[Intro: Blacastan] Ladies and gentlemen. Brothers and sisters. People all around the world. You're now in the presence of greatness. 'Cause you're now rockin' with the Demigodz. I be your host tonight. I go by the name of Blacastan. And we gon' listen to the gospel. Oh yeah, the gospel according to Celph motherfuckin' Titled / [Verse 1: Celph Titled] The microphone mutilator with bazookas and grenades / In excess and surplus, how effortless words come / Y'all played out like Charlie Sheen t-shirts and coffee mugs / I'm lookin' for Ben Frank so somebody best cough him up / Or I'mma lunch and murder, cookin' ribs on bunsen burners / Lucky I ain't Kentucky Fried so motherfuck the Colonel / Barrel to your sternum, cylinder to your medulla / Canister to your keister / For five stacks I'm willin' to shoot ya / Hit me out of fear and the silhouette appears / The drum magazines that resemble Mickey Mouse ears / Get slapped in the face by the book of God / And tag you on Facebook as a faggot tryna look hard / All you see is the Sig, you ain't seein' the kid / I'll rob a bank with earrings and a Madea wig / Flee to the crib, put the dope in the pot / My gun like my bathroom sink, keep the Scope on the top / [Interlude: Blacastan] You see? You see? Many have come, and many have tried for glory, but none have achieved it. Except the chosen. And that's the Demigodz. You got slaves and martyrs. And then you got the Pharaohs. The gospel according to Planetary / [Verse 2: Planetary] Back when they had Rollie Massimino / I pollied passin' C-notes, rockin' Michael Jack and Tito / Psychopathic evil with a rifle and a needle / And started hatin' people, I don't trust niggas neither / So believe us when we say, the heater's tucked away / Tomorrow, that's tomorrow, I don't give a fuck today / I don't wanna fuck with Dre, I'd rather run with my alliance / If Dre want a verse the motherfucker gotta buy it / I'm better than whoever, put your money where your mouth at / Write the type of panic that could push the whole crowd back / Loud clap, bounce back, I announce that / Man and Demigodz, count that / Pharaoh niggas out back / 20 deep, plenty heat / Not too many beef / Them niggas know how it go when the Henny creep / There's plenty seats you can sit through the horror / Verbal murderer from the criminal authors / [Verse 3: Esoteric] I'm the sickest author, slicker talker, raid your liquor locker / Lick a shot for all the shitty authors I turn into chicken fodder / Prime and proper, bitches grip the cock and it's a shocker / 'Cause it's bigger than Chewbacca / Mount Olympus, it's a monster fam / No atoms, I go at 'em, I can conquer land / Stomp your man, have him Mario Batali on the lamb / I can contraband without protesting 80s arcade games that made these grenades bang / Fuck your lame gang, I got 11 Pits in Hicksville / Five will cuddle, six kill / I'mma Six Million Dollar Man, I got a sick skill so sit still / I know it's tough for you, I'm number one you're number two / Yet I'm still the shit, so what you got a gun or two? / You wouldn't use 'em if a criminal kicked in your door / Raping your wife on the kitchen floor like "Bitch give me more." / Plus your little diss is Swiss, you got no interest in war / You don't click a .44, you say, "click on my store" / Haha / [Segment from the motion picture 'Billy Jack'] [Woman] I just don't want you to go out and commit murder! Please... We'll go some place else, some place where it doesn't have to be like this / [Man] Oh really? Tell me, where is that place? Where is it? In what remote corner of this country, no the entire goddamn planet? Now you tell me where such a place is and I promise you that I'll never hurt another human being as long as I live. Just one place! / [Verse 4: Motive] Them subliminal rhymes can earn you a little casket nap / Put your life on the line I bet I answer that / A broke nigga who rap, I'm flippin' birds on a block / You joke nigga, you the type to spit a verse to a cop / You a dead man walkin', similar to the Crypt-Keeper / Got niggas worked up for nothin' like a dick teaser / Who got you fooled with that high octane? / Now I'm on some bullshit like Luol Deng / My speech is precise so weapons that is lethal are mics / A rebel will make the Devil say "I need Christ in my life" / You a pretender / Cross that line, fuck tryin' to injure, man I end ya / You a fag showin' your gender / It's funny how cats act goon believin' they rap tunes / But they speakin' 'til they leakin' from stab wounds / [Outro: Blacastan] Now consider yourself blessed motherfuckers. Bass drop!
Hei ser du kaller deg for "Thomax Beats", men finner kun remixer eller beats du selv og andre har rappet på. Har du noen beats på lager som man kan lytte litt på?
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I have already listened to this over a thousand times
I've been playing remix vol.8 non stop today. Never cease to amaze me.
Yes
Dope.
Awesome
Relevant until infinity.
Great remix brotha
[Intro: Blacastan]
Ladies and gentlemen. Brothers and sisters. People all around the world. You're now in the presence of greatness. 'Cause you're now rockin' with the Demigodz. I be your host tonight. I go by the name of Blacastan. And we gon' listen to the gospel. Oh yeah, the gospel according to Celph motherfuckin' Titled /
[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
The microphone mutilator with bazookas and grenades /
In excess and surplus, how effortless words come /
Y'all played out like Charlie Sheen t-shirts and coffee mugs /
I'm lookin' for Ben Frank so somebody best cough him up /
Or I'mma lunch and murder, cookin' ribs on bunsen burners /
Lucky I ain't Kentucky Fried so motherfuck the Colonel /
Barrel to your sternum, cylinder to your medulla /
Canister to your keister /
For five stacks I'm willin' to shoot ya /
Hit me out of fear and the silhouette appears /
The drum magazines that resemble Mickey Mouse ears /
Get slapped in the face by the book of God /
And tag you on Facebook as a faggot tryna look hard /
All you see is the Sig, you ain't seein' the kid /
I'll rob a bank with earrings and a Madea wig /
Flee to the crib, put the dope in the pot /
My gun like my bathroom sink, keep the Scope on the top /
[Interlude: Blacastan]
You see? You see? Many have come, and many have tried for glory, but none have achieved it. Except the chosen. And that's the Demigodz. You got slaves and martyrs. And then you got the Pharaohs. The gospel according to Planetary /
[Verse 2: Planetary]
Back when they had Rollie Massimino /
I pollied passin' C-notes, rockin' Michael Jack and Tito /
Psychopathic evil with a rifle and a needle /
And started hatin' people, I don't trust niggas neither /
So believe us when we say, the heater's tucked away /
Tomorrow, that's tomorrow, I don't give a fuck today /
I don't wanna fuck with Dre, I'd rather run with my alliance /
If Dre want a verse the motherfucker gotta buy it /
I'm better than whoever, put your money where your mouth at /
Write the type of panic that could push the whole crowd back /
Loud clap, bounce back, I announce that /
Man and Demigodz, count that /
Pharaoh niggas out back /
20 deep, plenty heat /
Not too many beef /
Them niggas know how it go when the Henny creep /
There's plenty seats you can sit through the horror /
Verbal murderer from the criminal authors /
[Verse 3: Esoteric]
I'm the sickest author, slicker talker, raid your liquor locker /
Lick a shot for all the shitty authors I turn into chicken fodder /
Prime and proper, bitches grip the cock and it's a shocker /
'Cause it's bigger than Chewbacca /
Mount Olympus, it's a monster fam /
No atoms, I go at 'em, I can conquer land /
Stomp your man, have him Mario Batali on the lamb /
I can contraband without protesting 80s arcade games that made these grenades bang /
Fuck your lame gang, I got 11 Pits in Hicksville /
Five will cuddle, six kill /
I'mma Six Million Dollar Man, I got a sick skill so sit still /
I know it's tough for you, I'm number one you're number two /
Yet I'm still the shit, so what you got a gun or two? /
You wouldn't use 'em if a criminal kicked in your door /
Raping your wife on the kitchen floor like "Bitch give me more." /
Plus your little diss is Swiss, you got no interest in war /
You don't click a .44, you say, "click on my store" /
Haha /
[Segment from the motion picture 'Billy Jack']
[Woman] I just don't want you to go out and commit murder! Please... We'll go some place else, some place where it doesn't have to be like this /
[Man] Oh really? Tell me, where is that place? Where is it? In what remote corner of this country, no the entire goddamn planet? Now you tell me where such a place is and I promise you that I'll never hurt another human being as long as I live. Just one place! /
[Verse 4: Motive]
Them subliminal rhymes can earn you a little casket nap /
Put your life on the line I bet I answer that /
A broke nigga who rap, I'm flippin' birds on a block /
You joke nigga, you the type to spit a verse to a cop /
You a dead man walkin', similar to the Crypt-Keeper /
Got niggas worked up for nothin' like a dick teaser /
Who got you fooled with that high octane? /
Now I'm on some bullshit like Luol Deng /
My speech is precise so weapons that is lethal are mics /
A rebel will make the Devil say "I need Christ in my life" /
You a pretender /
Cross that line, fuck tryin' to injure, man I end ya /
You a fag showin' your gender /
It's funny how cats act goon believin' they rap tunes /
But they speakin' 'til they leakin' from stab wounds /
[Outro: Blacastan]
Now consider yourself blessed motherfuckers. Bass drop!
I need some new stuff! This is beautifully dope (OG ap/aotp/dgz stuff is too rough when i'm hung over at 6am). Keep it coming my man, Nice work!
Tumbleweed?
wow that's it just wow again you have done another holy f@#$# amazing job!!!!!
Beautiful
Norwegian GOAT!
This song is so fucking dope
what a genius!
This is excellent
ultimate Beat
This beat reminds of "The river flows within" .... But better!
anywhere else i can download the album? like datpiff?
Hei ser du kaller deg for "Thomax Beats", men finner kun remixer eller beats du selv og andre har rappet på. Har du noen beats på lager som man kan lytte litt på?
Nope, bare det du finner på SoundCloud og Spotify.
PS: Send meg en link hvis du finner noe jeg har rappet på, for det må jeg virkelig høre!
rolf mao
Har du mixet noe mer de siste åra, eller har det vært stille på den fronten?
Apathy is not with 'em? ... Weird ._.
BattleFieldZain I thought the third guy was ap, is he esoteric?
Probably Mixed and Mastered it.
WHO too trustrdio t2
its mostly aotp/outerspace... not really sure why he titled it demigodz.
nor Ryu...
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I'm on my phone till tomorrow cause I was on vacation
Then I can't help you brother.
its mostly aotp/outerspace