Damn right bro. Same with a premo beat but in a way even more so with Premier. Hes done that many beats but like you said before,you always know its him from within the first few bars max. I think that shows alot of skill to pretty much use the same few arrangement patterns where anyone can instantly recognize its you but at the same time making every track it's own and never getting boring. Premo pretty much got one drum pattern saved but got a million records and a vision for his beat. An I bet close to 90 percent of his tracks are just a solid two bar loop. No hook🤣. Utter wizardry
For me its Preemo, Mobb, and Alchemist. I can tell them right off the wam. Mobb keep that straight street. Preemo always got that turntable and bass drum, and Alchemy always got a phat bass line and some strings ready to rock with. I had to post this because they shit is just too I'll to be unreckonned. I developed a craving for their beats. Like a fiend on crack or something.
because in the past more than now people lived in accord with everything around them,and in tune with life itself.It shows time and again in many of the best recipes and dishes for example in following the seasons,or in this specific case they could transmute feelings and moments into sound so much more than mainstream music now....the song sampled is called Bumpy's Lament.
Yeah it’s probably cause it’s such a nostalgic beat. Just classic and it makes me reminisce about the early 90’s and my childhood and the fact that I can never relive those wonderful moments of my youth again. Damn now you made me sad too. 😢 lol But this is a classic track no doubt.
Últimamente ando feliz y la culpable es usted la niña con la sonrisa bonita de la que me enamoré sé que antes no te valoré pero ese no era yo ese era un niño inmaduro que encontró el amor y huyó pero ahora todo es diferente me enseñaste como se siente amar a alguien tan fuertemente haces que mi corazón reviente y de repente te haces presente en cada lugar de mi mente Hay una mirada tuya me basta para describir todo lo que por mi puedes sentir y sin mentir una dosis de tu latir me transporta a un mundo bello del que no puedo salir amar es eso mil sentimientos tuyos en un beso en tu cuerpo quede preso y confieso estar obseso por tu amar tomarnos de la calle al caminar la terapia necesaria pa mi cora’ reanimar y aunque no creas te amo y cuando esta carta leas sabrás que eres la única ante todas las peleas your my queen only you can feel me this my dream ven conmigo y se participe en esta historia sin fin (X2) Como decirte que te quedes conmigo para siempre eres lo que tanto esperaba y llegaste de repente tu mi princesa eres la única mujer que me hace delirar cuando me besa
There is two melodie on sample. The first one is like "hey, we got good things," the second one is like "but we have bad things". Music can tell anything without words.
Nunca te conformes con alcanzar la cumbre La fe mueve montañas Los árboles son mi madre El agua es mi padre Y el fuego soy yo como de costumbre El baúl de recuerdos se abre por última vez lee hasta que quieras,luego se un hombre No busques la bombilla que te alumbre vive en tus propias ideas allí no hace falta tocar el timbre No sé cuál es mi rumbo allí afuera Puede que lo arriesgue todo y muera También puede ser que comience una nueva era Pero esos ladridos no me harán cambiar de acera No tengas miedo y cumple lo que estás pensando Si tienes pesadillas es porque en el fondo estas luchando Empieza a preocuparte cuando sueñes cosas buenas Que el amor es muy bonito pero alfinal deja secuelas La traición siempre pasa la aduana La traducción no te fíes ni de tu sombra Mi tradicion sorprender al que se esconda Riega con sabiduría el árbol de la bondad
Ashes to ashes dust to dust stainless steel gats never rust big till bust you could touch blessed wit the real side of life just enough you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic laid down niggas eyes visualize bad reception maced your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2 bullet throughout your body repped to the fullest Queensbridge representin representin the hollow tip crew blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through once the kite is sent I might get bent, but still planted no second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red) I'm like cancer can't catch me 'cause I done spread(done spread) gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick I'll be right back wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era your shortie set you up you betta dead-her hunger for the cheddar big ends and better Armeretto sours alcohol consumption why you runnin we thumpin do to the fact the infamous is bumpin ice real son you frontin It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back Prodigy right back to the fact that here take that, right back at you were goin at to already ran through wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after the forty-fifth will make your clothes damper put in the hamper the fabulous Infamous is movin stainless crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then what the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion give him what he askin feelin ain't know what happened back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin spread team across plannin, expansion slap a nigga opened handly style something foul for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays 14 years old, shorty from round way brick ass cold, still puffin night to day but why did my life have to be this way I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits my loot give recoup razors in my suit incase you try to troop me to the island I known for start whylin back in New York, my shortie's got the cash pilin peep this on some knowns and teef shit so much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit lift you up off your feet like ski lift for packin big fifth niggas who riff but nigga you riff then I'm on the next life gettin bent in the clouds on my way down souh for international crowds It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back
I have doubles of this promo on 12". There's a typo on the label. The sample is not "The Look of Love", by Isaac Hayes. It's "Bumpy's Lament" by Isaac Hayes. You're welcome. ☺
Dans ma tête ça tourne pas rond, La routine m’rend paro J’dois porter ma famille sur le dos La Deter, la grinta oe j’ai les crop Rebelote c’est la même un p’tit tour au tieks , voir qui y’a Sur l’teco necta, d’quoi faire passe l’join d’riya Comme d’hab c’est la guyne, Rien faire comme d’hab Taper un TP complet sur le R Comme d’hab Mais bons, faut rester positif , Car tu peux très vite serrer t’peter les orifices Garçon, reste brave , reste concentré la vie c’est un marathon, on peut vite t’devancer Mais bon, j’fais l’ancien mais est-ce que tu vas m’écouter , ou tu t’dire comme moi a l’ancienne l’ancien t’es conseillé je m’en Balt les couilles
[Paroles de "Lune"] [Intro] Nouvelle métaphore, le seum, quand tes gars sûrs t’évitent, la foule, pour vesqui les dégats, suce des bites [Couplet 1] Okay, yo J’suis morose ces temps-ci, défensif et tranquille sans pitié J’vois des gens sanglants qui s’en vantent, d’autres faisant semblant d’s'impliquer Mes cent mille soucis remplissent mon temps libre, mes talents languissent Mais vas-y, facile d’mimer l’bon faciès depuis qu’j'ai grandi T’es fasciné, j’suis fatigué J’sais pas si c’est symbole de charité Les deps sur ondes pour l’respect d’la parité Nez fariné, j’ai pas d’idée pour la morale frelon, j’suis narguilé Chaque soir : chacun sa voie certains s'font plastiquer Mais qu’est-c't'en penses ? C’est blessant nan ? Mes descendants Meurent devant des vidéos de toxicos qui baisent en bande Les passants pensent que j’fais la gueule, que j’suis pas sympa Mais qu’ils s’en souviennent longtemps Y’a qu’cet instant ou j’fais pas semblant L’étape s’enclenche, ma vie noircit au fil des taffs qu’j'engrange Des tartes, j’en mange donc j’baise l’inconnu comme les taxes en France Tapes en cinq, pour les frappes sans manches, les 'tasses enceintes Les cartes en main, je rappe en vain, le cul dans l’501 Mes histoires d’amour n’ont pas d’début, non pas d'dessein Je feins, je fuis, je feins le fin du fin, j’fais des histoires sans fin C’est dérisoire frangin si j’suis débile à temps plein Moi, le territoire j’m'en branle, c’est comme les pillaves sans d'main Ouais, y’a qu’la mélodie d’ton triste sort Qu’immobilise le soir, toi et ton égoïsme, soit Donc viens pas m’voir si tu délaisses tes remps ou perds tes repères Ouais re-fré pépère, tant qu’tu remplis la caisse de retraite [Interlude] Mais alors quoi, tes parents doivent crier à t’en croire Tu crois qu’t'es au-che mais des p'tits cons, y’en a des milliers avant toi Mais alors quoi, tes parents doivent crier à t’en croire Tu crois qu’t'es au-che mais des p'tits cons, y’en a des milliers avant toi [Couplet 2] Okay, eh J’dégaine un seize sévère, avec un air précaire J’ai des airs d’Osiris : le phallus en l’air bétér L’MC d’l'enfer s’élève, j’péra, t’en perds tes lettres Ray Charles en perd ses verres, Michel Collon persévère Comme un voyeur, j’matte les cul d’jatte en dèche de guêtres Les gens sincères, enfin qu’ont l’air de l’être Les cons s’insèrent dans les converses de mes compères À découvert, comme si parler d’chattes à cœur ouvert, c’était normal Israël s’torche le cul avec la morale J’ai honte de parler d’drame en Nike, AirMax et Kaporal hein Arrête, j’ai pas l’temps pour faire un personnage J’préfère fantasmer sur mes politiciens cleptomanes Imaginer finir sans leur partie pectorale J’ai rien contre Dieu mais j’me touchais pendant la pastorale Quand j’suis fonce-dé, j’vois des arcs-en-ciel quand les chattes s’en mêlent Laisse-moi faire la gueule, j’t'ai d’jà dit, j’ai pas l’temps d’plaire J’rappe sans thème, baisse la tête quand les blarfs t’engrainent L’âme en paix Grand Theft Anal à fond quand les dars' s’absentaient Tu sens qu’ça blague pas, partouze des morceaux d’barbaks Tu jettes des fleurs quand tu comprends ap façon Pakpak T’façon, j’finis seul avec ma bite dans l’pire du pire J’envoie l’même bonne nuit pour tout l’monde, j’fais pas dans l'peer to peer
J'suis morose ces temps-ci, défensif et tranquille sans pitié J'vois des gens sanglants qui s'en vantent, d'autres faisant semblant d's'impliquer Mes cent mille soucis remplissent mon temps libre mes talents languissent Mais vas-y facile d'mimer l'bon faciès depuis qu'j'ai grandi T'es fasciné j'suis fatigué j'sais pas si c'est Symbole de charité les deps sur onde pour l'respect d'la parité Nez fariné, j'ai pas d'idée pour la morale frelon, j'suis narguilé Chaque soir chacun sa voie certains s'font plastiquer Mais qu'est-ce t'en penses? C'est blessant nan? Mes descendants Meurent devant des vidéos de toxicos qui baisent en bande Les passants pensent que j'fais la gueule que j'suis pas sympa Mais qu'ils s'en souviennent longtemps y'a qu'cet instant ou j'fais pas semblant L'étape s'enclenche, ma vie noircit au fil des taffs qu'j'engrange Des tartes j'en mange donc j'baise l'inconnu comme les taxes en France Tape en 5, pour les frappes sans manches, les tass enceintes Les cartes en main je rap en vain le cul dans l'501 Mes histoires d'amour n'ont pas d'début non pas de dessein Je feins je fuis je feins le fin du fin j'fais des histoires sans fin C'est dérisoire frangin si j'suis débile a temps plein Moi le territoire j'm'en branle, c'est comme les pillaves sans demain Ouais, y'a qu'la mélodie d'ton triste sort Qu'immobilise le soir, toi et ton égoïsme soit Donc viens pas m'voir si tu délaisses tes remps ou perds tes repères Ouais re-fré pépère... tant qu'tu remplis la caisse de retraite Mais alors quoi tes parents doivent crier a t'en croire... Tu crois qu't'es au-che mais des ptits cons y'en a des milliers avant toi Mais alors quoi tes parents doivent crier a t'en croire... Tu crois qu't'es au-che mais des ptits cons y'en a des milliers avant toi J'dégaine un seize sévère, avec un air précaire J'ai des airs d'Osiris le phallus en l'air bétér L'MC d'l'enfer s'élève, j'péra t'en perds tes lettres Ray Charles en perd ses verres Michel Collon persévère Comme un voyeur j'matte les cul d'jatte en dèche de guêtres Les gens sincères... enfin qu'ont l'air de l'être Les cons s'insèrent dans les converses de mes compères A découvert, comme si parler d'chattes à cœur ouvert c'était normal Israël s'torche le cul avec la morale J'ai honte de parler d'drame en nike AirMax et Kaporal hein... Arrête j'ai pas l'temps pour faire un personnage J 'préfère fantasmer sur mes politiciens cleptomanes Imaginer finir sans leur partie pectorale J'ai rien contre Dieu mais j'me touchais pendant la pastorale Quand j'suis fonce-dé j'vois des arcs-en-ciel quand les chattes s'en mêlent Laisse-moi faire la gueule j't'ai d'ja dit j'ai pas l'temps d'plaire J'rap sans thème, baisse la tête quand les blarfs t'engrainent L'âme en paix Grand Theft Anal a fond quand les dars' s'absentaient Tu sens qu'ça blague pas, partouze des morceaux d'barbaks Tu jettes des fleurs quand tu comprends ap façon PAKPAK T'façon j'finis seul avec ma bite dans l'pire du pire J'envoie l'même bonne nuit pour tout l'monde j'fais pas dans l'peer to peer
Tod jesu n holy spirit medal this hnour itry as good it il be at or not il be the ole shitest to fix that i aint werrreed to fix my lyrikal fuk ups stand ups nocturnal eyes up plse my name is dis way i is not im to be i wat is i did n ppiss n diss n fiitz n filled with moving images of U my demons casting em outa my spots werse then wasted semen sits odis class trap is def krao but iaint to judge this rela beats keep em bring em bak yo
true hustle, physically back up my verbal for what I'm all about, put to work mind and muscle, weapon of choice will make a hole bigger than your mouth, represent my clout, wit aggression, perhaps an angel wit out a halo though I know i may not deserve it still lord I ask for your protection, can't change the hands of time as seeing for who I am in this cracked mirror reflection, it ain't a question, that life is fucked period, maybe ignorant to think that cuz I know cats behind bars for life that ain't trying to hear it, drugs will make you delirious as well as that hate, trip on how serious foos will plot and try n take, what's yours so of course devil on my shoulder said let's make, a first and last example of their mistake, chop you foos up and eat'cha like steak, cooked and seasoned wit riddled bullets through out the body that bake, lose your life over bullshit for desert watch the petty ones who care for you crumble wit your demise for it was all a piece of cake.
Okay/its pure Havoc cuz my Mobb Deep/and im the Prodigy/i feel half bad for those who started me/but parden me/I shine like sun, dont try to father me/my other half/aint half bad, u oughta Honor Me/Honestly!/I Dont Give A Fuck! No Pornography/Dont make me have to Lick a (Liquor)a few shots and pour it on a G.-Toast3r 617
Is this really life Graduate high school and choose from preselected paths? Join the military or go to school Die for your country Or be the next Harvard graduate This cant be what life is meant to be Gurus spitting enlighten shit But it doesn’t correlate to him her or me 8 digital numerical beings Cattle or sheep I choose differently Sure, I join the Marines Sure, I’m a jarhead to the T I choose to exit out expediently Now I’m a civilian reminiscing on my days as a young bad ass militant I drink constantly I got issues but I’m not drowning Looking at life through the bottom of a bottle I’m desensitized so my torso is a bit hollow Its full of emotions, A tempest that will swallow any who dare venture into the deep end Be quiet just listen Going from a killing machine trained for one thing To the opposite side of the spectrum trying to keep people alive on a machine Ain’t that a bitch C.P.R. to codes Monitoring vital signs When just years ago It was two to the head one to the head Now I’m administering saline and giving medicines Self-medicating after a 15 17-hour day Just to sleep thru the day and repeat it all again Fuck this 9 to 5 Or should I say paid slavery Slaves with commodities Choose freedom and go off the grid And watch as you get labeled up real quick We are living in days where people are used to being sheep So, when you try to speak truths The magnitude of it makes them so uncomfortable That they don’t want to speak to you Then begin to scrutinize everything you do The bigots and their stigma Its ok though People don’t care about shit until that shit hits them in the face Now they need help to get out of the mess Now whose talking shit? But I’m my brothers keep I made my oaths Sure, I’ll help those that need my hand with their troubles And hope I earn my place If not ill still be right here Taking a shit listening to instrumentals With positive fundamentals Positive vibrations hoping something good comes to mind to add my annotations So mote it be Make peace of die U.S. Marines!
Its that filter he used for the bass notes. So dope, wish i knew what sampler was used for that. Maybe a Asr 10 or eps 16, not sure but i love the way that filter sounds
Chillin on the couch Smokin a cone Blazing it up even tho everyone home Sippin Jamieson Wanna be a famous man 7220 I call my home Got brothers to left and right of me Kickin back at the crib Smokin up till the lungs give out on me Spittin rhymes till the day we see I see one of the chicks She starin at me I look her up and down Come dance with me She turn around got my hands on her hips She sit on my lap Presses up on my lips rest is history Chillin on couch Rippin a brim Cold glass of gin And a bitch with nice tits Cody’s and Couple xans Lots of fans, homies and a cheeky spliff End the night quick with cheeky a tick In town the buthas And we causing a ruckus I got the Prolific ki Side piece and some keif Lost it Four lines Woodstock’s on the clock We cashin Drug money don’t mean to sound funny Hitting nangs Taking tabs A night so self explanatory Mandatory Elocution to survive Stinging roger to the throat Time to get high I wanna multiply Reach a sky No one knows about Ten hoes on the homies couch Told us we could fuck we if we shout Rolled up a J and we knocked the house up Life’s good
This the type of beat takes you to a higher plane of existence
You 100% right on that
The Mobb Deep instrumental are... just with the first secondes of thier beat, you know, it's a mobb deep instrumental.
Damn right bro. Same with a premo beat but in a way even more so with Premier. Hes done that many beats but like you said before,you always know its him from within the first few bars max. I think that shows alot of skill to pretty much use the same few arrangement patterns where anyone can instantly recognize its you but at the same time making every track it's own and never getting boring. Premo pretty much got one drum pattern saved but got a million records and a vision for his beat. An I bet close to 90 percent of his tracks are just a solid two bar loop. No hook🤣. Utter wizardry
For me its Preemo, Mobb, and Alchemist. I can tell them right off the wam. Mobb keep that straight street. Preemo always got that turntable and bass drum, and Alchemy always got a phat bass line and some strings ready to rock with. I had to post this because they shit is just too I'll to be unreckonned. I developed a craving for their beats. Like a fiend on crack or something.
absolute facts, Havoc beats and Prodigy's flows gives you the 90s NYC aesthetic for sure, like cinema
No intro
This beat is ridiculous. It’s so damn good.
I know right
Damn can we go back to the 90s please, feelin nostalgic
Damn, still can't believe Prodigy gone.
He’s not gone, he’s just in the higher realms of existence.
Me too bro
In a couple of weeks it will be 3 years without P
Pee was one of the illest of all time
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Havoc's snares always hit, they sound like someone's busting off rounds lmao plus his samples are always on point 🙌
I'm not unconvinced the Eye For An Eye snare has a gunshot layered over it, lol.
I have this on vinyl to get that real feel, it's just amazing
mobb deep classic, so glad they made a video
that's real as shit, good call on the vinyl
fu im jalz
bro! I have the single for this from the Sunset Park soundtrack on vinyl. so dope!!
I got it on cassette ;)
Buena
There's something sad about this here instrumental. Can't quite figure out what exactly but it's beautiful.
because in the past more than now people lived in accord with everything around them,and in tune with life itself.It shows time and again in many of the best recipes and dishes for example in following the seasons,or in this specific case they could transmute feelings and moments into sound so much more than mainstream music now....the song sampled is called Bumpy's Lament.
i know. mellow beats like this one, and meeting chill back beautiful women, what else can one ask for.
Yeah it’s probably cause it’s such a nostalgic beat. Just classic and it makes me reminisce about the early 90’s and my childhood and the fact that I can never relive those wonderful moments of my youth again. Damn now you made me sad too. 😢 lol But this is a classic track no doubt.
@@jmi84 . i know bro, and as we get older and older, all of our dreams hopes and plans vanish with age, All that we are left with, are memories...
It's just a somber melody g
Últimamente ando feliz
y la culpable es usted
la niña con la sonrisa bonita de la que me enamoré
sé que antes no te valoré pero ese no era yo
ese era un niño inmaduro que encontró el amor y huyó
pero ahora todo es diferente
me enseñaste como se siente
amar a alguien tan fuertemente
haces que mi corazón reviente
y de repente
te haces presente en cada lugar de mi mente
Hay una mirada tuya
me basta para describir
todo lo que por mi puedes sentir y sin mentir
una dosis de tu latir
me transporta a un mundo bello del que no puedo salir
amar es eso
mil sentimientos tuyos en un beso
en tu cuerpo quede preso
y confieso estar obseso por tu amar
tomarnos de la calle al caminar
la terapia necesaria pa mi cora’ reanimar
y aunque no creas te amo y cuando esta carta leas
sabrás que eres la única ante todas las peleas
your my queen
only you can feel me this my dream
ven conmigo y se participe en esta historia sin fin
(X2)
Como decirte que te quedes conmigo para siempre
eres lo que tanto esperaba y llegaste de repente
tu mi princesa
eres la única mujer que me hace delirar cuando me besa
There is two melodie on sample. The first one is like "hey, we got good things," the second one is like "but we have bad things". Music can tell anything without words.
crazy how they rap about just that music talks to your soul
well said.
It’s crazy how I understand exactly what you’re saying
RIP Prodigy 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
🙏🙏🙏
🤝🤝🤝🤝
A beautifully sounding beat .
One my favorite mobb trax of all time. I played this shit over & over on senior prom 1996
Graffiti stockholm subway stories!
Rest in power prodigy!!
WOW!! This instrumental is just AMAZING🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯
That snare quite literally slaps. Smacks the shit outta you, your momma, AND your daddy!
RIP to the Legendary P, Classic movie, classic beat 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Viva o bom e velho boom bap, o berço do rap e sempre será o real rap de vdd!!! Vida longa ao rap old School
One of the illest beats ever!!!!
@D Dre chill bro lmao. it's just his opinion
He’ll yeah this beat so fuckin dope
@d dre give us your top 10 beats please
This beat is BEAUTIFUL...
d dre so you gonna smack me off an opinion??? I can see your effeminate *ss never graduated HS!!! Your simple ass need to repent!!!! Smh
Real hip hop and Recpact MOOB DEEP from Nepal 🇳🇵❤️
Nunca te conformes con alcanzar la cumbre
La fe mueve montañas
Los árboles son mi madre
El agua es mi padre
Y el fuego soy yo como de costumbre
El baúl de recuerdos se abre por última vez lee hasta que quieras,luego se un hombre
No busques la bombilla que te alumbre vive en tus propias ideas allí no hace falta tocar el timbre
No sé cuál es mi rumbo allí afuera
Puede que lo arriesgue todo y muera
También puede ser que comience una nueva era
Pero esos ladridos no me harán cambiar de acera
No tengas miedo y cumple lo que estás pensando
Si tienes pesadillas es porque en el fondo estas luchando
Empieza a preocuparte cuando sueñes cosas buenas
Que el amor es muy bonito pero alfinal deja secuelas
La traición siempre pasa la aduana
La traducción no te fíes ni de tu sombra
Mi tradicion sorprender al que se esconda
Riega con sabiduría el árbol de la bondad
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
stainless steel gats
never rust big till bust you could touch
blessed wit the real side of life
just enough
you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic
laid down niggas eyes visualize bad reception
maced your interference souped your upperbody section
I travel like a 2 2 bullet
throughout your body repped to the fullest
Queensbridge representin
representin the hollow tip crew
blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through
once the kite is sent
I might get bent, but still planted
no second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin
for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer can't catch me 'cause I done spread(done spread)
gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled
wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick I'll be right back
wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era
your shortie set you up you betta dead-her
hunger for the cheddar big ends and better
Armeretto sours alcohol consumption
why you runnin we thumpin
do to the fact the infamous is bumpin
ice real son you frontin
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back
Prodigy
right back to the fact that
here take that, right back at you
were goin at to
already ran through
wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after
the forty-fifth will make your clothes damper
put in the hamper
the fabulous Infamous is movin stainless
crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin
live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then
what the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin
blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion
give him what he askin feelin ain't know what happened
back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
spread team across plannin, expansion
slap a nigga opened handly style something foul
for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile
I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
14 years old, shorty from round way
brick ass cold, still puffin night to day
but why did my life have to be this way
I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits
my loot give recoup razors in my suit
incase you try to troop me to the island
I known for start whylin
back in New York, my shortie's got the cash pilin
peep this on some knowns and teef shit
so much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit
lift you up off your feet like ski lift
for packin big fifth
niggas who riff but nigga you riff
then I'm on the next life gettin bent in the clouds
on my way down souh for international crowds
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back
Este ritmo me transporta a otro mundo
Straight up time capsule! Still hot 2 def.
yeeeeee
Summer of 96!
Still cold in 2020, these were the days when MOB DEEP was MOB DEEP in the truest since !
Any Isaac Hayes sample sets a track off! I love this fucking beat.
Which one I need to know bro
@@q-m.o.e2003 Bumpy’s Lament from the Shaft soundtrack.
I have doubles of this promo on 12". There's a typo on the label. The sample is not "The Look of Love", by Isaac Hayes. It's "Bumpy's Lament" by Isaac Hayes. You're welcome. ☺
Kasino Marxs I was wondering, because I couldn’t hear the look of love and I know the shit out of that song
2021 and Beyond 👊🏾💥🔥🔥🔥
DEAR GOD!!!!!!!! HAVOC CLASSIC!!
Word
Havoc what a producer, RIP P I miss Mobb Deep
Rest in Power Prodigy aka Bandana P
Top 5 best mobbbdeep beats .1 right back at you (not this one the other one) 2 survivel of the fittest 3shook ones 4HNIC genesis 5eye for an eye
From the bay it it still slaps!......
On the next flight gettin bent in Da cloudz!
ultimamente ando feliz y la culpable es usted❤
right back to the fact that
here take that, right back at you
were goin at to
already ran through
wasnt hard to capture
what is it that u goin after?
my 45th ll make ya clothes damper
@@deathrager2404 YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
@@deathrager2404 put in the hamper, the fabolous, infamous
moving stainless
@@Verumest crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin
@@azo4real im ova here hangin with the thugs and bitches,
see u with the five o and mama see u stitch-ed
90s early 00s rap is the best... FWYH
ultimamente ando feliz y....
Dans ma tête ça tourne pas rond,
La routine m’rend paro
J’dois porter ma famille sur le dos
La Deter, la grinta oe j’ai les crop
Rebelote c’est la même un p’tit tour au tieks , voir qui y’a
Sur l’teco necta, d’quoi faire passe l’join d’riya
Comme d’hab c’est la guyne,
Rien faire comme d’hab
Taper un TP complet sur le R
Comme d’hab
Mais bons, faut rester positif ,
Car tu peux très vite serrer t’peter les orifices
Garçon, reste brave , reste concentré
la vie c’est un marathon, on peut vite t’devancer
Mais bon, j’fais l’ancien mais est-ce que tu vas m’écouter , ou tu t’dire comme moi a l’ancienne l’ancien t’es conseillé je m’en Balt les couilles
[Paroles de "Lune"]
[Intro]
Nouvelle métaphore, le seum, quand tes gars sûrs t’évitent, la foule, pour vesqui les dégats, suce des bites
[Couplet 1]
Okay, yo
J’suis morose ces temps-ci, défensif et tranquille sans pitié
J’vois des gens sanglants qui s’en vantent, d’autres faisant semblant d’s'impliquer
Mes cent mille soucis remplissent mon temps libre, mes talents languissent
Mais vas-y, facile d’mimer l’bon faciès depuis qu’j'ai grandi
T’es fasciné, j’suis fatigué
J’sais pas si c’est symbole de charité
Les deps sur ondes pour l’respect d’la parité
Nez fariné, j’ai pas d’idée pour la morale frelon, j’suis narguilé
Chaque soir : chacun sa voie certains s'font plastiquer
Mais qu’est-c't'en penses ? C’est blessant nan ?
Mes descendants
Meurent devant des vidéos de toxicos qui baisent en bande
Les passants pensent que j’fais la gueule, que j’suis pas sympa
Mais qu’ils s’en souviennent longtemps
Y’a qu’cet instant ou j’fais pas semblant
L’étape s’enclenche, ma vie noircit au fil des taffs qu’j'engrange
Des tartes, j’en mange donc j’baise l’inconnu comme les taxes en France
Tapes en cinq, pour les frappes sans manches, les 'tasses enceintes
Les cartes en main, je rappe en vain, le cul dans l’501
Mes histoires d’amour n’ont pas d’début, non pas d'dessein
Je feins, je fuis, je feins le fin du fin, j’fais des histoires sans fin
C’est dérisoire frangin si j’suis débile à temps plein
Moi, le territoire j’m'en branle, c’est comme les pillaves sans d'main
Ouais, y’a qu’la mélodie d’ton triste sort
Qu’immobilise le soir, toi et ton égoïsme, soit
Donc viens pas m’voir si tu délaisses tes remps ou perds tes repères
Ouais re-fré pépère, tant qu’tu remplis la caisse de retraite
[Interlude]
Mais alors quoi, tes parents doivent crier à t’en croire
Tu crois qu’t'es au-che mais des p'tits cons, y’en a des milliers avant toi
Mais alors quoi, tes parents doivent crier à t’en croire
Tu crois qu’t'es au-che mais des p'tits cons, y’en a des milliers avant toi
[Couplet 2]
Okay, eh
J’dégaine un seize sévère, avec un air précaire
J’ai des airs d’Osiris : le phallus en l’air bétér
L’MC d’l'enfer s’élève, j’péra, t’en perds tes lettres
Ray Charles en perd ses verres, Michel Collon persévère
Comme un voyeur, j’matte les cul d’jatte en dèche de guêtres
Les gens sincères, enfin qu’ont l’air de l’être
Les cons s’insèrent dans les converses de mes compères
À découvert, comme si parler d’chattes à cœur ouvert, c’était normal
Israël s’torche le cul avec la morale
J’ai honte de parler d’drame en Nike, AirMax et Kaporal hein
Arrête, j’ai pas l’temps pour faire un personnage
J’préfère fantasmer sur mes politiciens cleptomanes
Imaginer finir sans leur partie pectorale
J’ai rien contre Dieu mais j’me touchais pendant la pastorale
Quand j’suis fonce-dé, j’vois des arcs-en-ciel quand les chattes s’en mêlent
Laisse-moi faire la gueule, j’t'ai d’jà dit, j’ai pas l’temps d’plaire
J’rappe sans thème, baisse la tête quand les blarfs t’engrainent
L’âme en paix Grand Theft Anal à fond quand les dars' s’absentaient
Tu sens qu’ça blague pas, partouze des morceaux d’barbaks
Tu jettes des fleurs quand tu comprends ap façon Pakpak
T’façon, j’finis seul avec ma bite dans l’pire du pire
J’envoie l’même bonne nuit pour tout l’monde, j’fais pas dans l'peer to peer
We still here in 2024?🔥😮💨
Dans l'fond j'ai une bonne âme,
J'le sais et tu m'verra jamais crié sur un âne, j'sais qu'parfois la vie s'passe de dos d'ânes.
Últimamente ando feliz
J'suis morose ces temps-ci, défensif et tranquille sans pitié
J'vois des gens sanglants qui s'en vantent, d'autres faisant semblant d's'impliquer
Mes cent mille soucis remplissent mon temps libre mes talents languissent
Mais vas-y facile d'mimer l'bon faciès depuis qu'j'ai grandi
T'es fasciné j'suis fatigué j'sais pas si c'est
Symbole de charité les deps sur onde pour l'respect d'la parité
Nez fariné, j'ai pas d'idée pour la morale frelon, j'suis narguilé
Chaque soir chacun sa voie certains s'font plastiquer
Mais qu'est-ce t'en penses? C'est blessant nan? Mes descendants
Meurent devant des vidéos de toxicos qui baisent en bande
Les passants pensent que j'fais la gueule que j'suis pas sympa
Mais qu'ils s'en souviennent longtemps y'a qu'cet instant ou j'fais pas semblant
L'étape s'enclenche, ma vie noircit au fil des taffs qu'j'engrange
Des tartes j'en mange donc j'baise l'inconnu comme les taxes en France
Tape en 5, pour les frappes sans manches, les tass enceintes
Les cartes en main je rap en vain le cul dans l'501
Mes histoires d'amour n'ont pas d'début non pas de dessein
Je feins je fuis je feins le fin du fin j'fais des histoires sans fin
C'est dérisoire frangin si j'suis débile a temps plein
Moi le territoire j'm'en branle, c'est comme les pillaves sans demain
Ouais, y'a qu'la mélodie d'ton triste sort
Qu'immobilise le soir, toi et ton égoïsme soit
Donc viens pas m'voir si tu délaisses tes remps ou perds tes repères
Ouais re-fré pépère... tant qu'tu remplis la caisse de retraite
Mais alors quoi tes parents doivent crier a t'en croire...
Tu crois qu't'es au-che mais des ptits cons y'en a des milliers avant toi
Mais alors quoi tes parents doivent crier a t'en croire...
Tu crois qu't'es au-che mais des ptits cons y'en a des milliers avant toi
J'dégaine un seize sévère, avec un air précaire
J'ai des airs d'Osiris le phallus en l'air bétér
L'MC d'l'enfer s'élève, j'péra t'en perds tes lettres
Ray Charles en perd ses verres Michel Collon persévère
Comme un voyeur j'matte les cul d'jatte en dèche de guêtres
Les gens sincères... enfin qu'ont l'air de l'être
Les cons s'insèrent dans les converses de mes compères
A découvert, comme si parler d'chattes à cœur ouvert c'était normal
Israël s'torche le cul avec la morale
J'ai honte de parler d'drame en nike AirMax et Kaporal hein...
Arrête j'ai pas l'temps pour faire un personnage
J 'préfère fantasmer sur mes politiciens cleptomanes
Imaginer finir sans leur partie pectorale
J'ai rien contre Dieu mais j'me touchais pendant la pastorale
Quand j'suis fonce-dé j'vois des arcs-en-ciel quand les chattes s'en mêlent
Laisse-moi faire la gueule j't'ai d'ja dit j'ai pas l'temps d'plaire
J'rap sans thème, baisse la tête quand les blarfs t'engrainent
L'âme en paix Grand Theft Anal a fond quand les dars' s'absentaient
Tu sens qu'ça blague pas, partouze des morceaux d'barbaks
Tu jettes des fleurs quand tu comprends ap façon PAKPAK
T'façon j'finis seul avec ma bite dans l'pire du pire
J'envoie l'même bonne nuit pour tout l'monde j'fais pas dans l'peer to peer
Xxplosive- Dr Dre bassline
Beautiful use of an Isaac Hayes track.
Sample please
Sunset Park what time is it?
Old school was something magic even with the beefs but it is gone now
One of the simplest yet, most captivating beats of all time!! Shout out to the beats master HAVOC and RIP Prodigy!
Only Real Hip Hop heads are here
stop posting your gay versuses they are very clingy fyi
"Bassline" and "Background" are sped up loops from "Bumpy's Lament" From "Shaft' soundtrack.
"It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back, it's on, what the fuck he say? I'll be right back "
Beautiful ❤
Tod jesu n holy spirit medal this hnour itry as good it il be at or not il be the ole shitest to fix that i aint werrreed to fix my lyrikal fuk ups stand ups nocturnal eyes up plse my name is dis way i is not im to be i wat is i did n ppiss n diss n fiitz n filled with moving images of U my demons casting em outa my spots werse then wasted semen sits odis class trap is def krao but iaint to judge this rela beats keep em bring em bak yo
1:11 when the chorus begins it hits so hard
" The fabulous infamous move with stainless
Crimes hanging
To all my niggas hold ya bangers 👉
T. O. N. I
Writer schreiben meinen Namen...
RIP PRODIGY
M.O.B.B. #ripp
idk why but this beat reminds me of a certain goth girl with green eyes and big tiddies and hella earrings ngl
Fumer mes bedos partir dans mon vaisseau, essence naturelle à base daloe verra mec
Harder than big yellow phat goose!! Mobb deep 4ever
Dope.
My God.
Cette music passe bien quant je fais une sieste avec un joint sur mon transat
A rewinded this video at the end on the sunset park extras vhs tape so many times
RIP PRODI
r i p prodygy of mobb deep :( real hiphop forever
OMG THIS HEALS EVERYTHING !!!
wer ist hier auch wegen T.O.N.I. ? :D
Ich
Fuck Germany
writer schreiben meinen namen
@@wtfjusthappened5181 Fuck you
true hustle, physically back up my verbal for what I'm all about, put to work mind and muscle, weapon of choice will make a hole bigger than your mouth, represent my clout, wit aggression, perhaps an angel wit out a halo though I know i may not deserve it still lord I ask for your protection, can't change the hands of time as seeing for who I am in this cracked mirror reflection, it ain't a question, that life is fucked period, maybe ignorant to think that cuz I know cats behind bars for life that ain't trying to hear it, drugs will make you delirious as well as that hate, trip on how serious foos will plot and try n take, what's yours so of course devil on my shoulder said let's make, a first and last example of their mistake, chop you foos up and eat'cha like steak, cooked and seasoned wit riddled bullets through out the body that bake, lose your life over bullshit for desert watch the petty ones who care for you crumble wit your demise for it was all a piece of cake.
Okay/its pure Havoc cuz my Mobb Deep/and im the Prodigy/i feel half bad for those who started me/but parden me/I shine like sun, dont try to father me/my other half/aint half bad, u oughta Honor Me/Honestly!/I Dont Give A Fuck! No Pornography/Dont make me have to Lick a (Liquor)a few shots and pour it on a G.-Toast3r 617
isaac hayes - bumpy's lament
Appreciate it
Is this really life
Graduate high school and choose from preselected paths?
Join the military or go to school
Die for your country
Or be the next Harvard graduate
This cant be what life is meant to be
Gurus spitting enlighten shit
But it doesn’t correlate to him her or me
8 digital numerical beings
Cattle or sheep
I choose differently
Sure, I join the Marines
Sure, I’m a jarhead to the T
I choose to exit out expediently
Now I’m a civilian
reminiscing on my days as a young bad ass militant
I drink constantly
I got issues but I’m not drowning
Looking at life through the bottom of a bottle
I’m desensitized so my torso is a bit hollow
Its full of emotions,
A tempest that will swallow any who dare venture into the deep end
Be quiet just listen
Going from a killing machine trained for one thing
To the opposite side of the spectrum trying to keep people alive on a machine
Ain’t that a bitch
C.P.R. to codes
Monitoring vital signs
When just years ago
It was two to the head one to the head
Now I’m administering saline and giving medicines
Self-medicating after a 15 17-hour day
Just to sleep thru the day and repeat it all again
Fuck this 9 to 5
Or should I say paid slavery
Slaves with commodities
Choose freedom and go off the grid
And watch as you get labeled up real quick
We are living in days where people are used to being sheep
So, when you try to speak truths
The magnitude of it makes them so uncomfortable
That they don’t want to speak to you
Then begin to scrutinize everything you do
The bigots and their stigma
Its ok though
People don’t care about shit until that shit hits them in the face
Now they need help to get out of the mess
Now whose talking shit?
But I’m my brothers keep
I made my oaths
Sure, I’ll help those that need my hand with their troubles
And hope I earn my place
If not ill still be right here
Taking a shit listening to instrumentals
With positive fundamentals
Positive vibrations hoping something good comes to mind to add my annotations
So mote it be
Make peace of die
U.S. Marines!
I really liked this man, well done
YESSIR. Junior yr in HS.
Who remembers Sunset Park?
This beat speaks to you!
Dont grow up tempo bitch! 🔥🔥🔥
RestEazyProdigy!
Can't believe lames vote this down.
if life is a dream i gotta stay lucid
Did Xxplosive sample the bass?
Sounds a lot like The Realest
thought I was the only 1 that caught that both hard nevertheless
Im rap music check it's out and check me on RUclips check im music 3rd bass in 1990😀🎶🎤 name mc
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Havoc is a genius!
Take a look at life life can be tough
Life can be rough so I keep my head high lighting it up
One of the smoothest beats by Havoc
Ayo Dun Spark the Lyeee
Hi! can we use this beat to do a crowfounding video? pleaseeeee!!! we love it!!! thanksss for your music!!
Support Young people to share their real shit! Be Kind. Help Others. Give and Get Respect. Love. And Forgive. One Young Man I Support.
Classic
اكيد يابوي
HERMOSA BASE,HERMOSO SAMPLE!!!!! QUIEN HIZO ESTA INSTRUMENTAL????
Havoc
@@xGORRIT thanks!!!!
VALD
Havoc is a monster
This instrumental is dope !!
good asss beat
Allonger en plein soleil
Its that filter he used for the bass notes. So dope, wish i knew what sampler was used for that. Maybe a Asr 10 or eps 16, not sure but i love the way that filter sounds
R.I.P.
Chillin on the couch
Smokin a cone
Blazing it up even tho everyone home
Sippin Jamieson
Wanna be a famous man
7220
I call my home
Got brothers to left and right of me
Kickin back at the crib
Smokin up till the lungs give out on me
Spittin rhymes till the day we see
I see one of the chicks
She starin at me
I look her up and down
Come dance with me
She turn around got my hands on her hips
She sit on my lap
Presses up on my lips
rest is history
Chillin on couch
Rippin a brim
Cold glass of gin
And a bitch with nice tits
Cody’s and
Couple xans
Lots of fans, homies and a cheeky spliff
End the night quick with cheeky a tick
In town the buthas
And we causing a ruckus
I got the
Prolific ki
Side piece and some keif
Lost it
Four lines Woodstock’s on the clock
We cashin
Drug money
don’t mean to sound funny
Hitting nangs
Taking tabs
A night so self explanatory
Mandatory
Elocution to survive
Stinging roger to the throat
Time to get high
I wanna multiply
Reach a sky
No one knows about
Ten hoes on the homies couch
Told us we could fuck we if we shout
Rolled up a J and we knocked the house up
Life’s good
Still thinking they gonna kick tha rhyme....aahes to ashes dust to dust...