you know the artist needs a muse to get inspire? .. a lot of artist fall in love with a woman/man and start to create thanks to their muse. What you do is the same. You create a muse for all the writters to get inspired and start creating. if it wasnt for your canvas we would have nothing to paint. THanks bro .. from all of us.
Things got off track I got my Demons And they starting to attack Struggling to focus Falling all the time my heads permanently concussed What's the point in taking it so serious soon enough we'll all be dust Yeah im off track I really want this universe to cut me some slack My hearts deepening man its turning black Take me back to the old school hip hop days There no guns real gangster days Beefing over labels and ladies And i got a label and a lady so I'd be out of the shit Nah everyone now fighting for no reason Fighting for disses Acting like it's treason Things got off track So let's steer em back Things got off track I got my Demons And they starting to attack Struggling to focus Falling all the time my heads permanently concussed What's the point in taking it so serious soon enough we'll all be dust Yeah im off track I really want this universe to cut me some slack My hearts deepening man its turning black Things got off track Oh now my minds starting to crack Bouncing off the walls may as well call me shaq I think I've lost my mind I tried to leave the gang life behind But it's integral to the grind Things got off track And I'm really struggling to get em back Might as well hide from it all go and hit the sack Sleep through the war zone Sleep through the times alone Sleep through the bullets landing in the bone Things are off track Things got off track I got my Demons And they starting to attack Struggling to focus Falling all the time my heads permanently concussed What's the point in taking it so serious soon enough we'll all be dust Yeah im off track I really want this universe to cut me some slack My hearts deepening man its turning black
Contemplating switching domains, Trust was a curse almost trapped in this plain, Woke from the rebirth back at it again, Seeking a purpose or what remains, My memory fades everyday I wake, Every day I learn some things are fake. Grow your own food and read the things you take. It might be your last day Time to level But will you chose to come back again
Me encuentro remontando un camino de cero Con un pie encima, no es fácil salirse suelo No todo es bueno, no sería sincero Si tú vienes, tráeme una linterna al agujero ¿Qué menos?, cada uno en su coco, en su locura ¿Dónde quedaron los niños de alma pura? He visto tanto que no tengo cura Intenté ayudar y me convertí yo en basura y Mírame, mírame, mi límite es el cielo Eso decimos, pero de la tierra no saldremos Por el Insta' decimos que si nos vemos Luego nos cruzamos y hacemos que no nos conocemos Solo si salgo de las ciudades me siento bien y Cuando estaba contigo también Se llevó una parte mía de rehén Estaré toda la vida pensando en ese tren "Ven, ven", me dice esa mujer de vez en cuando Me hago el duro pero lo estaba pensando y Bang, bang, siento como disparando Aunque me llamen "Hard", contigo me ablando Seguimos barajando, a ver si va tocando Desde niños de parque, hasta dime cuánto Nunca he sido un diablo, pero tampoco un santo Aunque no quiera ni yo al final me levanto Mira la hora, se nos ha hecho tarde El sol se ha cansado de arder Esperemos que la luna nos guarde Hasta que llegue el amanecer En el tobillo tatuado un cobarde Porque estoy cansado de correr He llegado a un punto tan distante Que no creo que sepa volver Que no creo que sepa volver, eh Me cuesta decir a veces lo que siento Necesitabas más de mí, tranqui', lo entiendo Quise ser mejor pero no pude serlo Y es que todo siempre acabo por romperlo Me mata la vida de este corazón Y es que sufro tanto con o sin razón Miro a las estrellas quemando el pulmón Su mirada rompe mi caparazón Hoy sonrío si veo el azul del cielo Cuesta valorar lo que siempre tenemos Y aunque lloro cuando pienso si morimos También es bonito un: "ya nunca nos veremos" Despliego las alas y vuelo Para aterrizar en tu suelo Si tienes frío mi calor no da consuelo Pero a tu lado si hace falta me congelo La vida es bonita, ¿por qué tanta pena? Tus labios me salvan pero me envenenan Estoy bailando solo con la luna llena El tiempo tumbará los castillos de arena Vida solo hay una, quiero saber dónde estás Solo dime por qué lloras, no me importa lo demás Y es que hay veces que aunque duela ya no existe vuelta atrás Volvamos a estar a solas de nuevo una noche más porque Mira la hora, se nos ha hecho tarde El sol se ha cansado de arder Esperemos que la luna nos guarde Hasta que llegue el amanecer En el tobillo tatuado un cobarde Porque estoy cansado de correr He llegado a un punto tan distante Que no creo que sepa volver Mira la hora, se nos ha hecho tarde El sol se ha cansado de arder Esperemos que la luna nos guarde Hasta que llegue el amanecer En el tobillo tatuado un cobarde Porque estoy cansado de correr He llegado a un punto tan distante Que no creo que sepa volver
From the 214 Hell I know how to put up a show Let’s go Ever since a youngin I’ve been rapping Never lacking A mf doom Soon to be the best in the room Popping shrooms Even in days it was a gloom Stay tuned Pen and pad fused You know the rules To elite When I spit these beats Stomping on these rappers with my feet Take a seat Best alive now that a reach
Pulling lyrics out my brain at the speed of bullet trains, As I blaze gaze up on higher strains, making methodical beats finally feeling lifes gains- dried these tears no longer does my heart cry, True beauty gifted to only those willing to try, sacrifice for a better meaning of this life, took me to the point of insanity to finally see clear skies, Torrential downfall rainfall, finally feeling grateful, hateful sins no longer conquering, each and everyday lifes a gift that can be taken away, all within 3 days, Departed forever never to see her face again, Trying to overcome pain at such a tender age, rage destruction & trauma, new case mental disorder, wanna pack my bags head for the nearest border, reanalyze, Reorder, post traumatic stress disorder, hearts torn battled & bruised, at least my mind's no longer confused, regardless the fact i got holes in either side of both shoes,
...thundering thuh thuh thundering. Im back with the period so ur prolly wondering. I feel like jesus christ in the wonderland. C over here he grinds like the government. Taking souls and just surprising all his elements. D over here like a nas jeep and a monster truck finna fuck you up with his double gloves.
no matter what life brings we figure it out/ im on a crash course but im calm with this route/ told the connect i'll see u later, he said ya no doubt/ u aint makin no profit if it dont triple amounts/ u gotta make just enough to invest then bounce/ its take u stuck in a cell just to figure it out/
I'm really grateful that there is beats like this out in the world. It makes you think about life. About having to survive and know in you're heart you will stay alive. I'll seek positivity and relations with Gods good spirits. Reaching to heaven for lyrics listen to my family and friends song telling me in my ear rest in peace and have no fear. I am here. I care about your deeply let me hold you near me, huh? I ssaid hold my ccclose. My years m-my tears falling and spirit rising to the cosmos
Hard to believe we can achieve anything we conceive life changes similar to leaves sunshine leaves then I the MC flowing like a breeze at ZERO degrees speakin low key, style is OG people know me.. they call me Killa Tone on the MIC solved the mysteries of life working for the MIB
I can hear the city talkin.. Im talkin back to it! Man you really wanna rock it? Have a blast doin anything you wanna till you cant lose, Xanz, booze, molly and shrooms, Someone get the dam broom, Buddy clean your act up an act right!
Znowu wyglądałeś na ziemie Nie wiem jak żyć aby mieć czyste sumienie Znowu gonią mnie mojego myśli że się starzeje Łapie Boga za nogi żeby odnaleźć siebie Jak tylko pomyślę kim będę kiedy skończę te 60 lat Nawet jak wszystkie góry zdobędę to i tak boję się obrucenia w piach
Seven Sins Storming ya front door Sure I'm a creature Featured in scores of horror lore The sort of gore I have in store Makes me reach to seek More and more I got this sick from spitting lyrical swords Forged of course from an evil source A darkness unseen That's the meaning of me Chasing my dreams Riding with my demon queen on a headless horse Forces of the light Should stay home at night Your can't walk the path of Jesus Christ Not the brightest torch if you think you'll live twice Aight Staying warm inside is ya safest bet You can keep using your bed if you use ya head right? But if ya wanna be strong Then ya dead wrong cuz you'll get gone in a single strike There's plenty of dirt to bite I'm sure you worms would fight Insides ignite with excitement from one single sight Of this cold blooded Titan Seducing the mic with bolts of lightning Gripping ya tight With lyrics that steer the delirious Right to enlightenment Speaking my art With arcs that spark bright Beaming light on this Dark knight Who's quite the sharp type Carved out my clever disguise From all the times I should've barked But I decided to charge in and bite
@@izzydjs11 High and about to fade But not stressing Just a brave moved made I'm so enraged Cuz it's moves played like this That raise the rate of my hate And creates less ways from me For a clean escape Lines in the shadows Disobeyed directions Your directly in the way For a funeral and wake a decision away from a grave mistake Rip Rotate in place And say cheese for A trigger squeeze That quivers ya weak knees When my finger releases with Extreme trained aim Keeping my name from which it came Is the only way that this situation Couldn't lead to me Keeping you in a freeze frame Shame The way you put on a play Depraved everytime the curtains give way to another character change Like my name Written as an aka My chains tame with Lyrical range Which Eventually decimates anything I claim to lay waste with my grammer spray Like a cockroach to a hand grenade From Friday to Thursday I learned my murderous wordplay Portrayed as strange hallucinations The names Seven Sins And I'm nothing less then A close brush with death A lesson So menacing It's etched in my essence Essentially worth not to forget it I promise my friend Yes I said it Friend Outta respect for the dead Cuz just second ago we was full fledged enemies At least a cheeky dialect from being arch nemesis But like the rest of ya regiment No mentions of a single threat Forget a drip of sweat dispensed Or a split second of suspense Never once did I miss a moment to implement my skills of Correct disciplined position to win Through instense misdirection A concrete cement strong enough weapon Manipulating the past and present To reinvent the names mentioned In the 10 seconds left before ya soul makes a clear exit And they never see you again after The ending credits
Мы все разные У каждого разные принципы Разные взгляды на вещи, разные границы Кто стремится заработать, а кто то влюбится Кто то стать сильнее чем вчера, кто то остановится Одному все надоело, другой хочет насладится Кто то любит выпить, а кто-то накурится Кто то родился в провинции, а кто то в столицы Кем это из вас гордятся, кого то ненавидят Кто то стремится с кем то Кто то себя не видит
Ligne noire Faut rentrer dans l’thème comme faut rentrer dans la BM’ Ma voix sort de l’antenne Quelques lettres dans l’en-tête, je vis ma bohème Armé de rimes, ma bouche devient un PM Mon encre dopé c’est ce que ma peau aime J’en garde un peu pour la couler dans mes poèmes Peut-être que j’suis qu’un drogué de poète J’ai voulu écrire après un coup d’blues, comme ça sur un coup d’tête Puis Garcine est tombé sur des bouts d’lettres Un tour sous la couette et quelques coups d’reins avant de refaire ses jolies couettes J’affute ma rime pendant qu’elle roule et qu’elle effrite quelques boulettes Je sors de ma propre vie dans un métro crade J’ai le bon profil, tout est fait pour que je rétrograde Téma comment c’est trop grave On enfume le sas’ avec mes khos braves Tous les 2 devant un clip’, le tourbillon de fumée nous accompagne Elle est à 2 doigts de jouir, à 2 doigts de se prendre pour ma compagne Un peu en retard, ma voix fera taire dans le moneytime Guidé par une luciole, mon encre noire s’éclaire sous mon étoile Des textes qui valent des tas d’money Hors de moi, autopsie lettrée je comprends mieux mon état Certains finissent leur vie sur une ligne blanche Drogué, je commence la mienne en traçant des lignes noires Le stylo s’embellit quand il flanche Harmonieuse, elle est là ma muse, à errer avec un long peignoir Minuit infini, 1 stylo, une feuille, dans ma p’tite chambre Combat de tous les instants, la pièce respire l’odeur du chambre J’suis dans ma bulle, j’remonte toujours à la surface pour éclater comme celle du champ’ Tes draps parfumés à ma haze, on se laisse aller dans un élan commun Quand j’suis mélancolique je disparais sous le tissu comme un fantôme La vie est belle par Lancôme Enfant de la lune, tête en l’air quand je fume la moonrock Le sang de ma plume coule chaque soir j’ai un mood gore On doit laisser parler nos mots d’corps pour faire taire nos maux d’cœurs J’ai tout fais comme un pauvre smokeur J’en rigolerai d’avoir dis « oui » à la 1ère taf’, mourant sur un nuage en bon ange moqueur Espoir qu’un jour le temps s’arrête Histoire que je puisse en avoir le contrôle La vie se consume donc on se consomme On a l’espoir qu’une barrette ou une manette nous console Tu peux être personne, moi j’ai trouvé mon con d’rôle Refaire le monde de A à Z en jouant avec 6 voyelles et 20 consonnes À mes pieds le monde et une paire de 700 En main, une plume et pas euro, sur le compte y’a 7 centimes J’ai ignoré ses sentiments jusqu’à oublier comment elle s’est senti Au claire de ma plume, la lune scintille Elle te guidera sur tous ces sentiers
La tinta se corre como ese rímel hoy que la lluvia alcanza estos aviones de papel que lanzo con tanta desesperanza como deseos de que, goteando el recuerdo, no brote a flor de piel Aún no sé si funciona, ¿tú crees que funcione? O quizá la solución empeoró las condiciones hoy la escucho en la lluvia, y su risa maúllan los gatos ¿Le tengo fe o son apariciones? Fantasma recurrente, pasado y presente futuro inconsistente e incierto Mata la incertidumbre, mas la certeza tengo que a palabras y nubes se las lleva el viento El tiempo siempre lo devora todo polvo somos y pólvora seremos quiero aire, no otra bocanada de lodo si mi último baile es solo, no pisaré a nadie, al menos.
Zihnimdeki sesler fazla kulak tırmalar Anlatayım beni sana seni kırmadan Daldım derinlere bak tırsmadan Yalnızlık arsız kapana kısıldım Anlar mısın hiç kafana sığar mı
I just wrote a banger hook for God on this and it could not have been possible without the inspiration of this fine work of artistic vision. Beautiful sound. I'll be in touch in the very near future to discuss business and licensing for a number of beats. Much respect. Raw talent.
Voglio rap, penso alla mia venere Uso vecchie maniere Mani sporche di cenere Ed altro, manco lavorassi in miniere È già da anni che ho fatto Un salto, che mi è sembrato troppo alto Mi muovo di scatto Destra e sinistra poi non capisci un cazzo Come quando faccio il terrone Parlo dialetto a casa, é tradizione Sono il tipo che davanti al portone Ci mette un cartello con la scritta attenzione Porta bucata di camera mia Provavo rabbia verso chiunque, chiunque esso sia Penso sia una follia Lasciare tutto e andare via Come ha fatto papa Che é venuto da solo qua È venuto solo per lavora E per avere un futuro migliore per noi e mamma Ma questa storia é un altra Ora invece ti racconterò un po della mia Quando stavo male con me stesso E la mia testa stava andando via Avevo un corpo vuoto Ora lo ricopro Di vestiti di marca un orologio e una collana d'oro Perche poi tutto quell'odio Mi avrebbe lacerato come una lama con il cuoio Ed é finita proprio Quella vacca di merda Mi ha reso apatico come dentro me ci fosse uno strato di terra Ma non la mia terra Non le mie tradizioni Solo la voglia di picchiare sti quattro coglioni Le andava una sera con uno una sera con un altro Ogni tipo che era ogni sera lo picchiavo Lo disse alla madre, che di un colorito bianco Non poteva credere a quello che avevo fatto Gli racconto di tutto sul mio conto Perse la stima verso di me, come un portafoglio Infatti se ci penso la sensazione é la stessa In uno ho perso soldi e documenti nell'altro la testa Un periodo così buio dopo che é passato mi ha segnato E mi ha lasciato, solo rabbia dentro al mio cuore bruciato Da piccolo papa a volte Mi picchiava forte E io non dormivo la notte Provavo rabbia, lo volevo uccidere Volevo essere il più forte, ero pronto quasi a farlo morire Negli anni son cambiato per fortuna, e la mia storia ancora non é conclusa Ho dato solo una piccola infarinata all'impasto Ci vediamo quando farò uscire il mio album
Vc me dessia que tentava me entender Mas não sei o lq que Q tava na cara Q ce nunca vai me compreender Eu final dessa historia Eu ja sei Mas paguei pra vê Vc tentar provar o contrário Mas de vc nunca surigiu um passo Foi isso que fez Eu nao querer mais ficar do seu lado Que grande amor falso Ah se eu pudesse voltar no passado Baby cê me tirou de otario Nem sei como eu cair no seu laço Ate me surpreende Talvez se naquele tempo Fosse outra mente Tudo podiam ser tão diferente Eu era muito inocente Me apaixonei nesse Seus olhos seduntente
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