This shit reminds me of Christmas in New York, no cable watching basic cable and sports, snow pants? You better double up them shorts. Walking in winter, wouldn’t go if I wasn’t forced. Just thinking out loud, don’t need to speak my tree to loud. Carrying more then aloud I got the D.E.A proud With a girl with a smile if the girl ain’t in love the the girl in denial. Ima stop sorry. Shit remind me of Christmas growing up tho.
Tryna catch a paper, This goes from Jay-Z to Don Draper What's Hiphop? A clean mirror One better than my own Inspiration is an enterprise One that I do compromise Never despise I read all comments In every video I click No bait, writing hooks Between a Mel Brooks flick I've seen a Tokyo Drift yesterday Girl was like ''Bae... ...Why you hard on yoself?'' ''Cuz I'm bad for your health. I come real stealth. Diggity check yourself Before you wreck yourself chasing that check But check-check it out now, The real mic testa, too much real life stuff for a Chuck A mix of Palahniuk and Norris What's life aboat? Catching a ferry? A day off as Bueller Ferris? Airways got breeze, to climb out of debris. I always made a good sound, even in days of hard distress Picture Malcolm X looking out of his window, Picture Luther Jr. reading out his paper, Picture Pac rolling one, writing some Picture DAX recording a video on full energy Picture Kendrick watching Wile Coyote Picture my lil homie aiming at his artistry at the corner of my street Recording videos and such, earning the world, making websites. Real life street hood shit. Bad holidays, Santa didn't show up Guess he was busy delivering shit to structured families Still they didn't kill my hunger, my thirst and my success Prices and paper don't scare me anymore, concrete jungle can't eat me They grew a monster, prepared to go as Eazy-E, R.I.P to the legends: Nipsey Hussle. Sabotage, Fill from Rio Grande do Sul. Daleste. ODB from Wu Tang. MF DOOM. Melk, mano do M na Testa. Pop Smoke. Shot by intruders. Awful. George Floyd. XXXTentacion. Biggie. Dina Dee. Big L. Man Big L died three months before my birthday. This makes me think on the loser/winner mentality that has been shaping minds, It's all that Tyler Durden quote on growing up thinking that... we’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. Maybe we will. Who knows? Who shapes history? Who has the final saying? Only ourselves. That's why we rock with Curtis 50 Jackson. That's why we De La Soul. That's why we Slick Rick. That's why we J Dilla, we Jay Dee, we Bk', we Djonga. Even if you don't know exactly the language, we all brothers from across the world Tryna survive, catch a paper and not a case, the case is a brief one which we open Showing the portfolio, what we capable of, anything to purchase dreams and not only pay bills That's why we special. Special as Nas, since Wu is for the Children. KRS-One. Get me even the nerd shit, the comic books. Yea yea yea, the Luke Cage one, One Blade for the road, a Conan the Barbarian, a Dungeons and Dragons book Watching a Critical Role as I'm tying my shoe, before going to work Nothing fancy, earning little, starting small, carrying logs in a lumbermill Shitting in a miniscule toilet filled with mosquitoes Sometimes I think I failed as a son, went angry at my pops, stupid at my moms There's still time to change But If this was the day I went out I loved everything God gave me, even my flaws and obstacles If I fall, I'll get myself back up again Amen.
testimonio 43 uh que tecla toque sanint: soñe con mi estrella sin luz tapada por la sombra de tu cruz en tus brazos se escapa mi juventud me llevo un pedazo tuyo al ataud- kiddo: estabamos a solas y se apago la luz le dio luz a su furia entre jazz y blues me lleno de su furia y de su glamour- villano manukay: tell me. tell me what you wanna do si aca toda la noche rancha toda mi crew aca se prenden porros y se apaga la luz se despiertan todas las viejas del Hood-
Got the skills to make a mill got the crowd yo dancing dancing on the ceil ling having a yo grand ol time yo feeling the vibe from the funky homosapiens flow you Betta act like u know cause I'm willing n ready to show the skills that I earned by working hard
Y’a pas de galère j’attend mon heure de gloire A coup de glaive le rhum on vas lboire Je me lève quand y commence à faire noir Dans le teh ya la frappe rocky balboa
Just Gimme the beat So i can let loose, Life Got me stressed the fuck out So I could use a drink or two, Why u think i smoke bud Just To ease what im living thru, on my lonesome No one asking "whats been eating u", So i move real criminal No time for subliminals, Cut my circle short Cause i know what the envy do, Scoping out they petty moves See this is what the fetty do, And these bitches aint shit Wanna move how a nigga do, But still gon cry When he just end up leaving u..damn, This hell seem infinite And if the shoes fit, then im in, Dig myself into a hole Then i just make a pool of it, Climbing up the top Just to see if the noose could fit.......
I beez on some shit When I spit I be Dat nikka none of ya fuckn wit Shit I was born gifted I gets busy ay time I spit it Bars is so vivid 3d high definition Listen I'm just carrying on tradition When im cooking up Like arm n hammer with coke In the pot These bars is Crack Im Pyrex whipping This is what you call tunnel vision Enlightened and guided by my third eye vision Playing my position Any and everything in front of me is obsolete even my opposition Listen To da the top That's the slogan On my buckshot shit I gotcha open Hoping I Don't black out on the beat Airing out the mic I'll leave it broken Not ya average far from savage Ima beast on these beats How I was brought up in these streets Playing for keeps Dolo when I creep Mobbing on em ima get deep Causing havoc RIP TO MY INSPIRATION PRODIGY AKA BANDANA P
idc to write raps but i wana brag fools say im from another realm saying im from hell well idc when there overwhelmed ive died more times then i can count on my left hands 666 for life
See everyday I'm living life, Likes it's my last, Like the brother or sister sitting in a cast, By cast I mean casket, Watch for the basket, Of hate they love to regulate, when you see Regulars get ate, Crumbs in they palms, but I want The whole pie, So why even lie, To myself, I try to stay in stealth and watch my health, No goods peeping over shoulders, I was made to be a soldier, So I guess the wars just older Far from over, Strategize from the all known tactics, See critics doing backflips, Just to get their names in The scripts, See I rips, Mics daily, I'm for the drama put that On my mama, And papa too I think like Sun Tzu, See my beam pointing at you, Fixing to snipe through, What a wasted facial, Kamikaze bodies, far from oddly, I rock to the tunes of beat monopoly, Miss the tragedy, These emcees be, spitting phony On the m I c, I speak that on the words of KRS one Said in 93, Lets bring back hip hop, and rid of messages that slop, With no thought at the top, Treat every one like my brother to sister older women's as mother's, Still gotta play undercover lover, to many girls, I'm not a player, just romance soothsayer, ..... Oh yeah party people over here, And over there, Yeah taking it back to the seventies yeah, Slim chicks, with afros and piks, Yo I'm loving it, Uh, like Mickey D's you'll be feeling these, lyrical calories, Laying on ya mentality, Brain fog got ya memory in a jog, Wait a minute, I'm tryna spend it, Paying attention, To the ambition, ....
Pensando en escribir algo para RU-vid sin sarparme con nudes solo verbos como ver solo el atardecer.. fumar unas flores quizás no tenga la heladera llena pero tengo un sentimiento inmenso que me llena mi cuaderno aveces sonrío y cuando termino no sonrío veo en el espejo mi reflejo no el de mi viejo .. quizás por ser un delincuente no estar en casa presente sin pensar en los creyentes ayudando a los que podían dar y nada reclamar .. no como un estado presente pero mirando para un costado mira hermano ayudaron pero porque era su deber no como en su poder tuvieron el sueldo del pueblo haciendo la vista de costado sin ver las consecuencia que podían traer no prefirieron ayudarse como babilonia entre una sola mano ganadora que se llena el puñado de dinero y tira piedras y escuende la mano.. no vaya ser que se caen como babilonia se quedan en la lona.. y lo peor de todo esto que nadie los va ayudar por ser malas personas... Gracias a los hermanos que me leyeron!! 🔊🔊 Sigue cantando hermano
shhh a legends emerging ragnarock serpent and my venoms surging I’m urging parental advisory my inspiration intake knows no bounds even the skies a story this content is explicitly explicit I’m inflicting what my lyrics are insisting (adlib- mentally) wee”z the big boys wheez goes the big boy I can’t say I’m from Detroit unemployed or been destroyed I do feel a void I do avoid I have been annoyed I guess I’m a steroid rock in space with ass before the collision with this planet place we call home killing off the dyin sores leaving foes stills so I don’t run out of fuel to burn a hatred primal and primeval the first sentience in comprehended existence so my strange shit just face it why I’m strange? shit I just can’t change it like when you change your home personality at work if your personality home mode the same at work that’s when your brain a woke and your dreams are short spending those hours on converting soul for gold make a life’s worth then contemplate what your life’s worth better yet where’s your master peace from your life work we spend time to buy time and I’m sick of selling mine to bite time My time is warped my life’s work like Dali melting clocks calmly defuse sweating as this ensues a second that lasts an hour as it tick tocks explosive as trends in social media closest thongs you’ve touched are my flip flops when I kick off my motives powered by knowledge to fill an encyclopaedia let a psycho compete with ya sore NATO when the wind turns like a tornado the worlds a psycho clone of a cycolone ready to spray fallout like a cologne nah fuck that beast in the bone cage listen to the man in my head high chair in the dome stage trust no one but the top floor the staircase the rare case unseen but all knowing having nightmares if I’m dreaming right ideas arent seeming right I tell you what if gods all knowing that nigga shot himself cause unless you drive a skyliner nobody likes a spoiler Jesus Christ nun loyaler I can see a confrontation testing my patience turning a victim to patient open a occupation by making one vacant I know I’m the underdog to recognition conducting my rap like a thunder rod, I’m a creature in an Astro pod from planet off mumble fodder, exiled cause I was rapping cosmic horror, a monster who ignores the laws of physics, a criminal with a sovereign image my life should amount to more then a wife with kid I loaded up someonelses rpg and am taking the shots overwriting to make the game mine im half goat like satyr my time just isn’t up yet, pull the piss out of poeple like a catheter, clean up well like a janitor I don’t cut my circle short with me we go the full diameter with me you have a fancier time then golden pocket watches we smoke cigars and drink Scottish scotch on the rock in the city beaches I spit a classier rhyme then royalty capes, chariots overtaking the rabbit in a rat race. Ain’t no one sending me to the bleaches when I run the show ain’t no one bringing the heat, if I freeze ya soul, hail the lyrics down like snow I was friends with nobody before you so don’t tell me what she likes her favourite game was to ignore me brush the dust of my shoulders I’m an antique in the folders on the shelf with composers brace yourself before I erase the shelf a peak at the peak all these projects ave a launch as big as boulders I play you something risky nigga I’m bolder then jadda smith I race you to 60 nigga mind is older then Jaden smiths I can fold paper 42 times and walk the moon slap that on the rock and show the world straight out the fucking abyss of my mind ya see I’m rolling five dice and get one of a kind get famous enough they know the name with one character let alone a silhouette skills not yet like dot or M can’t be another one off the forgotten men bring in the heat bring in the temperatures sent from words bring in the treats bittersweet scraps on a littered street bring in the very thing Versace, boujie or Gucci fuck off with that blue cheese just cause your tastes shit doesn’t mean you made it that’s the same as me coating my lungs in another layer of smoke and sending the lord a prayer like a poster boy with a pager Mother Nature raising son how mother nurture and now a new generations come leaving craters on the horizon line demonstrations left to a rising sun turning genesis to genocide I need a penance for who’s pen is this raising temperatures fair in height my presence unknown I could be anyone you walk past in Australia entrance down under is how underground this music your hearing like deep down goes my genitalia this game a bitch and she super needy that’s why my shit underground like Coober peady the only thing you look up to like being alone at the bar and watching a on mute TV I’m an mc hunter, fans with that animal paraphernalia essence of a naked mole trying to infiltrate the dirt wall travelling state to state like I’ve a visa brain dead weeded and likely anesthesia got me cognitive like amnesia you’ve not seen a animal stampede ya the zoos outbreak like virus loose I’m sparked up on vodka red bull the zues juice tongues in a knoose reciting like Dr sues often lots cut from mythical cloth you cant see through this emperors new clothes wanna thread wool the gold I locks I’m 3 bears to dead wolves spinning a gold yarn n sesh behind the wheel winning in due time my fates foretold designed and real you can kick in my door but my rains off the top like a Amazon canopy rainforest a jungle where a reign for rest the salty majesty topped up what I call gold pot always fall short like lepricons follow the rainbow and your set for bronze silver airows hailed from my spit I watch my own back and am my first biggest fan cruise through a salt lakes reflection I’m in an airboat I’m not Dutchman I’m swissoriginal my father aboriginal my egos depicting this fool my split personalities like 3 amigos and fictional you a fucking wuhan citizen listening here’s first contact I’ll remind you this mortal Kombat you only seeing the tip of my point but I’d still beat ya with a fucking thumbtack never forget when my brother showed me my first maryjane she was a busty and flirty one and made me very sane now I’ll pick up a dusty and dirty blunt anything to lift my plane elevated to hights I’ll never rest fucked her when I mount to everrest and even tho it’s the devils lettuce she’s more like a cabbage patch to make my levels jealous and even though it’s the devils lettuce she makes me feel very blessed oh god I could not fathom another cone but my heads to roam spitting like a cherosophen I’m roaming west Byzantine I’m baken and ostrage egg ass over head, disassembled Frankenstein crack open my yolk flowen soft centered orange leg let me go off again I’m Garfield gar headed this salty got bars to run a yard field my cool dicks in 47 punt I’m gambling affection for at least till I’m 47 cunt blade runner blades of glory I’m in the land of lost my wills feral since the date I dropped all go im up but no show so I’m down king of the underground I like to play around that’s why I came in the game put my last name in the game I hear it’s sick of limp rappers constant waiting lining up a shooting star I’ll paint a constellation Aries artistically more the god of war rhythmically nothing complete me too much I compete with my souls never gonna rest even if I’m dead cause I dream to big and I might just break a leg
Sous pédalo colombien plein de cadeaux Je sors le flag et je te donne la bague L éboueur big gague Ylan demande le snap encore un peu je la tape Chasseur chasseur so NAKKA Poilu comme CHEWBACA Grosse enceinte dans le cul Plus de douche plus ça pue Je conse le j sous les arbres Tous Sous le dry bien macabre Sous Parachute Stmx freestyle culte Nager dans l eau Que je tournille On fume plus que le tamu Bien coffrer dans l allu Je te mettrerais sous fufu Sardines sort de la goutierre On fume que de la terre It's automatic, tryna tell them that the flow is automatic heard the boy once and they say they gotta have it Make a muthafucka fiend turnin bitches into addicts Cause the flow is automatic, said it's automatic Tryna tell them bitches that the flow is automatic Heard the boy once and they say they gotta have it Make a muthafucka fiend turnin homies into addicts (Verse 1) Fuck all the niach I’m subscribed to the hash I make your cash I massacre the track in a way that you've never seen And what I mean is that the kid is really tough, shown up If I get up on the beat and I can leave it barely breathing For no reason motherfucker man up, what? If the flow is getting sporadic eradicating rappers If a motherfucker speak about nonsense I gotta make it a tangible feeling revealing The way I'm living is nothing more than fucking contradiction I admit it but it was never a given a mothafucka would be existing And promise you pay attention I have the best of intentions Eliminating descending depending upon my page The problems is you're all taking the politics and illusions Diluted to what I'm doing Included to what I'm proving Your ignorance is the bar and I hope that wasn't confusing You'll remember when this lyrical literary abusing Put the pen upon the page and I'II promise you'll feel the pain And a picture a mothafucka painting a portrait that was contained And the emotions I've been displaying explaining I wasn't much And my confidence never present my promiscuity spewing Excusing the effervescent bitches steady representing There's a question that I really want ask tho How is success ever equated with the cash flow? But I will never compensate with any of these assholes That only wanna talk about the money the bitches the business And pitching a pack of narcotics up in the area of codes And then give a disclaimer like I had to fucking do it I got people that I feed so tell me what you were doing You was in my situation running out of patience debating On how the fuck you finna pay the rent I could never judge a person for what they currently do I don't know what that motherfucker has really been through God Damn One time for your mind with the rhyme from the realest These homies giving you feeling I can believe that you feel it You gotta be fucking kidding and what the music is listening I’mma call intermission I said l've been on a mission I've integrated my soul with the sound I gotta tell the truth and a lie is never allowed I isolate myself inside a room there's no time for fucking around Shit I gotta build it up from the ground Yo resurrect a record I prefer doing everything I can To make sure that I separate myself from every other motherfucker In reality they never gave a damn I've been telling everybody I'm developing a plan It started off with a flow but these homies don't understand God Damn I would never be somebody that would speak about the wealth And I just wanna be myself, not somebody else So insane so identity fraud would help Frontal sur la taille Je te prend à la courte paille So nakka cote bleu Sort le teu teu Le j c est le s jte sors les ss
