Black Milk and Apollo Brown each got a piece of Dilla's soul when he passed...only two cats that REALLY been putting out that quality boom bap outta Detroit
I'm just a dreamer with hope dwelling in smoke for no reason clothes soaked cuz im deep as the ocean floor still sinking to the brink armor perfected no kinks in it Youths my favorite elixir but while drinking it It warps my way of thinking shit, exchanging my car tunes for cartoons that cut the heart like harpoons
Rollin in the deep Tusstlin in my sleep The scenes in my dreams Make it hard for me to scream The images are clearer than I originally feared Monstrosity at the cost of these things Two stretched hands Askin for the chance To prove the mans innocence The gloves still hot like the gloc he popped on 59th Where the kid laid - his life taken away Overcome with confusion, young tossed the gun Ran down the alley to pull down the image that hung Wrong day wrong time Wrong day wrong time Wrong day
A strong faith backed by working hands, with my heels on the floor, striving to do the Will of the Lord, my verse gets deep turn the pages to exodus 13:3, and you'll identify the identity of the MOST HIGH, most die blinded, I walk the path that's narrow and few who find it, don't envy none of these celebrities, yeah ya bankroll swol, but I can look in the mirror and see my soul glow, brighter than a welders arch CHRIST'S Life will help your heart, for when your hell gets dark..
I might use this beat and put it on the mixtape im wokrin on, do a remix or somethin. Elzhi is one of my favorites. and Black milk is one of the best producers, no argument.
Took a look around only to see the Sweet smoke Hold it longer, filled the lungs, Now Dont choke I've seen life in dreams, but death in Reality Cold-hearts prosper, that's the Game, Don't be Mad at Me We Build a brick wall but help eachother over Im surprised you can Stand this life Your Barely Sober We all need Change So I dare you to be Different Never followed Your Dreams, Motivation Not Consistant
Stuck in camoflauge runnin lost forgot my weapon, guns go off lights mark my return to bed springs alarmed mind, in my head rings migraines from the night before stuck in a puddle with a knife or sword proclaim me king, the hat's is off got to my wife, found with lancelot swung the blade, awoke in a new era corner block, kickin' flows to whose there a old woman crosses, points at me says watch out, and keep ya boys happy next scene I'm dealt crimes jealousy, recreate dreams....Elzhi
We Fear the Jeepers Creepers, this world Needs Real People's People.... If your a Criminal they'll Deal Wit' You Legal.... If you Speakin Meaningful you will Feel Stea... l From Evil Dis-Honest Men... Gods a metaphor, thats Easily Common Sense... Preach all you want and you'll Keep Being Wrong Again... Dont be afraid to Be What you Want My Friend... I Dont Need a Team Ill just Stay On The Fence....
My Instagram is a gallery of poked out tounges Gloat salary, selfies as we tote our guns Show boat gangsters promote albums Nothing but Influence smoked out lungs with no outcome Their deception to they fans is so well done Lesson to understand , it's depression in advance How do you destroy someone without a prone killing Make a victim willin to be their own villain Replace a hero with an idol Lateral for a one year old baby with zero chances of survival There's no gangsters in the bible Until the revival of Jesus I'm seeing peices of cancerous arrivals Damn, how it's hard for people to understand Blind like stevie wonder high in wonderland Blundering under the thunder amongst the storm Blunts are drawned, thot upfront you cunts are warned
My flows ocean souls potent slow motion to you or those open to bad negative energy floatin around for centeries waiting to posses some one but not me unless you correct some one my last life I was walkin by the ocean then the white light hit me and turned me into a ghost then cuz the last thing I remember is a white temple fulled with info showing how life is simple and what not to get in to seek true knowledge for real knowledge to be true and dog it was nice to meet you and peace dude!
I just saw this comment. I really appriciate people who can take notice in some of the literary devices I use and understand my thought proccess. Stay up!
yo i have this confession i make this might sound funny but i got her back this is me, talking to myself am i dreamin hard? cuz i feel its no reality i dont blame the truth but i say its kinda blue they call me sleeptalker cuz i spit every moment but this hiphop wont let my shawty go in minute its like i got the gifted while on my sleep so when i wake up i feel like it aint no reality
cold as the abyss of the apocalypse,frostbit tongue icicles hangin from my lips.a daydream stuck in my head like a follicle,mission impossible dats got me stuck in a zone.Capone situation chase paper or practice prudent patience,my thoughts is jumbled like a combination,i'm blunted, occupation got me feelin stunted.I'm hunted'most wantd like a fugitive,aisle 9 is where i'm lurkin, hit the doe or mop the bathroom flo.do i hit doe or mop this bathroom flo.
This is my new style; my old one was futile. Too mild. My grew smiled when I grew from a child. I was wild. I was full of shit and a new pile would appear. I spat and jeered when I peered in the mirrior, in the past. And it's time to win atlast. My grin grows fast when I see that cash. I owe some debts. I'll pay my fees. I blow my dough just like some o's. You couldn't even tow my steez. Your toes will freeze. I'm just that cold. I'll knock you down like pins I bowled. The tables turned; the spin was slow.
@DimmuChik the trick is 2 not just stand reverent b still only in the fact that ur not just resonance express ur contempt 4 the fence not with just phisical restlessness but spiritual existance less precios than lyrical vengance according 2 some, but they just want u poundin theyr drum
Yo, I be moving the streets, plotting on my feet,cant go to sleep, til I find a way eat,so peep, how I crept it, did the unexpected, with a pimp-out method,what, no lexus, just the chevy,and ryhme, should them no justice, how I executed my grind, time after time, and line after line, like tony montana, makin the best contenders, look like hannah montanah, what, what, I flip the verbs, like crack, never heard of that, that's why, I keep stackin, racks on rack, and yall cant stop top that,,,what!
In my sleep i can kill these so called emcees who perpetrate streets, circulate me around without beef, a sound thats so sweet it gets down for some peace, No crowns where i dream amount to just be a good human being to the mountains and seas T-1ne
Yo why are so many people tryna spit in the comments? Is there some sort of competition or something that I'm not aware of? Like whoever has the best bars to fit this get a free smoothie king gift card? XD XD
rageman BLK yo bout to spit, get out the way you bout to get hit, I dont got a health kit, if you get bit, plus I got rabies, I aint tryin to hear you cry like them babies
I freestyle in cyphers with drunks so i'm used to nonsense i don't get affected by these youtube comments but if y'all got the computer to watch this invest 80 dollars on a mic, then lock yourself in a closet it's 2012, the studio is your room the duties that you assume these dudes do isn't your doom. ...it's easy as it looks all you need to make some cash is a beat and a catchy hook then get on the mic and spit, quit with this typing shit you know how easy it is for someone to bite that shit?
