Después de caer al suelo De nuevo Me levanté Sólo pensé Emprender un nuevo vuelo Tomar decisiones Impulsar emociones Qué el talento Pesqué el anzuelo Esto fácil Es sencillo Siendo ágil Fuerte cómo un martillo Plasmando escritura Sin pausas En Los compases Mi lectura Sin censura Fundamentos Para la mejor soltura Conmoverlo Ser oportuno De nuevo Recordando Los consejos del abuelo Uno a uno En el cielo Está pleno En el paraíso En su terreno No hay ninguno En el templo Contempló Una diosa Imprecisionante Es brillante Prédica con el ejemplo Cuando le da la gana En la semana En la ventana Pasa su tiempo De nuevo Tomar decisiones Impulsar emociones El talento innato Hoy me Pesqué Emprender un nuevo vuelo Después de caer al suelo Me levanté Sólo pensé Reflexioné Atención puse El miedo abandoné A mis interiores Ordené Salir de depresión Conjugar conexión Tomando decisión Evolucióne Soy el mejor Jugando ajedrez Hago Jake mate En un dos por tres Hago mi jugada Estés donde estés Es algo evidente Sin consumir Estrés Objetivos claros Enfoque a las alturas Llegar a la sima Tenemos una meta Concreta Sacar la mejor faseta Alto rendimiento Ser mejor atleta Voy Por un camino diferente Demandante Mi estilo es preferente Alarmante Un paso adelante Suelo ser constante Podría ser cantante Voy prácticando Por qué soy el maestro Tengo talento No caliento el asiento Adentro de mi Explotando el intelecto Mejor conciencia Mayor conocimiento De nuevo Tomar decisiones Impulsar emociones El talento innato Hoy me Pesqué Emprender un nuevo vuelo Después de caer al suelo Me levanté Sólo pensé
Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel Reeds driftin' on by You know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good Fish in the sea You know how I feel River running free You know how I feel Blossom on the tree You know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good
As the wind blows Lyrics flow Trails go To opposite paths Thought we made a pact Shits supposed to last You put me on blast Set my soul on fire Then watched me turn to ash Used to be the happiest Now I can't even laugh Just need to get a grasp On the fact That you took my heart of gold And turned that shit black Can't ever go back to those days You took my past, present, and future plans away
Baby I made flowers It takes hours To braid some towers Save his powers You won't miss this B Witness me It is I that is the pro Foh the love of missing Gs Let me help you escape your prison please The Distant breeze calms my nerves I save every song I've heard I pray they say hey we listened to the song you worked On for years You Bombed and just cleared Every nigga in the room that they feared This was pure intentions I hope that you come see me The slums be serving drums freely Am I dumb or just easy too Please I feel relieved that I'm living in these Harsh conditions baby I know your heart has been missing Look on your phone your missing part Is coming back to you Has the truth brought wrong actions In a direction You're getting in the way of my obsession Progression brought me some new lamps Gotholon God knows the troubles on your shoulders Let me rest when it's all over Promise to let my flame carry on from shoulder to shoulder I'm older now this life is mine Lemme strike the nine With every bolt of lightening that I find
@@ldv9179 that's because of the new generation of music. Sampling is a very peculiar process as is but now there's no credit in the sampling process. There could at very least be lyrics alluding to the artist in the song but 9 times out of 10 nobody gives credit for a sample.
Title: Mutter- beat: flowers, katsuro beats Where are we now huh Tell me the chumps huh What's the competition like Is it all the same just please refrain From writing a song if you can't even rap or you're lacking a brain I'll murder the beat and the flow is insane All the people in the house are calling Is it time to stop yet I can't tell is it lame I can tell ya that homies be yelling at pain But me I feel nothing I'm not even grazed Cause all my fellas it's evident I'm having a mumbling game like the rest of the same of the rappers in the industry you've got yourselves ruffling feathers to blame Back up your age Perplexing your memory you're forgetting everything Everything put to shame Like wiping your windows it's gone though again Or cleaning them up on the motorway Your car fast swerving in several lanes till it crashes and bursts up into flames Why hip hop so scary to play Is it the people that telling to stop or the artists retarded fans at the top That be stalking them and break up into their houses and pillaging stuff just please tell me; explain Cause with all the mumbling you're due it's incredible anyone can understand you but regardless it's popular the people are popping painful tracks i'll paraphrase It's like you forgot to finalise Producing and writing and making the lyrics you need to decide What your style is You're copying everyone there's no originality in sight Open your eyes, here's an invite Get up and remove your disguise Taking a little bit of speed and a spoon of cinnamon acetaminophen paracetamol a synonym Isn't gonna fix your life Go and do something nice You're tryna act hard but in reality we can all see the fallacy that you're pushing How many people gonna tell it to you but you never listen It's my mission to get up in the rap and make a change All the people that be living every minute wanna get someone and get their gun cuz you're better with a little bit of lesser crime Time is running out each and every t i m e is an I t e m and I m I t e as well stop it before anyone else can see it Speed it up son When I get up in the building people wanna see what I can do I so go and prove it cause I'm mr millimetre like we measuring the bullets of a gun And it's pretty fitting since you have to be in the military to see me, Machine gun flow hit us with the bread and butter, the basics I'm racing tell it to your face and see how many people can count the slaps like vorhees, Jason You know I had to give it a little bit of a click Not bad Dough though making the money it'll visit checking my mojo before I'm adding the rhymes are sick Before I go extinct like a dodo oh doh! open the door hoe Get on the floor like you're supposed to go low low low And behold tool in the ground farming cash I'm flowing so fast like I'm having a heart attack the Holter machine is going nasty soon you'll see it's flat You bastards doubt me you best be having cardiac arrest I'll arrest the beat the rest of weep the rest of you beef calves growing up too fast tryna be bulls ain't nobody ready for the remaining world Was a fifty fifty chance you'll go to gold But now you gotta be spitting nothing of value you're so bold Having great production to make it is so cold There was a time when you had to be unique and different but now it's mumble jumbo and lyrics come second It's imminent eminem will end up in prison as innocent right in a predicament from murdering mumble rap as a fact so he'll end up indifferent retiring from writing and the end to rap's life span Enemies never to be up on a level or a pedestal it's inevitable I'm never gonna make it in fact all I can is flow and that isn't enough to be a hip hop artists but half of your arses are up in a tardis cuz I swear all rap sounds from the future where we're speaking different language not in English vernacular Like a disease It's up in the air I continue to struggle It's just not fair How many people gotta spit it It's your average joe these days But without the J Replace with H No talent no practice And even some make it because they have a whack accent An accident at birth he got wacked and You better believe it I'm heavily heated I'm bitterly spitting the venom at ether and then imma be showing them how I'm k.a.a.n and how I can be going fast and still be keeping a flow of euphoric I better be honest not making the dollars practically hip-hopping for nothing While people without talent are making songs about gunning and are mumbling and they're not even trying the rhyme schemes are basic And no-one is patient They're making the music in days about money not training or the benefit of practicing your hobby The ability to rhyme is decomposing like a body You hit somebody up to write a song for you and get misconstrued when it's a carbon copy of a popular song you get thrown out the lobby You treading on reading reviews Your pen that you're passing to somebody else ain't helpin you're as strickly as use- less as a relaxing assassin substance abuse The spreading of tying a noose The people that I knew since Have been a nuisance Alcoholism or the orange juice Which one will you pick This Unusual behaviour gonna require some new sense Checking you up on the news sent All of the people connected like glue But you broke the bond with your lies that you've been telling Pursued But unfortunately life doesn't have an undo Button withdrew I'll tell it to you The people in view Don't like the nasty songs you're making Don't like the somber delivery You're quaking Split em In two Get all the thoughts on your mind if it's sad From the vocals that's all I have gath- ered It's evident hella the people want honesty and truth but that's all you can do improve on your rapping and the way we can see all it happening just do go down the wrong path man? Just saying Amen
Nobody better test me, cuz I don't wanna get messy Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, crack open a six I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends Who gives a fuck who they was I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz? We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic Furious four motherfuckers Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me
I’m thirsty,thirsty ,trying find a way out Walking that narrow path,but I feel weighed down Thru this dessert land,I don’t feel safe now Put my heart in Your hands Lord get me out Pray I make it just another day On my mind,this rent that I have to pay If I don’t have this,where am I gonna stay With these trials I really gotta have faith Deep inside me,just gotta activate On Your timing,perfect no never late So I wait, And put my trust You Always pull me thru,tell me Lord what I gotta do
[5:52PM 02/11/2018] lucas setth: tenho fumado muito todo dia tenho vivido pouco todo dia me escondendo entre linhas sombrias eu ainda agradeço, todo dia ainda não aprendi a enfrentar meus medos viver o que eu vivi te faz homem cedo 17 planos, 17 anos quantos dos seus amigos viu morto ou preso? julga minha vivência e nao sabe o peso tô pagando meus erros eu reconheço trabalhando tanto, correndo contra o vento buscando o que é meu, nada que eu não mereço [5:57PM 02/11/2018] lucas setth: o que eu era antes das mulheres antes das drogas, antes do cifrão antes de ver meu mundo desabar renascer das cinzas outra oração eu acendi um fino, outra oração lembrei daquela morena que tem meu coração elevo meu espirito, expansão da consciência fardo tão pesado, outra oração moça serio, tira a roupa eu paro no proximo beco moça seus olhos negros moça seus olhos negros refletem o estado da minha alma para, calma juro que eu só teu pelo essa noite eu sou só seu o mundo é grande demais pra eu ser só seu e eu sou grande demais pra eu ser só meu aqui quem se pagou demais nem viu morreu o tio cê acha que eu to bricando quando eu digo que o mundo é nosso, que eu vou fazer tudo que eu posso provar que eu posso ser o que eu quiser
Ok d'accord c'est le début J'y vais doucement jte fais salut Ok d'accord c'était facile Mais comme jtai dit c'est le début Jsuis le démon à 4 cornes Jtavoue que j'ai level up On m'a donné des pop corns Et puis les cornes ont pops Fini l'époque des miels pops Fini l'époque de la k pop Nous on écoute du hip hop Apparemment t'étais un pote Mais bon pour toi jsuis qu'une merde Apparemment t'étais frère Mais bon pour moi t'es qu'une merde Beaucoup de vice moins de vertu Beaucoup de kiss moins d'ouverture Et moi j'encaisse les bienvenus Signe du destin moi ça me tue Le cœur fermé pas d'ouverture Mais bon tu vois 3 fermetures Les femmes me tue à petit feu Jsuis dans un film sans complexe Dans un film avec latex Jsuis dans un film mais sans coupure C'est un film sentimental Avec une fin pas happy end Demande toi ce qui se passe In my head i'm fucking dead
Hi man! What program do you use for your videos? I have Final Cut Pro. I like your "Subscribe - it's free" thing. And that all of your vids got the same theme almost. Inspiring. Keep it up, man! 🔥🔥🔥
I had some very big dreams as a teen Growing up in world but it’s not what it seems Cause even with the money and the fame People still taking there life From the outside they look happy But inside they wanna die They just living in a lie God open up our eyes Before the times runs dry And we can’t see nothing just our pride Inside
@Katsuro Prod I meant if you nod your head to A song its usually relation to feeling. When you first okay it, its slow, then speeds up and by 18-24 seconds it'll drop, about A minute or 30 seconds it will drop again. When the hook comes in you'll hear it in the beat. At first the instrumental will just play, but then the instruments come together. When the beat feels like it drops again, thats the hook. Listen up to 1:39 because thats the seconds drop, but look for differences between that part and when the beat starts and even drops the first time. Its really obvious and mood swinging.
Ima flower growing up in the concrete Grew up in rags where the ex cons be Place I coulf pass thru calmy Caused Im steady focused on my Bills up like Chauncey
