Eminem - Killshot (Official Instrumental) [Reprod. by DannyLuciano] *BEST QUALITY* 

Thank u guys for 10k+ in just a week! If I were to start posting my own beats on here would u guys come back and listen/like and comment? It’s something I’ve been wanting to do but I’m not sure. Let me know! Thank u

The fact that this isn’t the original instrumental is mind blowing. This beat is hard as fuck.

Can I use this tutorial to end someone's career?. Edit: I came back after two years to find out that this comment is still getting replies, so weird.

Even This version can end MGK's career.

Your beard is weird

the fact that you did everything by ear is insane bro good shit

wait .. so that's not the original one!?

Thank you This actually sounds like the song

Yo, this beat is sick af, sounds exactly like the original. can I use this? I'll credit you in my vid if I use it.

One of the most epic beat in Hip Hop history

This is the best remake of killshot!

I thought this was the real thing

This is the most accurate rendition by far dood. It captured a lot of the subtle things like the dead stop at the "Taylor Swift...and that Iggy Ho" part. And the piano is actually sampled and not played. Well done!

I just had an ear gasm👂💦

Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son Listen, man, Dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun And have a man-bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")-ow, Kelly, ooh But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29, I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt) Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up) Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material …Dictionary… "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino-die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop) It's your moment This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort But if I was three-foot-eleven You'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike" But really I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it? Kells-attempt fails! Budden-L's! Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! I'm sick of you bein' wack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune So let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

official instrumental reprod ok

The level of accuracy in this remake is enough to start a conspiracy that you are the original creator of this instrumental, and we’re contracted by Eminem to produce it. This is, by far, the best remake of any instrumental I’ve ever heard. Incredible ear and talent my friend!

That moment when you're the Rap Devil and ain't nobody prayin' for you...

Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it You fuckin', oh

I left this on loop the whole day. What a masterpiece

I’ll forever love you for ACTUALLY MAKING IT

This is the best one on youtube. Nice work.

Mgk's funeral song.

It's so good that 63 people had to rotate their screens upside down just to like it again.

This didn't get a copystrike... *Wait. That's illegal.*

When your fans become your haters You done? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it You fuckin', oh And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love yo

This is by far, the most perfect instrumental of Killshot I've heard. Maybe the hi-hats are not the same as the official instrumental, but God damn, this is pretty good. Good job!

"How I started was a baby given birth to by the Carters 2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my grandfathers"

Holy shit I actually can't believe that this isn't the official beat. It sounds literally *EXACTLY* like the real thing. There's your subscription right there

You could strongen the beats..... Otherwise its a masterpiece

Oh man .. I should've done my cover with your karaoke 😐😐 so on point

i thought this was the original instrumental up until i read the comments. i rapped to it just fine and the pause and go moments are all on point

Lyrics: Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son Listen, man, Dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun And have a man-bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")-ow, Kelly, ooh But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29, I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt) Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up) Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material …Dictionary… "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino-die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop) It's your moment This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort But if I was three-foot-eleven You'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike" But really I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it? Kells-attempt fails! Budden-L's! Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! I'm sick of you bein' wack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune So let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

MGK is like: "I want this to be played on my funeral."

EMINEM THE BEAST

"had to give you a carreer to destroy it" BEST FUCKING LINE OF THE CENTURY

This instrumental alone is enough to give MGK flashbacks of when his career died.

What do you mean this is not perfect THIS IS SPECTACULAR

when * best quality * fits with the real quality of the video, good work

Rihanna just hit me on the text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me, I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my Nordic Track Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gun, I bet you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you're the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old-aged still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich, aimed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be this solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what fuckin' good is a machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, Not Alike But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' AutoTune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter o

MGK's parents are dislikes

Mgk's funeral

Lyrics Look If you had One shot Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it Or just let it slip? Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin' What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow! Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows, when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin', but super stardom's close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmo who flows, he nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds, I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on Da da dumb da dumb da da You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better No more games, I'm a change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cipher Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine to Five and I can't provide the right type of Life for my family 'cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers And its no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer This is my life and these times are so hard And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna Baby mama drama screamin' on and too much For me to want to say in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got To formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You can do anything you set your mind to, man

This is dope af, i dont anyone who can get any closer

What's the lyrics tho I wanna rap to this like karaoke

This is neat, dude. Currently very obsessed with this song again. This helps me rap along and I enjoy it highly. Thank you!

not perfect? holy that sounds exactly like the original dude!

Nice work! Downloaded!

Hello, can I use this beat? Im trying to make a lit song, and this beat just lays with it. So I will credit you in the music video also in the description, so if you are ok with it thank you so much.

i legit thought you had gotten a copy of the real beat, that is insanely good

More like Machine Gone Kelly now right ?

Nice bro,thank you from JP🇯🇵

"Don't reply back with your damn rhymes, just receed and fall back like your hairline, these career ending raps making headlines, and you know its a fact cause I'm damn right, sorry for the impact its the endtimes, and for the diss track its only half time, next time I'll come back more organized, to finish you off with some land mines, you'll be unintact where's your damn mind? This brutal attack just left you paralyzed"

This shit is relaxing as hell. Thanks for your work my guy

This beat is low key in it's composition. Just a simple piano sample looped over a meaty 808 with some drops and phases. But it was never meant to be overpowering. It's meant to be a Detroit blue Impala with chromed out rims ride low and smooth towards MGK right before Shady unloads a M240B into his rap career. 3 years later we all still stand in awe of MGK's public execution.

This instrumental gives me goosebumps

Wow. I am extremely impressed by this instrumental. It sounds identical in all the right ways, with even more bass than the original which I like more. Fantastic job, thumbs up + sub from me.

Killshot, I will not fail

Thank you for posting this ! Perfect

Zaś ty tyle dni w tyle Ty mnie nie widzisz Ja was widzę , z góry Debelie To już nie twoja era jesteś na moim celowniku Snajpera To jest rap który mi otwiera w sumie rospina Zamek rosporka Niedoczekasz się na finał Zademąstruj kaczorka i zajączka Jak się na tracku napinał Wcinam was , gdzie jest ta większa porcja , oddawaj tego paczką Sądziłem że będziesz lepszy W tym rapie odbiorę ci kozła Ofiarnego, hip hop się domaga Od podstaw nowego wieku Więc powstań Jest może jeden track Dla którego głos dam . Km z Kłodzka Ale najpierw most spał By się nie wydostał Bronie swojej dzielni nie ważne jak wygląda Nie muszę wiedzieć co masz w kielni , wystarczy mi jedynie twoja morda Wkoncu jestem sobą a ty dałeś mi ten powód dla którego tu jestem

Honestly I know it's just someone else's beat obviously but doing this just by ear is seriously talent. Keep it up bro 🔥🔥

impressive, you did it perfectly !

Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

I can’t be the only one who raps the actual song to this

Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

I look calm on the outside But I got this devil in me that's waiting to come outside Finally been getting what I deserve, its about time Always on my job I don’t ever have down time If you mess with my family, you messing with me While you wiling to face me, I'm letting her breathe Everyone in my way come in second to me Every loss in my life is a lesson to me The broker the hater, the madder they are Look at my wishing, how madder they are Looking at my chick cause you drip Dior These opening acts are just acting too hard I'd rather be me than be you If I was in your shoes, I would hate on me too Try way too hard just to be cool You don’t stand out homie, I don't see you I sit back and I wonder if I would of died Who would care, who would cry, say a prayer for my life I've been stressing, depressed, waking up with the sweats Got regrets, I can't fish it, I did as a kid I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can barely breathe Need a priest for my peace, ain't no peace on the streets They all wan't me to cease All you do is act hard, and talk shit in your tweets And solemnly, you’re vomiting Waking up nauseous, It got me exhausted, approach me with caution You’re stuck in a box, like you live in a coffin Man, fuck this world that I'm lost in Artists misfortune for money and fame All these rappers are selling theyself for a chain I do this for my name, I do this for my fam Going hard ’til I die, or I'm shot where I stand I do this for the people that know what it's like To feel right when you're wrong, and feel wrong when you’re right Every night it's a fight for my life In the lifestyle inside I don't care about Instagram likes You too worried 'bout followers You should focus on something important Like getting your dollars up, or demons'll swallow you Feelin' so bottled up, feelin' so bottled up, yeah

I love this instrumental. You can just hear the "you really fucked up" in it

Wow, this doesn't sound reproduced. Top quality.

lets sit down while i spit rounds give zero shits now throw in the invisible towel kells that escalated quickly well lets not pretended now not shy of offending restart the fire kindling the battle i run the game with out sitting on my saddle im like Usain have to get a cheetah to catch up but this is just a set up i murder all with out one ketchup stain on my white t shirt insane anyone want it im get you honest your legacy tarnished im number one bitch and your just garbage talent not something you harnish i shine like fresh painted varnish lets talk about but yall aint about yall portending your a victim this world society is sicken but now it must come to a endin nails in coffin lids then funeral procession hearse at its destination the world burns in proportion this is your hell and i am the devil that has awakened

[Verse] Why everybody askin' me if I’m a rapper? I'm an artist I just rap for fun but still do it the hardest How I started was a baby given birth to by the Carters 2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my grandfathers Been rappin' for two years and probably done been the farthest Had to spark it made a name by manipulatin’ the market How'd I start it? Put it in drive and I never parked it This a message to the dearly and departed This a motherfuckin' killshot Aimin' my scope at the fucking industry Half of these niggas rappin' is trash and it's fucking killin' me I made a name for myself by doing it differently I started writing poetry then I had an epiphany And instantly started meshin' words into a symphony And calculatin’ patterns and delivering them brilliantly To go into your mind so I could paint a vivid imagery And save you from the trash that you’ve been listenin' to literally Nah, this is not a game, this is not a test What’s the point of rappin' if I ain't tryna be the fuckin' best Droppin’ songs faster than a virgin when the pussy wet To swim into the mainstream with the sharks so I can come up next Eminem done paved the path PAC saw me in a dream Me and Drake from Canada Fuck you think that all mean In my opinion, I think that means that I'm the next best thing eating beasting Now I'm motherfuckin' top shit Fuck niggas don't wanna problem when I pop shit Gas niggas like I'm in a chamber this is Auschwitz All drip my bars coming out of faucet, faucet The crazy thing about this rap is 'bout the recognition Underrated is an understatement and I'm the definition Contemplated if should kill 'em I had a premonition Ronald Reagan the whole game and cause a demolition Nigga's finna nut like Dontai, ooh Brought my skill to Cali like Lebron James, ooh Know she wanna fuck and her friend do too KSI a bitch, get mentioned, views Nah but real shit lil' nigga don't you ever try to diss me or I'll come for ya neck I'll be damned if an Uncle Tom corny ass nigga making vlogs try to talk if he ain't showin' respect So let me break it down for you how I live out the rest of my whole career I promise I'ma be one of the biggest in about a year I promise I'll be the one to convince you that thing fear Is a concoction by the devil to make the good disappear I promise I'll win a Grammy, I promise I'll win an Oscar I promise the rap game won't turn me into a monster And force the people who love me to treat me like I'm a sponsor And pray for my death for money and not for a life longer And that's facts (That's facts) Manifest all this shit through rap (Through rap) Spoke my life into existence, I was workin' in the trenches Swear to god that I ain't ever going back OT 613 put it on the map Treat a beat like 50 had to get the strap KSI wanna beat me, nigga you can CC the fee fee is 10k if you want a track So you gon' watch me on the tv, nigga I swear to God they gon' keep this shit on repeat, nigga Like four, five, six times, best believe me, nigga I'm gon' thrive 'cause the boy be a cheat sheet, nigga They gon' ride ri-r-r-ri- Niggas talk shit they gon die- If I ain't the best then that's a lie- You can peep the drip I'm not dry- Now ya boy be the topic Joyner Lucas gotta hit me we can rock shit Tory Lanez you a singer just stop it I'ma triple threat nigga on God shit, on God shit, God shit, yeah

0:27 "Stan, stan, Son, listen man, Dad isn't mad"

Did you say this isn’t perfect? It’s the best remake on the internet in my opinion. Believe me I’ve looked at all the other ones and this is the greatest I’ve heard. Literally everything is perfectly the same as the original beat. I’ve actually compared the 2 and I can hardly notice a difference If I could I would give this video as many likes as I can

"STOP YELLING AT THE MIC! WHY'RE YOU YELLING AT THE MIC??"

This beat might as well be a grave sight

The artwork looks more sharp

bout to diss my hater on school with this sound track wish me luck

Amazing remake bro. Just put out a remix to the song with this beat. Gave you full credits in the description. Keep doing you!

If that beat was made in 90's, it would be almost as legendary as Still Dre

‘Had to give you a career to destroy it’

When you got two fractions that are the same but written differently, call it another name it’s the same but now you’ve got a ratio so pumped about this I made this ratio flow percent is also part of this scene and decimal too, know what I mean don’t get excited, I’ll explain exactly you’ll understand man as a matter of factly when you got part of a whole you only got a fraction gonna show you how you can take action can express it as something else don’t you know call it a percent, ok here we go

Every day, I wonder what it would be like if Giggs had gotten this beat instead :'(

One of the best beats 🙌🏻

Saying another mans beard is weird is like complimenting a cop after pulling you over. It's something you just *DON'T DO*

When we use it, how do we give credit

😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 gun and fresh and hope you have a good day I like this song and I'm your biggest fan

This Track alone killed MGK

Dude this sounds spot on!

I looped this while coding thanks for uploading, you earned a subscriber!

Got more fans than you in your own city lil kiddy go play, feel like I’m babysitting Lil Tay

This is amazing huge credits to the producers

Great work man keep it up. You're attention to detail is spot on

Excellent, sounds uncanny! I’ll be using this as backing track for myself if you don’t mind!

Micheal philippou's rap wss better than eminems!

Whachu mEaN???!! THIS IS PERFECT!!!!

اوليفار فتح ع نفسه باب ولك انت سيلي ودمب اني أبليسه اح هلمهان ح اخليه عبره ضد شكو واحد گال شنو حسن مو خبرا ااااشيت thats sick تعال بيتش مص دك مموتك بأيد تك جي سمك هزيل لك انص. حك بوتين شيك بعبوصي احلى فيد باك النبي ادم تاب من اكل تفاحه اليوم حتاكل عيري وتبقة اله fan سو لانو انت گلت اركب القافية باراتي عدها صاليد رايمز فتعال فوگ تگول انت صفوة الله مو؟ خلي ابالك الله مايصطفي مهرجين دود ربك الزعيم خلاك هيج.. fool حتلو اسمك يمه j ماتصير cool (j cole)

damn the beat is so good

i think the 808 needs to be a bit deeper, but other than that, this is almost the same as the original good job!

Are you eating cereal Or oatmeal? What the f*ck in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or cheerios? Cause I'm talking a sh*t in them, Kelly I need reading material Dictionary.

Yo can I use this for my EP? It would be on Spotify and other streaming services and next to the track name I'd put Prod. Danny Luciano

YOU YELLING AT EMINEM? MGK.