Davide come sta?", me lo hai mai chiesto? Chiama un'ambulanza, frate, fai presto Che il sogno che avevo non è mai questo Mi sveglia, mi prende a calci e poi mi dà il resto 5 di mattina sempre in prima linea In after dalla sera prima, altro che seratina La vita è questa Il mio amico in macchina muove la testa "Alla prossima gira a destra!" I bicchieri sul cruscotto che fanno le onde Durante conversazioni profonde (tipo?) Tipo: "L'ho chiamata e non mi risponde" Ma le donne ci regalano un'altra nottata insonne Rutto, vodka e zenzero, chissà che penserò Se c'ho un punto fisso, ora punto a perderlo Vado dritto in bocca a Cerbero Il mio amico mi dice: "Accelero!" E vai, 120 Sotto gli alberi e i lampioni spenti Una di quelle serate che non rientri Con gli animi freddi Come il ghiaccio dei cubetti Nei vicoli stretti, che usiamo al posto dei letti Senza sonno come Christian Faccio l'equilibrista Su una pozzanghera di Belvedere, in hotel c'è una bella vista Se questo è un noir, sono il protagonista Bianco e nero, ma qua nessuno sa che c'ero Faccio il realizzato, che poi manco è vero La scrivo in modo che ti incanta La rima mia non sembra nessun'altra E' un vestito di marca Metti benzina, che poi andiamo a piedi Intanto ne giro una di Jedi 5 minuti e siamo ready Sì, vai, dancing with the devil! [Strofa 2: Bassi Maestro] Roba da finestrino giù Prende male l'aria in faccia, è quasi l'alba Oggi non rimo più, nah Oggi ti dico "primo tu!" L'animale chiuso in gabbia Lascia tracce già dal primo tour! '97 con i treni, a 27 i palazzetti E la Penisola dal Nord al Sud, già Solo ricordi a 4:2, still nice a 42 Grappa e Whiskey non li reggo più 42 gradi all'ombra nell'autovettura Rap nella Fusion, oggi è fusion sopra un Uno Rap La fronte adesso mi gronda Suono questa nuova bomba '91,'91, fanculo la Trap! La mia Milano chiama, meglio che esco C'è un clima trash, bro, sembra quello di un poliziesco Cammino svelto, sembro un bambino che si è alzato presto Con la faccia da buon pretesto cerco nuove escort Non potrete mai farmi fesso Conosco il commissario, lo incontro e mi dice: "Buongiorno Maestro" Ma in fondo questo è solo un modo per stare a galla Come un altro, volume a palla Sulla mia auto così viaggiamo La nostra musica parla di noi Scusala ancora per ciò Che ha fatto al mio senno del poi Scalo il cambio, quello classico Metto una terza, mi godo Un giro panoramico Nella mia merda Serate fredde tra Milano e Roma Non sono Rick Ross, il mio Dio non perdona L'Hip-Hop lo guido, Daytona Piscio sui blog Ogni artista in Italia ha una maschera, Slipknot! Pane al pane, sono onesto, frà, dal giorno zero Che voglia c'hai, frà? Come chi guarda un porno intero Rincoglionisco le masse come ogni giorno il clero Top Player, No Haters Suono rock (Slayer!)! 22 motivi *clik clak* Ho 45 ragioni *clik clak* Per spararti in faccia Marcio sulla traccia *Bang!* Ero in tour quando la moda rap non era ancora scoppiata La vita è una troia, la tengo bagnata Affamato come i bambini del Biafra Il Robin Hood del quartiere Il Che Guevara della strada Obama vestito Kilo, Osama Ma era meno armato di me quando rimo "Oh, Mama!" Rap grasso, Costanzo Fumo, Seth Rogen Se la droga fosse musica sono Beethoven Due ragazze brasiliane su un Range Rover Faccio un concerto sulla pussy, ma prima le prove La mia china è medicina Metti 'sta ragazzina a pecorina È a novanta ma sono le nove Non mi volevano nella vetrina Ora tutti quanti stanno in fila e io sono in cima al Totem
livin in the madness smokin on tha catpiss sneakin off of campus writing on my canvas feeling like im stranded on a different planet i just cant stand it 2021 how shit done changed aint nothing the same
Im Dimmer than each Glimmer in its Inner Lobe.... Thinner than each Sliver on the Winter Rose... It Isn't Cold but it Is Alone... That's Intrinsic for the Conditions to Begin a Home... We're Inventors Attempting to Lift The Globe... With Domes we'd Roam but in the End we Didn't Grow...
This beat has a shitload of views, sure, but how many people actually peeped the album this shit came from? Grim should be eating more than he is now for the shit he's been through and the work he put in!
Dancing With The Devil Gemitaiz “Dancing With The Devil” è la nona traccia del mixtape “Quello che Vi Consiglio Vol.6” del rapper…read more » DANCING WITH THE DEVIL LYRICS [Strofa 1: Gemitaiz] "Davide come sta?", me lo hai mai chiesto? Chiama un'ambulanza, frate, fai presto Che il sogno che avevo non è mai questo Mi sveglia, mi prende a calci e poi mi dà il resto 5 di mattina sempre in prima linea In after dalla sera prima, altro che seratina La vita è questa Il mio amico in macchina muove la testa "Alla prossima gira a destra!" I bicchieri sul cruscotto che fanno le onde Durante conversazioni profonde (tipo?) Tipo: "L'ho chiamata e non mi risponde" Ma le donne ci regalano un'altra nottata insonne Rutto, vodka e zenzero, chissà che penserò Se c'ho un punto fisso, ora punto a perderlo Vado dritto in bocca a Cerbero Il mio amico mi dice: "Accelero!" E vai, 120 Sotto gli alberi e i lampioni spenti Una di quelle serate che non rientri Con gli animi freddi Come il ghiaccio dei cubetti Nei vicoli stretti, che usiamo al posto dei letti Senza sonno come Christian Faccio l'equilibrista Su una pozzanghera di Belvedere, in hotel c'è una bella vista Se questo è un noir, sono il protagonista Bianco e nero, ma qua nessuno sa che c'ero Faccio il realizzato, che poi manco è vero La scrivo in modo che ti incanta La rima mia non sembra nessun'altra E' un vestito di marca Metti benzina, che poi andiamo a piedi Intanto ne giro una di Jedi 5 minuti e siamo ready Sì, vai, dancing with the devil! [Strofa 2: Bassi Maestro] Roba da finestrino giù Prende male l'aria in faccia, è quasi l'alba Oggi non rimo più, nah Oggi ti dico "primo tu!" L'animale chiuso in gabbia lascia tracce già dal primo tour! '97 con i treni, a 27 i palazzetti E la Penisola dal Nord al Sud, già Solo ricordi a 4:2, still nice a 42 Grappa e Whiskey non li reggo più 42 gradi all'ombra nell'autovettura Rap nella Fusion, oggi è fusion sopra un Uno Rap La fronte adesso mi gronda Suono questa nuova bomba '91,'91, fanculo la Trap! La mia Milano chiama, meglio che esco C'è un clima trash, bro, sembra quello di un poliziesco Cammino svelto, sembro un bambino che si è alzato presto Con la faccia da buon pretesto cerco nuove escort Non potrete mai farmi fesso Conosco il commissario, lo incontro e mi dice: "Buongiorno Maestro" Ma in fondo questo è solo un modo per stare a galla Come un altro, volume a palla Sulla mia auto così viaggiamo La nostra musica parla di noi Scusala ancora per ciò che ha fatto al mio senno del poi Scalo il cambio, quello classico Metto una terza, mi godo un giro panoramico Nella mia merda [Strofa 3: Mondo Marcio] Serate fredde tra Milano e Roma Non sono Rick Ross, il mio Dio non perdona L'Hip-Hop lo guido, Daytona Piscio sui blog Ogni artista in Italia ha una maschera, Slipknot! Pane al pane, sono onesto, frà, dal giorno zero Che voglia c'hai, frà? Come chi guarda un porno intero Rincoglionisco le masse come ogni giorno il clero Top Player, No Haters Suono rock (Slayer!)! 22 motivi *clik clak* Ho 45 ragioni *clik clak* Per spararti in faccia Marcio sulla traccia *Bang!* Ero in tour quando la moda rap non era ancora scoppiata La vita è una troia, la tengo bagnata Affamato come i bambini del Biafra Il Robin Hood del quartiere Il Che Guevara della strada Obama vestito Kilo, Osama Ma era meno armato di me quando rimo "Oh, Mama!" Rap grasso, Costanzo Fumo, Seth Rogen Se la droga fosse musica sono Beethoven Due ragazze brasiliane su un Range Rover Faccio un concerto sulla pussy, ma prima le prove La mia china è medicina Metti 'sta ragazzina a pecorina È a novanta ma sono le nove Non mi volevano nella vetrina Ora tutti quanti stanno in fila e io sono in cima al Totem
the beats so mellow, like we sittin' on the moon, more chilled than getting high and watching cartoons, try the shrooms, youll feel real high, the beat never lies, lifes a surprise.
"eu respeito quem respeita essa cena underground , respeita quem respeita essa roda cultural, respeito o que manda bem tambem o que manda mal, só não respeito o cara que se acha só por que foi pro nacional." Leozin foda kkkkk
Me to just chiling do you feel what i feel it is relax just relax just right now again just relax my Friend, like that for whole day no another way same way relax ALL DAY ! DIGI DIGI BABY WAY !
Now I ain't trying to be the King, but Poker's my Case I'll be going all in with clubs, because I'm Bold as the Spades. And if that heart's your thing, while I'm Holding the Ace. Then I'm stealing ya Queen, Jack. Now that's Lowering Stakes. You alone in hell, ock? Well I'm by the Glorious Gates Only problem is, that they're not Golden or Graced I fell from the stairway and out of Lordly Embrace. Cast in this hell on earth, Bordering Space.
Im a spiritual lyrical individual spiritual miracle lyrical individual spiritual miracle individual skippa da flippa da skippi da flippi da illest da killest im tha realest of the realest!
+Qoyn :D I don't give a fuck I stab a doll name chuck I was drunk and crunk skunked at a nazi underground bunk,roasting a Zionist Jew topped with bob Marley funk 8 replaced hearts and Rothschild is still a living shit of lump
As you uncover life's worth revolve around the earth minerals dissolve multiply and create a new birth witness a miracle, your soul become whole spiritual and introduce the lyrical, supersonic sound profound and unhearable But for every action there are consequences known well by the cons hoppin over fences you know what suspense is? if you don't I wont even have to describe your denseness so senseless, I meant this, because its goin down farther than memphis
I'm the definition of static, Had a vision but I canned it Chose cigarettes and fiction to manage what i was handed My silhouette casted on the backside of my habits The winners get the interests, the rest we get to cast it My life soon to vanish as i'm branded by the mighty Fighting off madness till its ravaging my psyche Stuck between what's happened and, whatever it might be Either i'm rapping or in a casket, whichever's more likely Either way i'm feeling trapped, with life going by fast Teeth biting the hash, every week rolling up grass Wake up in the morning pray its time to hit the flask If it's not i hit the sack and wait for another day to pass
Your rhyme's are like war crimes/I'll tell you more times/that we all live in poor times/ ill make o.d on fluoride/death comes and we know your tryna hide/the only way out is cyanide/disintegration/you cry from nice words/because you know deep down its miss information
Shit, might as well jump in for the hell of it. As a kid, learned sin was irrelevant. Even then, back in days of development, See within the dark space we enveloped in. Creepin in, through time, yeah it's prevalent. Invadings minds, mainstream's malevolent. Thinkin it's fine, your wise and intelligent. Think again, or demise is eminent. Through eyes, I see lies, it's evident. That man kind can't settle for sediment. Takin lives, for the metals and elements. You'll find my knife in the heart of arrogance. Realize mine's giving off resonance. See inside, that it's time, embellish it. Within the rhymes, soakin in benevolence. Know what's right, I'm definin excellence.
Everyday is just the same; but different to the conscious… With a mind drifting insane, I’m vivid in my harness. If time is linear, it’s infinitely processed. So I can’t help but count seconds while I’m emptying this carcass. A dream is a figment of hope, as I’m just a figment of dope. And every other aspect of life fits as we live on the rope. Pictures in scope, is all I see reflected in eyes. As these broken records aimlessly venture demise.
I flow so sloppily / nobody stopin' me / I write down these rhymes to escape the monotony It's gett'n hard to follow me / I'm paranoid, pardon me / No cars parked in my garage is an armory / Award winning nominee / Bad Carmas' on to me / Do so much dirt cops in over-alls farming me / I'm doper than a pharmacy / Strong arm robbery any emcee that disagree and tries diss'n me / Will sleep with fishes tonight, somewhere watery The way I find the flow you would think I know augury My two best friends now / are rhythm and harmony Siamese twin style / Hip-Hops a part of me I'm high if I say pardon me / more than once, pardon me The beat is like a heart and my bars are just the arteries .- Morse Code
Everybody DEALS differently / you come with it/ MINUS JOKERS from the DECK / MULTIPLYING the best / and that aint even the SUM of it/ Im just needing just some of it/ unDIVIDED /attention / The POWER OF 2/ is EXPONENTIALLY different / now whatever you do from here on. I'm involved/ your ADDITION made a DIFFERENCE/ PROBLEM SOlVED / -Aris P
rap practice 1.) bring up random beat on youtube 2.)bring up creativitygames random word generator 3.) scroll down you newsfeed spitting shit talk about everyone on your facebook feed over random beat, using the generated random words 4.) repeat soon you will be murdering ciphers
Born loud, and through trials i was taught to turn down. Like the silence my mental was still fragile. To be ample was a hassle, and all to often i was met at the gavel. But among the travel between tragic and magic my mind would soon unravel a sample of agile passion, and soon to crash again. Is it a life full of lies and sin, am i soon to realize again, that everything i know is expirinn. Insane, how you would expect me to sustain while i simultaneously obtain. All atop the tower of pain. Inhumane, how you walk around in plastic coated shame, unable to be read, hiding your mental strain. We've all been judged but by who? And who does it concern? You dont like the way i burn? Then i suggest you take the time to invest some interest in saving breath. Cause your O particles fall short of the chest. Arrest on request, the minds of un welcomed guests and straight to the mental test. If i remain unimpressed, theres no protest your time is repossessed. So I can reinvest, in mine. Im self professed, this is a badge at best. Before birth I was blessed, unaddressed of my will to be stressed. I progress at rest, onward to ingest your words, to dissect your world, to infect preferred, what I project infesting heard. Take the slurred line and reword define. My reward, confine, assign and disinclined to trust that its fine. The alpha test is over now as is your life. Thats the way of the beast when you grab the mic. Unable to feast my bars tonight. Just close your eyes knight, theres no light insight, you have no right to write. No will to fight this lyrical frost bite, its too late to ignite. Thats why i stay loud, enhanced foresight, habitually in flight. I can simply symbolize into your third eye that the line between truth and lies is although subtle at times a ribbon of ignorance to be put simplest my poerty and rythm yields deadly cataclysms never been afraid to fly I'm too strange to live and to rare to die. Living betwixt ignorance and bliss I spit philosophy and diffuse your moral compass like socrates with a magnet and I break bad habits on that hiesenberg status. Stuck in odd time signatures I remain, ligature marks of pain stain the surface of skin saturated in time elevating the mind until all physical mass intertwines one collective thought but not devine And its fine, no luxuries define, what makes us sublime. Im in the middle of my prime climb. You may be at the top, that leaves no room for prospect. You're the subject of my complex logic, and yes the process leaves no product. Critical mass to no content, its the jewel in my crown concept, do you get it yet? If I were to go solar and lets say you are pulsar, highly magnetized a radioactive spittin star. That makes me quasar. powered by, snackin on your bars. Regards to your chars, your bars got you barred. Got you cornered in your own yard. Im on guard and im goin in hard. You burn bridges but can't swim and judge yourself on a scale of 9 to 10 while I combust oxygen and spark thoughts of creativity and spark thoughts away of negativity turn flowers to ashes till I wamble and stumble awaiting the day your pedestal crumbles to rubbles under thunder evoked by written lightining worried about benjamins below my kitestring a tempest in writing a brainstorm if you will I'm in a corrupt matrix and I took both pills. I stay nauseated so I can spit ill
i see people writing raps to beats theres a private on facebook called battle scars where you post beats and write to them its getting bigger and emcees and writers like myself dig it.
Fluent, but truent, i do this, music, for the students, looking stupid, acting stupid, if the dreams are lucid, then you being a nuisance, kinda of clueless, to the situation. you ain't intimidating, just frustrating, and awaiting, some form of death, i swarm and infest, like wasps through yo set, with that older dialect, that you gotta respect, 2014, i'm importing, important, sources, and styles you can rejoice with, something new in the mixture, not another faker, not another imitator, looking for the paper, just for recognition, whats the definition, of intuition?, you are expecting some kind of intermission?, nah, just listen, as i break down more and more, you can't afford, to snore, get bored, or war, is on, I bomb, stay calm, I harm, the infantry, all the way to the embassy, remember me? the delivery of the century, the one worth mentioning, while the rest are shriveling, sizzling, injuring, in conflicts, i use chronic, fuck an antibiotic product, i use my conscience - ANDREW
Damn bto. I usually read over ppls youtube comment verses (as a rapper myself) and think that the vast majority is whack af but that was a dope ass verse real talk
Lickedy split. Here comes the hit. Finally something that is proud of me, nor fatherly or motherly/ just this substance inside of me. Insanity paraphernalia making shame of ya. A time relapse as the happening happs to have happened before accompanied with the feeling of the cold tiled floor locked away behind a bolt locked door. Lickedy split. My brain takes a shit and pus filled grit spills from my lip, pushed over the tip into a void of uncharted madness. People push forever but only a select few have this. A smug sense of gladness with a lazy eye, I reckon if I tried I could probably fly, walk to the cliffs end and give it a go. Fall to my quick send and quickly lose hold.
My mind opens as the shine of lyrics are spoken, Your time is up as the scriuptures are wroten, the mixtures are broken, the fumes held in the spliff smoken a swift motion, the creatues are moapin, appocalyps explosion, sliced esophogus with blood soakin, i may be smilin but i aint joking, in these realms im forced to be cloaking, to escape is what im hopin, seems like death is the only token, i grab the noose and try chokin, but its far from tru desire, my body tells me yes my mind says im a liar, my brain held in fire, it screams with echoes like a murdered quire, then converted to words and energy like the messiah, my entire perseception embraces deception, then races to the smith wesson, put it to my head and begin restin, this life is a testin, so count your blessins,
Atliens, you not even the dopest, my flow is creeping and mo' swift, i wrote this, so quote it, i'm chosen, and rising, devising, my plans like a tyrant, i shift climates, from sick rhyming, and perfect timing, above average, savage, tip of the axis, nobody surpasses. shit takes practice, rappings now a habit, i jump in and attack shit, move like you drafted, you know my sick craft is, filled with wit, my gift, to spit, will uplift, the stage, i cause the rage, like a tiger in a cage, i flare, and compare, to the stratosphere, of our atmosphere, reflections and mirrors, i ain't detectin' a career, is near, for you one beer, rising to occasions, support of all races, faceless, and tasteless, waste is, aiming, we need patience, to paint this, painting, shits amazing
trapped in a focus I notice the beauty of a lotus,pen to pad how i wrote this,-the dopest who spoke this leave you feelin hopeless, like if the cathlics were popeless, i awoke with a motif to spit explsoives, at the sercrets in the vatican, E.Ts up to bat again, i can see why u mad at him, its sad its been a swing with no luck, mustst have been the wind when it struck, but on the next yall better duck, heads down close your mouth dont wanna hear a quack or a cluck, cuz you niggas wack and you suck, played your track and i just scream fuck this shit blows like the dust, like hoes you dont trust, must have been in a miss conceptiopn, aiming your lyrics in the wrong direcetion, biological disease i rap infection do u have the detection, to see the illest selection of rhymes and lines, twists minds like vines, going back time when rappers still raped about crime and the struggle, the time to spit was the time to rebuddle, weather it was rough or it was suddle, drops of blood or tears into the puddle, while the team gathers in a huddle, this is the real rap spirit, but on the modern day tracks i dont hear it, maybe i have to be more near it, like the heart does, but the shark was puttin out where the spark was, to let in wqhere the darek was, so u couldnt see where the mark was, and i dont have to say what mark this is, the mark that puts a nigga from spittin in the park to a business, your a witness to a nigga ascenention onle= how to spit this, shit this is preaty wicked every kid that listen to the sickest, makes them fidget, if you inquisit earth this is my first visit, spit it now they callin me a wizard, in antartica and spit it a blizzard, turn cold blooded like a lizard, he a alien or what is it, is it just some diss shit, run cuz this is turnin viscous almost took the mnic and bit it, suspicioues with thge beat when he hit this, with the sledge hammer bars and gramma put you in the slamma, its this lyrical fitness, hannah montana has forgivness, she was chidlish and not very widlish, so we had to upgrade and update, up pay and up the state, and prepare them for this shit, that snake hiss shit, being famous is on everyones wishlist, cookies crumble just like a biscuit, if your fisherman then fish iut, scale it and dish it add some sauce and whisk it, rappers should listen how to diss shit, this is your lesson dont miss shit, i bet you wish it could be eaiser, get yours bones a little meatier, while these lyricvs are meetin ya, spittin in your face not greetin ya treetin ya like a bitcvh, same thing in the pioneers that did to a witch, or the way niggas treet a snitch, kicked out the clique with your eye lids slit, cuz this rap shit you would never fit in the puzzle, you would be the one rapping wearing a muzzle, thats when i come along rap about your struggle, look at this male his face lookin pale, tried the rap exam but he failed, tatle tailed and got railed, so he drops some verses and mailed it across the ocean and sailed it, the contractor picked it up and nailed it, to the coffin so every time he rap he caughin and weeziun, pleedin for a way to escape the prison, cuz hes filled with evil visions, took over his body a deep intuition, was written but now is hidden shouldnt have takjen this expedition, you would never win it so take the wheel of fortune and spin it, thats it your finished
in humble silence lies the gold On his shoulder getting colder In the vacant eyes of the beholder A two room black hole hotel Keys sold to those who glow so well He can't tell he sold himself Vision is wealth Poverty manifests Now he's a blind peasant at best Unpleasantly blessed
Frenchies are here ?? Les yeux vitreux, mes journées sont rythmé par le vice la vie me fout la mort mais la mort se fous de mon avis, mes mots arrivent sans que ma mémoire n’agissent, Bande de rat nagés dans votre avarice, Maladif les gosses ne font plus la diff entre la thune et la qualité, ils prônent le bif et les voix vo codé, on a beaux vociférer notre art se fait maltraité, entre deux plateaux télé le rap est le médias de la haine, mais on reste debout en encaissent les coups que l’on nous assènes, et les cliché auquel on nous assigne, paroles assassine mais sans sang , ma révolte est pacifique je suis fière d’être un sans dent, je n’espère pas une notoriété ascendante mais continuer à râler sans censure, n’est-ce pas censé être juste, ou juste sans être autorisé , tout ça semble bête pour vos cerveaux lobotomisé, misé tout sur le loto pour avoir une chance de vous hisser ; c’est ce que l’on nomme la réussite qui qui ne dépend plus que des fonds économique ma visions est un poil pessimiste mais pas loin de la réalité, quand tu vois que les pauvres crève de faim tandis les bourges meurt d’obésité,
Devant cette page blanche il faut j’ Commence c’est comme ca que j’me lance les 3 première lignes viennent tranquilles après c’est le style qui fait couler les sentiments pour que je fasse kiffer les gens mais la skuuff me rend trop lent j’ai du mal a en rire du fait qu’jai bsoin d’ 3 pilon pour m’coucher pas bsoin d’en dire long pour pas douter J’inspire entre mes doigts c’est comme une mort aux rats sauf que le rats c’est toi et que la mort est bonne et dans ma bouche s’affole mes papilles gustative au contact de la buddha Cheese. rouler un joint ca m’rend serein mais quand j’le fume ma tête j’consume après normal j’assume mais bon j’ai un peu l’aire d’un con au fond de ma maison volet fermés pensées grippées faut s’agriper pour pas tombé dans les limbes du vo cèr j’continue j’mévissair rien a faire de vos Ser Ment mon cerveau j’men sert quand j’en ai envie et puis sinon tans pis un rythme a cadences variable ma musique et mon coeur s’embrasses et jamais tu t’en lace, l’auditeur est en phase et moi en face j’épouse ses basses je fait main basse sur toutes ces phases du rap cé franc accélère là c’est lent et chancelant le long de cette chanson c’est comme une discussion entre moi et l’action putin je tourne en rond donc j’allume a la télé j’ai trop déconné a force de coler mes cones et de fumer ces boze j’ai fini par m’poséMa tête est lente puis elle s’exite en quete de langues et de sexe vite se rmettre debout et posé s’bout d’chit faut reflechire avant d’en rrouler un jvais réagir mais la encore jsuis bien c’est sur demain jsrai pas serein chez moi c’est surtout le matin regarde ma tête de chagrin regarde mes pied je marche pas bien en vérité j’ai l’air vilain c’est la galère du somnifère naturel j’aimerai me taire mais la nature est bien trop belle quoi qu’il en soit maintenant j’avance a petit pas vers mes résolution une solution casser mes frustration avec le son c’est dvenue une pulsion comme la pression au bout des doigts que tu geta tu t’en lasse pas laisser sa trace c’est addictif et si en plus t’es productif c’est tout benef pour toi tu vois ? je crois enfin en moi ! j’ouvre les yeux sur mon plein potentiel mon séquentiel n’est pas fini et au d »ssus du soleil j’apercois l’infini
,but regardless of the depths that we reach it's difficult to glance at the words and read between the lines here's another peice of mine.greatkills23 he can ryhme,nomad of the 07 he can rep it,the Mf beat is dam best,a fucking grand hit,uploaded by the man SSliff...
Oh baby lets work and I love to dance all day long but can't see me too oh oh get it baby yeah yeah ok let me show you what I do cuz I do it for you CUZ I love you too yeah yeah yeah oh yeah yeah let let do it to I be with you you know that's what I do do to do do.
So real, salimos del barrio, bro, so pimp, vos gil Haciéndote el bueno por dos hits No vi, los tags de tu crew por aquí Nos vi', acá no hay respeto a tu team, es así Creado por los grandes, dope kids, dopping Te quiebra tu mierda, panflín Como el Frane es siempre hable por mí Siempre te dije que si fingen, la ficha salta al fin Y es así, por eso me mantengo clean Sin fingir, sin bardear ni hablar por ahí Es que un pibe como yo solo sabe fluir Nah, no sabe de estructuras, solo sabe skills, yeah Nos lo pusieron jodido Brother, ¿me entendés lo que digo? Tengo un sueño no duermo, lo persigo Y cuando me estoy por dormir me despiertan mis amigos (Ah, ah) Si, nunca la quedo, soy 24/7 Me quedo en casa al pedo preparándote un paquete Algo nuevo pa' que mueva el ojete Y te lo regalo en un paquete, en un paquete (Jaja) Pa' que te sientas bien, pa' que lo huelas (Ah) Pa' que te muerdas, friend, fuerte las muela' De la bronca que coloca lo que escupa mi boca Pa' que a los hater' les duela Welcome to my game, I have to write my name To' esta jodido aquí, haters want my death No, never bitch Ya no se gasten que Juego sucio y no me ensucio, keep it clean Welcome to my game, marihuana, haze Fronteras haters sí, putas it's on the brain Algunos días no tengo ni un pe' Pero nunca falta el vino, no vendo mi pensamiento Sigo al cien por ciento, pensando mis maniobras Pa' hacerlo perfecto pa' Decían que no tenia talento pa' Rimar y ahora se fuman conciertos Partiéndolos estoy, desde ya hace un tiempo Demostrando con mi equipo que to' el barrio es nuestro Gangsta' shit, don't stop, nunca quietos My crew rude boy' chetos, netos Dándote el sandwich completo Esta mierda es mía por que yo soy quién la invento Dicen que no es underground Que odian mis trap pero give me un classic beat, te lo reviento hey haters my name is Neo Pistéa, you do know look for my enemi' Hey haters my name is Neo Pistea, no lo olvides, attention please Ah Attention please Yeah, yeah My name i-is Where? Neo Pistea You do yo dou know look for my enemies Yeah, attention please
0:11 - 2:55 Yo no hinco el codo, me han quedado como cinco. No soy feliz del todo, pero entre el lodo brinco. Y por culpa de un mundo que vendehumo, Lo que consumo me consume así te lo resumo. El aire ya está contaminado así que fumo y hago nubes de humo, lo perfumo. Estoy harto ya de barrer pa dentro, miento si digo que digo lo que siento. Se para la luna menguante ante tu figura aullante, separa una emoción del arte, siento devoción solo con poder tocarte, antes que el tiempo se gaste haz de mí un desastre. El sastre confecciona frases, hace eses entre flashes, fuma hash es con lo que se evade porque esas heces no le valen. Van de vendavales, mejor que vendan vales, que aprendan a rimar sin tirar rimas banales. Tienes dones, a saber cuáles? Reflexiona, vas a ver cuánto vales, Suben la marea, nos tienen sin correa, pero con bozales Somos tan diferentes que solo tu corazón hace por entenderme cuando yo tengo razón. Yo soy un sol sostenido, tú un bemol. Yo la noche oscura y tú el sol. Yo sobre tus brazos sostenido, no tiene sentido, se me para el mundo y hasta aturdo al girasol. Cupido es temido por ser zurdo, que burdo rumor. Hay algo más absurdo que la vida, el amor, Y el odio que algunos sienten entre dientes, sin razón ni motivo, vivo con decepción. Te mido por tus actos y careces de valor. me parece que el ocaso llega en forma de farol. Él solo tiene la llama y yo la llave para amar, a manos que arañan no debes acariciar, no te debes acercar a quien se hace de rogar, eres la amargada margarita en el jarrón del bar. Yo no quiero vivir en cautividad, quiero ser el jazmín en el jardín de la ciudad. Acabo escuchando Jazz otra vez y escribiendo viendo el mar como Charles Baudeleire. Tengo cosas dentro que no puedo contener, igual que mierda en la Tierra que quieren ensordecer. Es placer complacer mi sed de dejar mi ser, y volar a solas pa dejarme ser. No se ven mis dramas con el OCB, míralo, tirado en la cama otra vez, pero sobresalgo como Doncic en la ACB, vive con empeño pa no ser otro NPC. Yo que sé, yo escuchaba KRS, Tú vas de Tupac pero tu rap na que ver. Extraño mi ambición pero antaño tenía sueños que se despeñaron y dejé hecho trizas. Quizás se marcharon con mis cenizas e izan anclas y en otras cabezas aterrizan. Vuelan las palomas, mas los palos no cesan, las ovejas balan y las balas vejan, las malas almas no nos dejan tener alas y reflejan la destreza con la que nos acorralan. La parca deja marcas y es la última en callar, la barca va a encallar pero no para aparcar, la guadaña va a abarcar todo el agua y va a dañar, inertes yacen ya en la amarga mar. Dejo mi habitación medio desordenada, Hoy he hecho la cama, que es mejor que nada.
it's back to my normality slapboxing with reality real is in actuality all up to one's mentality I'm reversing the polarity traversing so called sanity a place with no space for vanity the true nature of humanity
this just one of those beats you always come back to...
but that's because life is a beat
and we are the beatmakers.
Its really just catchy
oh man i think i will be chillin to this beat for the rest of my life
Still doing it dude?
@@dani-fl5gc well if he died shortly after writing the comment, then the statement is technically correct. (The best type of correct)
yeah are you still going??
yo u still chillin?
I think..he did it
i am in love with this beat...
So using this for my mixtape. Props and mad respect to Grimm and his producer.
Yo I'm the Cream.
The cream of the crop.
Mom just told me to stfu.
So now I must stop.
Davide come sta?", me lo hai mai chiesto?
Chiama un'ambulanza, frate, fai presto
Che il sogno che avevo non è mai questo
Mi sveglia, mi prende a calci e poi mi dà il resto
5 di mattina sempre in prima linea
In after dalla sera prima, altro che seratina
La vita è questa
Il mio amico in macchina muove la testa
"Alla prossima gira a destra!"
I bicchieri sul cruscotto che fanno le onde
Durante conversazioni profonde (tipo?)
Tipo: "L'ho chiamata e non mi risponde"
Ma le donne ci regalano un'altra nottata insonne
Rutto, vodka e zenzero, chissà che penserò
Se c'ho un punto fisso, ora punto a perderlo
Vado dritto in bocca a Cerbero
Il mio amico mi dice: "Accelero!"
E vai, 120
Sotto gli alberi e i lampioni spenti
Una di quelle serate che non rientri
Con gli animi freddi
Come il ghiaccio dei cubetti
Nei vicoli stretti, che usiamo al posto dei letti
Senza sonno come Christian
Faccio l'equilibrista
Su una pozzanghera di Belvedere, in hotel c'è una bella vista
Se questo è un noir, sono il protagonista
Bianco e nero, ma qua nessuno sa che c'ero
Faccio il realizzato, che poi manco è vero
La scrivo in modo che ti incanta
La rima mia non sembra nessun'altra
E' un vestito di marca
Metti benzina, che poi andiamo a piedi
Intanto ne giro una di Jedi
5 minuti e siamo ready
Sì, vai, dancing with the devil!
[Strofa 2: Bassi Maestro]
Roba da finestrino giù
Prende male l'aria in faccia, è quasi l'alba
Oggi non rimo più, nah
Oggi ti dico "primo tu!"
L'animale chiuso in gabbia
Lascia tracce già dal primo tour!
'97 con i treni, a 27 i palazzetti
E la Penisola dal Nord al Sud, già
Solo ricordi a 4:2, still nice a 42
Grappa e Whiskey non li reggo più
42 gradi all'ombra nell'autovettura
Rap nella Fusion, oggi è fusion sopra un Uno Rap
La fronte adesso mi gronda
Suono questa nuova bomba
'91,'91, fanculo la Trap!
La mia Milano chiama, meglio che esco
C'è un clima trash, bro, sembra quello di un poliziesco
Cammino svelto, sembro un bambino che si è alzato presto
Con la faccia da buon pretesto cerco nuove escort
Non potrete mai farmi fesso
Conosco il commissario, lo incontro e mi dice: "Buongiorno Maestro"
Ma in fondo questo è solo un modo per stare a galla
Come un altro, volume a palla
Sulla mia auto così viaggiamo
La nostra musica parla di noi
Scusala ancora per ciò
Che ha fatto al mio senno del poi
Scalo il cambio, quello classico
Metto una terza, mi godo
Un giro panoramico
Nella mia merda
Serate fredde tra Milano e Roma
Non sono Rick Ross, il mio Dio non perdona
L'Hip-Hop lo guido, Daytona
Piscio sui blog
Ogni artista in Italia ha una maschera, Slipknot!
Pane al pane, sono onesto, frà, dal giorno zero
Che voglia c'hai, frà? Come chi guarda un porno intero
Rincoglionisco le masse come ogni giorno il clero
Top Player, No Haters
Suono rock (Slayer!)!
22 motivi *clik clak*
Ho 45 ragioni *clik clak*
Per spararti in faccia
Marcio sulla traccia *Bang!*
Ero in tour quando la moda rap non era ancora scoppiata
La vita è una troia, la tengo bagnata
Affamato come i bambini del Biafra
Il Robin Hood del quartiere
Il Che Guevara della strada
Obama vestito Kilo, Osama
Ma era meno armato di me quando rimo "Oh, Mama!"
Rap grasso, Costanzo
Fumo, Seth Rogen
Se la droga fosse musica sono Beethoven
Due ragazze brasiliane su un Range Rover
Faccio un concerto sulla pussy, ma prima le prove
La mia china è medicina
Metti 'sta ragazzina a pecorina
È a novanta ma sono le nove
Non mi volevano nella vetrina
Ora tutti quanti stanno in fila e io sono in cima al Totem
Ila
Spakka
I'm gonna assume that was the most fire verse I ever laid eyes upon
I'll hit you back when I stop procrastinating on learning Spanish
@@TheNinja94ait's italian
livin in the madness smokin on tha catpiss sneakin off of campus writing on my canvas feeling like im stranded on a different planet i just cant stand it 2021 how shit done changed aint nothing the same
***** tha catpiss
David Sanchez catpiss shwagg
Jonathan linares how did this get 11 likes???
wtf
+Chris Foolish Have yu ever smoked catpiss?
+JDM Yo (killabeez) nah bro only got good weed here
Im Dimmer than each Glimmer in its Inner Lobe....
Thinner than each Sliver on the Winter Rose...
It Isn't Cold but it Is Alone...
That's Intrinsic for the Conditions to Begin a Home...
We're Inventors Attempting to Lift The Globe...
With Domes we'd Roam but in the End we Didn't Grow...
Karnales karnalitos ya llego cosmic su poketuber favorito 😊
Yea what he said
@@dlm9293 homies homies Cosmic your favorite poketuber has arrived
Chillest beat ever made straight up.
one of the illest samples ive ever heard in my life
This steady beat is tasty & that cover looks scrumptious.
Being hella brash is the swag bruh
Sitting back and I'm getting ass in Nebraska
watson bodies this
Kosovo is albania
This beat is so good honestly
Video is 4:20 minutes long, uploader has weed as his profile picture.
+TheMillimil Illuminati confirmed.
+TheMillimil and his names spliffer
LIT confirmed
What a troll.
Illuminati confirmed.
dopest one i read through all these verses posted!
bill and rav killed this one
Rest in peace Godfather!
The father with no sons and no daughters ! MF DOOM! You the best!
this is MF GRIMM not DOOM
@Takumi Fujiwara Doctor Doom
lol
The MF family better be canonized upon their deaths. Their songs have dug me out of low places more times than I can count.
Best beat I heard in ages man
"Só que nós dois fui pro Nacional, escuta o Free, eu fui pra rimar, e você pra me assistir!"
~Krawk x Leozin.
This is my catharsis so cathardic art is purely for the artist beauty's in the eyes of the beholder keep comin strong till I'm olda like yoda
This beat has a shitload of views, sure, but how many people actually peeped the album this shit came from? Grim should be eating more than he is now for the shit he's been through and the work he put in!
Exact, my brother.
smoothness defined in a beat.
my name is ben
my age is ten
ill tell you again
my name is ben
my age is ten
download my mixtape im not like any of these other rappers
Dammnnnn son that hot shit
+Er Jio lmao
no doubt you going triple platinum anytime soon!
awesome! you got a lot of potential! KEEP GOING!
No
this is so beautiful
chester watson killed this
thanks man. I just got an imac so hopefully in the next month or so ill be releasin vids and tracks.
chester watson goes hard on this
Very dark sounding beat. Fuckin love it
Dancing With The Devil
Gemitaiz
“Dancing With The Devil” è la nona traccia del mixtape “Quello che Vi Consiglio Vol.6” del rapper…read more »
DANCING WITH THE DEVIL LYRICS
[Strofa 1: Gemitaiz]
"Davide come sta?", me lo hai mai chiesto?
Chiama un'ambulanza, frate, fai presto
Che il sogno che avevo non è mai questo
Mi sveglia, mi prende a calci e poi mi dà il resto
5 di mattina sempre in prima linea
In after dalla sera prima, altro che seratina
La vita è questa
Il mio amico in macchina muove la testa
"Alla prossima gira a destra!"
I bicchieri sul cruscotto che fanno le onde
Durante conversazioni profonde (tipo?)
Tipo: "L'ho chiamata e non mi risponde"
Ma le donne ci regalano un'altra nottata insonne
Rutto, vodka e zenzero, chissà che penserò
Se c'ho un punto fisso, ora punto a perderlo
Vado dritto in bocca a Cerbero
Il mio amico mi dice: "Accelero!"
E vai, 120
Sotto gli alberi e i lampioni spenti
Una di quelle serate che non rientri
Con gli animi freddi
Come il ghiaccio dei cubetti
Nei vicoli stretti, che usiamo al posto dei letti
Senza sonno come Christian
Faccio l'equilibrista
Su una pozzanghera di Belvedere, in hotel c'è una bella vista
Se questo è un noir, sono il protagonista
Bianco e nero, ma qua nessuno sa che c'ero
Faccio il realizzato, che poi manco è vero
La scrivo in modo che ti incanta
La rima mia non sembra nessun'altra
E' un vestito di marca
Metti benzina, che poi andiamo a piedi
Intanto ne giro una di Jedi
5 minuti e siamo ready
Sì, vai, dancing with the devil!
[Strofa 2: Bassi Maestro]
Roba da finestrino giù
Prende male l'aria in faccia, è quasi l'alba
Oggi non rimo più, nah
Oggi ti dico "primo tu!"
L'animale chiuso in gabbia lascia tracce già dal primo tour!
'97 con i treni, a 27 i palazzetti
E la Penisola dal Nord al Sud, già
Solo ricordi a 4:2, still nice a 42
Grappa e Whiskey non li reggo più
42 gradi all'ombra nell'autovettura
Rap nella Fusion, oggi è fusion sopra un Uno Rap
La fronte adesso mi gronda
Suono questa nuova bomba
'91,'91, fanculo la Trap!
La mia Milano chiama, meglio che esco
C'è un clima trash, bro, sembra quello di un poliziesco
Cammino svelto, sembro un bambino che si è alzato presto
Con la faccia da buon pretesto cerco nuove escort
Non potrete mai farmi fesso
Conosco il commissario, lo incontro e mi dice: "Buongiorno Maestro"
Ma in fondo questo è solo un modo per stare a galla
Come un altro, volume a palla
Sulla mia auto così viaggiamo
La nostra musica parla di noi
Scusala ancora per ciò che ha fatto al mio senno del poi
Scalo il cambio, quello classico
Metto una terza, mi godo un giro panoramico
Nella mia merda
[Strofa 3: Mondo Marcio]
Serate fredde tra Milano e Roma
Non sono Rick Ross, il mio Dio non perdona
L'Hip-Hop lo guido, Daytona
Piscio sui blog
Ogni artista in Italia ha una maschera, Slipknot!
Pane al pane, sono onesto, frà, dal giorno zero
Che voglia c'hai, frà? Come chi guarda un porno intero
Rincoglionisco le masse come ogni giorno il clero
Top Player, No Haters
Suono rock (Slayer!)!
22 motivi *clik clak*
Ho 45 ragioni *clik clak*
Per spararti in faccia
Marcio sulla traccia *Bang!*
Ero in tour quando la moda rap non era ancora scoppiata
La vita è una troia, la tengo bagnata
Affamato come i bambini del Biafra
Il Robin Hood del quartiere
Il Che Guevara della strada
Obama vestito Kilo, Osama
Ma era meno armato di me quando rimo "Oh, Mama!"
Rap grasso, Costanzo
Fumo, Seth Rogen
Se la droga fosse musica sono Beethoven
Due ragazze brasiliane su un Range Rover
Faccio un concerto sulla pussy, ma prima le prove
La mia china è medicina
Metti 'sta ragazzina a pecorina
È a novanta ma sono le nove
Non mi volevano nella vetrina
Ora tutti quanti stanno in fila e io sono in cima al Totem
Bleah
I can’t read whatever language that is, but I’m sure it’s fire
@@AntlerGlasgow it's italian. The Song is dancing with the devil di Gemitaiz if you wanna know
Parapallo Pippozzo cool
I think this might be the best instrumental I've ever heard
the beats so mellow,
like we sittin' on the moon,
more chilled than getting high and watching cartoons, try the shrooms,
youll feel real high,
the beat never lies,
lifes a surprise.
I remember when I found this instrumental and recorded a song for my cousin dabkingz619 the good ole days
i got nuttin to lose when im clutchin the ooze
Pardon?
great beats but ive n0ow played it out...thanks for the good times ayee
"eu respeito quem respeita essa cena underground , respeita quem respeita essa roda cultural, respeito o que manda bem tambem o que manda mal, só não respeito o cara que se acha só por que foi pro nacional." Leozin foda kkkkk
Leozin vs Krawk
SanFrancisco, CA
Anyone heard Chester Watson's version of this? Sooo good
Me to just chiling do you feel what i feel it is relax just relax just right now again just relax my Friend, like that for whole day no another way same way relax ALL DAY ! DIGI DIGI BABY WAY !
This is so good!
Now I ain't trying to be the King, but Poker's my Case
I'll be going all in with clubs, because I'm Bold as the Spades.
And if that heart's your thing, while I'm Holding the Ace.
Then I'm stealing ya Queen, Jack. Now that's Lowering Stakes.
You alone in hell, ock? Well I'm by the Glorious Gates
Only problem is, that they're not Golden or Graced
I fell from the stairway and out of Lordly Embrace.
Cast in this hell on earth, Bordering Space.
Im a spiritual lyrical individual spiritual miracle lyrical individual spiritual miracle individual
skippa da flippa da skippi da flippi da illest da killest im tha realest of the realest!
Afro much?
+Magneto! lmfaaaaaaaooooo yes it fits on the beat
yo I have seen this verse so many damn times why lmao
+Qoyn :D I don't give a fuck I stab a doll name chuck I was drunk and crunk skunked at a nazi underground bunk,roasting a Zionist Jew topped with bob Marley funk 8 replaced hearts and Rothschild is still a living shit of lump
copy of eminem and ll cool j get the hell out
Karnales karnalitos, ya llegó cosmic su poketuber favorito
AYAX.
As you uncover life's worth
revolve around the earth
minerals dissolve multiply and create a new birth
witness a miracle, your soul become whole spiritual
and introduce the lyrical, supersonic sound profound and unhearable
But for every action there are consequences
known well by the cons hoppin over fences
you know what suspense is? if you don't I wont even have to describe your denseness
so senseless, I meant this, because its goin down farther than memphis
I'm the definition of static, Had a vision but I canned it
Chose cigarettes and fiction to manage what i was handed
My silhouette casted on the backside of my habits
The winners get the interests, the rest we get to cast it
My life soon to vanish as i'm branded by the mighty
Fighting off madness till its ravaging my psyche
Stuck between what's happened and, whatever it might be
Either i'm rapping or in a casket, whichever's more likely
Either way i'm feeling trapped, with life going by fast
Teeth biting the hash, every week rolling up grass
Wake up in the morning pray its time to hit the flask
If it's not i hit the sack and wait for another day to pass
Your the definition of a nursery rhyme writer on RUclips comments.
Aaron Roy relax bro, just having fun...
Your rhyme's are like war crimes/I'll tell you more times/that we all live in poor times/ ill make o.d on fluoride/death comes and we know your tryna hide/the only way out is cyanide/disintegration/you cry from nice words/because you know deep down its miss information
@@questioneverything4126 ass
Nice beat, ayax has a song with it called 4x4
Cosmic el profe
Yo vine por ese mae
The sickest beat ive heard too flow foo so far Perfect levels
donetasy
I could freestyle to this all day long. Dope beat
Shit, might as well jump in for the hell of it.
As a kid, learned sin was irrelevant.
Even then, back in days of development,
See within the dark space we enveloped in.
Creepin in, through time, yeah it's prevalent.
Invadings minds, mainstream's malevolent.
Thinkin it's fine, your wise and intelligent.
Think again, or demise is eminent.
Through eyes, I see lies, it's evident.
That man kind can't settle for sediment.
Takin lives, for the metals and elements.
You'll find my knife in the heart of arrogance.
Realize mine's giving off resonance.
See inside, that it's time, embellish it.
Within the rhymes, soakin in benevolence.
Know what's right, I'm definin excellence.
niiiiiiice
thanks man its good to be noticed lol. I usually delete all my rap comments but this was the only one i left up
This was straight barz keep it up👍🏽💯
BARRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!
Spat these bars at my first gig the other week crowd went mad
Everyday is just the same; but different to the conscious…
With a mind drifting insane, I’m vivid in my harness.
If time is linear, it’s infinitely processed.
So I can’t help but count seconds while I’m emptying this carcass.
A dream is a figment of hope, as I’m just a figment of dope.
And every other aspect of life fits as we live on the rope.
Pictures in scope, is all I see reflected in eyes.
As these broken records aimlessly venture demise.
I flow so sloppily / nobody stopin' me / I write down these rhymes to escape the monotony It's gett'n hard to follow me / I'm paranoid, pardon me / No cars parked in my garage is an armory / Award winning nominee / Bad Carmas' on to me / Do so much dirt cops in over-alls farming me / I'm doper than a pharmacy / Strong arm robbery any emcee that disagree and tries diss'n me / Will sleep with fishes tonight, somewhere watery
The way I find the flow you would think I know augury
My two best friends now / are rhythm and harmony
Siamese twin style / Hip-Hops a part of me
I'm high if I say pardon me / more than once, pardon me
The beat is like a heart and my bars are just the arteries .- Morse Code
"The beat is like a heart and my bars are the arteries"!!!!!
Sick lines yo!!!
one of the best i've seen written out in a comment like this, keep it up
Everybody DEALS differently / you come with it/ MINUS JOKERS from the DECK / MULTIPLYING the best / and that aint even the SUM of it/
Im just needing just some of it/ unDIVIDED /attention / The POWER OF 2/ is EXPONENTIALLY different / now whatever you do from here on. I'm involved/ your ADDITION made a DIFFERENCE/ PROBLEM SOlVED / -Aris P
Dayummm brah you got mad skills
this is hard af wtf
love thiss the sound just makes me wanna rap & keep up this great work like damn .
El P*to Dayo!
Indepedente do vicio ela vai ser uma guerreira
-Nego Drama ,,💜
Qual batalha??
@@_nerizin Nego drama vc refel, a ultima tima dele ele fala
rap practice
1.) bring up random beat on youtube
2.)bring up creativitygames random word generator
3.) scroll down you newsfeed spitting shit talk about everyone on your facebook feed over random beat, using the generated random words
4.) repeat
soon you will be murdering ciphers
It's like I'm watching my life through a lifeline
Sit back relax and watch and let time fly
Spark up a blunt in my tie dye
See the realer you get the more they hate
Now I'm the angels that's guarding the gate
Walk to the corner just to chop up an 8
3 am tales from the crypt
Round here they riding sticks
Mac 10's with $uppressor$
being hella brash is the swag bruh
Born loud, and through trials i was taught to turn down. Like the silence my mental was still fragile. To be ample was a hassle, and all to often i was met at the gavel. But among the travel between tragic and magic my mind would soon unravel a sample of agile passion, and soon to crash again. Is it a life full of lies and sin, am i soon to realize again, that everything i know is expirinn. Insane, how you would expect me to sustain while i simultaneously obtain. All atop the tower of pain. Inhumane, how you walk around in plastic coated shame, unable to be read, hiding your mental strain. We've all been judged but by who? And who does it concern? You dont like the way i burn? Then i suggest you take the time to invest some interest in saving breath. Cause your O particles fall short of the chest. Arrest on request, the minds of un welcomed guests and straight to the mental test. If i remain unimpressed, theres no protest your time is repossessed. So I can reinvest, in mine. Im self professed, this is a badge at best. Before birth I was blessed, unaddressed of my will to be stressed. I progress at rest, onward to ingest your words, to dissect your world, to infect preferred, what I project infesting heard. Take the slurred line and reword define. My reward, confine, assign and disinclined to trust that its fine. The alpha test is over now as is your life. Thats the way of the beast when you grab the mic. Unable to feast my bars tonight. Just close your eyes knight, theres no light insight, you have no right to write. No will to fight this lyrical frost bite, its too late to ignite. Thats why i stay loud, enhanced foresight, habitually in flight.
I can simply symbolize
into your third eye that the line between truth and lies
is although subtle at times
a ribbon of ignorance
to be put simplest
my poerty and rythm
yields deadly cataclysms never been afraid to fly
I'm too strange to live and to rare to die.
Living betwixt ignorance
and bliss I spit
philosophy and diffuse your moral compass like socrates with a magnet
and I break bad habits
on that hiesenberg status.
Stuck in odd time signatures I remain,
ligature marks of pain stain
the surface of skin saturated in time
elevating the mind
until all physical mass intertwines
one collective thought but not devine
And its fine, no luxuries define, what makes us sublime. Im in the middle of my prime climb. You may be at the top, that leaves no room for prospect. You're the subject of my complex logic, and yes the process leaves no product. Critical mass to no content, its the jewel in my crown concept, do you get it yet? If I were to go solar and lets say you are pulsar, highly magnetized a radioactive spittin star. That makes me quasar. powered by, snackin on your bars. Regards to your chars, your bars got you barred. Got you cornered in your own yard. Im on guard and im goin in hard.
You burn bridges but can't swim and judge yourself on a scale of 9 to 10 while I combust oxygen and spark thoughts of creativity and spark thoughts away of negativity turn flowers to ashes till I wamble and stumble awaiting the day your pedestal crumbles to rubbles under thunder evoked by written lightining worried about benjamins below my kitestring a tempest in writing a brainstorm if you will I'm in a corrupt matrix and I took both pills. I stay nauseated so I can spit ill
Beat sinistro
sdds epoca raidcall rimava mto com esse beat
i see people writing raps to beats theres a private on facebook called battle scars where you post beats and write to them its getting bigger and emcees and writers like myself dig it.
La pollisimaaaaaa
Sitting here on this couch, the beat becomes the soundtrack to my personal purgatory
ayax-4x4
Southside Chicago Reppin, back bone don't slip when im steppin'
I'm wreckin soft shelled mc's with these bars that shatter.. virtual dreams.
Sounds like hood lofi
do you not know a thing called boom bap? it was here before lofi
haha remeber freestyling to this beat in 2014...Who else still loves this beat?
Fluent, but truent, i do this, music, for the students, looking stupid, acting stupid, if the dreams are lucid, then you being a nuisance, kinda of clueless, to the situation. you ain't intimidating, just frustrating, and awaiting, some form of death, i swarm and infest, like wasps through yo set, with that older dialect, that you gotta respect, 2014, i'm importing, important, sources, and styles you can rejoice with, something new in the mixture, not another faker, not another imitator, looking for the paper, just for recognition, whats the definition, of intuition?, you are expecting some kind of intermission?, nah, just listen, as i break down more and more, you can't afford, to snore, get bored, or war, is on, I bomb, stay calm, I harm, the infantry, all the way to the embassy, remember me? the delivery of the century, the one worth mentioning, while the rest are shriveling, sizzling, injuring, in conflicts, i use chronic, fuck an antibiotic product, i use my conscience - ANDREW
Dope bruh.
Damn bto. I usually read over ppls youtube comment verses (as a rapper myself) and think that the vast majority is whack af but that was a dope ass verse real talk
randy sigler Thanks man! Thats all freewrite too, Ill be professionally recording within the year,
Hell yea that's wassup man get it. I'll hopefully be doing the same thing within the next year so hmu for a collab. Do you freestyle?
randy sigler i always freestyle and hit cyphers
Lickedy split. Here comes the hit. Finally something that is proud of me, nor fatherly or motherly/ just this substance inside of me. Insanity paraphernalia making shame of ya. A time relapse as the happening happs to have happened before accompanied with the feeling of the cold tiled floor locked away behind a bolt locked door.
Lickedy split. My brain takes a shit and pus filled grit spills from my lip, pushed over the tip into a void of uncharted madness. People push forever but only a select few have this. A smug sense of gladness with a lazy eye, I reckon if I tried I could probably fly, walk to the cliffs end and give it a go. Fall to my quick send and quickly lose hold.
love this bro. I have a lazy eye... and im stealing it. Cool?
just realized what was happening in the picture...
Gingerbread gangster
BEST INSTRUMENTAL EVER
My mind opens as the shine of lyrics are spoken, Your time is up as the scriuptures are wroten, the mixtures are broken, the fumes held in the spliff smoken a swift motion, the creatues are moapin, appocalyps explosion, sliced esophogus with blood soakin, i may be smilin but i aint joking, in these realms im forced to be cloaking, to escape is what im hopin, seems like death is the only token, i grab the noose and try chokin, but its far from tru desire, my body tells me yes my mind says im a liar, my brain held in fire, it screams with echoes like a murdered quire, then converted to words and energy like the messiah, my entire perseception embraces deception, then races to the smith wesson, put it to my head and begin restin, this life is a testin, so count your blessins,
Ahahaha ... I stopped at "wroten"
that verse is fucking ill.
Atliens, you not even the dopest, my flow is creeping and mo' swift,
i wrote this, so quote it, i'm chosen, and rising, devising, my plans like a tyrant,
i shift climates, from sick rhyming, and perfect timing, above average, savage,
tip of the axis, nobody surpasses. shit takes practice, rappings now a habit, i jump in and attack shit, move like you drafted, you know my sick craft is,
filled with wit, my gift, to spit, will uplift, the stage, i cause the rage,
like a tiger in a cage, i flare, and compare, to the stratosphere, of our atmosphere, reflections and mirrors, i ain't detectin' a career, is near, for you
one beer, rising to occasions, support of all races, faceless, and tasteless, waste is, aiming, we need patience, to paint this, painting, shits amazing
That's pretty fuckin sick ^
trapped in a focus I notice the beauty of a lotus,pen to pad how i wrote this,-the dopest who spoke this leave you feelin
hopeless, like if the cathlics were popeless, i awoke with a motif to spit explsoives, at the sercrets in the vatican,
E.Ts up to bat again, i can see why u mad at him, its sad its been a swing with no luck, mustst have been the wind
when it struck, but on the next yall better duck, heads down close your mouth dont wanna hear a quack or a cluck, cuz
you niggas wack and you suck, played your track and i just scream fuck this shit blows like the dust, like hoes you dont
trust, must have been in a miss conceptiopn, aiming your lyrics in the wrong direcetion, biological disease i rap infection
do u have the detection, to see the illest selection of rhymes and lines, twists minds like vines, going back time when
rappers still raped about crime and the struggle, the time to spit was the time to rebuddle, weather it was rough or it was
suddle, drops of blood or tears into the puddle, while the team gathers in a huddle, this is the real rap spirit, but on
the modern day tracks i dont hear it, maybe i have to be more near it, like the heart does, but the shark was puttin out
where the spark was, to let in wqhere the darek was, so u couldnt see where the mark was, and i dont have to say what mark
this is, the mark that puts a nigga from spittin in the park to a business, your a witness to a nigga ascenention
onle= how to spit this, shit this is preaty wicked every kid that listen to the sickest, makes them fidget, if you
inquisit earth this is my first visit, spit it now they callin me a wizard, in antartica and spit it a blizzard,
turn cold blooded like a lizard, he a alien or what is it, is it just some diss shit, run cuz this is turnin viscous
almost took the mnic and bit it, suspicioues with thge beat when he hit this, with the sledge hammer bars and gramma
put you in the slamma, its this lyrical fitness, hannah montana has forgivness, she was chidlish and not very widlish,
so we had to upgrade and update, up pay and up the state, and prepare them for this shit, that snake hiss shit, being
famous is on everyones wishlist, cookies crumble just like a biscuit, if your fisherman then fish iut, scale it and dish it
add some sauce and whisk it, rappers should listen how to diss shit, this is your lesson dont miss shit, i bet you wish
it could be eaiser, get yours bones a little meatier, while these lyricvs are meetin ya, spittin in your face not greetin ya
treetin ya like a bitcvh, same thing in the pioneers that did to a witch, or the way niggas treet a snitch, kicked out
the clique with your eye lids slit, cuz this rap shit you would never fit in the puzzle, you would be the one rapping
wearing a muzzle, thats when i come along rap about your struggle, look at this male his face lookin pale, tried the rap
exam but he failed, tatle tailed and got railed, so he drops some verses and mailed it across the ocean and sailed it,
the contractor picked it up and nailed it, to the coffin so every time he rap he caughin and weeziun, pleedin for a way
to escape the prison, cuz hes filled with evil visions, took over his body a deep intuition, was written but now is hidden
shouldnt have takjen this expedition, you would never win it so take the wheel of fortune and spin it, thats it your finished
in humble silence lies the gold
On his shoulder getting colder
In the vacant eyes of the beholder
A two room black hole hotel
Keys sold to those who glow so well
He can't tell he sold himself
Vision is wealth
Poverty manifests
Now he's a blind peasant at best
Unpleasantly blessed
Wenn du dich mit na' Nutte in nem' Zelt verkriechst, weil sie sehr schön aussieht und dir noch die Welt verspricht...
now im trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators that you call earth but i call hells equator
Frenchies are here ??
Les yeux vitreux, mes journées sont rythmé par le vice la vie me fout la mort mais la mort se fous de mon avis, mes mots arrivent sans que ma mémoire n’agissent, Bande de rat nagés dans votre avarice, Maladif les gosses ne font plus la diff entre la thune et la qualité, ils prônent le bif et les voix vo codé, on a beaux vociférer notre art se fait maltraité, entre deux plateaux télé le rap est le médias de la haine, mais on reste debout en encaissent les coups que l’on nous assènes, et les cliché auquel on nous assigne, paroles assassine mais sans sang , ma révolte est pacifique je suis fière d’être un sans dent, je n’espère pas une notoriété ascendante mais continuer à râler sans censure, n’est-ce pas censé être juste, ou juste sans être autorisé , tout ça semble bête pour vos cerveaux lobotomisé, misé tout sur le loto pour avoir une chance de vous hisser ; c’est ce que l’on nomme la réussite qui qui ne dépend plus que des fonds économique ma visions est un poil pessimiste mais pas loin de la réalité, quand tu vois que les pauvres crève de faim tandis les bourges meurt d’obésité,
Devant cette page blanche
il faut j’ Commence
c’est comme ca que j’me lance
les 3 première lignes
viennent tranquilles
après c’est le style qui fait
couler les sentiments
pour que je fasse kiffer les gens
mais la skuuff me rend trop lent
j’ai du mal a en rire du fait qu’jai bsoin
d’ 3 pilon pour m’coucher
pas bsoin d’en dire long pour pas douter
J’inspire entre mes doigts
c’est comme une mort aux rats
sauf que le rats c’est toi
et que la mort est bonne
et dans ma bouche s’affole
mes papilles gustative
au contact de la buddha Cheese.
rouler un joint ca m’rend serein
mais quand j’le fume
ma tête j’consume
après normal j’assume
mais bon
j’ai un peu l’aire d’un con
au fond de ma maison
volet fermés
pensées grippées
faut s’agriper
pour pas tombé
dans les limbes du vo cèr
j’continue j’mévissair
rien a faire de vos Ser Ment
mon cerveau j’men sert quand
j’en ai envie et puis sinon tans pis
un rythme a cadences variable
ma musique et mon coeur s’embrasses
et jamais tu t’en lace, l’auditeur est en phase
et moi en face j’épouse ses basses
je fait main basse sur toutes ces phases du rap cé franc
accélère là c’est lent
et chancelant le long de cette chanson
c’est comme une discussion
entre moi et l’action
putin je tourne en rond
donc j’allume a la télé j’ai trop déconné
a force de coler mes cones
et de fumer ces boze j’ai fini par m’poséMa tête est lente puis elle s’exite
en quete de langues et de sexe vite
se rmettre debout et posé s’bout d’chit
faut reflechire avant d’en rrouler un
jvais réagir mais la encore jsuis bien
c’est sur demain jsrai pas serein
chez moi c’est surtout le matin
regarde ma tête de chagrin
regarde mes pied je marche pas bien
en vérité j’ai l’air vilain
c’est la galère du somnifère naturel
j’aimerai me taire mais la nature est bien trop belle
quoi qu’il en soit maintenant j’avance a petit pas
vers mes résolution
une solution
casser mes frustration avec le son
c’est dvenue une pulsion
comme la pression au bout des doigts
que tu geta
tu t’en lasse pas
laisser sa trace c’est addictif
et si en plus t’es productif
c’est tout benef pour toi
tu vois ? je crois enfin en moi !
j’ouvre les yeux sur mon plein potentiel
mon séquentiel n’est pas fini
et au d »ssus du soleil j’apercois l’infini
belle plume pg
Bars af bro
my spirit & soul
control
my lyrics & flow
it take a
miri-fuckin-cle
for me not to got to jail
its wade hope
stay dope
4x4
Polis y cacos
Thanks alot dude, im gonna start uploading my music soon...
Y tu de que vacilas si esto es R.A.P de to la puta vida
+Sergio Acedo 4x4
+Sergio Acedo rap seco seco mas seco que peter anguila jajak
el morao en la bandera
chester watson fucking killed this
4:30
nice one homes
,but regardless of the depths that we reach it's difficult to glance at the words and read between the lines here's another peice of mine.greatkills23 he can ryhme,nomad of the 07 he can rep it,the Mf beat is dam best,a fucking grand hit,uploaded by the man SSliff...
KRAWK X LEOZIN
krawk x leozin é meu saco otário! kkkkkkkkkkkk um beat desse....
Porra de krawk e leozin, esse beat é relíquia usava dms no raidcall
When you hear this you get a better understanding of the roundness of earth just tone into the beat
Is it too much to ask for people talking about the beat in comments? Not some 13 yr old typing a sonnet about getting high in his bedroom, smh
keystylers
Such a great beat and song. Just so unfortunate its comment section is plagued with lyrical trash posters.
Oh baby lets work and I love to dance all day long but can't see me too oh oh get it baby yeah yeah ok let me show you what I do cuz I do it for you CUZ I love you too yeah yeah yeah oh yeah yeah let let do it to I be with you you know that's what I do do to do do.
a tile of only a true veteran can/ swichen up the flow/ just had to lecha know/ this is how the rhythem in my iner head go/ never miss a show/
So real, salimos del barrio, bro, so pimp, vos gil
Haciéndote el bueno por dos hits
No vi, los tags de tu crew por aquí
Nos vi', acá no hay respeto a tu team, es así
Creado por los grandes, dope kids, dopping
Te quiebra tu mierda, panflín
Como el Frane es siempre hable por mí
Siempre te dije que si fingen, la ficha salta al fin
Y es así, por eso me mantengo clean
Sin fingir, sin bardear ni hablar por ahí
Es que un pibe como yo solo sabe fluir
Nah, no sabe de estructuras, solo sabe skills, yeah
Nos lo pusieron jodido
Brother, ¿me entendés lo que digo?
Tengo un sueño no duermo, lo persigo
Y cuando me estoy por dormir me despiertan mis amigos (Ah, ah)
Si, nunca la quedo, soy 24/7
Me quedo en casa al pedo preparándote un paquete
Algo nuevo pa' que mueva el ojete
Y te lo regalo en un paquete, en un paquete (Jaja)
Pa' que te sientas bien, pa' que lo huelas (Ah)
Pa' que te muerdas, friend, fuerte las muela'
De la bronca que coloca lo que escupa mi boca
Pa' que a los hater' les duela
Welcome to my game, I have to write my name
To' esta jodido aquí, haters want my death
No, never bitch
Ya no se gasten que
Juego sucio y no me ensucio, keep it clean
Welcome to my game, marihuana, haze
Fronteras haters sí, putas it's on the brain
Algunos días no tengo ni un pe'
Pero nunca falta el vino, no vendo mi pensamiento
Sigo al cien por ciento, pensando mis maniobras
Pa' hacerlo perfecto pa'
Decían que no tenia talento pa'
Rimar y ahora se fuman conciertos
Partiéndolos estoy, desde ya hace un tiempo
Demostrando con mi equipo que to' el barrio es nuestro
Gangsta' shit, don't stop, nunca quietos
My crew rude boy' chetos, netos
Dándote el sandwich completo
Esta mierda es mía por que yo soy quién la invento
Dicen que no es underground
Que odian mis trap pero give me un classic beat, te lo reviento
hey haters my name is
Neo Pistéa, you do know look for my enemi'
Hey haters my name is
Neo Pistea, no lo olvides, attention please
Ah
Attention please
Yeah, yeah
My name i-is
Where?
Neo Pistea
You do yo dou know look for my enemies
Yeah, attention please
Sabé
Clásicos de Barrio
this beat is phenomenal
Dancing with the devil...
+Yasiin Bey 47 Ahahah He doesn't mean the Immortal Technique's Song.
Dancing with the devil is the name of a song by Gemitaiz, a young italian rapper💯
BASTA PREK oh hahaha
I need this in my life where can I get it
Yo, step aside as I make my debut / Witness and judge these bars that I execute /
wtf am i doing i cant rap for shit
0:11 - 2:55
Yo no hinco el codo, me han quedado como cinco.
No soy feliz del todo, pero entre el lodo brinco.
Y por culpa de un mundo que vendehumo,
Lo que consumo me consume así te lo resumo.
El aire ya está contaminado así que fumo
y hago nubes de humo, lo perfumo.
Estoy harto ya de barrer pa dentro,
miento si digo que digo lo que siento.
Se para la luna menguante ante tu figura aullante,
separa una emoción del arte,
siento devoción solo con poder tocarte,
antes que el tiempo se gaste haz de mí un desastre.
El sastre confecciona frases,
hace eses entre flashes,
fuma hash es con lo que se evade porque esas heces no le valen.
Van de vendavales, mejor que vendan vales,
que aprendan a rimar sin tirar rimas banales.
Tienes dones, a saber cuáles? Reflexiona, vas a ver cuánto vales,
Suben la marea, nos tienen sin correa, pero con bozales
Somos tan diferentes que solo tu corazón hace por entenderme cuando yo tengo razón.
Yo soy un sol sostenido, tú un bemol.
Yo la noche oscura y tú el sol.
Yo sobre tus brazos sostenido, no tiene sentido,
se me para el mundo y hasta aturdo al girasol.
Cupido es temido por ser zurdo, que burdo rumor.
Hay algo más absurdo que la vida, el amor,
Y el odio que algunos sienten entre dientes,
sin razón ni motivo, vivo con decepción.
Te mido por tus actos y careces de valor.
me parece que el ocaso llega en forma de farol.
Él solo tiene la llama y yo la llave para amar,
a manos que arañan no debes acariciar,
no te debes acercar a quien se hace de rogar,
eres la amargada margarita en el jarrón del bar.
Yo no quiero vivir en cautividad,
quiero ser el jazmín en el jardín de la ciudad.
Acabo escuchando Jazz otra vez
y escribiendo viendo el mar como Charles Baudeleire.
Tengo cosas dentro que no puedo contener,
igual que mierda en la Tierra que quieren ensordecer.
Es placer complacer mi sed de dejar mi ser,
y volar a solas pa dejarme ser.
No se ven mis dramas con el OCB,
míralo, tirado en la cama otra vez,
pero sobresalgo como Doncic en la ACB,
vive con empeño pa no ser otro NPC.
Yo que sé, yo escuchaba KRS,
Tú vas de Tupac pero tu rap na que ver.
Extraño mi ambición pero antaño tenía sueños
que se despeñaron y dejé hecho trizas.
Quizás se marcharon con mis cenizas
e izan anclas y en otras cabezas aterrizan.
Vuelan las palomas, mas los palos no cesan,
las ovejas balan y las balas vejan,
las malas almas no nos dejan tener alas
y reflejan la destreza con la que nos acorralan.
La parca deja marcas y es la última en callar,
la barca va a encallar pero no para aparcar,
la guadaña va a abarcar todo el agua y va a dañar,
inertes yacen ya en la amarga mar.
Dejo mi habitación medio desordenada,
Hoy he hecho la cama, que es mejor que nada.
Dayoscript
it's back to my normality slapboxing with reality
real is in actuality
all up to one's mentality
I'm reversing the polarity
traversing so called sanity
a place with no space for vanity
the true nature of humanity