Instrumental - What More Can I Say 

This beat is a masterpiece!!! 💯❤️

My favorite beat by "The Black Album"

I never knew this song had a dirty ass bassline I'm hype as hell I came across this

This beat is not produced by Just Blaze this beat was produced by "The Buchanans"

i remember vividly what these streets did to me

This is probably the one song that cements him being the goat

Jay-Z is literally the goat

Juelz killed this on that BLCC mixtape

such a nice instrumental....!

The real accomplishment would be if today's young black males would actually "create" music like this. And create vocals and lyrics that are heroic

So the rings and things you sing about bring em out!!! When he drops the biggie line after addressing the accusations of biting…🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Beat exemplifies Jay....

My fav rap album

wonderful beat

0:13 ✨🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

they were some seriously good lyrics

The Bass go hard lol

This song is equivalent to a player dropping 60 points in an NBA game

Nice 😊

beat is classic

you already know what I'm about. them birds .. won't move . how eye see I see ... fly bet my last.. that the bird won't lose...

They still got a problem houston! 💻🛰🍾

Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained? Is this not why you're here? Uh, uh, huh Turn the music up Turn me down Guru, let's go get 'em again This time it's for the money my nigga Brooklyn stand up There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood Or this pop is hot Or this strong With so many different flows This one's for this song The next one I'll switch up This one will get bit up These fucks To lazy to make up shit They crazy They don't paint pictures They just trace me You know what Soon they forget who they plucked They whole style from And try to reverse the outcome I'm like, cluck I'm not a biter I'm a writer For myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin' up my brother Biggin' up my borough I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough Plus I know my own flow is foolish So the rings and things you sing about Bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth I'm in, new sneakers Deuce seaters A few divas What more can I tell you? Let me spell it for you W-i-double L-I-E Nobody truer than H-O-V And I'm back for more New York's ambassador Prime Minister back to finish my business up What more can I say? What more can I do? I give this all to you I know this much is true My life (Look at my life) (See what I see) What more can I say to you You heard it all You already know what I'm about Flying birds down south Moving wet off the step Purple Rain in the drought Stunting on hoes Brushing off my shirt But ain't nothing on my clothes Except my chain My name Young H-O Pitch the yea faithful Even if they patrol I make payroll Benz paid for Friends they roll Private jets down to Turks and Caicos Chrys' case loads I don't give a shit Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go Bye Without me being fly Fresh to death Head to toe until the day I rest And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups S dots on my feet Makes my cycle complete What more can I say Guru play the beat We gonna let this ride into the hook I'ma snap my fingers on this one What more can I say to you? Get my grown man on Let's go! (What more can I say?) Now you know ass is Willie When they got you in a mag For like half a billi And your ass ain't Lily White That mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly It's both I don't mean to boast But damn if I don't brag Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads The Martha Stewart That's far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student Just had the balls to do it And no I'm not through with it In fact I'm just previewing it This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it One, two and I won't stop abusing it To groupie girls stop false accusing it Back to the music The Maybach roof is translucent Niggas got a problem Houston What up B? They can't shut up me Shut down I Not even P.E. I'ma ride God forgive me for my brash delivery But I remember vividly What these streets did to me So picture me Letting these clowns nit pick at me Paint me like a pickanniny I will literally Kiss Tee-Tee in the forehead Tell her please forgive me Then squeeze until your forehead I'm not the one to score points off In fact I got a joint to knock your points off Young Hova the God nigga blast for me I'm at the Trump International Ask for me I ain't never scared I'm everywhere You ain't never there Nigga why would I ever care? Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here Excluding nobody Look what I embody The soul of a hustler I really ran the street I CEO's mine That marketing plan was me And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times Times that by my influence On pop culture I supposed to be number one on everybody's list We'll see what happens when I no longer exist Fuck this

One of the purest lyricists digging into the name Funhouse, fame, it's phenomenal, F is the grade In a good way, it's for the love of the game Girls breakout in tears while the makeup smudges their face Where did this go wrong, it's a Perry Mason of a case It's scary, but still in a way where kids underage Underrate that's somewhat of a gain For the ones who want their mind in the gutter or the drain Because that's where the rain goes, no escape Guess when we Kurtis Blow, we get the breaks

yesssss!!!!!!!!!!!

All i can say Jay-z Murdered the fuck out of the he isn't animated like Busta Rhymes that shit was sick

There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood or this pop, this hot or this strong With so many different flows, this one's for this song The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked Their whole style from then try to reverse the outcome I'm like, "TAA!" I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others I say a big verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth I'm in, new sneakers, dual-seaters, few divas What more can I tell you? Let me spell it for you (look at my life) W-I, double-L, I-E (look at my life) Nobody truer than H-O-V And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador (see what I see) Prime Minister, back to finish my business up What more can I say? What more can I do? I gave this up to you I know this much is true, true My love (look at my life) What more can I say to you? (See what I see) You heard it all You already know what I'm about, flyin' birds down South Movin' wet off the step, purple rain in a drought Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt But ain't nothin' on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name Young H-O, pitch the yay faithful Even if they patrol, I make payroll Benz paid for, friends they roll Private jets down to Turks and Caicos Cris' caseloads, I don't give a shit Nigga, one life to live, I can't let a day go By without me bein' fly, fresh to death Head to toe 'til the day I rest And I don't wear jerseys, I'm 30-plus Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga, button-ups S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete What more can I say? Guru, play the beat, my nigga (look at my life) Hahaha, woo We gon' let this ride into the hook I'ma snap my fingers on this one What more can I say to you? (See what I see) Get my grown man on Let's go! (What more can I say?) Now you know your ass is Willie when they got you in the mag For like half a billy and your ass ain't lily-White That mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly, it's both I don't mean to boast, but damn, if I don't brag Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass The Martha Stewart that's far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it And no I'm not through with it In fact, I'm just previewin' it This ain't the show, I'm just EQin' it One-two and I won't stop abusin' it To groupie girls stop false accusin' it Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent Niggas got a problem, Houston What up B, they can't shut up me (look at my life) Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride (look at my life) God forgive me for my brash delivery But I remember vividly what these streets did to me (see what I see) So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me Paint me like a pickany I will literally kiss TT in the forehead Tell her, "Please forgive me" then squeeze into your forehead I'm not the one to score points off, in fact I got a joint that'll knock your points off Young Hova the God, nigga, blast for me I'm at the Trump International, ask for me I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere, you ain't never there And nigga, why would I ever care? Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here Excludin' nobody, look what I embody The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I ain't animated like, say, a Busta Rhymes (look at my life) But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines (look at my life) Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times Times that by my influence on pop culture I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list We'll see what happens when I no longer exist Fuck this man

I FINALLY FOUND YOU!

😕I was not in Connecticut during this, year 2003 I was living in Phoenix Arizona and do not know what happened in Connecticut,

Put 'em in line/Cause I'm spittin' words from my mind precise like a nine/With capabilities to build or destroy with the words I deploy/Like a heat seekin' missile/You been misled you luck if this one misses you/I stay strapped when I tapped Misses who/Whoever/Cause women be clever/You be trapped like McGuyver/But who's liver nicer than ya average coniver/Vocubulary abusing you mental military amunition/You frontin', too much television/I be choppin up suckas like Frugal in the kitchen

I stay so very high/Like venus in the sky/I mean my mind be outta here like fast cars/Far out like mars/My car is fast leap through lanes like I ain't hurt by the high price of gas/I'm swift on the streets with the reflexes of an alley cat/They couldn't see me coming, they never figured that/I'm so ruggid but wash up clean like a laundromat/I'm lifted because it's hard being young black and gifted/I smoke knowledge, if it's garbage not interested/Keep my being divine/Don't touch the swine

Fire

never been a younging spittng this good/j coop his name da kid is just hood/a lil bit of pac lil bit of biggie/lil bit of hov lil bit of fifty/lil bit shady lil bit of nas/lil bit of mase u hear it in my bars/ya boy mind is bright compare it to star/no matter where u at im ahead of where u are/im getting in a jet u getting a car/no comparison between you and i/i shoot for the stars u shooting the sky/ im not superman just a man thats super and fly/

the original beat was "how we roll" by canibus

R I P GURU *Great Beat*

I really be something they ain’t ready for, At the pedestal and you all ready know, A better flow don’t exist, He ain’t have money to lease a chick so he squeeze his fist, Rapping till my knees is weak, This ain’t no drake copy cat, that’s that Eazy shit, The fire you hear weezy spit,

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I'm about to do this peace with a 25 peace big band

Politically correct is on the menu.

@Kingjudah74 he was the engineer...buchanans produced it...look at the credits

yup you sholl is right

Yeah.

2017 still hard as Fuck

Classic, what more( cough)(cough)

I mean what can I say my life is so epic/ So u can watch my life on a screen/ Ya know when I used to be on the block hittin that lean/ But that was nonsense(non-cents)/ I am all about green/ Nigga betta catch ya self some insight/ Before that dark alley lead u to that bright light/ My words are like scriptures, so you can read my mind and cite/ Forget it I am looking forward in my life

Think of Kyrie's intelligence, wit, courage, heroism and purpose when you hear music like this. Rap has to elevate to that level of insight and awareness. It is not there yet.

what more can i say i said it all/ya waitin for a star da perfect star to fall/like sam i am/here i am/here i go/there i go/hear my flow/here i flow/heres my flow/theres my flow/steer my flow/no/i cant control it/flippin out im so aroebic/acrobat/smack a cat/imma dog/smack/imma hog/hog da money/give like 10 grand to my honey/da hood got my back/put da hood on top now da hood got my cap/like arnald said i'll be back/like hov said im back/no disruptions not like water i wont be tapped/

biggie had this beat first, i know u heard "keep yo hands high" thats where this came from

which is the 9th Wonder one?

@THEREALMARVALESS phil neil here,is this ur flow 2 da beat?

Gladiator

What more can I say Ive only said enough../My Minds in jail and my flows in handcuffs./ I can only get better with much more time/Iam walking tall with a bulletproof spine/ Iam illmatic with no reasonable doubt.../fly as ever as my wings continue to sprout../you scouts know what the hell iam bout.../Only nigga that can flow this wet in a 4 year drought.../ Top gun M.C....Tom Cruising through the industry.../ Simoustanlously Ramboing all my enemies.....

Tracey Lee feat Biggie took me here

the best lyricist spitting venomous lyrics sensitive competition frenemies oppositions lyrically COMPOSITIONS divine intervention visions Einstein inventions Shakespeare vengeance demolition for rappers an any critics criticism just raises my.adrenaline praying for forgiveness demons want exorcism freedom from religion I'm a poet outspoken filled with emotion an firing boiling Taurus with flaming hornets

This track wasn't produced by Just Blaze it was produced by Guru.

young street prophet, these streets taught a nigga how to profit, now im addicted cus da clientlel addicted i cant stop it, how bout it, somebody need call in an intervention, but the family aint trippin cus i got more money then pops and grandads pension, put together might i mention,im on my way to a 10 blunt session, the cherry brite red i smoke wit agression, im confident that only lessens the pain felt in life thats a lesson, to end it ask yaself the most important question. cus only u know

This was inspired by Tracee Lee & Notorious BIG

I got no feelins these people know im the realest Im a Cleveland Browns Boy, But igotta love the Steelers Only obstacle I see when i rap, Is in the mirror These rookies want a shot at the greatest? well go figure( i know) He 16 somethin like a young jigga, with a lil bit a nas and biggie smalls when i spit it Just adding up my verses can multiply all my digits, For the ones that i see hating, Im practiced some long division Its a vision that i have to keep a chic thats really bad ..

0:55

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Sampled from MFSB - Something For Nothing And as the title says, nothing was changed to be honest :)

go hard while i harda// barge in freestyle session// and start spittin like its no 2morra// hurt feelins on some fuckit shit// ya boy on some otha shit// prizun citee homey check da zip// lil sparta da spot u want no parts of// 300 nigga fuck it who want it nigga// wont budge 2 no opposition// its 2 much pride// in this heart that i live wit

@obeymbs412 16 actually

Idk if can cook crack But the stir fry go crazy w the bamboo Just a prissy girl who grew up on Hov And wanted to be the man too And if a nigga get offended by that He would never be my damn boo Love em w testerone muscles And a jaw that show he can chew How I feel about dimples prolly how they feel about my damn boobs If you do the math the ratio of felatio You to me is sand to lube You’ll know how I never worried about a seat at the table If you ever tasted my grams food Most lack flavor but Me the originator I’m providing the sauce Cool as a refrigerator

You don't say?!

u made some simple but Deep shit

Did he use a sample for this?

i mean wat more can i say i said it all/102291 a star was born/out my mothers wound da mic was torn/now im tellin ya my story so listen up/i need rosay to feel my cup/life is full of skills not luck/sometimes i could give to fucks/about wat a hater think/cuz wen dey see my first hit they be da fisrt to click my link/i got my pad and ink written down more shit/im an unknown lyrics/i got jerz on my back i know dey hearin dis/my drive is to conqer dis rap shit im steerin it/g mackin/he slackin/

MFSB "Something for nothing" ...is the original track from Gamble and Huff. Link below. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-wJ3nGo0EZ_4.html

I don't need to say a thing, my rhymes speak for themself// First to retire from youtube, put the CPU on the shelf// Just kidding, can't leave you alone, it's what I do// In vision, I be on the throne, so I gotta see it through// But I'm not selfish, the kingdom belongs to my crew// Blacks, Whites, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans and Jews// 2 of every kind, like Noah back in the day// And with that.....I have nothing more to say//

wasnt this produced by just blaze?

f yaa - my rapping is never lame i drops heavy on instrumentals ya best to know the the name its ill strategic, joey young, doing this for fun illegimate - in otherwords a bastard son of a gun what more can i say, i got much more to come straight out of nottingham city spittin arrows like robin hood I aint no wannabe, no sirrey, im never that I am - rocking a pharoah pose like my name was nas

Just Blazeeeee

i was replying to im2chicago

where's the damn song?

wasnt this produce by THE BUCHANANS

who?

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to much debatin on everyones rhymin, don't you hate when a hater gotta chime in// don't need your two cents, and don't care who's next, i'm in my own league// no cheese, no cameras, no g's, no hammers// what you lookin for, you lookin sore, like Ewing in the finals// you just can't be the one, the idol// that's me, that's the heater, and i know this right here is a keeper// only cause its cheaper, and this mines, don't need a feature//

Insert wack freestyle here.......

31 haters in here yall

if you dont like my style then you can kiss my ass that was a bit cliche but i will never fade to black youtube or studio wherever i lay this rap ya better know hip hops my home and thats where i laid my hat say what you say but you can never take it back i paved my path ghostwriting just to make some cash because ya dont know about britain sleeping on UK rap but after you read this verse you besta have a stack

You obviously can't rap....cos you would know, that some youtube 'wannabe' rappers are actually quite good and have potential. Practice makes perfect. Plus it helps release stress, If i didn't rap, I

Stop posting your lyrics on every instrumental you lame RU-vid wannabe rappers.

Jesus!! Why most every rhyme you guys write have the word "niggaz", "shit" and "money".

@THEREALMARVALESS phil neil here,is this ur flow 2 da beat?

what more can i say i said it all/ya waitin for a star da perfect star to fall/like sam i am/here i am/here i go/there i go/hear my flow/here i flow/heres my flow/theres my flow/steer my flow/no/i cant control it/flippin out im so aroebic/acrobat/smack a cat/imma dog/smack/imma hog/hog da money/give like 10 grand to my honey/da hood got my back/put da hood on top now da hood got my cap/like arnald said i'll be back/like hov said im back/no disruptions not like water i wont be tapped/LIL DARIN