Hearing this just brought my childhood back Playing Dreamcast while listening to my cousins cd with instrumentals and this was the first one. This is the day I fell in love with beats
SOUTH SNAKES- track 7 (ft JQ and r9) NTrecords (Hook: R9) “Used to have a 9 In the backpack, so i can run right through the door like a cat flap, strapped, leaning out the window of the scat pack , see which opp i could pack, fast, the blocks hot like Baghdad keep a strap like a Afghan, got the blade if it comes to it call me I’ll stab man, Cos my boys on prohibition, I don’t wanna get bagged, and that’s a abstract fact.” (V1 Tmoney) steady chasing all these ghosts like pacman, haven’t you already being packed-man? Planning an attack in the war room as a matter-of-fact, loading up the straps hitting em so hard they can never get back, and I’ll sever his back with the chetty don’t lack, and if we’re in public? I’ll give him a slap Is he silly? He’s meek mill, if tinos pdiddy He needs to go to sleep fuck his committee He belongs to the streets quite literally YM to NT then he snaked them too When his daddy died he made his own crew **S**ucked **O**n **S**auage Till he was threw Now he got 6SD the streets snakiest through and through (Hook: R9) “Used to have a 9 In the backpack, so i can run right through the door like a cat flap, strapped, leaning out the window of the scat pack , see which opp i could pack, fast, the blocks hot like Baghdad keep a strap like a Afghan, got the blade if it comes to it call me I’ll stab man, Cos my boys on prohibition, I don’t wanna get bagged, and that’s a abstract fact.” (Verse 2:JQ) How you switch on 3 gangs? Matter fact no it was like 13 YM, NT, T4K, YSL, SOS, DDA, 1400SH, NLMB, SSD, Now you at 6SD Now tell me, how good was tinos D? And i dont mean dick, his defense was shit, lost all his team You switched on NT, for lil Tino Geez But you switched x3, had you thinking "this aint for me" Your own twin brother shot you like 3 times, How sped can you be? Lacking round the same nigga that had 3 bodies by the age of 14 Now lets get onto wezz, how many times did he run, was it 3 or 4? He kept going back to his block, just asking for more Got robbed like twice, bitched on camera, laid on the floor Im the grim reaper, death doesnt follow the law
No matter what, I win. I spin on chrome, I been. The realest mf chillin, Still ballin, I'm lit. The whole mf flame, I'm sarge in this bitch. Pressure got me soarin, I prefer muscle to foreign
Raised 110th central park home of the WRONGLY accused CP5(sin[trial] park five) 110th & 111th & 112th & 114th & 7thave... foster Projects...Taft...schomburg 5th ave.. family ❤❤❤ 1970 soldier saaaaaaalute family(Harlem breadren)
Highly professional, widely respectable mind and vision Cosmic celestial, extra terrestrial rhyme encryption Intergalactic perpetual cognitive sonic rhythm Of a verbal God constructing astonishing compositions Man my competition, cease to impress me, I need challenge And mumble rappers only exist, cause I need balance When I seek malice, revenge reeks of a sweet foulness I defeat cowards, remove your shoes at this Sheikh's palace I re-balance the solar system with Chakra energy The binary code in my carbon causes divinity And a glow in me, but I can't even grow in peace These fake conscious niggas vibratin' too low for me Watch what you throw to me, boy ain't no hoe in me I crack heads with this K-Ci and- it ain't Jodeci Niggas best see me over, can't nobody oversee me I'll fry that nigga egg, he'll think he getting over easy I'm a mix of Hov' and Weezy Andre, Biggie flows and Yeezy Pac and Pun, Big L and Jeezy Pimp C, Juicy, Kool G, Eazy 2 Live Crew infused with Stevie Wonder how they, view me, see me Rick James, James Brown, MJ, Breezy S-N-double-O-P, fo sheezy 8Ball, MJG, O.D.B., Doe B, Run-D.M.C DMX, see PMD, Master P and CMB The G in me, demands that you fit me with them But in the scope of things, I'm way more 50 than Em They took my hopes and dreams, and turnt me to a savage 21, 21, Tony Montana, you grippin' my shotty She call me Papi I whip the Bugatti She ride the dick just like it's a Ducati She do some cardio, listen to Cardi Then turn up some Nicki and switch to a Barbie Then she thinks she lonely, she vegan Do yoga then roll up the blunt and we listen to Marley 'Bout to call homicide, this is a body I throw dick in her body Just to kick it w- dick in her body Just to kick it with me a bitch do karate Like "Yah" to this World, I'm a Star You ain't thorough, you ain't thorough You a girl, you a broad I got it ?, it got a stick I got a borough, I got a rod If nerds looking for beef like, Harold & Kuma- I'm from a block where the methamphetamines move And the crooked judicial systems never let the kings rule Where history falsified, and taught in every school To disconnect you from your culture like, everything cool See what having low self esteem do Got you praising the lineage of oppressors with recessive gene pools, ooh I guess from that perspective we all folks I mean, you niggas was accepted, we was chose If you don't postulate, what I aesthetically propose And we don't vibrate, that means we diametrically opposed, yo I hope this message electrify us The European be leveraging privilege through ethnic bias If you ain't do no scholarship on this, don't dare speak This that ether that's gon' separate leaders from mere sheep It's like, whipping on the back of a slave with bare feet When historically black college universities pledge Greek It just isn't in your favor It's some sick, twisted, sadistic ritualistic nature Look, you think it's odd they slaved you If the slave master ain't serve the same God they gave you Four hundred years- [Los accidentally unplugs the mic cord] You think it's odd they slaved you If the slave master ain't serve the same God they gave you Four hundred years later, and you hardly stable And you turn around and beg that same God to save y- Look, word to the sunrise Homie save yourself, everything else, get a thumb drive The young lives that black queens lost, misplaced Who been raped, beaten, indoctrinated and disgraced We've been whipped, shackled- and mutilated Put through degradation, disrespectfully viewed and hated I mean truly flagrant, treated like shit in this fucking nation Then in 1850 slave holders came with this publication Called "How to Make the Ideal Slave", now dig division Rule number one was unconditional submission Keep 'em in place, with authority Cause rule number two was create, inferiority And, Ye said that slavery was a choice, but let's be real clear Rule three was, take away their voice and instill fear And hell yeah, I could see the passion in your eyes I admire your perseverance, for your fashion and your grind But rule number four, is why that hat was our demise You keep the slave interested, in the masters enterprise Cause rule number five was deprive us of education Information, recreation, look (You listenin' to me?) To deprive us of information That's a psychological prison niggas have yet to come out Cause if slaves caught- Man hold up, (laugh), look That's a psychological prison niggas have yet to come out If the slave master caught you learning they'd cut your tongue out Ya'll hear me? If the slave master caught you learning they'd cut your tongue out That segregation one hundred years was so thorough No wonder there's so many kids on drugs in this cold world Nigga, shout out J. Cole
Something to consider!! Allowing voice text in the comments section, that way we'll be able to actually hear and listen to the ones that have a freestyle to w.e instrumental is playing.. Badass Idea, Actually
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - CanemCaneM - Welcome To New York City - Cam'ron Feat Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z & Juelz Santana [Produced By Justin Smith DJ JustBlaze] [Year: 2002] [Album: Come Home With Me]
