Too underrated. People will hate me for this, but i will still say it. Too mutch of people listening to 2pac while there is so many mutch more talented oldschool rap artist (saukrates is one of them) that means they have too little knowlege. thanks!
Moneyminty he didnt say thay you misunderstand. He said there's much more talented artist. Learn how to read bro im not even english and i can see the difference but yes there's more talented artists but anyway I hate comparing artists it aint about competition between them...
One of my favorite storytelling tracks of all time. One of my favorite storytelling artists of all time, in fact. Big Sauk don't get enough recognition
Saukrates) I woke up at noon still aching from the previous Job I had to do last night, shit was serious Got up out my bed, and picked up my pointsetta And put him on the balcony so he could get a Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the Earth Just then I got a call from Pete slash Blinky Jones He said to meet him down a Donny's House of Pork and Bones And bring the little girl, who people knew as Matilda And often, who I say before Gestapo could have killed her Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to Protect my neck, if not mine then big Petey's Dipped in the door so no one could even see me I told Matilda "wait outside for me boo" 'Cause the professional's always confidential, it's true Then Pete said "yo, you know Mikey Budafeuco?" The maf**ker cut my last shipment of bazooko And laced it with soda, so much that you could taste That slimy ????, I'll make him taste paste I said "yo, boss hit me with the source" And his whole family of course, you know what I mean Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do To Mikey Budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew" But that's a no no, the pro only murders solo I almost lost my life working with teams out in SoHo California Beach, we was storming the place Fucked around and almost got buck by Scarface Tony Montana, but that's another story A whole other chapter, check the library Went back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to Chicago, first class section I didn't recognize no one on the plane, this was strange My inside man was no where that I could claim The stewardess was over polite, I wondered why But I didn't give a fuck this trick was mad fly Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom Talking some kind of code something was wrong Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken" Then the back door opened, shit I hear it close and my belt unlock Turn around and there was four maf**kers with glocks Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece And licked two shots leaving four men deceased But how the fuck did two bullets kill four niggas Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured The click, another piece to my head bone Turn around and greet Ms Cleopatra Jones "How ya doing baby? she said, "I'm chill how 'bout you?" "Petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do?" I landed the plane, checked in the hotel Horny like a maf**ker from the ho smell Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in Naked to the pussy, straight up shower fuckin' The walls were shattering with echoes But ain't a question that killing maf**kers ain't my only profession Not after two hours of killing crotch Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed* ** 4 seconds of silence ** It was a mansion on the outskirts of Chicago, I clout Hood went by the name of Mikey Budafeuco didn't like me Ms Jones was around back I took the front gates Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their waist Strolled towards a door, but pizano was like "Yo, who the fuck are you?" then I pulled out my knife Slow, without a whipser or hint of hesitation Made one quick slash and committed decapitation Left the knife in the neck of the man on the left And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew* It didn't take but a second to wait The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle And popped every last one of them sons of bitches Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches Got to the door, which is the right button Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a sudden I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting Mack 10s Backflip under the porch and Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight 'Round my fists, made it quick with very little fight Grabbed the fool on the right and silenced his ass Nigga on the left, a strangle was his death Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap Sucking my barrel like a crack junkie Got through the door and it was straight war Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs Put they family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first A ninja master showing his thirst for my life But little did he know I be trained Akido's my middle name, put his ass to shame Open the next door and out came Kareem Jabbar, a barefoot size seventeen I said "choose your style" and nigga said "ostrich" Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for hostage Swinging his shits with no style at all One swing of my sword left him four feet tall Third door opend slowly only to show Cleopatra getting fuck by Mikey Budafeuco At gunpont the bitch turned straight to Heather Hunter On a steroid, banging this fool like she wants to He didn't know I was there so I moved around the front Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping And pleading with my ass as if it ain't my job To eliminate the families of punks who rob Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional My flight was straight sex in the private jet Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check I'm out *echoed*
the song uses the same sample puff daddy used in "young g's". this album is using a lot of well-known samples, "check for me" for instance sounds a lot like "fu-gee-la" by the fugees. but aight, nothin against that!
I HAD THIS ORIGINAL ALBUM WHEN IT CAME OUT, FU@K PEOPLE BE TALKIN HOW LYRICALLY HARD ALL THESE RAPPERS ARE NOW FUCK THAT !!!!! JUST TAKE A LISTEN . AIN"T MANY BUT A FEW THAT CAN EVEN COME CLOSE TO THIS SKILL
saukrates] I woke up at noon still aching from the previous Job I had to do last night, shit was serious Got up out my bed, and picked up my pointsetta And put him on the balcony so he could get a Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth Just then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones And bring the little girl, who people knew as matilda And often, who I say before gestapo could have killed her Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to Protect my neck, if not mine then big petey's Dipped in the door so no one could even see me I told matilda "wait outside for me boo" 'cause the professional's always confidential, it's true Then pete said "yo, you know mikey budafeuco? " The mafucker cut my last shipment of bazooko And laced it with soda, so much that you could taste That slimy????, I'll make him taste paste I said "yo, boss hit me with the source" And his whole family of course, you know what I mean Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do To mikey budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew" But that's a no no, the pro only murders solo I almost lost my life working with teams out in soho California beach, we was storming the place Fucked around and almost got buck by scarface Tony montana, but that's another story A whole other chapter, check the library Went back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to chicago, first class section I didn't recognize no one on the plane, this was strange My inside man was no where that I could claim The stewardess was over polite, I wondered why But I didn't give a fuck this trick was mad fly Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom Talking some kind of code something was wrong Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken" Then the back door opened, shit I hear it close and my belt unlock Turn around and there was four mafuckers with glocks Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece And licked two shots leaving four men deceased But how the fuck did two bullets kill four niggas Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured The click, another piece to my head bone Turn around and greet ms cleopatra jones "how ya doing baby? she said, "i'm chill how 'bout you? " "petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do? " I landed the plane, checked in the hotel Horny like a mafucker from the ho smell Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in Naked to the pussy, straight up shower fuckin' The walls were shattering with echoes But ain't a question that killing mafuckers ain't my only profession Not after two hours of killing crotch Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed* ** 4 seconds of silence ** It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me Ms jones was around back I took the front gates Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their waist Strolled towards a door, but pizano was like "yo, who the fuck are you? " then I pulled out my knife Slow, without a whipser or hint of hesitation Made one quick slash and committed decapitation Left the knife in the neck of the man on the left And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew* It didn't take but a second to wait The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle And popped every last one of them sons of bitches Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches Got to the door, which is the right button Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a sudden I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s Backflip under the porch and Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight 'round my fists, made it quick with very little fight Grabbed the fool on the right and silenced his ass Nigga on the left, a strangle was his death Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap Sucking my barrel like a crack junkie Got through the door and it was straight war Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs Put they family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first A ninja master showing his thirst for my life But little did he know I be trained Akido's my middle name, put his ass to shame Open the next door and out came kareem Jabbar, a barefoot size seventeen I said "choose your style" and nigga said "ostrich" Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for hostage Swinging his shits with no style at all One swing of my sword left him four feet tall Third door opend slowly only to show Cleopatra getting fuck by mikey budafeuco At gunpont the bitch turned straight to heather hunter On a steroid, banging this fool like she wants to He didn't know I was there so I moved around the front Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping And pleading with my ass as if it ain't my job To eliminate the families of punks who rob Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional My flight was straight sex in the private jet Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check I'm out *echoed*
The Art of Storytelling is a lost art and music you can almost picture a video as you listen to the song I Love It one of my favorite Saukrates songs
Too underrated. People will hate me for this, but i will still say it. Too mutch of people listening to 2pac while there is so many mutch more talented oldschool rap artist (saukrates is one of them) that means they have too little knowlege. thanks!
You was right til u said more talented than Pac.....log off forever
fuck pac
La Libertà for real
D
Moneyminty he didnt say thay you misunderstand. He said there's much more talented artist. Learn how to read bro im not even english and i can see the difference but yes there's more talented artists but anyway I hate comparing artists it aint about competition between them...
Good shit!!! Only Real Gang..! Medellín-Colombia 🇨🇴🇳🇬 represent!
One of my favorite storytelling tracks of all time. One of my favorite storytelling artists of all time, in fact. Big Sauk don't get enough recognition
The best lyricists in hip hop hide very very well inside of social media
The best song I´ve Heard today. I gotta say today was a good day.
how have i just found this, fucking on point
Ditc day one
Saukrates)
I woke up at noon still aching from the previous
Job I had to do last night, shit was serious
Got up out my bed, and picked up my pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the Earth
Just then I got a call from Pete slash Blinky Jones
He said to meet him down a Donny's House of Pork and Bones
And bring the little girl, who people knew as Matilda
And often, who I say before Gestapo could have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine then big Petey's
Dipped in the door so no one could even see me
I told Matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'Cause the professional's always confidential, it's true
Then Pete said "yo, you know Mikey Budafeuco?"
The maf**ker cut my last shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so much that you could taste
That slimy ????, I'll make him taste paste
I said "yo, boss hit me with the source"
And his whole family of course, you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do
To Mikey Budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro only murders solo
I almost lost my life working with teams out in SoHo
California Beach, we was storming the place
Fucked around and almost got buck by Scarface
Tony Montana, but that's another story
A whole other chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys
The next day made my connection, check my directon
My flight to Chicago, first class section
I didn't recognize no one on the plane, this was strange
My inside man was no where that I could claim
The stewardess was over polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a fuck this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom
Talking some kind of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
Then the back door opened, shit
I hear it close and my belt unlock
Turn around and there was four maf**kers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece
And licked two shots leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four niggas
Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another piece to my head bone
Turn around and greet Ms Cleopatra Jones
"How ya doing baby? she said, "I'm chill how 'bout you?"
"Petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do?"
I landed the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a maf**ker from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower fuckin'
The walls were shattering with echoes
But ain't a question that killing maf**kers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed*
** 4 seconds of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of Chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of Mikey Budafeuco didn't like me
Ms Jones was around back I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their waist
Strolled towards a door, but pizano was like
"Yo, who the fuck are you?" then I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or hint of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed decapitation
Left the knife in the neck of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew*
It didn't take but a second to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting Mack 10s
Backflip under the porch and
Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight
'Round my fists, made it quick with very little fight
Grabbed the fool on the right and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my barrel like a crack junkie
Got through the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja master showing his thirst for my life
But little did he know I be trained
Akido's my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out came Kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot size seventeen
I said "choose your style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no style at all
One swing of my sword left him four feet tall
Third door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by Mikey Budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to Heather Hunter
On a steroid, banging this fool like she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I moved around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping
And pleading with my ass as if it ain't my job
To eliminate the families of punks who rob
Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show
Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional
My flight was straight sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out *echoed*
MOST UNDERRATED EVER!!
But little did he know, ive been trained, aikido's my middle name put his ass to shame.
This beats something else!! sticks with you all day.
.
Well that's a proper story was spoken with good flow and dope lyrics. Saukrates da Master
Album cover by Mike Shinoda...only reason I’m here
Same sample as “DITC - Day One”
Just slowed & pitched down
All of this for 50 bucks how awesome is this song man
I love storytelling rap 🎧🎶
That was fire
DITC had this sample on lock with 'day one' but damn this kills it! Killa tune Saukrates
and puff diddy - young g'z
uhhh best shit ive heard in a while. great description of the movie by the same name in the start
Sonando fresco en pleno 11/2020.
Bogota colombia 2018?
Nice and catchy beat
Sounds like the D.I.T.C Day One sample
Grocero
yeah yeah !!!
True! And also Puff Daddy's "Young G's"
doesnt matter who you are listen to this and youre thinking you hard as fuck
Music like puff Daddy younng gs ft. Jay & BIG
Holy shit 🔥🔥🔥
Dope joint
BIG SOCKS IS HERE
ditc day one!!pitched down
Biggie Style
2018 🎶 maldito poser
word to god
the song uses the same sample puff daddy used in "young g's". this album is using a lot of well-known samples, "check for me" for instance sounds a lot like "fu-gee-la" by the fugees. but aight, nothin against that!
Lol! Love this shit! Killed four mofos in mid-air, landed the fuckin plane himself and hit the stewardess!! Legend!
I HAD THIS ORIGINAL ALBUM WHEN IT CAME OUT, FU@K PEOPLE BE TALKIN HOW LYRICALLY HARD ALL THESE RAPPERS ARE NOW FUCK THAT !!!!! JUST TAKE A LISTEN . AIN"T MANY BUT A FEW THAT CAN EVEN COME CLOSE TO THIS SKILL
nice head-nodding beat; sample is oliver sain's 'on the hill'...
@noxiousbig lol i was thinking "why does this sound so familiar?!"
saukrates]
I woke up at noon still aching from the previous
Job I had to do last night, shit was serious
Got up out my bed, and picked up my pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones
He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones
And bring the little girl, who people knew as matilda
And often, who I say before gestapo could have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine then big petey's
Dipped in the door so no one could even see me
I told matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, it's true
Then pete said "yo, you know mikey budafeuco? "
The mafucker cut my last shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so much that you could taste
That slimy????, I'll make him taste paste
I said "yo, boss hit me with the source"
And his whole family of course, you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do
To mikey budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro only murders solo
I almost lost my life working with teams out in soho
California beach, we was storming the place
Fucked around and almost got buck by scarface
Tony montana, but that's another story
A whole other chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys
The next day made my connection, check my directon
My flight to chicago, first class section
I didn't recognize no one on the plane, this was strange
My inside man was no where that I could claim
The stewardess was over polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a fuck this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom
Talking some kind of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me,
my seat belt's broken"
Then the back door opened, shit
I hear it close and my belt unlock
Turn around and there was four mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece
And licked two shots leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four niggas
Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another piece to my head bone
Turn around and greet ms cleopatra jones
"how ya doing baby? she said, "i'm chill how 'bout you? "
"petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do? "
I landed the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower fuckin'
The walls were shattering with echoes
But ain't a question that killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed*
** 4 seconds of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their waist
Strolled towards a door, but pizano was like
"yo, who the fuck are you? " then I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or hint of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed decapitation
Left the knife in the neck of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew*
It didn't take but a second to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s
Backflip under the porch and
Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight
'round my fists, made it quick with very little fight
Grabbed the fool on the right and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my barrel like a crack junkie
Got through the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja master showing his thirst for my life
But little did he know I be trained
Akido's my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out came kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot size seventeen
I said "choose your style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no style at all
One swing of my sword left him four feet tall
Third door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by mikey budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to heather hunter
On a steroid, banging this fool like she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I moved around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping
And pleading with my ass as if it ain't my job
To eliminate the families of punks who rob
Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show
Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional
My flight was straight sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out *echoed*
Sounds like Jeru The Damaja.
Flows like Sean P!
What the fuck🔥🔥🔥
only 100k views in 9 years..frs
Nah man, cocaine.
Re grosero ese tema 2021 fumando yerba
@noxiousbig and method man - dangerous grounds
sounds like jeru
+leica g Big difference. Same type of voice. but the flow is whole another thing.
Ice cube x Jeru
I believed this MC was Jeru.
The voices are similar....
Ditc day one
LordNick23 Young G's- Puff Daddy
Very Good😂
Is it me or does this sound similar to jeru the damajas songs ( its Mr profit )
poor guy
Schwesta ewa HDF 4
known as oldschool...
Pretty sure this track used to be a bit faster....closer to 1.25 speed
Instrumental?
Harry Gedge Saukrates - The Professional
ripe.
How can a song look like another one?? It might sound like another one but I'm sure as fuck it doesn't look like it.
Classic shit
buuuuuuuaaa
Mathilda is 12....just saying
@noxiousbig better lyrics ..