'Beast' is my alias, but you can call me James. I'm known for the remakes/remasters of my favorite wrestling theme music, but I stopped sharing that work this year. Since 2009, this has been my main channel where I view content others, express myself and sometimes post my own beats, but I also like to reproduce beats of classic and modern joints in Hip-Hop to make close instrumentals. I rarely do requests.
I'm a consumer of political content, debates, drama, music, action figure posts, pro-wrestling clips, and sometimes foot/sock tease videos. I'll usually be in your comment section, but I don't like to bother anyone.
What I am: -Black/queer male -Disabled Veteran (USAF) -College graduate (AA in Business)/Current student -Artist (Music, drawing) -Human rights advocate -Collector/customizer -'Unskilled' worker -Foot/sock fetishist
What I used to be: -MRA/MGTOW/Red Piller -Willing token minority
What I'm not: -Troll/Chud -Fascist -Nazi -Blind patriot -Door mat -Your slave
@@BeastNationXIV thank you I’ve been trying to contact someone through his estate. Even producers of Keep Ya Head Up & nothing back. I’m gonna keep reaching out to ppl.
@TynishaTalks take the notes from my description. I credit the original arts. I'm not sure if you will get a notice from youtube over the original song (be alright by zapp) that was sampled, but you should be alright. As for my credit, i don't strike anybody for beat remakes because i don't own the concepts. For my cred, it's cool if you shout BeastNationXIV. 😊
Nah, for real, know what I'm sayin', like Like music's my first love, right But, what it turned into is like You know these-these cats got it now, she just like a ho They ain't doin' it right to make Yeah, for real, yeah, yeah Switched it up, don' changed the shit on that damn Yeah, everybody don' ran through it Mumble rappin' Ain't no more substance in shit Right, right (They don't treat it how it needs to be treated) I kinda want that old thing back Yeah, I was young, I was hungry I was chasing the bag at twenty-one I was lucky to find an uneaten fuckin' (what?) Honeybun I forgot about Now I got money falling out, fifties, hundreds, and twenties (right) And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing But we got something in common, both of us are alarmin' (what?) Foul, disgusting, and awful (yeah), so repugnant and ugly (yup) I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah And you could say I'm a little bit immature But this type of literature got me a little richer, haha But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl You're letting him fiddle with your clitoris Remember you were my fuckin' You used to be my favorite, bitch Things will never be the same Ain't it funny how you changed Up and flipped the script You done let a bunch of lames fall through And complain that I can't burn it You ain't have to do it like that Told you I'd be right back Look at what you did, I need a new chick Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch Yeah, always hated my smile Mama told me it's goofy I'd get picked on at school Come home and she'd school me She never sugarcoated it to me She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly I wouldn't always get bullied (true) I think of my struggles and get emotional Could be 'cause how behind the 8-ball And far in the hole that they put me Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (yeah) I'm just trollin' you pussies But I'm like stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me (haha) But that's what I do this music for When I was goin' through some of the hardest times I drew from her But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her 'Cause the thought of losing her Makes me just wanna just let loose on her When I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her Tell her, it's a butt-dial girl, yeah, booty-call (haha) That's how it used to be 'Cause you and me, we ruled the world And we made Curtis blow (Fifty) Fuck, I miss them days You used to be my favorite, bitch Things will never be the same Ain't it funny how you changed Up and flipped the script You done let a bunch of lames fall through And complain that I can't burn it You ain't have to do it like that Told you I'd be right back Look at what you did, I need a new chick Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch? I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down I swear to God, you run to that door I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head Now I'ma ask you this one time And the answer better be, "Yes" Would you marry me again? Now that everything is changed (yeah) It'll never be the same (ah) As the era whence we came (who?) From Nas to Pac, Rock (yeah), Eric B, and Kane (I know) But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at Or be emotionally attached to Yo MTV Raps (yeah) Runnin' home from school to catch an episode The feeling that it gave you to rip the plastic off the tape You hold and peel it back, yeah Tear it off then play it (what?) Swear to God, 4 o'clock We crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks When Nani was con-artisted (yeah) And Proof had his hair in locks (doody) Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearing clocks Back with Ed Lover (yes) And there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (pair of docs) But I never thought I'd get so jealous At the thought of letting you go psychologically It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery Part of me don't don't wanna (yeah), stop 'til I get you back 'Cause I got put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up The other part wants to tell you to just get fucked Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (ah) Get back together with them, you slut Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist When I helped you become bigger than you were But I guess that it slipped you're mind You must be buying your time looking for someone to come along That'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn) But truthfully it was never really you and me Exclusively it is too many new MC's you can choose between But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through Bet they can't do it like me But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it I won't grieve when I kill you But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can Hear me? I used to be your favorite, bitch
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*Quick update:* This remake is now public and the download link is now in the description! Enjoy by yourself or bump it in the car. Don't try to sell it as the legit instrumental--but if you do, I suggest sending that money to Pac's estate/surviving family members.
Alls my life I has to fight, nigga Alls my life I Hard times like, yah! Bad trips like, yah! Nazareth, I'm fucked up Homie, you fucked up But if God got us then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car? 40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it I know when it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinkin' of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal Diggin' in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers Traducir al español
[Intro: Sly Pyper & Eminem] Nah, for real, you know what I'm sayin'? Like Like music's my first love, right? But what it turned into is like You know, these, these cats got it now, she just like a ho (They ain't doin' it now to make music) You know what I mean? (Yeah) It's not real (Yeah) Switched it up, then everybody- Done changed the shit on that damn- Yeah, everybody done ran through it Mumble rappin' Ain't no more substance in shit Right, right They don't treat it the way it needs to be treated I kinda want that old thing back [Verse 1: Eminem] Yeah, I was young, I was hungry I was chasin' the bag at twenty-one, I was lucky To find an uneaten fucking (What?) honeybun I forgot about Now I got money fallin' out, fifties, hundreds, and twenties (Twenties) And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing But we got something in common (What?), both of us are alarming Foul, disgusting, and awful (Yeah), so repugnant and ugly (Yup) I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah And you could say I'm a little bit immature But this type of literature got me a little richer But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl You're letting 'em fiddle with your clitoris Remember you were my fucking- [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] You used to be my favorite, bitch Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed Up and flipped the script? You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain That I can't permit You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back Look what you did, I need a new chick Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch [Verse 2: Eminem, Eminem & Ty Dolla $ign] Always hated my smile Mama told me it's goofy I'd get picked on at school Come home and she'd school me She never sugarcoated it to me She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly, I wouldn't always get bullied (True) I think of my struggles (Yeah) and get emotional Could be 'cause how behind the eight-ball and far in the hole that they put me Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (Yeah) I'm just trollin' you pussies But I'm like a stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me But that's what I do this music for When I was goin' through some of the hardest times, I drew from her But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her (Lucifer) 'Cause the thought of losin' her makes me wanna just let loose on her Then I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her Tell her, "It's a butt-dial girl," yeah, booty call (Haha) That's how it used to be, 'cause you and me, we ruled the world And we made Curtis blow (Kurtis Blow, 50) Fuck, I miss them days [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] You used to be my favorite, bitch Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed Up and flipped the script? You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain That I can't permit You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back Look what you did, I need a new chick Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch [Interlude: Eminem] You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch? I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down I swear to God, you run to that door I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head Now I'ma ask you this one time And your answer better be "Yes" [Verse 3: Eminem & Ty Dolla $ign] Would you marry me again Now that everything has changed? (Yeah) It'll never be the same (Nah) As the era whence we came (Who?) From Nas to Pac, Ra (Yeah), Eric B. and Kane (I know) But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at Or be emotionally attached to Yo! MTV Raps (Yeah) Runnin' home from school to catch an episode, the feeling that It gave you to rip the plastic off the tape you're holdin' Peel it back, yeah, tear it off, and play it (What?) And swear to God, four o'clock We'd crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks When Naunie was Kon Artis (Yeah) and Proof had his hair in locs (Doody) Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearin' clocks (Back with) Back with Ed Lover (Yeah) And there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (Pair of Docs) But I never thought I'd get so jealous At the thought of letting you go psychologically It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery Part of me don't wanna stop (Yeah) 'til I get you back If I gotta put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up Other part wants to tell you just to get fucked Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (Ah) Get back together with them, you slut Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist When I helped you become bigger than you were But I guess that it slipped your mind, you must be biding your time Looking for someone to come along that'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn) But truthfully, it was never really you and me exclusively And there's too many new MC's you can choose between But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through it, they can't do it like me But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it I won't grieve when I kill you But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can Can't believe I used to be your favorite, bitch
Bro I hope you don't mind but i've given you props in the description and a link to your channel. I've had a go at doing a cover of the song, check it out bro
Absolutely. Feel free to download, drive.google.com/file/d/1RxoP4KsO3fdAbHXwK3QHN37Jm_7Zi3OF/view?usp=sharing and link your recorded track here too. Gotta hear what you got!
Great work! This is really well made compared to the others i've heard out there, it really does sound like the real deal. Easily the best remake out there.
That's definitely what I was aiming for. I just wanted to hear something that sounded legit, but couldn't find a good version, so i made it myself. One of my all time favorite beats, let alone a Pac associated one. 😊
@@BeastNationXIV You killed it! I have a request, there's a 2pac song called Late Night 95 / Till My Dying Day, do you think you could try remake it? If not no worries, the quality of the song is really bad though.
@@basicallyvevo6353 I'm sorry man, I don't take requests. I don't have half the musical equipment or instruments that the original composers have. So I stay in my musical lane.
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care And uh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him 'Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had to give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent And in the end it seems I'm headin' for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin' wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Said it ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is It ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, 'cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter And uh To all the ladies havin' babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em 'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more 'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son Wants to kno' why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While the tears, is rollin' down your cheeks Ya steady hopin' things don't all down this week 'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's gettin' older and older and cold From havin' the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin' Benz I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but Please, you got to keep your head up
