Not much to be done now. Just remember There is only One God. Who is three in Person. The Father(who rules from heaven and sent His Son), The Son(Jesus), and The Holy Spirit(Guides/dwells in all believers and is responsible for the Bible, which is the only infallible Word and the only way to know God). God hates sin, humans have sinned and deserve hell. Yet God sent His Son, Jesus, who is His equal. Why? To bear our sin and His wrath after living a sinless life. He dies on that cross because of our sins and his wrath,but rises three days later. Ascending to heaven too. We can join Him via His grace. See the Father has drawn people to Jesus, the elect, out of his own will. Unconditional election. Fair. Those who are convicted by His Spirit(The Holy Spirit) repent and trust in Him. Being saved by Grace alone, through faith ALONE , in Christ ALONE , revealed in Scripture ALONE, for the Glory of God ALONE. So repent of your sins. Turn away from them and ask forgiveness and turn to Christ now. And don’t forget to pray, worship and read the Bible once you accept. It’s NOT simply praying a prayer and going back to WORLDLINESS but there will be fruit(decreased sin, guilt over sin and joy like never before)
Dmx is the greatest entertainer and real hardcore underground rap all time as the golden age era collection hip hop culture in the late 90's. I love the 90's hip hop! Baby i was born in the late 90's. I'm from Baltimore Maryland
Ah we miss you DMX greatness late 90s and 2000s legendary rapper ever made album CD DMX Collection era all time thanks your memories rest in peace DMX 1970-2021 we hope dream come true rap and hip hop always your life homes peace dog.
@@yes6082 seemingly simple, but calculated. Simple rythm yes, but to get the result those beats had, people will struggle remaking those sort of beats because they seem "simple" but it's deeper than that
@@charliecorbett503 I feel like sometimes those “old beats” can still be replicated in the new modern music but it’s due to the lack of meaning behind modern song sometimes and the nostalgia most ppl had with old hip hop vs modern it’s what blinds us from the actual reality which is hip hop didn’t stop being hip hop ppl still make simple beats with a simple rhythm the same way they did back in the day the only difference is instead of strings they use pianos and all that yk they do the same thing except they just changed the instruments and drum kits to make it more “modern” sure it may not be everyone’s favorite and due to the lack of meaning behind song now and days it can seem terrible but there is no denying that beats how they were back in the way are exactly the way they use to be the only difference is time changed so instruments changed and so on, it’s only because of ppls attachments to legends of hip hop that ppl criticize not only the artist but the beats in modern music today when it reality the only thing that changed was the instrument choices and the artist who get their hands on them.
Yo yo, the dog is here Yo yo, the dog is here Yo yo, the dog is here Yo yo Where the East Coast at? (Come on) Where the West Coast at? (Come on) Where the Midwest at? (Come on) Where the Dirty Dirty at? (Come on) Where the East Coast at? (Come on) Where the West Coast at? (Come on) Where the Midwest at? (Come on) Where the Dirty Dirty at? Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Yo, yo, yo yo, yo Yo, yo, yo yo, yo Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be Messin' with a dog like me D to the M to the X Last I heard, you cowards was havin' sex with the same sex I show no love Empty out, and throw more How you gonna explain boning a man? Even if we squash the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand I don't mess with chumps, for those to been to jail That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps I can't deal with brothers that think they broads Only know how to be one way, that's the dog I know how to get down, know how to bite Bark very little but I know how to fight I know how to chase a cat up in a tree Man, I give you cowards the business for messin' with me Is you crazy? Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Yo, yo, yo yo, yo Yo, yo, yo yo, yo Once it's on, I come though, is drawn (Blap blap) lungs is gone, sons will mourn From dusk 'til dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog On the street past midnight, look for 'em in the morgue I don't play with these cats 'cause I ain't got nothin' to say to these cats For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cats 'Cause I know they all hardheaded but I ain't got the patience Don't want me havin' no patience turn into more patients More trips to ICU 'cause I see you Tryna get away with things a real wouldn't do Where my dogs at? (Right here) See them niggas? (Right where?) Get 'em boy (Right there) That's how we do (Alright then) Yeah, this is for my dogs, this is for my dogs Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog) From then 'til now, don't ask me how Know that we gon' roll like them cats and hit every block on the job Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that (come on) Where the hood at? It's all good It's all good, dog is the hood (I am the hood) It's all good, dog is the hood (I am the streets) It's all good, dog is the hood It's all good, dog is the hood (take it how you want, mother) It's all good, dog is the hood (I'm in the hood all day) I think I'm like the only, dog That can go to the projects he grew up in by his self and be good (School Street) Yeah, ask on my project (Y.O.) When the last time they seen dog (Y.O.) Not too long ago, baby D, Y, ugh Kato (Where the hood at?)
Man, this is it This is what they've been waiting for baby This is what they've been waiting for They've been waiting for the dog to scratch They've been waiting for the dog to scratch Already got Grand Champ status Tell me how they feel about this? All I see red, blood red Fuck that nigga said? One dead Gun to the head, didn't run But instead, wash my hands and face His blood, it shed Never had it all, I was born demented Fuck apologizing, if I said it, I meant it If I don't like you, fuck you Never pretendin' Crash blew up and burned - that's how it ended Urban legend, I heard it mentioned Dog is right at home in the dirt and trenches My birth's intentions [?] was the first to sentence What's life without parole for the worst offenses Senseless slaughters, kicked open the door Why everybody gotta die? Why our sons and daughters? With orders, we are clear from the start First, turn off the lights And then murder whatever moves in the dark, nigga Blood red! Blood red! If they don't know by now, they about to find out Blood red! Blood red! How the dog get down, and what the dog is about Even though I know it is the truth, you don't mean it You haven't earned it, you haven't seen it Nightmares, all you can do is dream it You run from it, and I end up in between it What was the first curse, turned into a blessing With burners that shit was burned, turned into a weapon Built for war, bitch ass nigga That shit I'm gonna spit will get you killed through the door Found 'em on the floor - the fetal position There is no 'or, ' came here with leave 'em intentions [?] Thought shit was funny, like shit you was saying was ill Until you made that left turn, and shit got real When it come to rap, you cats got it all wrong Got bars for days, but can't make a song If you did half of what you said when you was flapping your jaw Push dem bricks, the fuck yous rapping for? Nigga! Blood red! Blood red! Man, if they don't know by now, they about to find out Blood red! Blood red! How the dog get down, and what the dog is about mothafucka! Blood red! Blood red! If they don't know by now, they about to find out Blood red! Blood red! How the dog get down, and what dog is about They wasn't, they not ready! They not ready! C'mon man My plan It is not a fucking game
Absolutely, let's make those adjustments: (Verse 1) But don't even start, Akash, Your punches are weak, like a feathered sash. Skinny and frugal, counting every buck, But when it comes to fighting, you're out of luck. Standing at five-foot-four, feeling so bold, But your stature means nothing when you can't hold. Broke as a joke, with pockets so light, In the boxing ring, you won't put up a fight. Sensitive soul, can't handle the heat, Your insults backfire, they're not even neat. (Chorus) No girls in sight, they're off in a sprint, Can't handle the heat, your game's in a tint. Your punches are weak, they won't make me bleed, I'll keep spitting flames, with all of my speed. (Verse 2) You think you're tough, Akash, but you're just a bluff, Your punches are soft, like marshmallows fluff. Skinny and frugal, with no game to play, In the boxing ring, you'll fade away. So listen up close, Akash, as I take control, Your punches are weak, like a soggy roll. Sensitive and broke, can't handle the fire, In the boxing ring, you'll tire and tire. (Bridge) You tried to come at me, Akash, but you missed the beat, Your words are dull, like a stale treat. Skinny, frugal, and sensitive too, In the boxing ring, you're through and through. (Outro) So take a seat, Akash, and listen up tight, Your punches are soft, like a dimming light. We're boxing now, and I'll knock you out clean, While you're stuck in the dark, I'll reign as the king.
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental213 - Where The Hood At - Earl Simmons DMX Feat Swizz Beatz [Produced By TuneHeadz] [Year: 2003] [Album: Grand Champ]
