-- 0:00 Show & A.G. - Next Level (Nyte Time Mix) 4:10 Onyx - Last Dayz 7:40 Mobb Deep - Shook Ones, Pt. II (Instrumental) Eminems 8Mile beats (at the end finals). --
Listen to DMX ready to meet him. That beats raw 👍🏼 it's a good rap aswel if you liked DMX R.I.P. he talks about religion on it but it's still a good song. And the beat is unreal one of the best ive heard my opinion like lol ✌🏽
“And don’t come back until somethin dope hits you…fuck it…you can take the mic home witchu! Lookin like a cyclone hitchu, tank top screaming “Lotto! I DONT FITCHU!”
7:40 Now, everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me! Everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin' hands up! Look, look Now, while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This Free World's got you gassed up Now, who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? One, two, three, and to the four One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none This guy ain't no motherfuckin' MC I know everything he's 'bout to say against me I am white, I am a fucking bum I do live in a trailer with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin' here screaming, "Fuck the Free World!" Don't ever try to judge me, dude You don't know what the fuck I've been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school What's the matter, dawg? You embarrassed? This guy's a gangster? His real name's Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence' parents have a real good marriage This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks He's scared to death, he's scared to look At his fucking yearbook; fuck Cranbrook! Fuck a beat, I'll go a cappella Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer Fuck everybody! Fuck y'all if you doubt me! I'm a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie Here, tell these people something they don't know about me
The same pose from Marc EcKo's Graf Shirt Writers Bench that had it was yellow and had holes in it after I changed Bernadette's Battery the shirt was yellow Bernadette gave it to little Christine for her to wear that was year 2001 Metro Gardens Apartments Apartment 235 Phoenix Arizona.
Maine bhi dekhi street life kayi bar freestyle Battle bani street fight f*ck tere gang signs Meri vibes jaise mad science of da vinci Par mere paas mere fans nahin mere bhai Meri franchise mere se inspired sare Hai tabaahi mere se bhi 10 times Par fikar nahin I'm the diamond That you can never outshine Till I'm in the limelight Thusi got a blind sight and I know the time flies And I know might find hard times In the far sight so I'm alright Angrezi chahiye thhi lele Punches bhi chaahiye thhi de de ke pele Metaphor chahiye to zindagi lehndi hai Gatar mein reh le kis chakkar me reh rahe ye Akkad ke sare ye pakkad mein mere ye Hagte ye ruk ke naa de rahe Dhuye ke chass ke ye hukke se le rahe Charas ke dhass ko mein f*ck hi na de rahe Hum f*ck hi na de rahe F*ck hi na de rahe Chhod... Abey pinnak naa todd Matha ye bhinkaa to ghar tak ki daud Ye circus hai kartaab ki hodd Hustle kar badte hum barkaat ki aur Pinnak naa todd pinnak naa todd Pinnak naa todd maine bola pinnak naa todd Chodd.. Ye hai sick shit karu sikshit Meri hitlist mein hai teri wishlist wale rapper In stars ke liye me eclipse likhne ki Sickness likhun bas disaster Bas baaton se maan jataa bhoot bhi lat kaa Music mein nasha I spit the vodka Ghat ghat ka pani piya na hankta Main janta hun kisme he dar mere naam kaa Organic fooke organic views hai Raga ki guarantee bhairant hai music Kehte na mera hai todd yahan pe I know apparently you know the truth is Sabko hai sab dikhta koyi anjaan ni mujhpe Hai jitna bhi karta gumaan ni Akdoge mujhse to akde miloge Main jhagde jab karta hun karta samman ni Chodd... Abey pinnak naa todd Matha ye bhinkaa to ghar tak ki daud Ye circus hai kartaab ki hodd Hustle kar badte hum barkaat ki aur Pinnak naa todd pinnak naa todd Pinnak naa todd maine bola pinnak naa todd Chodd
Feel heated must be streets didn't know it was that way was to be imortal and improve yourself grow up and be successful love live this life and especially the streets
Just by mixing baking soda and bleach thinks you know the streets and holding any kind pistol and any gun think you know the streets maybe was hater and creep only good day was get all that bad shit over with especially about bitch so best thing do most the day was sleep
Now jinx got no where go just got leave and have no where live like daim wish wasn't tatted again star off as 12 yr old kid and say fuck the world idk why I feel possessed idk why and me had dream about dying getting sacrifice now you see your self like love song seeing roses and different colors changing of the leaves like daim that day come you know they was mean was enemy's anyways when aware make them go and give them something that kill them and make them lean and leave
Make the word end and enemy's did it them selfs yeah writing in journal and lose something that you wanted keep like daim enemy's compare wronged is one that lies and cheat they move funny so shouldn't be one check someone and there hands and feet
Yau , yoce, yoce ,yoce que puedo broder la verdad ala pena y a todo eso le perdi el miedo , me entere del truco para este juego Sabes q es lo principal , q tienes idea del inicio haci q hay q tener cuidado con el final , muchos te daran amistad pero doble moral , haci q nada es igual , eso esta bien q te vayas a enamorar recuerda portarte bien xq aqui no eres el unico sentimental , la chica hermosa esa q no usa labilar pero de mirada muy sensual
I been chillin What’s been healing you Hearing me banging in your inner tube N I got some drugs bring the feeling through Somewhere by the moon where im sending you
Ain’t really know em But a friend or 2 This’ll Either having feeling cool Or feeling pitiful Got some dawgs kennel that be getting loose That’s a pit and bull
Smoke to the roof N I’m back in my boots Off that grey goose Ima fight they gone shoot Keep it mute when I hit 4 loot Swing a punch that’s gone hit at ya tooth
@Zeal 1stbeat… Glad that you never let up,they can’t cut the mustard too busy playing ketchup/ judging by this flow we next up,these cold flows show”s we leave the best stuck…. Cold as ice, bold as life,I was told I was too old twice!/ Now they gone see , the wrong me, cause the song isn’t long enough too lay a legacy, but the better me have em bent as the letter C/ ✊🏻💪🏻
Gang, gang [Couplet unique] J'perds pas mon temps sur des plans qui rapportent nada (poh, poh) Tu dis qu't'es un vrai, mais dans l'tier-quar, tu fais nada (poh, poh) Ça vient d'où ? J'aime bien ta Canada (brr, brr) J'me suis levé à onze heures, j'ai visser Fernando (brr) J'connais ma cité par cœur, j'peux baroder les yeux bandés (wouh) Midi, c'est calme sur l'rrain-te (wouh), seize heures, j'suis grave débordé (wouh) J'connais des mecs gantés qui peuvent soul'ver ton max-T (paw) Le ient-cli sort du boulot (poh), direct, il vient acheter (wouh) On t'chouara, ça t'fume ta mère, si tu veux pas lâcher (paw) Un seul faux pas et ta vie s'ra gâchée (paw) J'découpe l'instru' comme la 'quette (han), j'fais les choses précis (han, han) J'mets deux grammes cinq, c'est normal que l'ient-cli apprécie (wouh) Mettre les gants ou tenir la sacoche (wouh) ? J'suis grave indécis (wouh) Y a les keufs dans l'secteur, mes négros parlent en langage des signes Elle veut que j'pense à elle, j'ai la tête dans les chiffres (paw) L'instrumentale, j'lui mets que des gifles J'mets harbat, j'oublie pas qu'les bacqueux, ils sont vifs (paw) Trop d'pédés, trop d'salopes, putain, dans quel monde on vit (paw) ? On t'dépouille, on s'en bat les couilles de ton avis (brr) Pour soulever ton scoot' (brr), j'me promenais avec un tournevis (brr)
Rapping this with 8 million dollars not a pocket of fivers How many survives in the 8 mile put ya hands up coming up with a back spin ears to the underground as ya listening this is just the beginning ging grayv on the mic rapping not singing dre why ain't it spelt drA met u in person with a pain in my stomach with the tables on turning to the next mode pulling a heavy load s n I ff coke remember life's no joke specially like us with our back against the ropes were r the troops were all trooping through waiting on the decks for the next tune to come in with the alarm bell ringing it's the judges decision
