Donation: MarTrust: 5194 0650 0061 7199 www.donationalerts.com/r/digg... Hip Hop Sample vm.tiktok.com/ZSeJxUqgG/ Diggin' Underground Beats / @digginundergroundbeats Album: The Big Picture Produced: Lord Finesse Released: 2000
Which dolt asked him if he was thinking about someone, heard Big L answer his question; “Nah-“ “‘Nah…?’” “Nah, all my shit be like that lately ‘cause niggas been battling on tha Block lately…” “Oh, so you WERE thinking about somebody when you wrote that…”
This instrumental is one of the best of all time. Not only because it’s Big L but it’s so smooth and free to flow on. Ideal for a cypher freestyle groove. ✌️
Loool big l is literally the illest I don't care what people say.. obviously others got mad talent but he's just a treat. He cracks me the fuck up. He's got that flow, comedy, raw and real all at once he eats any rapper for lunch even without spitting anymore bars haha no one's got what he had. Rip L
vibing to tha best, telling my inner self to piss off, akon to big L moving big steps, inner peace is all i need, I wake up to get high, to start my day fresh, ready to fk shit up, I respect tha legends, an da side dey rep, old skool is wea its at, Lmaoooooo
. in those times nearly every rapper battled and cyphered for dominance, and majority of their material is insanely good compared to today's standards. Bet you that dj was being honest with L..
I *flip* tracks like *parkour* , I'm the clout *gainer* And dedicated to hit back non-profound haters Money *talk* , *Presidents' speech* , I got *loud paper* So not messing with me, it sounds safer Fake *middlemen* MCs put to *sleep* , call it *Narco*-lepsy I *far-go* like *wells* , *all over the world* , *got settlements for centuries* I'm a *soldier* , I *fight* for *green* , got a *thick celery* If you think I'm ass, I'll hurl boulders, and school you, elementary
Bine ai venit in catacombele minții Esti un eșec ti ai dezamăgit părinții Nu te mai mintii De la soc iti tremura dintii E un câmp de luptă rece Înecat in ceata Prea multe idei pe secundă, creierul îngheață Vad o silueta in intuneric Cu fiecare sentiment de teama devin tot mai puternic Înconjurat de lupi ce așteaptă doar sa ma consume Am asa zisi prieteni gata sa ma vândă pe sume Ti ai trait viata in totală iluzie Ideile tale despre realitate În realitate cauzează confuzie Briceagul băgat bine in buzunar în cartiere taxa se plătește lunar Da am gresit si recunosc tata pe mâini de sânge nu am nicio pată Nu mi am vândut sufletul ca am inima amanetata Cine sapa groapa altuia cade în ea Ca ma duc sa dau la lopata Vorba aia dupa fapta si răsplata Eu sunt pregătit sa fac lungă tu esti pregatit sa o faci lată Oh voi roboțeilor stati jos si lustruitiva antena Dau rime pentru români de peste tot pana in mamaia Sânge rece rosu nu din ala de rege Timpu trece sunt pregătit sa încalc orice lege Nu sunt complicat însă nimeni nu ma intelege Roman adevarat stradal subteran Sunt nou da ma simt un veteran Transpirația imi curge dupa fata Si am sa iti dau la coaste sa nu te mai văd în viata Ma declar împăratul underground ului oficial Stau si cant de pe un tron de oase Moartea si a rupt pe.mine prea multe coase Cuvinte reale nu doar rime frumoase Imi pun gluga pe cap si merg mai departe Am sânge n coaie o dau cu voi parte n parte Sunt un veteran al strazii si am trecut prin multe lupte Am avut in mana atâtea capete rupte Cicatrici si urme de batalie Un caracter fara frica plin de tărie
Ti sei mai chiesto com'è guardarsi dentro , arrivare nell'inconscio parlare col subconscio e provare emozioni,conoscere informazioni,sentire sensazioni e conoscerti meglio. La vita ti pone difficoltà e ci sta è come quando parli con la gente e ti butti nella mischia, sembrerebbe giocare una partita sopra a fifa ma devi lottare per cambiare la tua vita . Non pretendo nulla da nessuno ti giuro,vivo la mia vita da solo e sono contento,a volte provo a dare fiducia e far diventare importante qualcuno,ma finisce che me la prendo sempre nel culo. Questa è la verità si sa è come quando vai a fare la spesa alla sisal cerchi sempre qualcosa ma non la trovi un po' come cercare a media world i pomodori. L'importante è vivere, resistere,trovare nuove liriche da scrivere ed incidere in queste maledette rime ,che trasmettono in testi,concetti che a parole non saprei dire. Torno a casa e c'è un'aria pesante,tocco il fondo con le palle e mi rialzo con le gambe ,vivo in queste stanze con la situa imbarazzante quando vorrei sentirmi libero di volare come farfalle. Riconosci la verità di queste parole ne sputo tante quante mangia panini al mc un ciccione,rimane chiaro il concetto che per stare meglio rimango solo aspettando una mia evoluzione
I back on oh tooh I once downloaded this track off Napster and I was super blitzed and I randomly freestyled what ought to be the second verse is a track I was working on. Then a buddy deleted all my music to install some games. Now I can only hope to find that track. This is my first actual attempt. All I got for search logic is 98 freestyle beats. Actual without a see is a trail wtf.
Conversations over pasta discussing The split how we gonna chop it up when we done with the bricks all I know is I’m kill it every time when I spit lord knows I need the cash yo I’m runnin a muck go broke I got my mask n a gun in the truck just hope I ain’t gotta take it there n risk of al
Im Pulling strings Orcastrating scenes Like stephen king Godfather to these flows Now kiss my ring I aint the one to believe in silly things Like redbull gives you wings The truth stings Haters try to study my moves Gotta keep 3moves ahead Like a game of chess Gotta protect my queen In the game of life Where people win and lose Gotta keep on pushing through Days turn to nights The atmosphere Feeling like de ja vu Looking up at the stars That shine beyond the moon Supplying my route To a brighter future Gotta watch out for them Newts That will turn savage for that tuna Crocadiles and annacondas Smile in your face But stab you in the back Check the logic Thats a cold hearted fact Paint a picture with color And maybe the world Wont be so white and black The love we lack Losing trust Imma need me a polygraph Paint a perfect picture like mona lisa Call it my art attack You aint even on my level You gonna need a starter pack Ioyalty is rare like an artefact These lyrics are as real as my flesh Battle with me it will be a train wreck Outcast to rap Watch me rip the decks Twist the necks Like Vietnam War vets If you answer back
Delivering snow grams, I glow, damn Fucking with me its like Big L's last name I'll have you eating coal man Hustling till I'm in Fiji bored The devil guides every word I say like a Ouija board
evan mack and tell where, all these niggas got they whole style from, so what you actin for you ain’t half as raw you neeed to practice more, somebody tell this nigga son, for’ I crack his jaw, you runnin wit boys I’m runnin w men, ima be rippin the mic until ima hunnit n ten. Have y’all niggas damnit this nigga done done it again
To battle me ya must be fit I talk, flow, rap yall sit My mind i search for rhymes to get Yall start showin love to me like a pet This record yall i set, catch ya ass with a net, like an insect Perfect, the lyrical flow i conjure from my mouth as it flows onto the floor I charge at my high standards like a bore i can neva quit until my legs go sore, blood leakin now its gore, run for the door Im ascending, yall cant comprehend, caw like a hen, battle cry my words i send, i come in yall bend prepare for destrctuon im a villain like the DOOM, gettin high off a shroom, u was left in the dust need a broom, zoom into the boom the explosion shatters ur mind addicted to my rhymes, yall listenin whats the times? 2PM left me on the jack came back its after dark tick tack where the time went my flow will take yo mind into a daydream, spacin out trynna understand a thing, like how yall studyin fossils, my tracks go back in time where it was grime, underground jime, inhale it face turn green like a pine i feen for the money that generates the cake, the dough i bake, shake the characta so he wake for sovrims sake, yall people like leeches yall fake plump like some peaches clump up like ants when foreign edibles are dropped, new flows are being copped, copied style for style, i rile up the people in the pit, yall smell like shit, thats what its like, get that toothpaste before speakin, its my words ur ears be seekin, ur fears no sleepin, my extraordinary words creepin into yo mind cravin more; addiction starts shit gets real, yo mind is like a fish time to reel in, eat yo ass up like a dish, cuz yall be feedin me, yall trynna unlock my potential get that key in my brain u extract my inside shit, it comes out vocally, poke the knee, musical chords so yall can see, lyrics crazy as fuck, im like a nuke being dropped, metalfaced doom, my mind wont stop, generatin, send the ratin for my songs i be droppin i know yall cravin, savin bar for far in yo man cave in
Плачут небеса Мои нервы не в порядке Оставлю все тут на виду Но не играю в ваши прятки Мистер президент скажите кто вы есть Находясь в этом сером мраке Быть обитателям ада правда не легко? Продать душу дьяволу правда не легко? Когда за душой совсем ничего Они хотели сказать что ты ничего не достоин Но лишь одна удача и ты доблестный воин Те нити которые связывают твои корни Борись за душу и будешь снова довольный Поймал волну ловим вайб Все кричали что ты тру Но всем насрать Все кричали что ты лгун Но всем насрать У у у у у у у
Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something You looking at me like I'm probably fronting I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader what, nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should have swallowed you You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come? You can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'ma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas [Verse: 2] Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time (Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken I should rob you but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin' I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out Keep fronting and I'ma choke you till your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that Yo, I’m not in the mood son, so don’t push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right That pussy was tight - gripping my dick like a pair of pliers You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I’ma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin' My album is done, so no there ain't no parts open I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week bring a different car out Go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain’t a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with fuck them too, I’ll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take I ran through every bitch in my path I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half Yo, I’m a take you out your misery And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book cause you’re history
mirando al cielo por que abajo no hay bueno, el calor de los mios, aunque haga frio con hielo, quizas por fuera rio pero por dentro me muero, quizas me falte mucho pa demostrar que te quiero no pidas calma, pa lante como un toro, quizas no tengo plata pero mis letras son oro, lo besos de esa flaca me hacen olvidarlo todo, su cuerpo es droga por eso ahora tengo el mono, me bajo y por si acaso agarro el mecha en el bolsillo, yo no te cuento na e lo que me pasa me lo callo, aprendo de cada fallo desde que era un niño,
The thought the death is great I fucked my brain up so much I can’t remember what I did yesterday I need to meditate to find a better way to levitate instead of getting high every day Fuck My mind is unstable I try to focus on other things but can’t take my eyes off this gun on my table
In school I was a fool, Wasn’t paying attention, I was gettin free lunches like another suspension, Classrooms like a dungeon to a youngin, depressin, So I was in the locker room inside ya locker an stressin,
Conversations over pasta discussing The split how we gonna chop it up when we done with the bricks all I know is I’m kill it every time when I spit lord knows I need the cash yo I’m runnin muck N if I go broke I got my mask n the gun in the truck
Gonna flow it like biggie Getting all this doe in like quickly Gotta pole wid me case a pussy try stick me An what's ye step these shoes cost me 550 Got the shooter ride with me Aim higher than ur kidney leave a body in the big sea I been shotting for the big p put the rotten in a clippy Til I'm chilling on a milli
This silly hilly Billy couldn't make a milli really I've been really tryna make it out in to the hilly Better views They say they on are side but they bet I lose Bout to cop a new whip Now the ban end is due New Mercedes hop init an then I cruise Plant a 10 that's a 36 sell that at 7 2 He sayin trap trap but whats he really sellin who Little tramp with yellow tooth He be seeing heaven soon Wen I let the devil boom That's the day he meets his tomb
@@jordanboyce402 my bars raise the temperatures of rooms, Hot since 96 had a fever since the womb, Life ain't fungi that's why they munching up the shrooms, You should see my true colours like a bunch of macaroons
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch with both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head {*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from? (YEAH!) So what you actin for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun on your niggaz and rob every last one of you niggaz [Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?) [Big L] I'm TIRED [Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!
[Verse 1] Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back, I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting Trigger temper, I'm quick to body something You looking at me like I'm probably fronting I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all 'Cause niggas like you be praying on my downfall Hoping I flop, hoping I stop You probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smoking the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool How come? You can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'mma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "Dammit, this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas [Verse 2] Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time (Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin' I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out Keep fronting and I'mma choke you till your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that? Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right That pussy was tight - gripping my dick like a pair of pliers You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smoking My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week, bring a different car out Go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain’t a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first 'Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with-fuck them too, I’ll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take? I ran through every bitch in my path I was fucking chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half Yo, I’mma take you out your misery And after this, nigga Put you in the social study book 'cause you’re history
Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin' You looking at me like I'm probably frontin' I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin' the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader what, nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should have swallowed you You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come? You can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'ma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas
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