat Sarge-45 over-and-out END-OF-TRANSMISSON.
Who heard that Herbbb shordddy
G herbo song as well
This beat hit different in the soul
This the beat which told me Alchemist is the 🐐, the way he chopped this sample💯
always love this instrumental.
I love this instrumental... Join the Monday Night Bars facebook group y'all could post y'all bars up every monday everybody is welcome it goes down... #HipHop #MNB
LOL has 2 members bro haha
Kiss is the greatest love u keep making hit n instrumental
I woke up to the sound of the bass/
Then the treble let itself in and spread out all over the place/
Then a voice said "Your dad's all right, man...no more cancer."/
"Take a look...He's standing right there."
Looked at him with a smile on my face/
Seen my mom and noticed that any smoking effects had been erased/
I was overcome with joy, and just that instant/
I woke up for real to the sound of this Kiss shit/
Damn
This beat is what you feel when you travel up the highway and start seeing them skyscrapers 🌆
ruclips.net/video/n9cqZC5dls8/видео.htmlsi=Ac4vOVAY2k3MQonz
this beat screams 90s brooklyn bridge world trade center
Old beats makes me get better with what I know ... I love trap don't Get me wrong
I keep it real, n i still can't express myself...
Long live Amg fresh God Duffle 🙏🏿🤞🏿🤝🏿
even if my fans had no hands theyd still feel me they could be blind in both eyes but the energy is felt cuz i keep it real see the truth hurts and you feel pain the most cuz you always realize the worst
this is a beautiful beat
it sounds like I'm having the best day of my life
from the start it was feeling, just something to imagine, and now we making millions just from following our passion,
fall i know you wish that I would
instead of seeing me on a yacht
you rather see me stressed out in the hood
I use to be a rook now I'm a veteran/ use to smoke weed back then we called it medicine
and neva be hopless/the man above got ya/ when the devil try to knock ya/ i promise you can make it stop livin in hatrid/trials and tribulations you just gotta be patient/
Beat belongs in a museum
Whoever made this beat deserves to marry my grandmother.
The alchemist made it
@JHussla211 most real lyrics i've ever heard bro...keep spitting that real shit bro
Alchemist🔥track fo-shooo Sargeant-robinson out.
life is supposed to make a man out you, if you looking for somebody better aint a man out here, my life complicated like toxic relationships, without God in my life don't know how i would deal with this, bros over hoes until you in a real predicament, then you realize ya girl the one writing letters and visiting, in my heart I'm digging in to get you to relate, its enough drama enough hate get you some cake, you trying to be a man when trying ain't enough, i know niggaz that don't have ya number that'll call ya bluff, everybody get lost on this road, we all need somebody to hold, til we get it under control, life has ups and downs, instead of crying or complaining be thankful for those who stuck around.
What's the car passing through sound effect???
Forgot how dope this joint was.!
This beat is hard
Alchemist
MACTOOL24
Really?
Shit I can’t believe this was alchemist! Epic.
Jada is the nice guy Kiss is the master.
slow the vid down to 0.75 to catch some vaporwave vibe
Upside Down Nigga fax yo I’m trippin
Herbo killed this shit
if you can feel me, then let's get felt. i would like your help and from no one else. hows it go? cuz i know im grand, no time to be bland plus i like to stick to the plan. man, i feel like a rubber band wadd, like im somekind of gift from god with no intent to con, its always the pros, smoke up my nose and hundos to blow, but id rather be on the low. so, when i get up to take your place, dont get too tanked because im high ranked.
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Warrior Singah 1 - Still Feel Me - Jason Phillips Jadakiss [Produced By The Alchemist] [Year: 2004] [Album: Kiss of Death] [Official Music Video]
Sample: Nick Sargent - New Life
There is a Lot of discrimination in rap,
They say that hip-hop is just for the blacks
But we all do it together, so show some respect!!. *Peace from holland !
One Of my fav beats of all time.
i use to smoke weed like it was goin out of style/but i aint hit the blunt in a while/now i just sit back relax and write rhymes /i swear niggas act like they got nine lives/always wanna beef carry heat in they ride/2010 lets begin to provide anything we can for a man and especially for a child/im just lookin for a change / is you down/if you sell pounds take it down to an ounce step by step you can do it no doubt/i know this keep ya mind focused keep ya head high ya heart open
I done been through so much shit that I barely get excited
Sugercoat my lifestyle cause I'm scared to get indicted
Roll a spiff light it
Thinking 'bout my life and pray to god my son never gotta get as high as I did
Gotta be a role model now to the shorties cause I used to be like I don't give a fuck them ain't my kids
Now I'm doing better in life, it's whatever
I might buy a 100 dollar sweater tonight
why doesn’t alchemist talk more about this song🤔 this is arguably one of his best works to date.
nice bars....u shud write more for the whole song
Ayy yo, mommy
It's my first album
You know I had to do something for you
Real street niggas know, man
Sometimes out here, it's like, all you got's your gun
And your mom
Real shit)
Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit
The odours made the packs flip and I lied out of habit
You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that
Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that
Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that
Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that
Any time that we got raided you felt under attack
But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that
It feels good to know I'm makin' you proud
To know I'm makin' you smile
Now you can be proud when you say I'm your child
Not to mention, I just made an account
There's no more losses when they're raidin' me now
But I can't lie, though, I been paid for a while
Mom, I'm sorry for them times I didn't never listen
I missed all my GCSEs when I went to prison
I know you hated that
And I wish that I could take it back
But school, I never stayed in that
'Cause it wasn't payin', mom
I know that you were stressed when I left
But I had to get some ends
And you weren't threatened by then
That wouldn't work out
My whole block knows I didn't get here the easy way
Damn, I'm coolin' on remindin' 'til I beat the case
I still spend four bills a month to keep my people safe
My workers spend a whole hour coolin' at the meetin' place
Now I'm phonin', lookin' for my box just like my pizza's late
You brought me into life and I wasn't livin' right
Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit
The odors made the packs flip and I lied out of habit
You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that
Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that
Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that
Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that
Any time that we got raided you felt under attack
But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that
Look at how times have changed
Went from ridin' trains
Now I'm buyin' diamond chains
Yo, I think our lives are saved
Damn, I'm sorry for the stress
Plus I'm sorry for the jail visits
I'm sorry for the feds
I'm sorry for the kitchen knives
I'm sorry for the packs
Not to mention, sorry for them promise never kept
Like goin' back to prison
We used to tell my little bro
"I'm goin' on a mission"
He's older now, so we ain't gotta trick him
But you raised him right
And I'm sorry for them times wait late at night
Just to hear your son reach home from his crazy life
Any time them feds came arrestin' me for stabbings
You'd be questioned, did I stab them
I'd just say it was the man then
I remember when you finally accepted I was trappin'
And said I should invest it into fashion
I was hella shocked
'Cause you know that from a young age I was gettin' guap
But you would still watch with some hope that I would get a job
We weren't the young niggas, the OGs could go set up shop
The OGs used to give us burners then we'd let 'em pop
Have you ever set up shop and end up in a box?
And by the time you come home, can't even sell a rock
(Ayy, but mommy, I need to make sure you heard what I was sayin' to you, mom
Listen)
Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit
The odors made the packs flip and I lied out of habit
You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that
Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that
Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that
Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that
Any time that we got raided you felt under attack
But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that
What endz u from
@@Vision.Target.Shoot1 Wdym that’s fredo lyrics ? Fits good on the beat u joker 🤣
@@AP_FX1 i didnt know thought they weere alright and they were urs lol i see gcses i thought what? lol
@@Vision.Target.Shoot1 nah if yk the song lyrics and how they go they fit gd w the beat
@@AP_FX1 OK kl yh i dont mind geniuine authentic expression being real but i dont like glamorizing nastiness wickedness lyrics seem genuine
feel like my life is passing me buy, allshe do is keep askin me why//
i gotta make these moves, i know she hate i do//
but i always come back to the same spot, you know i gotta keep the game hot//
so the only reason i do it, cause i ain't fluent//
i'm talkin bout my spanish, with a connect like that i can do damage//
Mover smashed this beat
Name of song?
jada is the best n yall kno that...a;ways 100 %
Jadakiss - Still Feel Me instrumental
Regardless of the fact I’ll be myself.
Other people act like they know me by my wealth.
Please I’ll let people show their true colors by what they have to say.
Because that’s their true intentions of their character at the end of the day.
See overall there’s the main ones,day ones and same ones.
But the fake,trash and phony clowns ain’t all fun.
People do and say what they want.
It’s rare to find and have a nice friend because everybody fronts.
Being a people pleaser when they don’t care about you.
Oh how I wish you people would wake up and get a clue.
I’d rather be solo on gods green earth.
Truly find someone that keeps it real despite what their worth.
Claiming that y’all really care man I ain’t believein it.
People nowadays pretend really and are full of shit.
In relationships your partner never ask how you doin.
Are mostly concerned about theyselves so fluent.
My weed still favors the dutch
I be blazing different flavors when im playing some rush (rock group)
When we born, its the pavement we touch
I remember saving for lunch
Cause my parents aint got it every day
Its better to say i made money but im modest in every way
So how can a doctor tell me if my conscious is okay
Let me be honest, fuck ya Ariana just listen to Ebonics okay (Big L)
I AINT HEARD DIS BEAT IN YEARS HARD
I can sit in a room all quietly bet youll still feel me not just my posture but my energy yea i got friends and a lot more enemies all im concerned about is my pennies and bengies i fell in that thing called love so hard thought i was dead already she gave me mouth to mouth then suddenly i started rhyming before breathing im gonna make this shit hot even when its below freezing
One of Alchemist best beats 🔥
good instrumental to write too yurrr 🔥🔥🔥
I took a piece of the pie and share the crumbs/keep my business in house when it come to stacking funds/HUMBLE and plus grateful i respect my ones/never chase papers let the love become/cause the root of money loving it is DUMB/
It aint really take me dat long ta fuckin figure out,
who was my mans n who was really fuckin riding out
nigga go off ta skool now da hood think im coping out
I aint gotta Nine n my hand i gotta book now
he only had nine of dem grams now he book now
sent him upstate wit da goons now he shook now
thought he was da man in da hood,he got it tookin
now who da fuck da man got yall lookin
we all know from start who had da most heart
i never stress only time i broke a sweat
was when i had 2 buy my girl a pregancy test
this is real and i come from the heart
growin up wit the fellas smokin in the park
u gold fish and im more like a shark
agrresive aint scared to make the tek spark
is the flow i been blessed rhymins a passion
when i was younger my money i stayed
but you learn as you grow
look out for the forks in the road
started prayin cuz i felt like the end was close
so i carry a cross and carry
1
I came along way from that corner store/ I had the 2 for 5s fiends was like give me 4/ I got my shit off the arm I really needed more/ I went from weed to dope then started selling hard/ I did my time for these crimes I gotta live with/ only brothers in my circle that I live with/ live and die pray for mine and my siblings/ pray to God I survive and make some children
Benjamin Monroe barz
I dont even know wat say about this one right hea... omfg. Only jadakiss coulda killed this 1 still my favorite song
Wiz khalifa cypher brought me here
Came from the gutter With the knowledge
Still pursued college
Figured I’d place a bet
On self
So I ditched his story
Just to write my own
So know the ops hate
Trying to stop my dough
But like a chef in the kitchen
I whip it it’s all skill
While they drooling over counterfeit
I stay certified
Check my sheet
Wtf you gone do with a hammer
You range pigeon...
This shit sound like a dream!!
Just One off the hottest
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wen i first got kicked out-i didnt kno my whereabouts-i got on my grind then made enuff 4 an ounce-i made a few bucks then bounced-niggas started actin funny-cuz they wasnt gettin money-what goes around cums around u "DUMMY"-i reminisce & reflect on the past-sum locked up sum gone&past-i still got the same goals 2 get this cash-but the block hustle is lookin real bad-so i had 2 switch my swag-im a man now&a dad-so i had no other choice but 2 switch up fast-i still liv on cuz gud times dont last
This Beat is hip-notic, melodic, but not chaotic🎼🎼🎼
Pussy, money, weed, but I can't forget the Hennessy
Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy (bow)
Blinded by the love, that you never see the jealousy
Probably why I smoke like a hippy in the '70s
My mother was a hustler, I guess it's just hereditary (mummy)
'Cah I can't seem to overgrind like there's ten of me
Come home, pushin' weight, call it hustle memory (get it?)
Bricks on the floor like a primary school assembly (forget it)
In three whole years, a lot of people didn't check for me
So now I'm home, I just hope you keep that energy (for real)
I got a G's on my kicks, put McQueen on my chick
My machine on my hip, 'cah I got beef on my strip
I put the G in gang, 'cah I'm a G on my own (solo)
Pussy, money, weed, I just need the Patrón
I used to pat man down
Like where my keys, where my phone? (where they?)
I told probation I'm a rapper, now just leave me alone (allow me)
I don't understand a lot of man, but each to their own
I really mashed a lot of work, I don't need to promote
I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape, I don't need to promote
But fuck it, training day, training, that's three in a row
And I just got a reload, I'm 'bout to ski up the slopes
When I remember nights I used to sleep in the cold (freezin')
'Til I learned to rock with this grease in a bowl
D Zino'll probably scheme on your grow
Put the tracker on your motor, watch you leavin' your home
I got grub comin' in for as cheap as it goes
And if you're puttin' in the work, then you can see the results
I said you're puttin' in the work
You're gon' see the results (trust me)
Pussy, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier
Gang trap, bang, that's all apart of the dosier
I smell like weed, this ain't Jean Paul Gaultier (nah)
Brown on the table but that ain't coffee stains
I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways
You gotta catch a bird for you to know it's not a game
But I got beef and sauce like bolognese
But I got fire and I'm like Johnny Blaze (haha)
Thirty six hours in the booth but I've had longer days
Mind how you speak or my G, I'll box your face
Lucky I ain't let this ting sing like Songs of Praise
Don't get lost 'round 'ere G, the block's a maze
Barking and Dagenham, bodies just drop like fashion
And we got a OT passion (real life)
I got Chucks with me, you don't want that action
RIP, another Instagram caption
Pussy, money, weed, and a one-two Magnum
When I'm with shawty, pretty bad, ride me like Harley
She get wet-wet like a swimming pool party
Back it up 'pon me like Notting Hill Carni'
Get money and I still grind, I'm gnarly
And I ain't tryna play no game like Serani (no way)
Yo, I said I ain't tryna play no game like Serani
Pussy, money, weed, and I can't forget the Hennessy
Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy (bow)
You've blinded by the love
That you never see the jealousy (nah, never)
Pussy, money, weed, I just need the Patrón (need that)
I told probation I'm a rapper, now just leave me alone (leave that)
I really mashed a lot of work
That I don't need to promote (believe that)
I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape that I don't need to promote
Pussy, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier
Gang trap, bang, that's all apart of the dosier
I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways (for real)
You gotta hold a bird for you to know it's not a game
Free the guys
I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways
Twenty vision
Pussy, money, weed
Yeah, that's that
this shit will wake you up!!
yooo the link iz messed up
wrist watches on each arm/ i aint bullshit'n i got on my grind had ah mind for money and start gold diggin/ even the 49ers couldn match my hustle/ start workin three jobs and my bank started bulidin muscle/ if u came from nothin you'll amount ta somethin/ but if u born wit it all den what do you accomplish?/ im glad i had ta struggle cuz das a battle i thought i wouldnt win/ des wordz i spit feed the fuel to get to you n the ppl u wit/im the truth like lik dat dude from the celtics/ my flow go
A new generation, thinking that a kid that has four different pairs of pradas is amazing;
Young girls learn to use sex toys for playing;
Lady kicked out the house, where the hell she staying?
Kids nowadays want drama, one llama, and goons will bomb down the crib like Osama;
People hate violence but love to start flexing, the result of that is a scene with a murder weapon;
Knuckle heads testing, the elderly crying, another person dying and a crackheads confession;
Picture jada spitting it.
props to alchemist for making this beat
sounds like some classic shit lil herb or lil Bibby would be on
Tired of struggling
So i called papi
To pick up
He told me i had to wake up
To all this cash
You can make
Just serving on the strip
He gave me molly an all her friends
Plus a benz just to dip
I kept telling myself
This couldnt exist
Without ogs before me
Doing this
lol b brought me here 2019 I’m still based.
iog 2 is beyond classic
Faxts
, past few years shit got so ill
Was kinda hard for the God to laugh through tears
I went through something with momma, no drama
Something that came and went, real life karma
My pop think his son is desertin' him, its hurtin' him
Guess I gotta be the man and sit down and work with him
My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug
So I told him the money will never equal to the love
Listen, I'm grown y'all
When it comes to my family it ain't never a problem, it's only a phone call
They tend to take that and run with it
So every other month I be on some new phone, new number shit
They violated Stay again
Gus totaled the Beamer and broke Kay leg again
Shh, let us pray again
And I ain't get enough of hanging in local bars yet
Had to let the thing off, 'cross town in the projects
All these rumors and shit, but I ain't get robbed yet
Bitch ass niggas ain't stop actin' like broads yet
In arm reach of a gun and a mask
Somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash, still feel me
I hit the road and try to get more grip
It was cool 'til a muthafuckin' tour bus flipped
Uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid
Got caught up, then I put a court up
Now the road the the riches is taking me longer
It ain't kill yet so it's making me stronger
I don't know if it's the hate, frustration, or hunger
That keep a nigga going, rappin' for a reason
Shit don't just don't happen, shit happens for a reason
I'm that dude, like it or love it
I do my thing in the hood, and get right with a budget
Ain't afraid to give my life to the public
And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss
How my 16's give you a visual
I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he life off residuals
But right now the game is pitiful
And niggas is lonely, they need company 'cause they miserable
Yeah, uh-huh, shit is still real, B
That's why I want you to still feel me
ya gotta still feel me cuz im still alive,shorty tried to steal my pride, thats the wrong direction....i remember when u lost n desperate,out of all the bitches you the one i selected,dont cuff these hoes i was taught a lesson,i got the heart to say, all i wanted to do was go far away,yea its dark but a nigga had harder days,thought i havent moved on but its starts today,known for dropping dimes call me hardaway,she must be a new barber the way she just start to fade,she aint sharp no more must of lost her blade,plus i fought rage she the story teller but i got to turn the page.....
Dope 💯 join this group on facebook called Monday Night Bars you could post them dope bars every monday and links to your music!
ight i got you and good lookz
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the sound quality sucks but good beat..cant hear the twinkle toe sound that good..
Ja, mir sind do uffem wäg nach bern city
Fühle grad de beat und bi jz vesser als mi fan biggue
Puffy
Duffy
Corrupt me
Lovely
Millennial
Pentacles
Cynical
Residual
Minuscule
Ice cream dreamS
Tummy aches
From the ace of spades
W a shitty hand I could still have a bitch amazed
Cuz it ain’t what you dealt
It’s how you play
Never really the what
But more how you say it
Before I knew they heard me
I been defending the dirty
I barely got my first 10
When they lapped me with the 30
But as soon as they stacked the stats
It was respect you up on my Jersey
Respect on my jersey
Demeanor on New York
The baddest apparently
But I still wanna be like tony stark
Fuck a bbl
Big checks and degrees
W my bony bark
Naw Iont talk shh
This called a healthy spark
Cuz even when they throw shade
Ima shine in the dark
Shift the gear anywear
Except for park
Drive on infinity
The style even giving smart
The vibe giving whatever
Feel like gods best work of art
trash
Still feel me, even though Ive fallen out of touch
my family judges me so I dont come around the house as much
split the dutch and seperate leaf paper
dropped out of school and found myself in jail a week later
the heat made a nigga feel invincible
shootouts with dudes who used to bully me, missed 'em by an inch or two
Im not convincin you that Im a thug, Im the opposite
I was quiet and cool but the drama made me demonstrative
Ma I'm runnin on E, tell the kids to stay positive.
I got a flow that was gifted from god,they tryna run down on me like this is cod,but ima show the higher ropes i out lifted the odds,so many rhymes,I spit cause so many crimes,bars like I had felony charge,the melody’s come sharp,you gone tell on me then that’s hard,for me to trust you,make me wanna throw like I’m disgusted in you,but if I got trust issues,then that’s what makes me official,without a whistle,like I’m tryna holla at your mistress,every time I leave she thinking I miss him,but how can another man go an diss him,after he sold him prescription,for his mans health,I gave em a round of applause now they expected me to give em a hand out,I maneuver smooth through the water but I’m happy that I took the land route,-Capital-C
If you start it you got to finish it, if you did it you got to sit in it, I can talk about it cause Ive been in it, remember days watching my menaces getting sentences, they ain't really care cause they living this
Wat up my Nigerian
im jus tryna share my thoughts, get it off my chest im out here breakin my neck for a inch a respect/like rodney dangerfield i may joke around but the pain is real things from years ago i still feel/got me wakein up at night hot sweat cold chills feel like a fish on land tryna breath out my gills/starvin but my stomach wont let me keep a meal/im wastein away like a convicts days drunk off belvedere high off haze/i keep gettin stuck in the maze its like im stuck in my ways/
i remember the skool times wen everibody used to roll wid me
wen we used to rhyme lyrics and cudnt go with the melody
i was so yung i wnted everitink, i wnted to go places wer i've never been
big boi now im 17
my grandad was always there for me buh he passed away
i loved him more than anthin so why did he go away
i had to go and live with my uncle because my mom never wanted me
she didnt like me, and never wnted to see my face in her property
5yrs on earth if my music dontwork. Will by then i'll have some worth in the hood.
We're all destined for dirt, pop on Mexicans for hustlin' work. The cycle wont
break. (knock on wood) No remorse if you bought 2 10's of some shake. You
wont stop a man that driving of agression and anx.
This is not a challenge verbalizing my thought
Its unstoppable power meets the immovable force
Knowledge of self. Eternal Souls Clashing
(Build & Destroy) Peace God
heat rises..sun sets...the vets wit the guns atthe church showin some nuns respect..the water runs then drips..match teh same one on his hip...im on a cliff..hangin wit one arm..unarmed..they got they guns drawn..i drop...and in my free fall i musta forgot..i was an angel in my past days..i spread my wings..half dazed..amazed that i didnt crash and lay..yeah..im gettin cash today..im a castaway..heal my body..then unleash my wrath for days..me and my bastard ways..skies grey like them ashtrays .
im skippin class trippin sippin licks wit no glass, dippin wit intuition from six who zipped past.
Looking in the mirror I don't know what I'm staring at/am I even staring in? Or is it something staring back?/
They can't count the hit i took
The time in projects i put
How many times i lost to spit this hook
You learn from mistakes and earn from what you left
Don't let sacrifices dictate yourself
Life ain't easy, but damn i wouldn't sell it when you suceed
Yo, you better still feel me
this beat is likke i'm thrown like a frisbee
real hip hop never die, trust me
#top5deadoralive #jadakiss #realhiphop
can you sned me the link
AYO SUCKAS SEE THESE BARS BE THE TRUEST WHY YALL GOT ME INTO IT/I DROP BOMBS AND TAKE LIVES THROUGH MUSIC/FLIP THE PAGE FROM THE OLD SCRIPT HUSTLE BUNDLES BACK DEALING ON THE WHOLE STRIP/FEINS JUMPING ND BUGGING WORK FOR THEY OWN SNIFF/ALOT WORK ON MY PLATE BUT NIGGA I GOT TIME/THESE HATERS RUNNING WITH THEY HAWKS BUT NIGGA I GOT NINES.......
T Gramz what ya gram big dog we needa work I'll dm you
T Gramz love from the bean 💯
This beat is the truth
Pops thinks his son is deserting him/it’s hurting him/guesss I gotta be the man and sit down work with him/but he the one who turning you savage you use to work with him/and did everything known to man except church wit him/rolled smoked purp wit him/he get high/even put shit in the dirt wit him/letting it fly/y’all lost grandma now the devil inside/and you laying that shit down really wanting to cry/but daddy can’t see no weakness he wiped the soul out his eyes/cuz he know the only way out is when he closing his eyes/.......want the rest let me know
Time goes fast its such in a rush/i chose a porsche coz im trying to go fast/and keep up with time/perhaps, be ahead of time/afford get a little time to chill/im so ile/i probably need some pills/champaigne spills/exotic meals/6digit deals/perhaps im too full of myself/like water im about to spill/
feel it in there chest streets so hot have to walk around with a vest to protect my neck from these vultures turn around these birds fly down south come back up when you hot bring some new niggas around to raid your spot never in a drop confuse these haters when I hop out cause im on top my team WE HERE NEVER GON FLOP