I'm heir like Cerebrus Battling Calibos in Tartarus A fusion between Godzilla and Gallardos Evolving like Animals in the Gallapagos Cali Bus In God We Trust You Cannot Slaughter Us Usually Scandalous Put you in Cantaros For being Blasphemous Wikipedia Encyclopedia trynna Encarta Us Sidarta Chakras Granduos Concentrate until the Auras Combust A cannibal so Rancorous Addicted and Vaniduos With criminals that are naturally Vandalous. Featuring Emcee Lil Bee Verse 2 Big and Astronomic Every hit is Atomic Godly not Diabolic Fast like Sonic Strong like Bionic Program like Robotic Futuristic Tonic High as Fuck Atomic You out of Luck and Comic Drink your blood like Tonic You suck like Vampiristic Wanting to find out like Analytic We cannibalistic Sadistic Flow like Rhythmic You Mythic far from a Mystic You not fitting in like a Misfit We Artistic beyond any Ballistic Keep hating judging you Critic Timeless Liric just to Visit
Yo yo really Timeless Beat you with verses that are Lineless Welcome now the Finess Back breaking job to leave you Spineless All you bring is Whackness On this tempo witches Clockless A total glitch to Smartness This maybe Madness Prolly scary Sadness Like a wary Lockness This be your Highness in Strapless Ballistic bandits blazing Gauntlets Unleashing an array of Hatchets That be combined with blades and Ratchets Extradited pack of dynamite in flame or Matches Leave your faces with Scratches My skills are unique and Matchless Reppin ladies lil bitches baby Damsels Transporting bee sacred unexplained Parcels Want Whiteness rather Blackness Enjoy the Frankness Without attackin offer Vileness It's tougher in Silence Born in Violence Mindless or Shyness Alarming like 4O Sirens Honing Violins in Violence (Insane Asylum)
the bubbles are the craziest part of this beat in my opinion it makes it sound so ethereal. i’ll say it with everyone else on this vid but this is one of the greatest instrumentals EVER
I tried to make this beat in fl studio and I went nuts trying to make my notes sound like that.DR Dre is an OG definetly one of the best producers combine that with em.Damn!
@@kurtcocain8675 Oh yes you can...Tim Mosley is on the same level as Andre Young with the production, The Dr. Might have been doing it a little longer professionally, but both of them are just as good.
Mic check, 1 2.. Yall about to witness the sickest flow yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yu hay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yu hay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yu hay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yu hay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay yuh ay
I used to bump the song all the time in middle and highschool freestylin to this in my head lol. You never know how dope something is till you realize you’ll never get something like it again and this beat is just that.
I close my eyes, breath, then i count to ten pick up a pen, and then, that is when i begin i'm on line 3 and i'm struggling to pretend that i'm on the same wavelength as Eminem 1:05 in the morning my night's boring, i'm feeling tired but i'm not yawning My dad's snoring So much rattling my wooden flooring "Hey dad, what's with all the racket? I can't hack it If it carries on imma have to get my jacket Go fetch a tennis racket, and smack it over your head till your snoring's no longer a habit" Quit! Stop! You're doing it again How many more times do I have to hit you round the head Do I have to call a friend? For a hand to lend? Are you that much of a beast you made my sledgehammer bend? I remember one time I had too much to drink My friends called you so you could pick me up, I think I was on the brink, of throwing up in the sink My mouth started to go dry and my gas started to stink You said something that made me see red I turned my head and threw a punch at your lower leg I was so drunk, but I was mad at the same time So i stood up straight as if I just sniffed a line Opened my eyes and threw another punch and connected the jawline .... and there we have it xD
"I went drunk to a club with a fake ID" "Don't you want to grow up to be just like me?!" "I've been with 10 woman with HIV" "Don't you want to grow up to be just like me?!"
I love simple beats. It's the artist that takes the beat and makes it seem like it's going somewhere...when in realitythe beat by itself is going nowhere.
the type to come in the game and just launch pain With a bronze frame and a tattoo of my mom's name This industry has nothin' to offer beyond fame Time to take these niggas to school, LeBron James Lesson one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures Smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher Bring the house down on you hoes, Queen Latifah I'm too fast, gettin' this cash Get in the way, get your brain bashed Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face I'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced Y'all niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight Bottle of Rosé in the Rolls, drivin' with road rage For ten days, off Xans, just tryna get paid And since the sixth grade, I been great, no sensei My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great I smoke ten J's with two hoes that go both ways Funny how two plus two equals foreplay Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with A nun on Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (Woah, ayy) Me and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the Universe You knew it first, got my mom Chanel with the newest purse Birkin bag, never hurt to ask, "What type of purse is that?" Something that's very fuckin' expensive, I deserve to brag I murder tracks, this isn't mumble, it's murder rap Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass Spend a half a million, then go back and make some more cash The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed See, what you know about my life and my troubled past? Took the shuttle pass, hit the mall, I got double cash, copped the duffle bag Ten bands on my fuckin' ass, that's a subtle brag Hi Level, we be makin' moves, hit the huddle fast, ah Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on the play Not in my house, he look like Mutombo in the face Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (Uh) Carry him, then bury him, barbarian Beef with anybody, even if you vegetarian My flow on ebola, your flow just need Claritin Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, it's embarrassin'
My boy in the comment section has got some cancer, Call my rhymes mixed in with cocaine lines the answer , come join the hype, go grab blow, from your older bro, sniff it all with me on Skype ...?
jack sammy not bad man maybe we can collaborate or maybe explain yourself go ahead and elaborate. You decided to spit fire here on this upload, you used words as weapons cocked back then unload. Im with you man this rapping, its a passion, this beat is old and trendy just like todays fashion. A lot of styles are coming back like rap attack the arab nation cant afford that, thats much too racist fuck that. We label them all as terrorists then spray the mists and put up our fists we go to war then get pissed. Like a lyrical rapper i suppose, i dont have a rap name but here, i still i pose. And my future is not very bright but i just might go ahead and grab the mic and spit it im wit it when i freestyle, fuck am i talking about i eat style, white T and jeans are my daily apparel, i dont give a fuck about it line up a barrel, then unparalleled like my apparel nobody else can tell me how to dress, “i dont like it its much to basic” fuck you little bitch ill fucking mace you ill fucking lace you and end you. Me and Jack from the comment section give us a mention thank you for the upload Jack continue the flow...
Это ноль-ноль-восемь, помни памятную дату (Е) Мы вас разносим, будто в цирке сахарную вату Без меня русский рэп загнётся, как усы Дали (Ага) Я женюсь на твоей маме, чтоб тебя усыновить Боже мой, ты умрёшь от раны ножевой А я сойду с эстрады вниз усталый, но живой Здесь всё разрешено, один бэттл - ты решето Я режу то, что ты зовёшь рэпом и сплю с твоей женой Я несу свет в массы, разнесу всех вас И детсад русрэпа, моя crew - спецназ (Е) Ты нелепо бэттлишь, я уничтожаю фейков Непроизвольным движением левого мизинца Ваши лица слишком даже для картины Босха Флоу малокалорийный, как диета Новодворской Русский рэп - это горстка геев, фейков и подростков С задротской смесью флоу французского с нижегородским ПТУ-поэты с этой псевдоглубиною Сэмплеры длинною в сто минут со всей голубизною И сэмплы из одной и той же скрипки Морриконе С рифмами под Антикона проглотил, как мантикора (Е) Где MC те, что якобы рэпа надежда? Будь что будет, но я был и буду синонимом «freshness» (Ага) Измени внешность или прояви нежность ко мне Но я прилечу к тебе и пну тебя в промежность, е (Ха-ха-ха-ха) [Припев] Лондон против всех, он против всех Иду по крови ногами, как Роберт Мугабе, йоу Лондон против всех, он против всех Я в рэпе Иди Амин, твой рэп - идиотизм Лондон против всех, он против всех Иди дрочи на Че, но я в рэпе Пиночет Лондон против всех, он против всех Он против, он против всех (Е) [Куплет 2] Твой рэп высокодуховный, словно Далай Лама Мне насрать, поскольку я ГУЛАГ, а ты Варлам Шаламов Просто знай, брат, ты ни то, ни сё, как нос тапира Я трахал твою мать, а ты смотрел и мастурбировал Это грязь и кровь, как операция в Ираке Вы все на одно лицо, как мастурбация в буккаке Мы отрываем MC руки, к вашим воплям глухи И сопли в духе «Опле раз» достойны оплеухи Я люблю токо хитовый звук, а не кухонный, взять хоть (Е) R&B, а не моно на кухне, как в восьмидесятые Но вы скалите зубы и хвалите друг друга Варитесь в одном соку, все перед Guf'ом лебезят (Пидорасы) Ты пьёшь литр пива, я - литр электролита Твоя любимая просит меня подписать ей клитор Нет проблем, я мигом, вы для рэпа вериги Как и всё, что выходило на RAP Recordz, кроме Лиги Ты против меня - капустница против мангуста Узница против Прокруста, устрица против лангуста Если в зале пусто, значит на сцене русрэп Но лишь я в зале в углу встал, тотчас на сцене пусто Ведь я - рэп-наследник, MC первый и последний Чтобы изучить мой флоу, нужно двадцать лет исследований (Понял, да?) У вас есть шанс не кануть бесследно Пишите диссы на меня, о вас узнают посмертно (Е) [Припев] Лондон против всех, он против всех Ты хочешь флоу, как мой? Лучше свой флоу отмой Лондон против всех, он против всех Но времени в обрез, ведь у темени обрез Лондон против всех, он против всех Что вы не геи, надеюсь, но вас наденут на пенис Лондон против всех, он против всех Он против, он против, он против всех
Uh, my introduction to this game is essential Never exaggerated publicly, I'm stretching the mental Keeping it simple, why stop? Let me move with the tempo Experience the innuendos coming out of my dental I'm a politician with a beautiful vision I see my opening, let me make the incision I'm the newest addition M-G killa killa Kells I rock wells spitting that fire from a living hell Tell me who's real.. Cleveland, what's up? Cleveland, what's up?...Lace up, check Now people fear what they don't understand Well my community comprehends grams, uh We do what we can, picturing a better living so I'm driven like Benz Live, learn and keep growing, that's the theory of man Expose my flows, poetry flowing uncontrollably I'm the positive exterior while y'all is just a ho in me Hopefully what? No, I kill with my songs My weapon of choice is my voice, so I'm strap 'til I'm gone And I'm gone, Kells
Ok, I'm pickin' it up where you left off. Choppin' they heads off. My weapon of choice is a pencil. Lemme hop in the Benzo. Don't stop the instrumental... ... I'll start with a question. How do you deal with depression? If you're whole life you've been stressin'? Well, I'm droppin' a record then cashin' the cheques and I'm flexin'. I've come a long way from smashin' your Lexus and hoppin' the fences. But wait, before you get on the defensive. Lemme just say, I had no choice, it's what I had to do. I ain't have a crew like the Wu-Tang Clan. Went down to the stu' and they said, "you can't hang." But now I could bag any bitch in my blue suede Vans. 'Cause, Cash Rules Everything Around Me. Keep your mouth shut if you don't know anything about me...
most these modern day beats give u like a certain flow and rythm that u can't really freestyle too u have kinda pick a subject or like a certain flow by this beat is so free and loose I can just rap about balls for like 10 straight minutes and never have to go to drugs and shit
My top 5 instrumentals of all time. 1. Ambitions As A Ridah - Dat Nigga Daz 2. Role Model - Dr. Dre & Mel-Man 3. Warrior Part 2 - Eminem 4. Gangsta Sxit - Needlz 5. Hail Mary - Hurt-M-Badd
Ah, yeah (It's like this, like this) This is Eminem, baby, back up in that motherfucking ass (Reporting live, 'til forever) One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MC's, MC's) We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96 Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'Til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of narration Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion There ain't no time to be starin', gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell Well, I was sent from it I went to it, serving a sentence For murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite Bust it! I let the beat commence So I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince A crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's, and stand the lonely one Imitator, intimidator, stimulator Simulator of data eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces My acappella releases classic masterpieces Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite You heard of Hell Well, I was sent from it I went to it, serving a sentence For murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense And I've been clever ever since my residence was hesitant To do some shit that represents the MO So I'm assuming all responsibility ‘Cause there's a monster will in me That always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one else is specialer, my skill is intergalactical I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin' So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo On my last jam, plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, ‘cause once you make an instant hit I'm tensed a bit, and tempted When I see the sins my friends commit I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell Well, I was sent from it I went to it, serving a sentence For murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite You heard of Hell Well, I was sent from it I went to it, serving a sentence For murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite '95, '96 ('96) And on and on and on (And on and on)
Morpheus, Dorpheus, Orpheus Go eat some walruses Orifices, Porridges Morpheus, Morpheus Going to the Buffet and Walruses Confidence, Corpseses Worcestershire sauce Go into your orifices Red pill, blue pill Morpheus, Walruses Seashells by the Seashorpheus [Outro] Morpheus drinking a forty in a death basket!
