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Drought on the block n the price looking mad Certain man paying over a bag Just the other day my guy got bumped Tried do a whip it was mushy n crumbs Still got it gone made it back ona next one In a German wack the whip into sport 4 pipes on the ride but its 2 door Press the gass to the floor Hear the engine raw Bring a bally to the move They dont kno what they saw I need money need more I cudnt live poor When im out Grind i give it my all Get my stacks looking tall If it aint money i answering no call Cant stay around man that will make me stall I aint talking soccer Gotta stay on ball
Inspiring rapper and going hard at 27 My purpose in progress I'm still guessing who sent me , heaven I'm on my grind anything slowing me down I start revving Coming from London by sea plotting to get the bread in Always been put down and guided back, signs given to me do you get them Got my reasons but wait till I'm on tele Big up my inner circle at my lowest they held me I'm always being genuine people come and go real ones always Bell me But Mostly vanish they hit a dead end that's what my boys tell me Unique rapper I feel energy shifting I'm bound to pop off Since I got back into this its all lock arf Never fake or lying can't call me a fucking knock off Self belief and confidence young soulz always dropping hotter Do everything for my boys loyalty and giving a token Got their backs brotherhood never broken My life is progressing cause I've been chosen Target practice talent is what I'm throwing from how I've spoken Balling hard styling it up like kobe eyes on the prize Humble and never too big for my boots always checking my size Living it up doing it all soon there'll be nothing I've tried Followed my heart since I lost a member For a while isolation was a thing my heart and soul was tender I keep her words in motion so with a smile jannah is where i send her Split personality cause young soulz is my inner demon I dont talk much cause high leagues is where my seeds in Clock work and dealing in absolutes like a parasite is how im feeding Poker face, look at me I could be bluffing or teasing But like minded people recognise the script their reading I have to admit hiphop's soul needs recovery How it all sounds the same now is a mad fuckery Analysing the game from different angles never been a sucker g If you want a professional job done do it yourself properly No cap young soulz stepping up there's no stopping me It's hard to register I have no ghost writer Battery dead then I switch to pen and pad from being a lyric typer If the evidence stacks up then I'm a black eyed fighter I pray people follow my sound like I'm the pipe piper
War from the trenches End up alone mentallly scarred with no friendship Anxious from drugs.. Only felt hatred and tension Smoking a life away on hedges and benson They killed brendon on watkin.. A couple bodies on fenton Its RIP bro.. But theyl remember to forget to mention Exemption, redemption with no intervention
Un cœur unique aux visages multiples Le Diable multiplie ses disciples L'humain se précipite vers son précipice J'm'entraine a devenir love and peace Mais les lovés remplissent mon esprit Depuis l'enfance, je maîtrise ce vice On commence tous novice, mais chaque vécu nous forge Dans mes défauts, j'extraie la force Plus de temps à perdre, j'passe les rapports de force Loin de ces faux rappeurs, mensongère est leur prose Arroser mon cœur de foi, j'suis tel une rose épineuse Aux pensées sombres, quand j'tiens l'opinel Succession d'épreuve, j'les rembarre Mais la mort sera mon rempart J'suis fier de mes ren-pas J'invoque pour eux dans chaque priere Mate le constat de l'état, sont la source de tous debat et dégâts Le peuple se dégrade, faut être Hardcore pour monter les grades Dieu, garde-moi de pas finir ingrats le coeur crade L'argent salit tes valeurs Et finit par te cramer
J'suis scredi, évite les crédits, j'me contiens pour pas finir comme Freddy J'nique tous ces pédo, ceux qui se se cachent, ceux qui sont apparent Te fie pas à l'habit, méfie toi des paroles Mettre la mif à l'abri, avant ma propre personne Je sais où je vais, je sais d'où je viens Y a de la boue et de la pluie qui accompagne mes épreuves Mais quoiqu'il arrive, on perd la boussole Seul contre tous, c'est nous contre eux Le peuple contre l'état et tout ce qui le supporte Chacun porte son fardeau, la misere remplit le sac à dos Le destin c'est un effet domino, et la vie fais pas de cadeau Le game est devenu poison, et mon rap l'antidote Quand tes rentré en prison, dans ma tete cetait la revolte J'ai renoncé au braco au vol, a la bicravd dans le hall A trop Le bluff marche pas sur mon 59 Le crime paie mais tu finis par le payer Si tu trime, ça paie moins mais ça t'apporte la paix au moins J'ai été témoin d'avoir assister à ton trépas T'avoir cotoyé j'le regrette pas Dieu nous accorde juste un decret, avant le declin Ta mort m'a fait un reel declic C'est le meilleur des rappels et le rappel profite Mauvais profil, on me recrute qu'à la cité J'aiguise la plume mon vécu Seuls les plus convaincus ont vaincue Comble mes lacunes, aucune rancune Travailler mes acquis, chaque punch une bombe sur Nagasaki J'me consacre au choses sacré J'me sacralise, surveille
Останусь искать среди вороха дни Любовь, не дури меня, я знаю быль Любовь, детка, где мои крылья? Вместо них в плечи нам вцепились демоны стиля Дважды крылья у твари не растут Всё, что было, - спалил в этом Аду Стон сирен, от него бегу на слух В черноте подворотен мы Jumpfoot Холодным металлом прикоснись ко лбу (прикоснись ко лбу) Выстрелом ворона даже не спугнуть (даже не спугнуть) Улица вытянет щупальца, как спрут (как спрут) Медленно обнимет, утащит ко дну (утащит ко дну) Нарисуй крылья мне почерком классика Трафарет на спину олдскульной мастерки Память запачкана липкими пальцами На лестничной клетке запахом пластика Солнце опалит, не наградит нимбом Дотла пиксели, выжжена картинка Тропа запутана, тёмный лес Лимбо Жизнь перемалывает, будто гриндер
Ima write til the ink goes empty Trust me we gonna keep shit friendly Us man don't drive no Bentley Duck taped yeh please don't tempt me Came up in a clapped up car, still got the keys that Jamie gave me Ain't go no cash but I quarantee when it come to the bars got plenty Enemies round here got plenty 10, 16 going on 20 Came through in a blacked out suit, John wick with a pencil when I frenzy Ima write til the ink goes empty Trust me we gonna keep shit friendly Chanisawas back there I got plenty Samurai sword out like genji Pupils dilated, lyrical content high rated Like balrog from lord of the ring ima leave their tracks cremated I don't drink too much champagne that shit cost too much let's face it Order a cheap vodka with a couple of of bags on tip get wasted Nicholas cage on face off I go round switching faces Keep talking that big one until we switching places I don't work in hmv but I'm always catching cases Jacked mc left and right good night need dental braces Losing grip off the game like l'm David seaman This is my reason, back of the car ducked up like neeson Lyrical metaphors just beat him, weak ass mes don't need them 6'0 growing a Viking beard but they know l'm not Norwegian I don't need no label, I rock shit like babies cradles Put a shotgun to my head, leave a hole like bacon bagels I will eat MCs like maple, get stuck to the wall like staples Screws loose in the head up here, but I ain't no broken table
They must think that I rap to make P”s If that’s the case Then we ain’t got the same dream It’s money if the rap goes clear Milli views on my mind golden plaque like rapper of the year I don’t hold waps no nines never trapper of the year Humble on my bag I like a private life only time you’d ever see me wear a mask When it comes to graft g I’m fully on task
Resto calmo solo quando fumo della cronic Non mi bevo le stronzate solo gin tonic Meglio non far Tony qua tu abbassa i toni Fanno i video con i soldi ma dei genitori Okey okey non serve parlare servono i coglioni Le mi chiama honey solo per i money Non vedi la realtà tieni i para occhi Non ti aiuterá la para levatela oggi Ne usciremo bene pure senza sbocchi Devi stare calmo è inutile che sbrocchi Hai dei nodi al pettine e perché non li sbrogli Hai opportunità quindi perché non le cogli Amico meglio se corri parti e poi non torni la verità è là fuori non in sti palazzi sporchi Sto accorto di emozioni non ti sei accorto dei soci che stanno sorridendo senza niente là fuori
ik heb telang gewacht voor dit… vele in de scene… die zijn aan.. maar niet zo hard als ik.. zat in een winterslaap.. 3 jaar.. ik heb mezelf ontwikkeld.. dus het kan niet zo meer zijn.. dat ik al me kansen mis het kan moeilijk zijn… het leven wat leven… bro ik weet al dat het lastig is.. vergis je niet.. weetje gister nog we hadden niks.. nu zit ik even in de kap… me driver komt pak… en al die stapels tel ik achterin.. ik kan die fles weer pakken. maar ik laat m staan.. zou ik dit niet doen… dan zou ik never staan voor cameras.. surinaamse roots.. maar voor me pa moet ik naar Ghana gaan. alles wat er fout ging heb ik mezelf aangedaan stappen zetten… maar ik check niet op apple watch… al dat rappen… wat ik doe heeft mij niet verbracht ik was niet tot laat in booth… maar leg een snelle acht.. lines.. voor je klaar…ookal heb ik geen pen op zak ik zoek naar papieren… me jongen… zit in hokken.. aan het lopen met wat scharen.. hij maakt gaten denim jas t zal je verbazen… wat er in me zit… en zie je potentie niet.. dan noem ik je blinden links verlies valt niet te accepteren.. ik ben als de Winst er is. gefaalde transactie… af en toe dan gaan er dingen mis.. kinderlijk.. hoe ze blijven haten… ja het hindert me… de aftrap al gedropt… laat het rollen.. nu beginnen we… blijf sprinten.. zorg ervoor dat het niet misloopt.. ik zet me flits aan.. wanneer ik in Mist loop.. en ja ik mis haar… ik was dom en ik was jong… maar ik heb spijt in die tijd dat ik geen money gooide in die focking bitcoin ze vragen mij wanneer.. wanneer release iets… maar dat artiesten libi wil ik liever niet wil geen hoes… wil wat show.. ik wil brieven zien.. dit is het enige wat ik kan… zeg die labels.. hou je bag… ik seer me ziel niet aan witmang Geef mij hengel leer mij hoe ik de vis vang, veel emotie… in me face.. maar er zit pijn achter me glimlach.. er zijn veel dingen die ik zeg.. maar ook dingen die jij niet weet de dingen jij rap.. bro ik weet dat jij dat niet leeft. ik weet t. jij zal mij begrijpen.. keek naar niemand op.. ik wou op m’n eigen lijken.. eigenwijze jongen… jij ziet dat we cijfers draaien… ik doe dit eenmans.. ook al is er een kans.. je gaat het zien. ik ga alles pakken.. de hele rapgame… is veranderd. weinig ‘echte’ die ze gunnen.. ookal is je flow uitmuntend. zullen zij altijd een reden vinden om te haten ze laten je daar beneden zitten… nahh,, please dont change on me.. ik heb dingen chest maar je weet het niet
Pali to xeri stin skandali, (pali, pali) Kapoionon kefali mallon tha tinaji, ye (ye) Theloun to kefali mou, den eimai entajei (entajei), ye Den koitaw pisw oti kai an einai, ektos kai an ine ble Vgenw apto spiti me tseph, gemato xrimata (cash) Pou an erthoune gia afta tha tous skotoso sigoura (si) Ta xeria mou den kseplenw apo tosa egklimata (einai tosa) Τη ψυχή μου δε πουλησα, ποτε για ψυχουλα (ποτε μου) Η ομαδα βγαζει φραγκα, ολη εξω τα βραδια
2024, I'm tryna elevate. I'ma show you man how to win, call that demonstrate. Just takin' the lyrics and educate what. You can't take me down cah I'm a heavyweight. Used to trap, now I rap, call that renovate. Foot on the pedal like I'm tryna accelerate. I ain't stop until my bank hits the figure eight. Lyrically so fire man screaming evacuate. Why these men around me so pessimistic? They're saying A2 just be realistic. Don't piss me off, man, I'll go ballistic. You don't like reality, don't throw shade on mine. I got bad B's poppin' up, lookin' fine. Sorry babe, but I ain't tryna whine and dine. Cah, I'm headin' to the top, I gotta show my shine. I came a long ass way from the bottom line. From the bottom line, from the trenches. Ain't no more sat shottin' on benches. Ain't no more bloody battles with wrenches. Haters gonna hate, don't waste your time. Cah I'm busy, I got a mountain to climb. And when the beats flowin' nice, I like to rhyme. I've been clockin' in, working overtime. To beat you, man, in this game called life. 15 when I first clutched the ting, 15 and my phone starts to ring 16 made my first quid in a week, locked up but a man know not to speak 17 man caught his first M, that wasn't just the start and it wasn't the end So man kept going cos a kid love the thrill So man kept going cos a kid love the drill So That's when it got serious cos he was set up to kill
Everytime i touch the Beat you know im keeping it Real Cah most these rappers their just Cappers i aint feeling Em Still i really been in the Field i really nearly been Killed ive been through Mad Heart Ache and i aint even Been Healed Nowadays i look at Life its like i know what its Worth when i think About my Mum you know that it Hurts i see Niggas Talk My Name when they Know im Not about but when i see Dem they dont speak their even Holding Their Book im the Type of Man to Pull up Leave a Hole in your Church and i dont stand Behind No Niggas i Just Poke Him up First i was Homeless with No Home Man Had a Sofa To Surf everyday i got No Luck its Like i Roll with a Curse im Never Sober im Burs He aint known for no Works so hows He Giving all this Verbal when he Knows hes a Nerd Sometimes i wake up Wishing i could just go on a Purge Tryna Make My Money Clean thats Cah i Grown in the Dirt
Mano ten cuidao con lo que dices Fuimos a x gallos volvimos con perdices Mi alma esta modo automático Mi cora e palpito estate rapido de los muertos salen lombrices Yo no se porque las cosas son como son Sale to como entra, eso nunca cambio Soñamos con un z y con pasear el cadenon Ta fuerte like absenta Im looking for dior Y ten cuidao tu con tus prendas que te quitan to
I CANT FOLLOW IN RELIGIONS..I WAS YOUNG N BROKE COMMANDMENTS..IV NEVER BEEN THE CHOSEN ONE..SO I JUST CHOSE TOO MAKE SOME BANGERS..I PUT MY THOUGHTS INTO BLESSINGS..BCUZ MY TRAUMA GAVE NO ANSWERS..FUCK THE COURTS N PROBATION..THEY THE ONES WHO LEFT ME BRANCHLESS..🥶🥶
Yo Yuno man came from trenches Tired of moving loose tired of sitting on benches I go to my guy say how much for a beat He sed lemme hear it now he got it on repeat Wen the man see they jus run retreat Run retreat cus there living so peak Tryna start beef bro it ain’t deep May not be deep But I’ll take it dere Wanna fuck w me I’ll give you a scare Yuno I don’t lack I don’t care All der man moving so wet Tryna make a living while the udda man on ket Udda man on ket bro dere wasting there lives They fink Dey so tough lil bro u ain’t wise Take one step gunna meet ur demise Got a pretty gyal I be looking in her eyes Yo Yh I’ve been smoking on dis Cali Got me feeling dizzy Made a name for myself Yuno it’s jbizzy Go meet the plug Yh say nizzy
fuck around with wrong people get dusted i hear man been gettin sweet cake and custard never been bait in my life so its clear why man like me never been busted im on the road in the rain with my akhis and brothers snatch your chain if you step to close im backing some gunners i aint talking bout no snitches tho im talking bout nuttas and when we ask if youve been chatting shit you put it on mothers thats mad i go by savino or tonez and when this shit up in my system i feel like rapping in rome cus im a spartan whether im on road or at home and i flow like the river nile dont care about hoes cus i dont chase cats i chase bags and write poems and when i hear that alarm go im up and im on it cant say that its been a while since hopping on bonnets but i can say that its been a while since i made my first profit
This ‘N’ That - [Verse 1] I've been wearing Gucci in the flats (Gucci) Way before I ever put my music on the map (True) I've been moving stupid with a shooter on my lap I'm never moving with a crew I'd rather do it on my jack Paranoid about some dudes I knew we're gonna lag They'd ruin what I had and I'd go back to tuna noodles out the pack I don't believe in cupid, I seen bitches do it for a bag (I have) I'm really in the trap, I hate it though so who am I to brag I'm tryna patent up a ship and dock and cop it in containers I can tell already rapping not gon get me famous (Fuck it) Free my brother Celly, he been locked up in the cages (Free him) They can take us off the street but they can't stop us getting papers I just made a stack I'm boutta drop it all on trainers I just got a pack it taste like chocolate when I blaze it I remember days of chopping hot up with a razor Now I keep on selling shows out every time I hop on stages [Hook] I've been doing this 'n' that (Don't worry) Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!) We ain't going back to them commission flats I be on a mission with a dipper tryna flip a bag I've been doing this 'n' that Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!) We ain't going back to them commission flats (Never) So I'm out here risking everything to get a bigger stack [Verse 2] Everywhere I go these people recognise me A couple years ago these peeps would never like me Paranoid I'm reaching for the weapon by me Don't make me go and do something that's gonna jeopardise me I've been tryna change but I swear that these roads love me I just hit a lick, let's flip it and go country (Later) Fuck all of my opps I've never been so comfy If they want it, I'll comment RIP on the pic of their GoFundMe I ain't got time for the scene and all these rapper games My china plates only come to gigs tryna snatch a chain I rack my brain for ways to never go back again I wanna keep doing music, I swear that the trap has changed I miss the days with my brothers before I had a name Starving but if I had food all my brothers had a plate (Always) Started making money taking trips into Adelaide Now we bout to buy cribs of the shit that this rapping made [Hook] I've been doing this 'n' that (Don't worry) Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!) We ain't going back to them commission flats (Never) I be on a mission with a dipper tryna flip a bag I've been doing this 'n' that Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!) We ain't going back to them commission flats So I'm out here risking everything to get a bigger stack [Verse 3] I've been doing this that, people tell me kick back Devil want me dead, I gotta always keep a shiv dacked Scales in a cling wrap, neighbours tryna ring jacks I could make a phone call, get their baby kidnapped I'm really on the road I'm tryna leave my kids some real estate Hungry I come from nothing, that's probably why I feel this way I used to pop a seal a day, pour it up and peel away I'm tryna get this money it's the only way to heal the pain (Trap!)
J'kicke toujours les memes tracks, J'etais tellement dans la braque, que je ressentais plus la traque Apres la victoire, on trinque Que des travaux sans contrats, mais y a vla les contrainte Toujours des catastrophes, et ce jusqu'à la mort Toujours des zombies a la gare, et c'est Dieu qui me garde De pas tomber dans la came, y'a que pour lui que je pars en guerre Il m'arrive de baisser la garde, cest dans mon comportement On squatte dans les memes batiments, rien a bouger quasiment Cest le son de la jungle, car cest la d'où je viens J'raconterai la vie du peuple, du debut jusqu'à la fin On a connu la mort, la faim, puis les drogues, et les flingues Toujours les mêmes fringues, de père en fils, du grand frère au plus petit Le Diable, toujours mon seul ennemi, sinon que des adversaires Voilà un bon son sincère, pour les frères et les sœur Tout vient en temps et en heure, c'est sur Des potes qui trahissent pour des putes On vise toujours le meme but, toujours les mêmes rancunes Les lacunes se transforment en force, Ils appellent les renforts en face Toujours proche de mes darons, même j'suis plus à la baraque Je combats contre mes démons, en recheche de baraka Accepte moi avec tous mes défauts, avec tous mes vices et mes fautes On est tous fait de chair et d'os On tombe pas dans les mêmes pièges, mais on fait tous nos erreurs Pour les euros, pour quitter la misère J'baise la prod, toujours de la Cali sur la mizan Et y a toujours ce mec là, qui rate aucune prière Son bizness, c'est le makla, j'ai pas rencontré plus pieux Et subhanAllah, son commerce fonctionne du tonnerre Comme quoi, quand t'as la foi, y a rien qui peut te toucher Et t'as pas à t'en faire si tu finis cartoucher Faut esquiver l'enfer, se ranger avant que la mort nous touche Toujours les mêmes regard, la même degaine Toujours deter, même quand on est endetter Toujours les mêmes peines, les mêmes haines Très dur de fermer une plaie qui s'agrandit depuis des années Toujours les plus proches qui nous déçoivent Toujours mon passé qui refait surface Les mêmes flashback, ça me hante même dans les cauchemards Toujours trop de truc à dire, ça suffit jamais pour une prod Hardcore depuis le départ, mentale de fer, un cœur en or La même routine quand tu dors dehors Si dieu le veut, le futur sera rempli d'or Peu de sommeil, toujours dehors ils pensent que j'dors Toujours les mêmes codes, ceux qu'on apprend pas à l'école J'raconte ma vie, la tienne et tu le sais Jusqu'à la tombe, et ce depuis le berceau Jusqu'à la tombe, et ce depuis le berceau Ca serait mentir si j'dirais que je me suis fait seul Mais j'peux t'assurer que j' compte sur personne, et ce jusqu'au décès Ce son pour le peuple, malgré les épreuves, la merde On reste de marbre
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wow nearly 100k on this beat, my highest performing upload since starting this channel, Thanks Guys!
Well deserved!!!
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IN 8087 WE TRUZT SALUTE THE VIBE AND THE QUALITY VIDEO PRODUCTION lkeep up the great work UK RAP BEATS and similar channels venues // WITHOUT CONTENT LIKE THIS MANY OF US WOULDNT HAVE SURVIVED THE LAST 6 - 14 YEARS !!!! SUPPORT QUALITY CONTENT CREATORS EDITS AND REMAKEZ of GOOD MUSIC WITH URBAN APPEAL FOR NEXT GENERATION !!!
AmKZal va drop un banga sur ca soon❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Fyahhhhh! 👏
We got young smokes on this 🔥🔥🔥
Ten - Dispersal . He added some 🔥🔥🔥 Young smokes version is 💩💩💩💩💩
@@XplayPictures nah young smokes went hard
@@sabeatz405 low it, Type in Ten - Dispersal an then come back.. an tell me again who went hardest.
@@XplayPictures smokes still harder
@@sabeatz405 come out of it man bet you didnt even check it 😂
insane beat ...probz🔥
This Hard AF 💥
Hard 🎉
Hard asf
🔥🔥💯
Hard Af. You got a banger on your handz here bro
Drought on the block n the price looking mad
Certain man paying over a bag
Just the other day my guy got bumped
Tried do a whip it was mushy n crumbs
Still got it gone
made it back ona next one
In a German wack the whip into sport
4 pipes on the ride but its 2 door
Press the gass to the floor
Hear the engine raw
Bring a bally to the move
They dont kno what they saw
I need money need more
I cudnt live poor
When im out Grind i give it my all
Get my stacks looking tall
If it aint money i answering no call
Cant stay around man that will make me stall
I aint talking soccer
Gotta stay on ball
🔥🖤🔥
Inspiring rapper and going hard at 27
My purpose in progress I'm still guessing who sent me , heaven
I'm on my grind anything slowing me down I start revving
Coming from London by sea plotting to get the bread in
Always been put down and guided back, signs given to me do you get them
Got my reasons but wait till I'm on tele
Big up my inner circle at my lowest they held me
I'm always being genuine people come and go real ones always Bell me
But Mostly vanish they hit a dead end that's what my boys tell me
Unique rapper I feel energy shifting I'm bound to pop off
Since I got back into this its all lock arf
Never fake or lying can't call me a fucking knock off
Self belief and confidence young soulz always dropping hotter
Do everything for my boys loyalty and giving a token
Got their backs brotherhood never broken
My life is progressing cause I've been chosen
Target practice talent is what I'm throwing from how I've spoken
Balling hard styling it up like kobe eyes on the prize
Humble and never too big for my boots always checking my size
Living it up doing it all soon there'll be nothing I've tried
Followed my heart since I lost a member
For a while isolation was a thing my heart and soul was tender
I keep her words in motion so with a smile jannah is where i send her
Split personality cause young soulz is my inner demon
I dont talk much cause high leagues is where my seeds in
Clock work and dealing in absolutes like a parasite is how im feeding
Poker face, look at me I could be bluffing or teasing
But like minded people recognise the script their reading
I have to admit hiphop's soul needs recovery
How it all sounds the same now is a mad fuckery
Analysing the game from different angles never been a sucker g
If you want a professional job done do it yourself properly
No cap young soulz stepping up there's no stopping me
It's hard to register I have no ghost writer
Battery dead then I switch to pen and pad from being a lyric typer
If the evidence stacks up then I'm a black eyed fighter
I pray people follow my sound like I'm the pipe piper
Dope
melody by me💫
War from the trenches
End up alone mentallly scarred with no friendship
Anxious from drugs.. Only felt hatred and tension
Smoking a life away on hedges and benson
They killed brendon on watkin.. A couple bodies on fenton
Its RIP bro.. But theyl remember to forget to mention
Exemption, redemption with no intervention
Bro this gives man chills ❄ big up 👆
Un cœur unique aux visages multiples
Le Diable multiplie ses disciples
L'humain se précipite vers son précipice
J'm'entraine a devenir love and peace
Mais les lovés remplissent mon esprit
Depuis l'enfance, je maîtrise ce vice
On commence tous novice, mais chaque vécu nous forge
Dans mes défauts, j'extraie la force
Plus de temps à perdre, j'passe les rapports de force
Loin de ces faux rappeurs, mensongère est leur prose
Arroser mon cœur de foi, j'suis tel une rose épineuse
Aux pensées sombres, quand j'tiens l'opinel
Succession d'épreuve, j'les rembarre
Mais la mort sera mon rempart
J'suis fier de mes ren-pas
J'invoque pour eux dans chaque priere
Mate le constat de l'état, sont la source de tous debat et dégâts
Le peuple se dégrade, faut être Hardcore pour monter les grades
Dieu, garde-moi de pas finir ingrats le coeur crade
L'argent salit tes valeurs Et finit par te cramer
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J'suis scredi, évite les crédits, j'me contiens pour pas finir comme Freddy
J'nique tous ces pédo, ceux qui se se cachent, ceux qui sont apparent
Te fie pas à l'habit, méfie toi des paroles
Mettre la mif à l'abri, avant ma propre personne
Je sais où je vais, je sais d'où je viens
Y a de la boue et de la pluie qui accompagne mes épreuves
Mais quoiqu'il arrive, on perd la boussole
Seul contre tous, c'est nous contre eux
Le peuple contre l'état et tout ce qui le supporte
Chacun porte son fardeau, la misere remplit le sac à dos
Le destin c'est un effet domino, et la vie fais pas de cadeau
Le game est devenu poison, et mon rap l'antidote
Quand tes rentré en prison, dans ma tete cetait la revolte
J'ai renoncé au braco au vol, a la bicravd dans le hall
A trop
Le bluff marche pas sur mon 59
Le crime paie mais tu finis par le payer
Si tu trime, ça paie moins mais ça t'apporte la paix au moins
J'ai été témoin d'avoir assister à ton trépas
T'avoir cotoyé j'le regrette pas
Dieu nous accorde juste un decret, avant le declin
Ta mort m'a fait un reel declic
C'est le meilleur des rappels et le rappel profite
Mauvais profil, on me recrute qu'à la cité
J'aiguise la plume mon vécu
Seuls les plus convaincus ont vaincue
Comble mes lacunes, aucune rancune
Travailler mes acquis, chaque punch une bombe sur Nagasaki
J'me consacre au choses sacré
J'me sacralise, surveille
Останусь искать среди вороха дни
Любовь, не дури меня, я знаю быль
Любовь, детка, где мои крылья?
Вместо них в плечи нам вцепились демоны стиля
Дважды крылья у твари не растут
Всё, что было, - спалил в этом Аду
Стон сирен, от него бегу на слух
В черноте подворотен мы Jumpfoot
Холодным металлом прикоснись ко лбу (прикоснись ко лбу)
Выстрелом ворона даже не спугнуть (даже не спугнуть)
Улица вытянет щупальца, как спрут (как спрут)
Медленно обнимет, утащит ко дну (утащит ко дну)
Нарисуй крылья мне почерком классика
Трафарет на спину олдскульной мастерки
Память запачкана липкими пальцами
На лестничной клетке запахом пластика
Солнце опалит, не наградит нимбом
Дотла пиксели, выжжена картинка
Тропа запутана, тёмный лес Лимбо
Жизнь перемалывает, будто гриндер
grinding like fifty
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Ima write til the ink goes empty
Trust me we gonna keep shit friendly
Us man don't drive no Bentley
Duck taped yeh please don't tempt me
Came up in a clapped up car, still got the keys that Jamie
gave me
Ain't go no cash but I quarantee when it come to the bars got plenty
Enemies round here got plenty
10, 16 going on 20
Came through in a blacked out suit, John wick with a pencil when I frenzy
Ima write til the ink goes empty
Trust me we gonna keep shit friendly
Chanisawas back there I got plenty
Samurai sword out like genji
Pupils dilated, lyrical content high rated
Like balrog from lord of the ring ima leave their tracks cremated
I don't drink too much champagne that shit cost too much let's face it
Order a cheap vodka with a couple of of bags on tip get wasted
Nicholas cage on face off I go round switching faces
Keep talking that big one until we switching places
I don't work in hmv but I'm always catching cases
Jacked mc left and right good night need dental braces
Losing grip off the game like l'm David seaman
This is my reason, back of the car ducked up like neeson Lyrical metaphors just beat him, weak ass mes don't need them
6'0 growing a Viking beard but they know l'm not
Norwegian
I don't need no label, I rock shit like babies cradles
Put a shotgun to my head, leave a hole like bacon bagels I will eat MCs like maple, get stuck to the wall like staples Screws loose in the head up here, but I ain't no broken table
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They must think that I rap to make P”s
If that’s the case
Then we ain’t got the same dream
It’s money if the rap goes clear
Milli views on my mind golden plaque like rapper of the year
I don’t hold waps no nines never trapper of the year
Humble on my bag
I like a private life only time you’d ever see me wear a mask
When it comes to graft g I’m fully on task
Resto calmo solo quando fumo della cronic
Non mi bevo le stronzate solo gin tonic
Meglio non far Tony qua tu abbassa i toni
Fanno i video con i soldi ma dei genitori
Okey okey non serve parlare servono i coglioni
Le mi chiama honey solo per i money
Non vedi la realtà tieni i para occhi
Non ti aiuterá la para levatela oggi
Ne usciremo bene pure senza sbocchi
Devi stare calmo è inutile che sbrocchi
Hai dei nodi al pettine e perché non li sbrogli
Hai opportunità quindi perché non le cogli
Amico meglio se corri parti e poi non torni la verità è là fuori non in sti palazzi sporchi
Sto accorto di emozioni non ti sei accorto dei soci che stanno sorridendo senza niente là fuori
ik heb telang gewacht voor dit…
vele in de scene… die zijn aan.. maar niet zo hard als ik..
zat in een winterslaap.. 3 jaar.. ik heb mezelf ontwikkeld.. dus het kan niet zo meer zijn.. dat ik al me kansen mis
het kan moeilijk zijn… het leven wat leven… bro ik weet al dat het lastig is..
vergis je niet.. weetje gister nog we hadden niks..
nu zit ik even in de kap… me driver komt pak… en al die stapels tel ik achterin..
ik kan die fles weer pakken. maar ik laat m staan..
zou ik dit niet doen… dan zou ik never staan voor cameras..
surinaamse roots.. maar voor me pa moet ik naar Ghana gaan.
alles wat er fout ging heb ik mezelf aangedaan
stappen zetten… maar ik check niet op apple watch…
al dat rappen… wat ik doe heeft mij niet verbracht
ik was niet tot laat in booth… maar leg een snelle acht..
lines.. voor je klaar…ookal heb ik geen pen op zak
ik zoek naar papieren…
me jongen… zit in hokken.. aan het lopen met wat scharen.. hij maakt gaten denim jas
t zal je verbazen… wat er in me zit…
en zie je potentie niet.. dan noem ik je blinden links
verlies valt niet te accepteren.. ik ben als de Winst er is.
gefaalde transactie… af en toe dan gaan er dingen mis..
kinderlijk.. hoe ze blijven haten… ja het hindert me…
de aftrap al gedropt… laat het rollen.. nu beginnen we…
blijf sprinten.. zorg ervoor dat het niet misloopt..
ik zet me flits aan.. wanneer ik in Mist loop..
en ja ik mis haar… ik was dom en ik was jong… maar ik heb spijt in die tijd dat ik geen money gooide in die focking bitcoin
ze vragen mij wanneer.. wanneer release iets…
maar dat artiesten libi wil ik liever niet
wil geen hoes… wil wat show.. ik wil brieven zien..
dit is het enige wat ik kan…
zeg die labels.. hou je bag… ik seer me ziel niet aan witmang
Geef mij hengel leer mij hoe ik de vis vang,
veel emotie… in me face.. maar er zit pijn achter me glimlach..
er zijn veel dingen die ik zeg..
maar ook dingen die jij niet weet
de dingen jij rap.. bro ik weet dat jij dat niet leeft.
ik weet t.
jij zal mij begrijpen..
keek naar niemand op.. ik wou op m’n eigen lijken..
eigenwijze jongen… jij ziet dat we cijfers draaien…
ik doe dit eenmans.. ook al is er een kans.. je gaat het zien. ik ga alles pakken..
de hele rapgame… is veranderd.
weinig ‘echte’ die ze gunnen..
ookal is je flow uitmuntend.
zullen zij altijd een reden vinden
om te haten ze laten je daar beneden zitten…
nahh,, please dont change on me..
ik heb dingen chest maar je weet het niet
Pali to xeri stin skandali, (pali, pali)
Kapoionon kefali mallon tha tinaji, ye (ye)
Theloun to kefali mou, den eimai entajei (entajei), ye
Den koitaw pisw oti kai an einai, ektos kai an ine ble
Vgenw apto spiti me tseph, gemato xrimata (cash)
Pou an erthoune gia afta tha tous skotoso sigoura (si)
Ta xeria mou den kseplenw apo tosa egklimata (einai tosa)
Τη ψυχή μου δε πουλησα, ποτε για ψυχουλα (ποτε μου)
Η ομαδα βγαζει φραγκα, ολη εξω τα βραδια
🥶🥶Hard beat bro smooth as fuck dont know what to write got 4 flows for it 🤣🤣
Use all 4 😂
2024, I'm tryna elevate.
I'ma show you man how to win, call that demonstrate.
Just takin' the lyrics and educate what.
You can't take me down cah I'm a heavyweight. Used to trap, now I rap, call that renovate.
Foot on the pedal like I'm tryna accelerate.
I ain't stop until my bank hits the figure eight. Lyrically so fire man screaming evacuate.
Why these men around me so pessimistic?
They're saying A2 just be realistic.
Don't piss me off, man, I'll go ballistic.
You don't like reality, don't throw shade on mine.
I got bad B's poppin' up, lookin' fine.
Sorry babe, but I ain't tryna whine and dine.
Cah, I'm headin' to the top, I gotta show my shine.
I came a long ass way from the bottom line.
From the bottom line, from the trenches.
Ain't no more sat shottin' on benches.
Ain't no more bloody battles with wrenches.
Haters gonna hate, don't waste your time.
Cah I'm busy, I got a mountain to climb.
And when the beats flowin' nice, I like to rhyme.
I've been clockin' in, working overtime. To beat you, man, in this game called life.
15 when I first clutched the ting, 15 and my phone starts to ring
16 made my first quid in a week, locked up but a man know not to speak
17 man caught his first M, that wasn't just the start and it wasn't the end
So man kept going cos a kid love the thrill
So man kept going cos a kid love the drill
So That's when it got serious cos he was set up to kill
Speed it up
note a?
Everytime i touch the Beat you know im keeping it Real Cah most these rappers their just Cappers i aint feeling Em Still i really been in the Field i really nearly been Killed ive been through Mad Heart Ache and i aint even Been Healed Nowadays i look at Life its like i know what its Worth when i think About my Mum you know that it Hurts i see Niggas Talk My Name when they Know im Not about but when i see Dem they dont speak their even Holding Their Book im the Type of Man to Pull up Leave a Hole in your Church and i dont stand Behind No Niggas i Just Poke Him up First i was Homeless with No Home Man Had a Sofa To Surf everyday i got No Luck its Like i Roll with a Curse im Never Sober im Burs He aint known for no Works so hows He Giving all this Verbal when he Knows hes a Nerd Sometimes i wake up Wishing i could just go on a Purge Tryna Make My Money Clean thats Cah i Grown in the Dirt
You couldn’t live what I’ve lived
You haven’t seen what I’ve seen
Everyday I take risks
Serving white with the b
Im talking more than moneyyyyyy if ykyk
am feeling make a track on this, shoot a music vid and go viral.
Mano ten cuidao con lo que dices
Fuimos a x gallos volvimos con perdices
Mi alma esta modo automático
Mi cora e palpito estate rapido de los muertos salen lombrices
Yo no se porque las cosas son como son
Sale to como entra, eso nunca cambio
Soñamos con un z y con pasear el cadenon
Ta fuerte like absenta
Im looking for dior
Y ten cuidao tu con tus prendas que te quitan to
I CANT FOLLOW IN RELIGIONS..I WAS YOUNG N BROKE COMMANDMENTS..IV NEVER BEEN THE CHOSEN ONE..SO I JUST CHOSE TOO MAKE SOME BANGERS..I PUT MY THOUGHTS INTO BLESSINGS..BCUZ MY TRAUMA GAVE NO ANSWERS..FUCK THE COURTS N PROBATION..THEY THE ONES WHO LEFT ME BRANCHLESS..🥶🥶
Yo Yuno man came from trenches
Tired of moving loose tired of sitting on benches
I go to my guy say how much for a beat
He sed lemme hear it now he got it on repeat
Wen the man see they jus run retreat
Run retreat cus there living so peak
Tryna start beef bro it ain’t deep
May not be deep
But I’ll take it dere
Wanna fuck w me I’ll give you a scare
Yuno I don’t lack I don’t care
All der man moving so wet
Tryna make a living while the udda man on ket
Udda man on ket bro dere wasting there lives
They fink Dey so tough lil bro u ain’t wise
Take one step gunna meet ur demise
Got a pretty gyal I be looking in her eyes
Yo Yh I’ve been smoking on dis Cali
Got me feeling dizzy
Made a name for myself
Yuno it’s jbizzy
Go meet the plug Yh say nizzy
jdiscrime tout mes racks jchoose que les billet bruns
What’s the bpm for this beat ?
180
fuck around with wrong people
get dusted
i hear man been gettin sweet
cake and custard
never been bait in my life
so its clear why man like me never been busted
im on the road in the rain
with my akhis and brothers
snatch your chain
if you step to close
im backing some gunners
i aint talking bout no snitches tho
im talking bout nuttas
and when we ask if youve been chatting shit
you put it on mothers
thats mad
i go by savino or tonez
and when this shit up in my system
i feel like rapping in rome
cus im a spartan
whether im on road or at home
and i flow like the river nile
dont care about hoes
cus i dont chase cats
i chase bags and write poems
and when i hear that alarm go
im up and im on it
cant say that its been a while
since hopping on bonnets
but i can say that its been a while since i made my first profit
how much for a beat? wrote a track and wanna release
Hit the link in description bro you can lease it there
It’s free 😂
@@mogze_fkn_d6652 free for non profit only 🤦🏻♀️
@@mogze_fkn_d6652free for no profit use
@@mogze_fkn_d6652 they never free, when it's listed as free beat...it means nobody used it yet, I used to think that same thing.
This ‘N’ That -
[Verse 1]
I've been wearing Gucci in the flats (Gucci)
Way before I ever put my music on the map (True)
I've been moving stupid with a shooter on my lap
I'm never moving with a crew I'd rather do it on my jack
Paranoid about some dudes I knew we're gonna lag
They'd ruin what I had and I'd go back to tuna noodles out the pack
I don't believe in cupid, I seen bitches do it for a bag (I have)
I'm really in the trap, I hate it though so who am I to brag
I'm tryna patent up a ship and dock and cop it in containers
I can tell already rapping not gon get me famous (Fuck it)
Free my brother Celly, he been locked up in the cages (Free him)
They can take us off the street but they can't stop us getting papers
I just made a stack I'm boutta drop it all on trainers
I just got a pack it taste like chocolate when I blaze it
I remember days of chopping hot up with a razor
Now I keep on selling shows out every time I hop on stages
[Hook]
I've been doing this 'n' that (Don't worry)
Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!)
We ain't going back to them commission flats
I be on a mission with a dipper tryna flip a bag
I've been doing this 'n' that
Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!)
We ain't going back to them commission flats (Never)
So I'm out here risking everything to get a bigger stack
[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go these people recognise me
A couple years ago these peeps would never like me
Paranoid I'm reaching for the weapon by me
Don't make me go and do something that's gonna jeopardise me
I've been tryna change but I swear that these roads love me
I just hit a lick, let's flip it and go country (Later)
Fuck all of my opps I've never been so comfy
If they want it, I'll comment RIP on the pic of their GoFundMe
I ain't got time for the scene and all these rapper games
My china plates only come to gigs tryna snatch a chain
I rack my brain for ways to never go back again
I wanna keep doing music, I swear that the trap has changed
I miss the days with my brothers before I had a name
Starving but if I had food all my brothers had a plate (Always)
Started making money taking trips into Adelaide
Now we bout to buy cribs of the shit that this rapping made
[Hook]
I've been doing this 'n' that (Don't worry)
Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!)
We ain't going back to them commission flats (Never)
I be on a mission with a dipper tryna flip a bag
I've been doing this 'n' that
Tryna feed my family till my kids are fat (Trap!)
We ain't going back to them commission flats
So I'm out here risking everything to get a bigger stack
[Verse 3]
I've been doing this that, people tell me kick back
Devil want me dead, I gotta always keep a shiv dacked
Scales in a cling wrap, neighbours tryna ring jacks
I could make a phone call, get their baby kidnapped
I'm really on the road I'm tryna leave my kids some real estate
Hungry I come from nothing, that's probably why I feel this way
I used to pop a seal a day, pour it up and peel away
I'm tryna get this money it's the only way to heal the pain
(Trap!)
J'kicke toujours les memes tracks,
J'etais tellement dans la braque, que je ressentais plus la traque
Apres la victoire, on trinque
Que des travaux sans contrats, mais y a vla les contrainte
Toujours des catastrophes, et ce jusqu'à la mort
Toujours des zombies a la gare, et c'est Dieu qui me garde
De pas tomber dans la came, y'a que pour lui que je pars en guerre
Il m'arrive de baisser la garde, cest dans mon comportement
On squatte dans les memes batiments, rien a bouger quasiment
Cest le son de la jungle, car cest la d'où je viens
J'raconterai la vie du peuple, du debut jusqu'à la fin
On a connu la mort, la faim, puis les drogues, et les flingues
Toujours les mêmes fringues, de père en fils, du grand frère au plus petit
Le Diable, toujours mon seul ennemi, sinon que des adversaires
Voilà un bon son sincère, pour les frères et les sœur
Tout vient en temps et en heure, c'est sur
Des potes qui trahissent pour des putes
On vise toujours le meme but, toujours les mêmes rancunes
Les lacunes se transforment en force,
Ils appellent les renforts en face
Toujours proche de mes darons, même j'suis plus à la baraque
Je combats contre mes démons, en recheche de baraka
Accepte moi avec tous mes défauts, avec tous mes vices et mes fautes
On est tous fait de chair et d'os
On tombe pas dans les mêmes pièges, mais on fait tous nos erreurs
Pour les euros, pour quitter la misère
J'baise la prod, toujours de la Cali sur la mizan
Et y a toujours ce mec là, qui rate aucune prière
Son bizness, c'est le makla, j'ai pas rencontré plus pieux
Et subhanAllah, son commerce fonctionne du tonnerre
Comme quoi, quand t'as la foi, y a rien qui peut te toucher
Et t'as pas à t'en faire si tu finis cartoucher
Faut esquiver l'enfer, se ranger avant que la mort nous touche
Toujours les mêmes regard, la même degaine
Toujours deter, même quand on est endetter
Toujours les mêmes peines, les mêmes haines
Très dur de fermer une plaie qui s'agrandit depuis des années
Toujours les plus proches qui nous déçoivent
Toujours mon passé qui refait surface
Les mêmes flashback, ça me hante même dans les cauchemards
Toujours trop de truc à dire, ça suffit jamais pour une prod
Hardcore depuis le départ, mentale de fer, un cœur en or
La même routine quand tu dors dehors
Si dieu le veut, le futur sera rempli d'or
Peu de sommeil, toujours dehors ils pensent que j'dors
Toujours les mêmes codes, ceux qu'on apprend pas à l'école
J'raconte ma vie, la tienne et tu le sais
Jusqu'à la tombe, et ce depuis le berceau
Jusqu'à la tombe, et ce depuis le berceau
Ca serait mentir si j'dirais que je me suis fait seul
Mais j'peux t'assurer que j' compte sur personne, et ce jusqu'au décès
Ce son pour le peuple, malgré les épreuves, la merde
On reste de marbre
Yo i used the same sample for my beat check mine: " Abra Cadabra x Kusyh Trap Type beat" lmk what u think of it