I used audio isolation through free website, usually i google vocal remover and find something. Yes I love doing that with beats I don't see posted, been looking for this too. God Bless!
I'm going to be lame and self censor certain words just so that RUclips doesn't automatically detect and then delete this post. Happy karaoke I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album You looked at me like "Yeah nickle, right." But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum Powder, how's about them oranges Moved away from home to school with big plans By day, studied the history of music By night, just to pay for that sheet, you'd dance To get your pants was a mission impossible We were both the same age but I Suppose wasn't on the same page but in The same book of life so I'd paged you when I felt you that were getting off of work Or either when you're on your way to school We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert And in my idle head I'm thinking cool Just when I think I'm going down your shirt You're hiking up your skirt now The events that followed had me volley If your hometown would be heaven or hell The angelic nastiness you possessed made you By far the best therefore hard to tell You'd dropped me off by the dungeon Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering Now are these needles in this house up to something Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function? Well, yes and no, yes we were selling it but no it wasn't blow Cook it in the basement then move it at a show Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, hooo Meanwhile the video starts playing BET college radio and a van Packed full of needus with one in their hand And one in their ear you know what I'm saying But, I kept your number in my old phone Got a new chip flip with the roam roam So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits But I promised I would call you when I got home But, when I got home I never did By the time I did, heard that you had a kid By some needed in Decatur who replied see you later When he got the good news, that's life sheet Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac My navel had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop So I got glock and a low jack You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw And never said much 'cause half of what he saw Was so far from that place you wanna be That words only funk it up more follow me Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at? Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back But keep in mind, at the time 'Keep it real' was the phrase Ain't gon' say it now, but those were the days When spring break and Daytona and Freakniks Made you wanna drop out of college and never go back Move to the South but that ain't a Kodak Moment, on went myself and Big Boi Well you knew him as Twan That's right you were around before this sheet begun When Twan had a daughter and Sort of was made to mature before the first tour We hit the road like Jack Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?" And I'd laughed and they just keep smiling No, I'm from Atlanta baby he from Savannah, maybe We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants 15-love fit like glove, description is like 15 doves In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree? Enough about me, how's about you? How's the lil' kid? She was about 2 the last time we spoke I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink 'Cause I'd start the 2nd album off on another note Now, that note threw some sneezes in the hood off But see I'd balled out, and before I fall out I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed The brain is that fried egg I might need New direction was apparent, I was a child looking at the floor staring So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street To make bread, never primary concern Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn I'd meet Muslims, ganstas, business, rastas And macaroni nickles, imposters So on a trip to New York on some beeswax I get invited to a club where MC's at And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with Which I was rocking at the time When I was going through them phases trying to find Anything that seemed real in the world Still searching, but I started liking this girl Maybe you know her, it's Erykah on and on Badu Call Tyrone on the phone why you Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name We're young, in love, in short we had fun No regrets no abortion, had a son by the name of Seven and he's five By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six You do the arithmetic we do the language arts Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded we throw the darts To poke you in the heart and take you from the start To one luxury transportation and a Marta card Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims, you give it bump You give it all your time 'cause that's all you can think about And that's as far as I got
Underrated beat for sure
It`s about time someone did an instrumental. 💪💪
I met you at the club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy was coming out with an album
She looked at me like yeah nigga right 😂🔥
Nice!!!!!
Did you recreate the sounds or added an effect to take out the vocals? I've been looking for this instrumental for over a decade bro lol
Same here, I’m happy somebody finally solo’d the beat!
I used audio isolation through free website, usually i google vocal remover and find something. Yes I love doing that with beats I don't see posted, been looking for this too. God Bless!
I can still heard Andre but very softly….unless that’s how the beat really is
I'm going to be lame and self censor certain words just so that RUclips doesn't automatically detect and then delete this post.
Happy karaoke
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like "Yeah nickle, right."
But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, just to pay for that sheet, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
The same book of life so I'd paged you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley
If your hometown would be heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possessed made you
By far the best therefore hard to tell
You'd dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these needles in this house up to something
Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?
Well, yes and no, yes we were selling it but no it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, hooo
Meanwhile the video starts playing
BET college radio and a van
Packed full of needus with one in their hand
And one in their ear you know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some needed in Decatur who replied see you later
When he got the good news, that's life sheet
Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My navel had a Lex with the gold pack
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much 'cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only funk it up more follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
But keep in mind, at the time 'Keep it real' was the phrase
Ain't gon' say it now, but those were the days
When spring break and Daytona and Freakniks
Made you wanna drop out of college and never go back
Move to the South but that ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went myself and Big Boi
Well you knew him as Twan
That's right you were around before this sheet begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like Jack
Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?"
And I'd laughed and they just keep smiling
No, I'm from Atlanta baby he from Savannah, maybe
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants
15-love fit like glove, description is like 15 doves
In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
Enough about me, how's about you? How's the lil' kid?
She was about 2 the last time we spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
'Cause I'd start the 2nd album off on another note
Now, that note threw some sneezes in the hood off
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall out
I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent, I was a child looking at the floor staring
So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street
To make bread, never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
I'd meet Muslims, ganstas, business, rastas
And macaroni nickles, imposters
So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where MC's at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rocking at the time
When I was going through them phases trying to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searching, but I started liking this girl
Maybe you know her, it's Erykah on and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
We're young, in love, in short we had fun
No regrets no abortion, had a son by the name of Seven and he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic we do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded we throw the darts
To poke you in the heart and take you from the start
To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims, you give it bump
You give it all your time 'cause that's all you can think about
And that's as far as I got