Which dolt asked him if he was thinking about someone, heard Big L answer his question; “Nah-“ “‘Nah…?’” “Nah, all my shit be like that lately ‘cause niggas been battling on tha Block lately…” “Oh, so you WERE thinking about somebody when you wrote that…”
This instrumental is one of the best of all time. Not only because it’s Big L but it’s so smooth and free to flow on. Ideal for a cypher freestyle groove. ✌️
out of all the rappers ive ever seen and heard, Big L has got to have the best rap rhythm and rhyme style, his bars are hard, cold and raw. he never lies about anything and always keeps it real when rhyming to a phat beat.
Loool big l is literally the illest I don't care what people say.. obviously others got mad talent but he's just a treat. He cracks me the fuck up. He's got that flow, comedy, raw and real all at once he eats any rapper for lunch even without spitting anymore bars haha no one's got what he had. Rip L
. in those times nearly every rapper battled and cyphered for dominance, and majority of their material is insanely good compared to today's standards. Bet you that dj was being honest with L..
I back on oh tooh I once downloaded this track off Napster and I was super blitzed and I randomly freestyled what ought to be the second verse is a track I was working on. Then a buddy deleted all my music to install some games. Now I can only hope to find that track. This is my first actual attempt. All I got for search logic is 98 freestyle beats. Actual without a see is a trail wtf.
Ti sei mai chiesto com'è guardarsi dentro , arrivare nell'inconscio parlare col subconscio e provare emozioni,conoscere informazioni,sentire sensazioni e conoscerti meglio. La vita ti pone difficoltà e ci sta è come quando parli con la gente e ti butti nella mischia, sembrerebbe giocare una partita sopra a fifa ma devi lottare per cambiare la tua vita . Non pretendo nulla da nessuno ti giuro,vivo la mia vita da solo e sono contento,a volte provo a dare fiducia e far diventare importante qualcuno,ma finisce che me la prendo sempre nel culo. Questa è la verità si sa è come quando vai a fare la spesa alla sisal cerchi sempre qualcosa ma non la trovi un po' come cercare a media world i pomodori. L'importante è vivere, resistere,trovare nuove liriche da scrivere ed incidere in queste maledette rime ,che trasmettono in testi,concetti che a parole non saprei dire. Torno a casa e c'è un'aria pesante,tocco il fondo con le palle e mi rialzo con le gambe ,vivo in queste stanze con la situa imbarazzante quando vorrei sentirmi libero di volare come farfalle. Riconosci la verità di queste parole ne sputo tante quante mangia panini al mc un ciccione,rimane chiaro il concetto che per stare meglio rimango solo aspettando una mia evoluzione
Bine ai venit in catacombele minții Esti un eșec ti ai dezamăgit părinții Nu te mai mintii De la soc iti tremura dintii E un câmp de luptă rece Înecat in ceata Prea multe idei pe secundă, creierul îngheață Vad o silueta in intuneric Cu fiecare sentiment de teama devin tot mai puternic Înconjurat de lupi ce așteaptă doar sa ma consume Am asa zisi prieteni gata sa ma vândă pe sume Ti ai trait viata in totală iluzie Ideile tale despre realitate În realitate cauzează confuzie Briceagul băgat bine in buzunar în cartiere taxa se plătește lunar Da am gresit si recunosc tata pe mâini de sânge nu am nicio pată Nu mi am vândut sufletul ca am inima amanetata Cine sapa groapa altuia cade în ea Ca ma duc sa dau la lopata Vorba aia dupa fapta si răsplata Eu sunt pregătit sa fac lungă tu esti pregatit sa o faci lată Oh voi roboțeilor stati jos si lustruitiva antena Dau rime pentru români de peste tot pana in mamaia Sânge rece rosu nu din ala de rege Timpu trece sunt pregătit sa încalc orice lege Nu sunt complicat însă nimeni nu ma intelege Roman adevarat stradal subteran Sunt nou da ma simt un veteran Transpirația imi curge dupa fata Si am sa iti dau la coaste sa nu te mai văd în viata Ma declar împăratul underground ului oficial Stau si cant de pe un tron de oase Moartea si a rupt pe.mine prea multe coase Cuvinte reale nu doar rime frumoase Imi pun gluga pe cap si merg mai departe Am sânge n coaie o dau cu voi parte n parte Sunt un veteran al strazii si am trecut prin multe lupte Am avut in mana atâtea capete rupte Cicatrici si urme de batalie Un caracter fara frica plin de tărie
I *flip* tracks like *parkour* , I'm the clout *gainer* And dedicated to hit back non-profound haters Money *talk* , *Presidents' speech* , I got *loud paper* So not messing with me, it sounds safer Fake *middlemen* MCs put to *sleep* , call it *Narco*-lepsy I *far-go* like *wells* , *all over the world* , *got settlements for centuries* I'm a *soldier* , I *fight* for *green* , got a *thick celery* If you think I'm ass, I'll hurl boulders, and school you, elementary
vibing to tha best, telling my inner self to piss off, akon to big L moving big steps, inner peace is all i need, I wake up to get high, to start my day fresh, ready to fk shit up, I respect tha legends, an da side dey rep, old skool is wea its at, Lmaoooooo
evan mack and tell where, all these niggas got they whole style from, so what you actin for you ain’t half as raw you neeed to practice more, somebody tell this nigga son, for’ I crack his jaw, you runnin wit boys I’m runnin w men, ima be rippin the mic until ima hunnit n ten. Have y’all niggas damnit this nigga done done it again
To battle me ya must be fit I talk, flow, rap yall sit My mind i search for rhymes to get Yall start showin love to me like a pet This record yall i set, catch ya ass with a net, like an insect Perfect, the lyrical flow i conjure from my mouth as it flows onto the floor I charge at my high standards like a bore i can neva quit until my legs go sore, blood leakin now its gore, run for the door Im ascending, yall cant comprehend, caw like a hen, battle cry my words i send, i come in yall bend prepare for destrctuon im a villain like the DOOM, gettin high off a shroom, u was left in the dust need a broom, zoom into the boom the explosion shatters ur mind addicted to my rhymes, yall listenin whats the times? 2PM left me on the jack came back its after dark tick tack where the time went my flow will take yo mind into a daydream, spacin out trynna understand a thing, like how yall studyin fossils, my tracks go back in time where it was grime, underground jime, inhale it face turn green like a pine i feen for the money that generates the cake, the dough i bake, shake the characta so he wake for sovrims sake, yall people like leeches yall fake plump like some peaches clump up like ants when foreign edibles are dropped, new flows are being copped, copied style for style, i rile up the people in the pit, yall smell like shit, thats what its like, get that toothpaste before speakin, its my words ur ears be seekin, ur fears no sleepin, my extraordinary words creepin into yo mind cravin more; addiction starts shit gets real, yo mind is like a fish time to reel in, eat yo ass up like a dish, cuz yall be feedin me, yall trynna unlock my potential get that key in my brain u extract my inside shit, it comes out vocally, poke the knee, musical chords so yall can see, lyrics crazy as fuck, im like a nuke being dropped, metalfaced doom, my mind wont stop, generatin, send the ratin for my songs i be droppin i know yall cravin, savin bar for far in yo man cave in
Im Pulling strings Orcastrating scenes Like stephen king Godfather to these flows Now kiss my ring I aint the one to believe in silly things Like redbull gives you wings The truth stings Haters try to study my moves Gotta keep 3moves ahead Like a game of chess Gotta protect my queen In the game of life Where people win and lose Gotta keep on pushing through Days turn to nights The atmosphere Feeling like de ja vu Looking up at the stars That shine beyond the moon Supplying my route To a brighter future Gotta watch out for them Newts That will turn savage for that tuna Crocadiles and annacondas Smile in your face But stab you in the back Check the logic Thats a cold hearted fact Paint a picture with color And maybe the world Wont be so white and black The love we lack Losing trust Imma need me a polygraph Paint a perfect picture like mona lisa Call it my art attack You aint even on my level You gonna need a starter pack Ioyalty is rare like an artefact These lyrics are as real as my flesh Battle with me it will be a train wreck Outcast to rap Watch me rip the decks Twist the necks Like Vietnam War vets If you answer back
Плачут небеса Мои нервы не в порядке Оставлю все тут на виду Но не играю в ваши прятки Мистер президент скажите кто вы есть Находясь в этом сером мраке Быть обитателям ада правда не легко? Продать душу дьяволу правда не легко? Когда за душой совсем ничего Они хотели сказать что ты ничего не достоин Но лишь одна удача и ты доблестный воин Те нити которые связывают твои корни Борись за душу и будешь снова довольный Поймал волну ловим вайб Все кричали что ты тру Но всем насрать Все кричали что ты лгун Но всем насрать У у у у у у у
Conversations over pasta discussing The split how we gonna chop it up when we done with the bricks all I know is I’m kill it every time when I spit lord knows I need the cash yo I’m runnin a muck go broke I got my mask n a gun in the truck just hope I ain’t gotta take it there n risk of al
Yes, I am what you would call a "conspiracy theorist" in a sense. But I got deep into hip hop in 2016, and it wasn't till this year of 2024 that I got really introduced to Big L. I'm not saying that it's true, but the fact that I've learned a crap ton of hip hop and its history and still didn't know anything on L till now, def makes me think some peeps are right about Jay-Z suppressing his music after he died🤷♂️
Delivering snow grams, I glow, damn Fucking with me its like Big L's last name I'll have you eating coal man Hustling till I'm in Fiji bored The devil guides every word I say like a Ouija board
Conversations over pasta discussing The split how we gonna chop it up when we done with the bricks all I know is I’m kill it every time when I spit lord knows I need the cash yo I’m runnin muck N if I go broke I got my mask n the gun in the truck
In school I was a fool, Wasn’t paying attention, I was gettin free lunches like another suspension, Classrooms like a dungeon to a youngin, depressin, So I was in the locker room inside ya locker an stressin,
mirando al cielo por que abajo no hay bueno, el calor de los mios, aunque haga frio con hielo, quizas por fuera rio pero por dentro me muero, quizas me falte mucho pa demostrar que te quiero no pidas calma, pa lante como un toro, quizas no tengo plata pero mis letras son oro, lo besos de esa flaca me hacen olvidarlo todo, su cuerpo es droga por eso ahora tengo el mono, me bajo y por si acaso agarro el mecha en el bolsillo, yo no te cuento na e lo que me pasa me lo callo, aprendo de cada fallo desde que era un niño,
[Verse 1] Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back, I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting Trigger temper, I'm quick to body something You looking at me like I'm probably fronting I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all 'Cause niggas like you be praying on my downfall Hoping I flop, hoping I stop You probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smoking the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool How come? You can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'mma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "Dammit, this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas [Verse 2] Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time (Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin' I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out Keep fronting and I'mma choke you till your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that? Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right That pussy was tight - gripping my dick like a pair of pliers You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smoking My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week, bring a different car out Go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain’t a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first 'Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with-fuck them too, I’ll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take? I ran through every bitch in my path I was fucking chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half Yo, I’mma take you out your misery And after this, nigga Put you in the social study book 'cause you’re history
My flow lengendary like big l. Super lyrical like pac and pun. These new dudes just mumble that's not rap but non sense. 99.9 percent of all the music on the radio is subject matter less. I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death. Life is a struggle but everyday i maintain.
Cuz new rap is taking ideas from other genres like rock and metal. Stop being closed minded and try to listen to music out of your comfort zone. You will be surprised to see how music can convey ideas without strong lyrics. I recommend learning to understand classical music too.
Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something You looking at me like I'm probably fronting I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader what, nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should have swallowed you You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come? You can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'ma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas [Verse: 2] Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time (Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken I should rob you but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin' I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out Keep fronting and I'ma choke you till your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that Yo, I’m not in the mood son, so don’t push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right That pussy was tight - gripping my dick like a pair of pliers You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I’ma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin' My album is done, so no there ain't no parts open I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week bring a different car out Go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain’t a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with fuck them too, I’ll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take I ran through every bitch in my path I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half Yo, I’m a take you out your misery And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book cause you’re history
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Since I started paying attention to bars and metaphors, he was one of the first to school me. Now I think I gotta jump on it. Only right🏋️
This is why his spirit lives on🙏🏽
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Check Out "Rigz & Da Cloth" "Da Fixtape" If You Haven't Heard That!! Go Spin That, it's Crazy
Ahead of his time ..the good die yung
Check out some Mc's that are some of the goats
Black Thought, Krs One, MF DOOM, Wu Tang Clan, Big Pun, Kxng Crooked
Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Big Pun
big L is one of the hardest rappers ever. EVER
I can still here Bobbito's and L's voice in my head when this came on!
Fondle Em' haha
" One two one two... kinda tired.."
Which dolt asked him if he was thinking about someone, heard Big L answer his question; “Nah-“ “‘Nah…?’” “Nah, all my shit be like that lately ‘cause niggas been battling on tha Block lately…” “Oh, so you WERE thinking about somebody when you wrote that…”
WHAT! "is somebody tired? That wasn't too bad"
Same lol
He's become my favorite rapper. Hands down.
This instrumental is one of the best of all time. Not only because it’s Big L but it’s so smooth and free to flow on. Ideal for a cypher freestyle groove. ✌️
You could literally beat box it if you nice. I definitely agree
My favorite beat to freestyle over RIP BIG L THE PUNCHLINE KING
out of all the rappers ive ever seen and heard, Big L has got to have the best rap rhythm and rhyme style, his bars are hard, cold and raw. he never lies about anything and always keeps it real when rhyming to a phat beat.
Loool big l is literally the illest I don't care what people say.. obviously others got mad talent but he's just a treat. He cracks me the fuck up. He's got that flow, comedy, raw and real all at once he eats any rapper for lunch even without spitting anymore bars haha no one's got what he had. Rip L
To tell you the truth.....
It gets no better than this
This beat crazzzyyy🔥🔥🔥 brought back memories
Mic Burna u cant finish your rap because u didnt study the blacks
Jews are afraid of the stew cartel crew
@@randyhatesblackpeoplesalin3129 huh
BIG L rest in peace! 🙏🏿
This beat fire
Gabriel Chaffin what's the name of this instrumental
Arturo Flores this is the name
This was specially produced for L's freestyle i guess
ruclips.net/video/ZsucocSEgbI/видео.html
This is the original one.
It was not made for Big L.
@@archol6596 Lord Finesse produced this
This rides so hard Big l is the man 🔥
This beat was purchased by Big L..the receipt said he paid with words.
R I P BIG L THIS SHIT GO HARD
+al zolez 😂😂😂 that was fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@@mr.nobody9697 daaamn thats a phat w
@@jahmaisofly Thank bro
@@chocolatemilk5779 thanks bro
Thats wierd. Verse i wrote got deleted?
Well mixed drums and all, like this one 🔥
Great ! I slowed it down 10 % still smilin
OLD SCHOOL HIP-HOP RAP BIG L 98 FREESTYLE MUSIC 🎶😀😀👍👍✌️
Nice Perfekt thus evenig..yeah..Shake it Like thas..
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By the conclusion of this- Thy will be killing more than Art of War,
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RIP BIG L 🙏🙏
I would love for this to be used as an entrance theme in pro wrestling or a walk out theme for boxing or MMA. How does this not get anyone amped up?
Was somebody tired?? That wasn't too bad ... 🔥
yea how could he even say that, what the fuck do you mean wasnt too bad it was fucking flaaaaaames my man
. in those times nearly every rapper battled and cyphered for dominance, and majority of their material is insanely good compared to today's standards. Bet you that dj was being honest with L..
@@818pablito pretty sure he was being sarcastic. He knew how sick big l was.
@@claytonlucey3799 true
@@MatthewMcRowanlisten to the freestyle again they say that on there it was from Stretch and Bob
L is the best there ever was
Dark hip hop beat
Absolutely superb
Lord Finesse on the beat
I've heard it was Lord Finesse, I've heard it was Large Professor, I've heard it was Preemo. Where can I see proof who made this beat??
@@joshhernandez5069 Check the credits
www.discogs.com/Pitch-Black-Show-Prove/release/225821
Use your ears. Definitely Lord Finesse
Big L was so dope
Nice really good
I back on oh tooh I once downloaded this track off Napster and I was super blitzed and I randomly freestyled what ought to be the second verse is a track I was working on.
Then a buddy deleted all my music to install some games.
Now I can only hope to find that track. This is my first actual attempt. All I got for search logic is 98 freestyle beats. Actual without a see is a trail wtf.
Talking about the realiest mob deep this week my realer from the east side let the beats ride kick it with you the real side that on the smooth side
Ti sei mai chiesto com'è guardarsi dentro , arrivare nell'inconscio parlare col subconscio e provare emozioni,conoscere informazioni,sentire sensazioni e conoscerti meglio. La vita ti pone difficoltà e ci sta è come quando parli con la gente e ti butti nella mischia, sembrerebbe giocare una partita sopra a fifa ma devi lottare per cambiare la tua vita . Non pretendo nulla da nessuno ti giuro,vivo la mia vita da solo e sono contento,a volte provo a dare fiducia e far diventare importante qualcuno,ma finisce che me la prendo sempre nel culo. Questa è la verità si sa è come quando vai a fare la spesa alla sisal cerchi sempre qualcosa ma non la trovi un po' come cercare a media world i pomodori. L'importante è vivere, resistere,trovare nuove liriche da scrivere ed incidere in queste maledette rime ,che trasmettono in testi,concetti che a parole non saprei dire. Torno a casa e c'è un'aria pesante,tocco il fondo con le palle e mi rialzo con le gambe ,vivo in queste stanze con la situa imbarazzante quando vorrei sentirmi libero di volare come farfalle. Riconosci la verità di queste parole ne sputo tante quante mangia panini al mc un ciccione,rimane chiaro il concetto che per stare meglio rimango solo aspettando una mia evoluzione
Cold beat.
Q onda ese pianoooo
Gotta Bring Jesus to this
My guy
RIP BIG L 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊
ring of fire
this beat is fucking fire!!!
sick beat
Alejandro Zamudio
PERÚ REPRESENT
Original song is Pitch Black- Show and Prove
Prod by Lord Finesse
Thank you.
Bine ai venit in catacombele minții
Esti un eșec ti ai dezamăgit părinții
Nu te mai mintii
De la soc iti tremura dintii
E un câmp de luptă rece
Înecat in ceata
Prea multe idei pe secundă, creierul îngheață
Vad o silueta in intuneric
Cu fiecare sentiment de teama devin tot mai puternic
Înconjurat de lupi ce așteaptă doar sa ma consume
Am asa zisi prieteni gata sa ma vândă pe sume
Ti ai trait viata in totală iluzie
Ideile tale despre realitate
În realitate cauzează confuzie
Briceagul băgat bine in buzunar în cartiere taxa se plătește lunar
Da am gresit si recunosc tata
pe mâini de sânge nu am nicio pată
Nu mi am vândut sufletul ca am inima amanetata
Cine sapa groapa altuia cade în ea
Ca ma duc sa dau la lopata
Vorba aia dupa fapta si răsplata
Eu sunt pregătit sa fac lungă tu esti pregatit sa o faci lată
Oh voi roboțeilor stati jos si lustruitiva antena
Dau rime pentru români de peste tot pana in mamaia
Sânge rece rosu nu din ala de rege
Timpu trece sunt pregătit sa încalc orice lege
Nu sunt complicat însă nimeni nu ma intelege
Roman adevarat stradal subteran
Sunt nou da ma simt un veteran
Transpirația imi curge dupa fata
Si am sa iti dau la coaste sa nu te mai văd în viata
Ma declar împăratul underground ului oficial
Stau si cant de pe un tron de oase
Moartea si a rupt pe.mine prea multe coase
Cuvinte reale nu doar rime frumoase
Imi pun gluga pe cap si merg mai departe
Am sânge n coaie o dau cu voi parte n parte
Sunt un veteran al strazii si am trecut prin multe lupte
Am avut in mana atâtea capete rupte
Cicatrici si urme de batalie
Un caracter fara frica plin de tărie
I *flip* tracks like *parkour* , I'm the clout *gainer*
And dedicated to hit back non-profound haters
Money *talk* , *Presidents' speech* , I got *loud paper*
So not messing with me, it sounds safer
Fake *middlemen* MCs put to *sleep* , call it *Narco*-lepsy
I *far-go* like *wells* , *all over the world* , *got settlements for centuries*
I'm a *soldier* , I *fight* for *green* , got a *thick celery*
If you think I'm ass, I'll hurl boulders, and school you, elementary
Stretch: "KANGAROO PEEPEE!"😂
Kool Keith: "Yeauh...."😎
I am writing this from another phone the first one gone in the middle of this beat.
It is fucking awesome
RIP Big L
Hella dope big fire 📀📀📀
vibing to tha best, telling my inner self to piss off,
akon to big L moving big steps, inner peace is all i need,
I wake up to get high, to start my day fresh, ready to fk shit up,
I respect tha legends, an da side dey rep, old skool is wea its at,
Lmaoooooo
الجزائر و المغرب خاوة خاوة
The real name of beat is pitch black - Show and prove
@Rico Risken It's produced by Lord Finesse
@@MurderToCassette - are we able to use this without profiting?
@@Schlingensiepanator why you ask random people on youtube? Call Finesse.
@@NIMMHATVRapBeats hahahahaha exactly... you are going to spoil the beat
KEFREEEEEEEEEEEEEEN
POZDRAWIAM CAŁĄ EKIPĘ😎
''If my girl think I'm loyal"
ThugBR then that bitch is a fool
evan mack and tell where, all these niggas got they whole style from, so what you actin for you ain’t half as raw you neeed to practice more, somebody tell this nigga son, for’ I crack his jaw, you runnin wit boys I’m runnin w men, ima be rippin the mic until ima hunnit n ten. Have y’all niggas damnit this nigga done done it again
@@vinnyrivera5396 I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops, sport a pretty watch, eight hundred and fifty rocks🤯
it will be possible to acquire the license to use this beat
I swear to god
To battle me ya must be fit
I talk, flow, rap yall sit
My mind i search for rhymes to get
Yall start showin love to me like a pet
This record yall i set, catch ya ass with a net, like an insect
Perfect, the lyrical flow i conjure from my mouth as it flows onto the floor
I charge at my high standards like a bore i can neva quit until my legs go sore, blood leakin now its gore, run for the door
Im ascending, yall cant comprehend, caw like a hen, battle cry my words i send, i come in yall bend prepare for destrctuon
im a villain like the DOOM, gettin high off a shroom, u was left in the dust need a broom, zoom into the boom the explosion shatters ur mind
addicted to my rhymes, yall listenin whats the times? 2PM left me on the jack came back its after dark tick tack where the time went
my flow will take yo mind into a daydream, spacin out trynna understand a thing, like how yall studyin fossils, my tracks go back in time
where it was grime, underground jime, inhale it face turn green like a pine i feen for the money that generates the cake, the dough i bake, shake the characta so he wake
for sovrims sake, yall people like leeches yall fake plump like some peaches clump up like ants when foreign edibles are dropped, new flows are being copped, copied style for style, i rile up the people in the pit, yall smell like shit, thats what its like, get that toothpaste before speakin, its my words ur ears be seekin, ur fears no sleepin, my extraordinary words creepin into yo mind cravin more; addiction starts shit gets real, yo mind is like a fish time to reel in, eat yo ass up like a dish, cuz yall be feedin me, yall trynna unlock my potential get that key in my brain u extract my inside shit, it comes out vocally, poke the knee, musical chords so yall can see, lyrics crazy as fuck, im like a nuke being dropped, metalfaced doom, my mind wont stop, generatin, send the ratin for my songs i be droppin i know yall cravin, savin bar for far in yo man cave in
Im Pulling strings
Orcastrating scenes
Like stephen king
Godfather to these flows
Now kiss my ring
I aint the one to believe in silly things
Like redbull gives you wings
The truth stings
Haters try to study my moves
Gotta keep 3moves ahead
Like a game of chess
Gotta protect my queen
In the game of life
Where people win and lose
Gotta keep on pushing through
Days turn to nights
The atmosphere
Feeling like de ja vu
Looking up at the stars
That shine beyond the moon
Supplying my route
To a brighter future
Gotta watch out for them
Newts
That will turn savage for that tuna
Crocadiles and annacondas
Smile in your face
But stab you in the back
Check the logic
Thats a cold hearted fact
Paint a picture with color
And maybe the world
Wont be so white and black
The love we lack
Losing trust
Imma need me a polygraph
Paint a perfect picture like mona lisa
Call it my art attack
You aint even on my level
You gonna need a starter pack
Ioyalty is rare like an artefact
These lyrics are as real as my flesh
Battle with me it will be a train wreck
Outcast to rap
Watch me rip the decks
Twist the necks
Like Vietnam War vets
If you answer back
Yeah!!!!! ❤
Плачут небеса
Мои нервы не в порядке
Оставлю все тут на виду
Но не играю в ваши прятки
Мистер президент скажите кто вы есть
Находясь в этом сером мраке
Быть обитателям ада правда не легко?
Продать душу дьяволу правда не легко?
Когда за душой совсем ничего
Они хотели сказать что ты ничего не достоин
Но лишь одна удача и ты доблестный воин
Те нити которые связывают твои корни
Борись за душу и будешь снова довольный
Поймал волну ловим вайб
Все кричали что ты тру
Но всем насрать
Все кричали что ты лгун
Но всем насрать
У у у у у у у
Whose the 9 haters dat thumbs down this dope 98 beat
mumble rappers & trap-only producers i guess. Or people that got killed by Big L inna battle or song
there is no real reason to dislike this banger
black legends never die
Conversations over pasta discussing The split how we gonna chop it up when we done with the bricks all I know is I’m kill it every time when I spit lord knows I need the cash yo I’m runnin a muck go broke I got my mask n a gun in the truck just hope I ain’t gotta take it there n risk of al
Off da hook like coat and pocket books how ya pockets looks hood on probably crooks
Big L Rest in Peace!
of course this some heat. it was uploaded on march 10...a real nigga birthday
Yes, I am what you would call a "conspiracy theorist" in a sense. But I got deep into hip hop in 2016, and it wasn't till this year of 2024 that I got really introduced to Big L. I'm not saying that it's true, but the fact that I've learned a crap ton of hip hop and its history and still didn't know anything on L till now, def makes me think some peeps are right about Jay-Z suppressing his music after he died🤷♂️
I also got introduced to L early this year and he has become one of my favorite rappers oat
Charlie Brown in the hood
He looks handsome with the glasses
it’s actually a song by lord finesse called pitch black is the real real instrumental
Very much so very much I love
grande negri segui en esta
tuerie
Muelo mi flor kief en el bong
Delivering snow grams, I glow, damn
Fucking with me its like Big L's last name I'll have you eating coal man
Hustling till I'm in Fiji bored
The devil guides every word I say like a Ouija board
Eight hundred and fifty rocks.
In the gutter one g
Hey!!!!! Boooooooooo
Mexican vars
bout to put Method Man acapella Plo Style over this
Conversations over pasta discussing The split how we gonna chop it up when we done with the bricks all I know is I’m kill it every time when I spit lord knows I need the cash yo I’m runnin muck N if I go broke I got my mask n the gun in the truck
u harder than eminem bro
Desu, ehhh kinda cliche and lacking. Takes hardworking to got gud so keep practicing
In school I was a fool,
Wasn’t paying attention,
I was gettin free lunches like another suspension,
Classrooms like a dungeon to a youngin, depressin,
So I was in the locker room inside ya locker an stressin,
This beat yoo , did other MCs spit on this ?
Original song: ruclips.net/video/G1aBmfY3zjA/видео.html
mirando al cielo por que abajo no hay bueno,
el calor de los mios, aunque haga frio con hielo,
quizas por fuera rio pero por dentro me muero,
quizas me falte mucho pa demostrar que te quiero
no pidas calma, pa lante como un toro,
quizas no tengo plata pero mis letras son oro,
lo besos de esa flaca me hacen olvidarlo todo,
su cuerpo es droga por eso ahora tengo el mono,
me bajo y por si acaso agarro el mecha en el bolsillo,
yo no te cuento na e lo que me pasa me lo callo,
aprendo de cada fallo desde que era un niño,
Kinda tired
Big L…….bout ta get in to some shit
This beat makes me want to steal money from the poor and give it to the rich
Lord Finesse - Show & Prove
Branching out on my own shoot dad handin me keys see the difference between us our roots and family trees.
Yoyoyooo
[Verse 1]
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expanding my chips
You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp
A while back, I used to hustle, selling blow in the park
Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie hunting
Trigger temper, I'm quick to body something
You looking at me like I'm probably fronting
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best
I stopped hanging around y'all
'Cause niggas like you be praying on my downfall
Hoping I flop, hoping I stop
You probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smoking the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Fucking punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you
You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you
You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit
Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool
How come? You can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from
So what you acting for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'mma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggas like "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm making wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on your niggas
And rob every last one of you niggas
[Verse 2]
Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
(Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out
Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken
I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin'
I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out
Keep fronting and I'mma choke you till your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that?
Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight
Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
That pussy was tight - gripping my dick like a pair of pliers
You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires
It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smoking
My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open
I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug
That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week, bring a different car out
Go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain’t a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
'Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do shit that only tough men do
And them cats you with-fuck them too, I’ll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga
No dough, always on the train-ass nigga
Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga
You got fucked upstate, you cupcake
How many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every bitch in my path
I was fucking chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
Yo, I’mma take you out your misery
And after this, nigga
Put you in the social study book 'cause you’re history
why would it be butthead
oh my bad i forgot who beavis is
@@yeetwchybaban no way you just asked that💀
Anyone know whats the "krrrrrrr" sound name?
Eminem - Real Slim Shady (acapella)
Eminem - Hazardous Youth (Acapella) (HQ AUDIO)
big l rest in peace
kinda tired
Is there any way I can download this beat
🔥🔥
bang
My flow lengendary like big l. Super lyrical like pac and pun. These new dudes just mumble that's not rap but non sense. 99.9 percent of all the music on the radio is subject matter less. I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death. Life is a struggle but everyday i maintain.
Walter Clark fire
🗑
Cuz new rap is taking ideas from other genres like rock and metal. Stop being closed minded and try to listen to music out of your comfort zone. You will be surprised to see how music can convey ideas without strong lyrics. I recommend learning to understand classical music too.
No disrespect to lyrical rap. I love all music.
Lmao Walter get that fake deep shit outta here pump can rap better than yo wannabe ass
Thats one Im not gonna play for my mom...
Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expanding my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park
Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something
You looking at me like I'm probably fronting
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you
Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Fucking punk, you ain't a leader what, nobody followed you
You was never shit, your mother should have swallowed you
You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit
Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come? You can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from
So what you acting for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'ma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm making wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on your niggas
And rob every last one of you niggas
[Verse: 2]
Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
(Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out
Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken
I should rob you but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin'
I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out
Keep fronting and I'ma choke you till your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that
Yo, I’m not in the mood son, so don’t push me tonight
Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
That pussy was tight - gripping my dick like a pair of pliers
You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires
It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I’ma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
My album is done, so no there ain't no parts open
I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug
That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week bring a different car out
Go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain’t a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do shit that only tough men do
And them cats you with fuck them too, I’ll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga
No dough, always on the train-ass nigga
Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga
You got fucked upstate, you cupcake
How many dicks can your butt take
I ran through every bitch in my path
I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
Yo, I’m a take you out your misery
And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book cause you’re history