Track 4 - 9th Wonder (Instrumental) Write your sickest rap here or in my other videos if you want. Also, check out www.soundclick.... for most of my beats!
Travel the world , and penetrate the times, escape through rhthyms in search of peace and wisdom, with raps i send smoke signals lettin the streets know im with em One of the dopest hip hop songs of all time no doubt
beat is raw so the bars gotta cook its took a lot a things in my life to see and look through the pain in the past leave it there mind clear right here no fear of the future feel the energy and the synergy with the beat its easy to see what you want but you see whats in front of the tv believe me if need be you can be complacent while im lacing the blunt with acid sprayins dont judge because my decision its to enilighten with precision the mission of livin an infinite night in the same rhythms.
this beat echoes in our universe. stop listening to that bullshit & pay attention to this unique verse. I can feel my braincells dancing to this shit. my heart ain't bumpin, he's rockin hard to this shit. This shit is bad ass but i didn't farted. I just closed my eyes & imagined as soon as the beat started. if u're not feeling this, then your soul must of departed. he left you, damn, unbelievable. To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
Slick rhyme, I love the part where it says "the present is currently kicking my ass/minimum wage, got me in a maximum rage/that's why I spit words that'll shatter the page/"
@JahGuidanze He just started using the mpc this year... This beat was posted in 2008... And im sure 9th has had more than enough money to afford an MPC..
We need to make real Hip Hop music, but the mainstream leads the masses astray in the radio waves, and I can't believe this shit gets played it's disastrous like a cancer leading causing the bullet to trigger the cold vein upon the cryptic message to the brain. We need a change and a revolution to bring good old school Hip Hop back...I respect those that appreciate the realness, and here you go... here ya go...someone else grab my MIC and rhyme!!!
Psyche!!! I'm kiddin, I'm holdin / grippin / rippin this flow real hard and don't underestimate the power of my voice / Nas taught me to feel pain / Eminem taught me how to play cards / Lupe helped me to sip these previous rhymes in a coffe cup / no expresso to express this feeling of love that I have for this good beat / the heat is on / passionate / I ran wit it / instoppable / valuable with conscious rights to be heard in all 4 corners of the Earth
this beat is nice have a primo sound to it i think he used some of the effects that primo used from one of his beats or sampled that beat but cant remember the beat
always kickin my rhymes from my esophagus try to stay healthy so i stay from too much pork and sausages im out of this world dude im on some saucer shit!!!!
it is about time we turn the divided in2 the unitied fighting the hand on the back of the depressed man if i can open your eyes 2 show you the real ganster on the block is the cop the judge the politician cook that heat right out of hell kickten 2 give my people a taste of freedom
back to life while the nurses watchin'/ shit I'm feelin' like lincoln's memorial I'm in a hard seat/ just then I hear a beep, the faintest heart beat/ let it live..................
baby honey we cood live the good life/ mansion in the hills wit a sky light/ but for now we need this lil money jus to get by/ spendin all our nights runnin from police lights/ jus got out the hall did a lil time but its alright. cant even hit the fire POs got me on a leash somethin tight/ we the dream chasin cream makin life takin rhyme creatin squad out for nuttin less than the best of lifes rewards
my real is only difined as not refined a going above the line /i do wit time and my rhymes climb up ur spine so devine /its compared to fine wine when it hittin the nerves or hittin the herbs /if you was drivin a have you hittin the curb
shit it's fire beats like this I really support/ they say hip hop is dead but it lives in the north/ t.dot we bring/ the ability to think/ back to the beat before you could even blink/ soulja boy stinks/lil wayne stinks/ yo rap's endangered but its not yet extinct/ my flows so deep its got nowhere else to sink/ like the bottom of the ocean/ let haters drink the hatorade cuz I mixed it wit poison/ I just wish to be hoisting the importance of lyrics/ to the top of an industry corroded by gimmicks/
a demon has been sent/from the gatesof hell to earths rotting surface/came to see wich soul would be with less focus/lying here faced down on the cold pavement/my life will end,havent reached greatness/fires but the gun is jammed/jesus couldnt stand death of a rightous man.
while mainstream rappers have spare condominiums/ like one for every night, and fake cats have a "cherry" mind/ just waitin' to get popped/ I'm just waitin' for my thoughts to get discovered like columbus and america/ dawg I'm honest when I get at ya but I won't stray off topic/ I'm nostalgic of the times rap was based on logic/ now this fuckin' shit's based on "how-can-I-make-shit-off-it"/ I feel I'm the surgeon rap's heart is stoppin/ so I'm yellin' clear and I'm tryin to shock it/
internet rhymin/intellect shinin/intersect minin/blowin up spots/showin up crops/corny ass rappers poppin like orville redenbach/i stop/only at red hectagon signs/used to commit petty crimes/now i commit ready rhymes/that are instant at any time....
tore my ACL so i gotta have surgery/at a time i posted bail, the crime i committed is now hurtin me/harder to get a job if u got a criminal record/just tryin to lace minds with my subliminal message/stay outta trouble/like twins the cops are on the double/comparin a crook to a simple man they just see a double you/as far as economics we are close to being last like the letter W/im just tryin to change our thinking/intoxicating minds and been stop drinking/we can rise fast without even blinking..
ahh..the homie unknownassailant/knowin my rhymes are better will put him on the pavement/hard raps/tough rhymes/i run laps/in no time/ball caps/no shines/tall cat/small crimes/im all that/so fine/u should've sat/on ur behind/when i tell u that/im nice wit mine/nah..the homie is cool/every now and then i gotta teach him so we go to school/open up books then afterwards we can shoot some pool/he knows i eat wack lyrics u can even see it in my stool...
In the sky I twist my fitted cap like white kids and they friends tryn ti git smashed, they say rap and kyle like frick n frack, so why these guys tryn limit dat wit they wack lil limericks black, this my flimsy ish in fact why would i ever write my sickest raps, online sorry Mr. Babyyy but duke im on mine, KC still will deliver for you on time, like a real Christian jo i do it foe da lord tho i aint real spiritual, i spit it how i live it and deys niggas dont and its jiz dat simple bro...10bars
just loaded with shit man, it's so depressing/ that cat's with talent start second-guessing/ themselves/ and their, self-expression/ ppl. that were born real ill ya know the propa' (proper) dudes/ just got killed by the birth of auto tune/ I guess it's right what they say yo they ain't lie/ when something is born another thing dies/ but that rap should fry, like the electric chair/ cuz ya there may be money present but our respect ain't there/ shit underground rappers make the bare minimum/
