Abrazar la soledad con humildad el espacio vital creo que es suficiente pa' podernos relajar. Aún no saber quién eres realmente te puede frustrar, agradezco cada consejo que la gente me pudo dar... !Hoy ! me vuelvo a parar pero con mas ganas de andar, aún no me explico por qué el fuego no quiere apagar. Voy a callar los miedos que una vez me hicieron callar y si algo es para ti, todo volverá a empezar....PKZ
Fear not tears got me trippin flipping guns left theft nope yep hope soap woah, step rep kept flickering flames away from death so now I'm deaf I'm the ref so what the heck?s goin on round here rounds here down there got up and didn't care, to run none then ugghhhh...
Some shit just hits like that, look up deep water instrumental by doctor dre. If you find the right one you can put it on repeat for an hour and it still hits hard
while some of y'all have to pull strings, in this era i maintain the freak upon the beat, master basslines of Raphael saadiq, lyrical mastermind and genius so don't snooze no mission's impossible ask tom cruise
I make a million buck Every six months and y'all Hating my game saying my name they call Me the E wrong things Knowing I'm fly without wings While some of y'all have to pull strings. In this era I maintain the freak upon the beats Master baselines of Raphael Saadiq Lyrical mastermind a genius so don't snooze No missions impossible ask Tom Cruise I keep a joint lit when I have to spit I rough paragraph, laugh when I'm busting yo' ass, who want it? Come and see me, like 112 And I'll rock that bell with Fox and L E-Dub, Mr Excitement, right The poltergeist of rap so come to the light. Yes, the recipient of this award goes to Moi, The best qualified superstar.
Ernia is back to rock Dal fondo del box ai soldi ed il top The Boogeyman is back to let you suck my cock Cucinami un wok, pulisci e poi preparami un toast Non sono il re di questa merda, stronzo, call me "The Pope" Rimo non stop, dal new all'old, in giro da un po' Mi sembra chiaro che in 'sto gioco faccio il cazzo che vo' Al "Toc Toc", bro, open the door o sfondo col flow In Caps Lock grido, la mia lingua una Glock Yeah, Pit Stop, apro la patta, il cazzo è già dritto Insegno ai miei nemici come si fanno i deep throat Hai visto? Si nascondono e piagnucolano Ora più che mai per strada grida "Mattali o no?" Apro il mio laptop, esplode tutto se schiaccio un tasto Esce il mio primo disco, li rimando al baratto Cerca in Google "Ernia che rima come un Bulldog" 68 non è uscito ancora e, frate, è gia culto
Big L and OC free styling over this brought me to the song and now here to just the instrumental…people have no idea what fire sounds like now a days smh..
On a collision course, I'm bound 2 meet my maker Heaven above or hell below, I'm in it 4 the paper Hand huggin a bottle, no need 4 a fuckin chaser Drink my life away & fight cuz violence is my nature Laugh now & cry later, school of hard Knox where dope was my major Mom & pop grew up bustin their asses workin in manual labor Another day in this hell, I need a fuckin savior Can't take no more, debatin slittin these wrist wit razors I don't know what else 2 do, don't know where else 2 go Tryna finally get my life goin, shits movin dead slow On the corner servin fiends in the rain sleet or snow Pop a cap in a motherfucker, tell Satan I said hello
This is the perfect beat for me to consider an alternative universe. A universe in which I, a disenfranchised young man has a dream. A dream of the spoken word. And despite a rocky start at the local poetry night, and despite having to juggle a difficult home life with irregular shifts at the local automobile plant, I ultimately serve lame ass punk biatches with my superior rhyme skills.
My first joint was in high school Started going to school high My two eyes were always too obv-ious Come in from lunch we'd go straight to the bathroom Visine, cologne, and washed our hands too and either, went to class or skipped the shit Too nostalgiac the past I to stick with it I got too many stories Just know those were the days In hindsight we were all great friends but we as a circle held ourselves back back then Don't get me wrong you know I ain't sober kid I'm just dealing with my fuck ups as an older kid
Strofa] Ernia is back to rock Dal fondo del box ai soldi ed il top The Boogeyman is back to let you suck my cock Cucinami un wok, pulisci e poi preparami un toast Non sono il re di questa merda, stronzo, call me "The Pope" Rimo non stop, dal new all'old, in giro da un po' Mi sembra chiaro che in 'sto gioco faccio il cazzo che vo' Al "Toc Toc", bro, open the door o sfondo col flow In Caps Lock grido, la mia lingua una Glock Yeah, Pit Stop, apro la patta, il cazzo è già dritto Insegno ai miei nemici come si fanno i deep throat Hai visto? Si nascondono e piagnucolano Ora più che mai per strada grida "Mattali o no?" Apro il mio laptop, esplode tutto se schiaccio un tasto Esce il mio primo disco, li rimando al baratto Cerca in Google "Ernia che rima come un Bulldog" 68 non è uscito ancora e, frate, è gia culto
Ernia is back to rock Dal fondo del box ai soldi ed il top The Boogeyman is back to let you suck my cock Cucinami un wok, pulisci e poi preparami un toast Non sono il re di questa merda, stronzo, call me "The Pope" Rimo non stop, dal new all'old, in giro da un po' Mi sembra chiaro che in 'sto gioco faccio il cazzo che vo' Al "Toc Toc", bro, open the door o sfondo col flow In Caps Lock grido, la mia lingua una Glock
EPMD ist einfach der ober hammer. ich glaube mal das alle kiddis jetzt neugierig geworden sind und herausfinden wollen, was hinter diesen 4 Buchstaben noch so steckt ^^
I get stoned, then walk home alone, no chrome in my hand, im a man on my own, pull the throne out form under your ass when you go to sit, now your fucked like indiana jones in a cobra pit, close my fist throw it nexxt thing your comma hits, commatosing, mister explosionist, stay devoted, i made a moment on my own without knowing, growing to a size of super nova exploding, the dopest vocalist, a living ghost walking down the road of mist, the shogun lives, more devestating then erosion is
there's no trace, but you could end up no face, give a fuck aba the plod cause we smoke chase do all the home work ye want coz there's the case, an am still up on me block wid them snow flakes
this aint the 90's and youtube is home when it comes to finding these intrumentals and stuff in the first place right? C'mon bro we aint shootn ea other up for stealing lines and using napster n kazaa on dail up anymore cuz
Le rap va pas me sauver je peux m en assurer Des freestyle claque que je dois assumer Un joint consumer,une instru et des paroles combiner J aurais pas d itw sur konbini pomé comme kamini Je sors de l ombre comme les carte panini La haine sur le font un m comme babidi On te crache dessus tu finis déçu c est comme sa que sa va petit
Yo, I am hustling the hustle, With my style in bustle, Not afraid of having a tussle, I know the power of my muscle. You better focus on your life, To setter locus & be on thrive, You compare with me to revive, With no criteria but with connive. I know the stamina of my potential, To work on my hardwork with inferential, To achieve my goals in sequential, & to put all my success in credential. I know my caste, experienced my past, Seen this world with my eyes in vast, And you are restricting me like a mast, Showing your low behaviour in aghast. Please have some rest to gear up shaft, Make your life in draft to make it last,
i may be broke as fuck, down on my luck but i got a few things that money cant buy like trust, that ima never tell you a lie cuz i got much pride bustlin up inside my guts, i also believe in more than scopin a buck cuz when youre on the cusp of ending it spending wont get your hopes up when youre down in the dumps, and all you need is a connection plugs, get you what you need you know the weed is a must to ease the stress n’ release the pressure off your chest n’ cease the efforts of the demons deep inside your dressin room, set up some room for all your skeletons cuz we’re meltin em all to molten marrow and gas fumes have it feelin like the aftermath of an achoo, blessed, as holy water as it splashes right at you, wet, whoever asked you, if you were livin true to yourself, or skippin on the path to regret, ooh that one hits home, ruth {dont let that go over your head ;)} chris, (my dad) said if he knew better he wouldnt have boned, oops i guess i wasnt meant to be so alone on this earth since birth, ive been dispersed across the map, “boo-hoo, youre not the first to experience mishap” thats true but if your mother had siezures on the daily and you prayed on your knees to jesus but never recieved an answer i bet youd be mad too thats why i cease to believe, i choose to pursue rap, due to the nature of my habitat, i grew roots, and bloomed my knack thats why i claim to be a natural when i plant frees, like trees, over these tracks geez... good luck tellin me thats whack, peace✌🏼
If I ain’t got a cool voice then I can’t be a rapper what’s happened in this game full of backstabbers we need pac back nd, what the fuck is with these mumbling addicts when it comes to real g beef they just run stumble and panic
Whats the meaning of life? what makes you get up Ive seen a whole lot of people get stuck, and giving up. On this God forsaken planet we all call home, Almost 8 billion people and still Im all alone. Ima tell you a little story about 20 years long, i wrote it down and turned that story to a song. A little boy, that was only 6 years, standing on the airport with his mother sheeding tears. Pointing at the airplanes up in the sky, saying there is your father, there is no need to cry. I was young but i knew what was going on, my dad was a drug addict who loved to hit the bong. So they sent him away, to a "nice" place to live, i was young but i knew that rehab was the biz. I told my mom a happy home that is all i want ,so she sent me away to go live with my aunt. Because my mom had to take time to get better, so the only communication was through handwritten letters. Why u talk about this when so many people go through much worse, i said sit down and relax this is just the first of my verse. Whats the meaning of life? what makes you get up Ive seen a whole lot of people get stuck, and giving up. On this God forsaken planet we all call home, Almost 8 billion people and still Im all alone.
because a female rapper called "schwesta ewa" made a track on this beat. it's called "60 punchbars". check it out and tell me your opinion about it, even if you can't understand it ;)
