Yo, Harry Mack straight up unleashed a lyrical tornado on that beat! Omegle Bars 95 got me like 🤯. That man's flow is so fire it could melt glaciers! Keep dropping those heatwaves, Harry! And to all my fellow hip-hop heads, remember, if Harry can spit fire like that, imagine what we can accomplish with our own passions. Let's turn up the volume on our dreams and make 'em reality! Stay motivated and keep hustlin' fam! 💯🔥
Два года в плену, два года в аду, два года как замкнутый круг Я снова стреляю мимо в надежде, что хоть раз попаду Твой Питер мечтает о море, что ж для тебя я его украду Мне мерещится берег два года Но два года я иду ко дну, а В трубке тихо кричали до самого утра (О любви) Я за двести по трассе в погоне за счастьем СМС: "Будь аккуратен, телефон убери"
Yo, the melodies you've crafted for this music video are on point! They're catchy, soulful, and stay stuck in your head long after the song is over. Mad props!
Yo, appreciate the love, fam! 🙌🔥 Crafting melodies that stick like super glue is my secret weapon. I sprinkle a little magic dust on 'em to make sure they stay in your head longer than your ex's voicemail message. 😂 But seriously, I'm glad you're feeling the soulful vibes. Keep bumping those tunes and let the melodies be the soundtrack to your hustle! Mad props right back at ya! 🎵💯
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'm on my way to live a life of peace, Not to follow blindly in crowd piece, You are making me to loose like a caprice, Not knowing what it means but yes, you wheeze, To insist your insecurity in me as you wish. But my real stardom will protect me, From all the cobwebs that restricts me, To move towards my goal of success, & to gain freedom so that no one will oppress.
Весна опять пришла, и лучики тепла Доверчиво глядят в моё окно. Опять защемит грудь И в душу влезет грусть, По памяти пойдёт со мной. Пойдёт, разворошит, и вместе согрешит С той девочкой, что так давно любил, С той девочкой ушла с той девочкой пришла, Забыть её не хватит сил. Владимирский централ, ветер северный, Этапом из Твери, зла немерено, Лежит на сердце тяжкий груз. Владимирский централ, ветер северный, Когда я банковал, жизнь разменяна, Но не "очко" обычно губит, А к одиннадцати туз. Там под окном зэка проталина тонка, И всё ж ты недолга, моя весна. Я радуюсь, что здесь хоть это-то, но есть, Как мне твоя любовь нужна. Владимирский централ, ветер северный, Этапом из Твери, зла немерено, Лежит на сердце тяжкий груз. Владимирский централ, ветер северный, Когда я банковал, жизнь разменяна, Но не "очко" обычно губит, А к одиннадцати туз.
I step into the spotlight, flowin' so mean, With words like slang, I paint the scene, A lyrical chameleon, switchin' up the vibe, My rhymes so slick, you can't deny the tribe. From the streets to the stage, I'm spittin' the jive, With swagger so fresh, I make the crowd come alive, My language unique, like a dialect untamed, Slangin' verses, in this rap game, I'm named. I drop knowledge, with a twist of street-wise, Flavorin' my lines, keepin' it real, no disguise, The beat's my playground, I dance on every word, Slangin' rhymes, makin' heads nod, that's the preferred. I got the lingo, the slang that's fly, Givin' life to my verses, watch my words touch the sky, It's a linguistic adventure, a journey untold, With every bar I spit, my story unfolds. Slangin' vibes, through the rhythm we ride, From coast to coast, we spread the worldwide, In this hip-hop culture, I'm the ambassador, I rep the streets, my rhymes, the conqueror. So listen to the flow, feel the slang's embrace, In this beat's groove, let your worries erase, I'm the wordsmith, the slang-spitter supreme, In this lyrical landscape, I reign supreme.
Yo step into the spot you know not how I keeps it locked and loaded information be eroded but regardless I’ve come to know it be stoic bestowed it onto all types of flows kid my targets all been hit young mystic aims high in life so he don’t miss
Start a feud??......If I'm being honest, you're not even worth a mention, man.... Try sending shots at my complexion, you can't even cross my attention span, My suggestion, is you get a better plan and come from a different direction, fam... You're just a freshman in this profession, My pen answers questions yours never can... If you even try to grab my pencil, 📝 you'll just end up with severed hands, All this pressure got you stressin', upon reflection,.....you're just a lesser man, The type that tells confessions and winds up in witness protection plans, While the men you represented were sent to Federal Corrections land..... What's the point of claiming affiliation? When the fact is, you lack status..... Getting trapped back into the habbits being in the back woods with crack addicts, While I got these tracks mastered with these fantastic rap tactics... That'll have you going spastic and flippin' backwards like acrobatics I'm the rap apparatus spitting classics at home and around the atlas, With such active passion, that I can reach the stratosphere with my raps.... I know it's tragic.... in fact, I know you've had it with me wreaking havoc, My words will have ya brain leaking, You won't be speaking, it's so traumatic.... When it comes to fear, you know I'll have you facing your inner most, That's why you avoid me like a plague, at home hidden, hittin' send on a bitter post, I guess you didn't know....I'll still get you hit, even if you live on a different coast, I got hittas that'll cut ya life short... like Gary Coleman on Different Strokes, It's always the ones who say they built for it that be the ones that quit the most, Got you pussies tappin' out quick, slick like Nick Diaz slips in a choke, "Don't be scared Homie".... I know you're just a miserable joke, You shoulda taken early WU advice, Now, my foots' on your literal throat, You still can't stand on your damn pen, cuz each bar was written by ghosts 👻 You're condemned....I'll send you to a place where a devil named Satans' the host, It's kinda hard to WATCH the TIME, ⌚ when in your HANDS, your FACE is broke ⌚ In this race I set the pace, still finish 1st place when I take it slow, With this money .....I'll make it rain.... With this cocaine....I'll make it snow.... In any weather, man, I'm the better man, Even seasoned vet-er-ans say I'm dope.... My flow......you jacket like a Let-ter-man, I'm not talkin' Dave and his late show, Now, who you think you better than?? I suggest you settle in and lay low.......
Uh, I'm back at it again - got my strap wit 2 bitches in my lap push my hand on her back, sliding down to the crack.. Uh Now I ain't about the slang but Ima flip this bitch upside down an eat her pussy while she hang, gaging on my dick like she think I'm playin. I'm here with william and he coming in with the helium, gonna make you laugh like Ted Williams rapping in the pavilion next to his multimillion dollar car, no civilian could compare to this star but ima need you to step back till I finish my bar. Tearing threw these lyrics so bad it left a scar.
Slanging over countrys got me feeling like the war lord, smoking on paytons got me lifted like a space ship, big head alien looking like he heaven sent, no raps in yo ship got u shutting down nukes, respect for stopping russia, red china can get it too, what u wanna do, when im posted with my crew, shotty go bang and i wish it hits FURU, lalalaE, kushy volume with 30E, have it corrupt on ur ass like its hot thc, im creative with my raps i feel like the mac bro, call me andre nickatina with a fucking afro , getting angry like hulk and getting hotter than some nachos..
Sometimes I need to listen to the beats for distraction Take my time away from reality and snatch it Grab the microphone and spit like an addict I don’t keep it flashy nor dramatic I reap the rewards from my passion Distinctly chosen to be classic Phoenix I arose from the ashes I was down but I backflipped Now it’s time to close some caskets I’m bodying this rap game no reactions Ignite the flame I’m all attraction Not even half of me you barely a fraction Imagine Spit fire like Dragons There’s levels to this game and I ain’t passing The torch is in my hands and I’m a savage Fuck around I’ll turn you into a cabbage Engraving your name on the bullets watch you catch ‘em You get the point guy Goran Dragic The wordsmith I’m something like Magic Close my eyes while these rappers vanish I’m so fuego shit I might start speaking Spanish Viva La Rasa Run up on you in your casa I’m always cooking up that dope no pasta Get your wig split Rasta You locked in a cage with a monstarr!! Digest your brain you swimming in the rain lobster I’m off that Jane on a plane keeping it a stack like a mobster Click clack it rang you gon get hit with something proper Curve the bullet through your frame watch you kick the habit away like soccer Too late you maggots getting popped like redenbachers
: 🙌🔥 Appreciate the love, fam! Gotta stay hotter than the summer pavement, you know? But yo, speaking of consistency, you've got that fire burning inside you too! Don't let that short attention span hold you back. Keep hustling, stay focused, and you'll be dropping bars that'll make the world spin. The game needs more passionate souls like you, so keep pushing and never stop surprising yourself. Let's keep it fresh and make waves together! 💯
From the bottom, we rose, life’s struggles we know, Barely had a penny, but we made it grow. Grew up in the struggle, streets taught me to hustle, Turned pain into power, never cracked under the tussle. Now the world’s our stage, flipped the script of our story, From the shadows of the past to the glory and the glory. Made it through the dark, now we’re shining like gold, From the depths of the struggle, watch our legacy unfold.
Ha ha ha Yeah yeah yeah Blah blah blah Let get this ugh. I been anxious in my past Had to grow up - do it fast Got my act up - i was bad it’s the moment where I’m at Don’t like living eating trash Throw it down we on the mat Just like that - spit facts - up at bat - all in black I ain’t got not team- but Jesus we we done defeated - the demons they been leaving me alone that’s cause Ive been speaking - like Moses I been clearing up the path - I think I need it This energy inside of me The Holy Spirit screaming - give my soul to God - I’m pleading - I lived a half a life - but Lord I’ll try to make it past this season - I been patiently a waiting for the haste to stop a steaming - Hate how I used to be - living promiscuously- I admit it I was addicted Had to roll up my sleeves - promised Mom I would be - not afraid of defeat - had to get up keep the walking on I’m bout to switch the topics yeah.
Start a feud??......If I'm being honest, you're not even worth a mention, man.... Try sending shots at my complexion, you can't even cross my attention span, My suggestion, is you get a better plan and come from a different direction, fam... You're just a freshman in this profession, My pen answers questions yours never can... If you even try to grab my pencil, 📝 you'll just end up with severed hands, All this pressure got you stressin', upon reflection,.....you're just a lesser man, The type that tells confessions and winds up in witness protection plans, While the men you represented were sent to Federal Corrections land..... What's the point of claiming affiliation? When the fact is, you lack status..... Getting trapped back into the habbits being in the back woods with crack addicts, While I got these tracks mastered with these fantastic rap tactics... That'll have you going spastic and flippin' backwards like acrobatics I'm the rap apparatus spitting classics at home and around the atlas, With such active passion, that I can reach the stratosphere with my raps.... I know it's tragic.... in fact, I know you've had it with me wreaking havoc, My words will have ya brain leaking, You won't be speaking, it's so traumatic.... When it comes to fear, you know I'll have you facing your inner most, That's why you avoid me like a plague, at home hidden, hittin' send on a bitter post, I guess you didn't know....I'll still get you hit, even if you live on a different coast, I got hittas that'll cut ya life short... like Gary Coleman on Different Strokes, It's always the ones who say they built for it that be the ones that quit the most, Got you pussies tappin' out quick, slick like Nick Diaz slips in a choke, "Don't be scared Homie".... I know you're just a miserable joke, You shoulda taken early WU advice, Now, my foots' on your literal throat, You still can't stand on your damn pen, cuz each bar was written by ghosts 👻 You're condemned....I'll send you to a place where a devil named Satans' the host, It's kinda hard to WATCH the TIME, ⌚ when in your HANDS, your FACE is broke ⌚ In this race I set the pace, still finish 1st place when I take it slow, With this money .....I'll make it rain.... With this cocaine....I'll make it snow.... In any weather, man, I'm the better man, Even seasoned vet-er-ans say I'm dope.... My flow......you jacket like a Let-ter-man, I'm not talkin' Dave and his late show, Now, who you think you better than?? I suggest you settle in and lay low.......
Start a feud??......If I'm being honest, you're not even worth a mention, man.... Try sending shots at my complexion, you can't even cross my attention span, My suggestion, is you get a better plan and come from a different direction, fam... You're just a freshman in this profession, My pen answers questions yours never can... If you even try to grab my pencil, 📝 you'll just end up with severed hands, All this pressure got you stressin', upon reflection,.....you're just a lesser man, The type that tells confessions and winds up in witness protection plans, While the men you represented were sent to Federal Corrections land..... What's the point of claiming affiliation? When the fact is, you lack status..... Getting trapped back into the habbits being in the back woods with crack addicts, While I got these tracks mastered with these fantastic rap tactics... That'll have you going spastic and flippin' backwards like acrobatics I'm the rap apparatus spitting classics at home and around the atlas, With such active passion, that I can reach the stratosphere with my raps.... I know it's tragic.... in fact, I know you've had it with me wreaking havoc, My words will have ya brain leaking, You won't be speaking, it's so traumatic.... When it comes to fear, you know I'll have you facing your inner most, That's why you avoid me like a plague, at home hidden, hittin' send on a bitter post, I guess you didn't know....I'll still get you hit, even if you live on a different coast, I got hittas that'll cut ya life short... like Gary Coleman on Different Strokes, It's always the ones who say they built for it that be the ones that quit the most, Got you pussies tappin' out quick, slick like Nick Diaz slips in a choke, "Don't be scared Homie".... I know you're just a miserable joke, You shoulda taken early WU advice, Now, my foots' on your literal throat, You still can't stand on your damn pen, cuz each bar was written by ghosts 👻 You're condemned....I'll send you to a place where a devil named Satans' the host, It's kinda hard to WATCH the TIME, ⌚ when in your HANDS, your FACE is broke ⌚ In this race I set the pace, still finish 1st place when I take it slow, With this money .....I'll make it rain.... With this cocaine....I'll make it snow.... In any weather, man, I'm the better man, Even seasoned vet-er-ans say I'm dope.... My flow......you jacket like a Let-ter-man, I'm not talkin' Dave and his late show, Now, who you think you better than?? I suggest you settle in and lay low.......
🔥 Yo, this beat got me feeling like I just discovered fire in the middle of Antarctica! It's so dynamic, it's practically doing backflips. And hey, if this groove was a superhero, it would be saving the day, one head nod at a time! Keep riding this wave, my friend, because when the groove takes over, ain't nothing stopping you from becoming a legend in your own right! 🌟💪
I step to the mic with rhymes that ignite, Like a shooting star, I shine so bright. My verses hit hard, no need to fight, I'm a lyrical heavyweight, taking flight. I'm in the fast lane, no time for brakes, I'm cooking up rhymes like sizzling steaks. I'm the king of wordplay, no mistakes, I'll leave you in awe, like earthquakes. I'll twist and turn, like a winding road, My rhymes are a story, yet to be told. I'm a smooth operator, call me bold, In this rap game, I'll never fold. I drop the mic, it's a lyrical show, Double entendres, that's how I flow. I'm the rap maestro, here to steal the show, In the world of rhymes, I'm the one to know. So remember my name, I'm the wordplay king, With double meanings, I spread my wings. In this rap game, I'm the real thing, Double entendres, that's how I swing.
Start a feud??......If I'm being honest, you're not even worth a mention, man.... Try sending shots at my complexion, you can't even cross my attention span, My suggestion, is you get a better plan and come from a different direction, fam... You're just a freshman in this profession, My pen answers questions yours never can... If you even try to grab my pencil, 📝 you'll just end up with severed hands, All this pressure got you stressin', upon reflection,.....you're just a lesser man, The type that tells confessions and winds up in witness protection plans, While the men you represented were sent to Federal Corrections land..... What's the point of claiming affiliation? When the fact is, you lack status..... Getting trapped back into the habbits being in the back woods with crack addicts, While I got these tracks mastered with these fantastic rap tactics... That'll have you going spastic and flippin' backwards like acrobatics I'm the rap apparatus spitting classics at home and around the atlas, With such active passion, that I can reach the stratosphere with my raps.... I know it's tragic.... in fact, I know you've had it with me wreaking havoc, My words will have ya brain leaking, You won't be speaking, it's so traumatic.... When it comes to fear, you know I'll have you facing your inner most, That's why you avoid me like a plague, at home hidden, hittin' send on a bitter post, I guess you didn't know....I'll still get you hit, even if you live on a different coast, I got hittas that'll cut ya life short... like Gary Coleman on Different Strokes, It's always the ones who say they built for it that be the ones that quit the most, Got you pussies tappin' out quick, slick like Nick Diaz slips in a choke, "Don't be scared Homie".... I know you're just a miserable joke, You shoulda taken early WU advice, Now, my foots' on your literal throat, You still can't stand on your damn pen, cuz each bar was written by ghosts 👻 You're condemned....I'll send you to a place where a devil named Satans' the host, It's kinda hard to WATCH the TIME, ⌚ when in your HANDS, your FACE is broke ⌚ In this race I set the pace, still finish 1st place when I take it slow, With this money .....I'll make it rain.... With this cocaine....I'll make it snow.... In any weather, man, I'm the better man, Even seasoned vet-er-ans say I'm dope.... My flow......you jacket like a Let-ter-man, I'm not talkin' Dave and his late show, Now, who you think you better than?? I suggest you settle in and lay low.......
Comment: Hands down one of the best I have heard in a loooooooong time. Good work. : 🔥🔥🔥 Your comment got me feeling like I just stepped into a studio booth with a fire beat playing! Keep that inspiration flowing and who knows, maybe you'll be dropping your own tracks soon. The world needs more talent like yours!
Yeah, Mitternacht und ich fang' wieder zu schreiben an Gottverdammt, Mann, wie schnell ist all die Zeit vergang'n? Wir waren jung und vielleicht sind wir zu weit gegang'n Doch ohne dich fühlt sich das alles hier so einsam an Was würd' ich dafür geben, dich nochmal in den Arm zu nehmen Ein letztes Mal heimlich trinken und auf Party gehen Leute blamieren und dann fragen, ob sie Spaß versteh'n Doch stattdessen bleibt mir nur, vor deinem Grab zu steh'n Und ich sprech' zu dir, als würdst du grade vor mir steh'n Und frage dich: „Vielleicht könn'n wir uns ja morgen seh'n?“ Das klingt verrückt, ich weiß das selbst, doch mir bleibt nur das Und ich red' immer weiter, weil's das für mich leichter macht Manchmal sitz' ich hier stundenlang und sage nichts Und frage mich, ob man im Himmel meine Sprache spricht Tausend gute Gründe, dir heut diesen Brief zu schreiben Die Besten sterben jung und das werd' ich nie begreifen [Hook] Ich zähl' die Stunden und die Tage, jede scheiß Sekunde Hab' es dir versprochen und bleibe der gleiche Junge Ich schreib' es auf und paraphiere es mit meinem Blut Die Besten sterben jung, vielleicht war ich nicht gut genug Ich zähl' die Stunden und die Tage, jede scheiß Sekunde Hab' es dir versprochen und bleibe der gleiche Junge Ich schreib' es auf und paraphiere es mit meinem Blut Die Besten sterben jung, vielleicht war ich nicht gut genug [Part 2] Wir wollten nichts, außer das Mic und auf die Kacke hau'n Du und ich auf der Bühne, was ein krasser Traum Doch da oben geht's dir gut, das weiß ich ganz genau Im Himmel gibt es keine Ghettos und kein'n Plattenbau Was soll der Scheiß? Wieso bist du bloß so früh gegang'n? Damals hab' ich echt geglaubt, dass ich nichts fühlen kann Doch als du gingst, Mann, da brach es mir mein Herz entzwei Die Besten sterben jung, scheint nicht immer fair zu sein Ich schließ' die Augen, manchmal kann ich deine Stimme hör'n Du lachst und sagst dann leise: „Glaube mir, alles wird gut“ Mann, ich vermisse dich, du glaubst mir nicht, wie krass das ist Falls du im Himmel bist, besorg schonmal 'nen Platz für mich Tränen beschreiben das, was keiner meiner Worte kann Du bist nicht fort, du bist einfach nur schon vorgegang'n Tausend gute Gründe, dir heut diesen Brief zu schreiben Die Besten sterben jung und das werd' ich nie begreifen [Hook] Ich zähl' die Stunden und die Tage, jede scheiß Sekunde Hab' es dir versprochen und bleibe der gleiche Junge Ich schreib' es auf und paraphiere es mit meinem Blut Die Besten sterben jung, vielleicht war ich nicht gut genug Ich zähl' die Stunden und die Tage, jede scheiß Sekunde Hab' es dir versprochen und bleibe der gleiche Junge Ich schreib' es auf und paraphiere es mit meinem Blut Die Besten sterben jung, vielleicht war ich nicht gut genug [Bridge] Ich hoff' für dich, dass du da oben bist Heut dreh' ich meine Runden ohne dich Hätte dir so viel zu erzähl'n, doch nur den einen Song Wenn wir uns wiederseh'n, erzähle ich dir mehr davon Die Besten sterben jung, ich meine viel zu jung Den Tod auszutricksen ist uns leider nie gelung'n Weder das Geld, noch die Liebe oder meine Texte Die Besten sterben jung, Jamal, du warst der Beste [Hook] Ich zähl' die Stunden und die Tage, jede scheiß Sekunde Hab' es dir versprochen und bleibe der gleiche Junge Ich schreib' es auf und paraphiere es mit meinem Blut Die Besten sterben jung, vielleicht war ich nicht gut genug Ich zähl' die Stunden und die Tage, jede scheiß Sekunde Hab' es dir versprochen und bleibe der gleiche Junge Ich schreib' es auf und paraphiere es mit meinem Blut Die Besten sterben jung, vielleicht war ich nicht gut genug
Lethal finally made it here...dont let the haters sway you 😎 stay cool as a breeze coming from the north we in here and a damn thang haters can do about it now ✊️ beat solid as Ron Coleman in his prime
FREE PALESTINE Sometimes I need to hear beats for distraction Take my time away from reality and snatch it Grab the microphone and spit like an addict I don’t keep it flashy nor dramatic I reap the rewards from my passion Distinctly chosen to be classic Phoenix I arose from the ashes I was down but I backflipped Now it’s time to close some caskets I’m bodying this rap game no reactions Ignite the flame I’m all attraction Not even half of me you barely a fraction Imagine Spit fire like Dragons There’s levels to this game and I ain’t passing The torch is in my hands and I’m a savage Fuck around I’ll turn you into a cabbage Engraving your name on the bullets watch you catch ‘em You get the point guy Goran Dragic The wordsmith I’m something like Magic Close my eyes while these rappers vanish I’m so fuego shit I might start speaking Spanish Viva La Rasa Run up on you in your casa I’m always cooking up that dope no pasta Get your wig split Rasta You locked in a cage with a monstarr!! Digest your brain you swimming in the rain lobster I’m off that Jane on a plane keeping it a stack like a mobster Click clack it rang you gon get hit with something proper Curve the bullet through your frame watch you kick the habit away like soccer Too late you maggots getting popped like redenbachers HAAA!!
If I could catch the tempo correctly, I think this is actually a solidly written verse. Decent rhyme schemes, good punchlines, creative phrasing, etc. Not bad at all homie, record that shit!
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