Ayo just a heads up, I used this beat for a song on another channel and got a copyright claim for a song that used the same beat 3 months after mine. What’s up with that?
(This beat was brought to you by the Church of Rome) (Deus vult) (Shout out to my g Reynard de Châtillon) Thou mayst think thy drip is bussin, thou thinks't mayhaps thou husslin, alas for thee, i knows't the truth, thou hast no maidens, thou art uncouth. Mine horse is greater than thine, mine armour it doth brightly shine, I suppeth solely on fine wine, whilst thou doth sup on pickle brine. Thou doth life a farmer's life (aye) full of pain and dirt and strife (yea) wasting time fertilising fields (mmh) whilst I doth fertilise thy wife (on christ). Aye, shit's fuedal, verily, living mine own life, merrily, whilst thou doth live thine, terribly, thou canst not match thy drip with mine
Hear ye, hear ye where is thou pimp game wannabe chivalry simp's lame for that, i havest your dame drinkest from finest barley grain downtown, partiest game insane when we sippest some wine pretending to be fine but we arest, not like thyne swagger thou arest not a true sagger you havest not worketh in the streets you havest not sliced up your enemies you havest not lit up dat green shi for thou arest just an unclean bitch thou snitchet, thou be a lowly ratchet so thou just havest to face it thou will neverest be on of the guys for thou havest not a beautiful blouse the realest shit how we walkest the streets proud like a cock, vibinest to some hand drum beats looking finest, my wig game tight realest knight shit, forsooth, alright nay, let us lay down another verse to burn thou like witches casting curses on a stake, flawsin, with a full crate of golden necklases, foest shoest under my hat I have 1700s corn rows, yes always ready for a pleasant ballroom fest thatest were we get dames for corpulation they wantest us for being in the east india corporation i glov slap thy, before thou feel the saber's devastation if thouse a hater looking too longest in my direction the day after, ah, read some bard poems for reflection there wasn't any chivalry back now either, dames y'all were still brut-tappable outkickable ONS flames same shit, different century a century that havest me venturing into the gangsterst adventures i carest not about nomenclatures y'all not wantest to testeth us for we are the firsteth to throwest y'all under the, the poor fool's horse carriage the realest shit how we walkest the streets proud like a cock, vibinest to some hand drum beats looking finest, my wig game tight realest knight shit, forsooth, alright
![Pirate Type Rap Beat "Bosun Bill" [FREE FOR PROFIT]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/b3yx3F6uiwE/mqdefault.jpg)
![Pirate Type Rap Beat "Bosun Bill" [FREE FOR PROFIT]](/img/tr.png)
![[FREE] - 1800s type beat - [DEGOBEATS]](/img/1.gif)
EDIT: The producer tag is my old name, hopefully that clears any confusion!
we making it out the dungeon w this one boys
Fr
i just made a beat like this and came across yours while searching for medieval beats, this is definitely the best one I've heard 🔥
The gif alone is better than most of the beats in this category but this is straight 🔥🥶🥵😤
This ain't stupid, it is cool.
this hits hard
This shit is fire
Love the walking knight
Where he goin?
0:19
Direct from the middle age. Great vibes bro!
I wish i could have the drip of that knight
I could rip a dope knight rap to this. 🔥🔥
thou your bars are best in thi kindom
Cool!
God bless the internet
Dropped harder than the europeans when the plague came in 🔥🔥
bless
Ayo just a heads up, I used this beat for a song on another channel and got a copyright claim for a song that used the same beat 3 months after mine. What’s up with that?
This rocks ❤️
hear ye hear ye
......... we need a collab 🤯🔥
Doth is lazy, thou is cruel. Art Thor’s best meal a pile of gruel
For free??!?!
(This beat was brought to you by the Church of Rome)
(Deus vult)
(Shout out to my g Reynard de Châtillon)
Thou mayst think thy drip is bussin,
thou thinks't mayhaps thou husslin,
alas for thee, i knows't the truth,
thou hast no maidens, thou art uncouth.
Mine horse is greater than thine,
mine armour it doth brightly shine,
I suppeth solely on fine wine,
whilst thou doth sup on pickle brine.
Thou doth life a farmer's life (aye)
full of pain and dirt and strife (yea)
wasting time fertilising fields (mmh)
whilst I doth fertilise thy wife (on christ).
Aye, shit's fuedal, verily,
living mine own life, merrily,
whilst thou doth live thine, terribly,
thou canst not match thy drip with mine
heatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Thy goat 🐐 🗡️
Hear ye, hear ye
where is thou pimp game
wannabe chivalry simp's lame
for that, i havest your dame
drinkest from finest barley grain
downtown, partiest game insane
when we sippest some wine
pretending to be fine
but we arest, not like thyne swagger
thou arest not a true sagger
you havest not worketh in the streets
you havest not sliced up your enemies
you havest not lit up dat green shi
for thou arest just an unclean bitch
thou snitchet, thou be a lowly ratchet
so thou just havest to face it
thou will neverest be on of the guys
for thou havest not a beautiful blouse
the realest shit how we walkest the streets
proud like a cock, vibinest to some hand drum beats
looking finest, my wig game tight
realest knight shit, forsooth, alright
nay, let us lay down another verse
to burn thou like witches casting curses
on a stake, flawsin, with a full crate
of golden necklases, foest shoest
under my hat I have 1700s corn rows, yes
always ready for a pleasant ballroom fest
thatest were we get dames for corpulation
they wantest us for being in the east india corporation
i glov slap thy, before thou feel the saber's devastation
if thouse a hater looking too longest in my direction
the day after, ah, read some bard poems for reflection
there wasn't any chivalry back now either, dames
y'all were still brut-tappable outkickable ONS flames
same shit, different century
a century that havest me venturing
into the gangsterst adventures
i carest not about nomenclatures
y'all not wantest to testeth us
for we are the firsteth to throwest y'all under the, the poor fool's horse carriage
the realest shit how we walkest the streets
proud like a cock, vibinest to some hand drum beats
looking finest, my wig game tight
realest knight shit, forsooth, alright