This is just a remake, not 100% but I saw that no one had made one so I did. Like and Subscribe show me some love! FREE DOWNLOAD: www.mediafire.com/?ag01pehiylm... FACEBOOK PAGE - / swvgmeout
hey man this takes a perfect beat and somehow makes it even better. I appreciate what you're doing, tryna make it like the rest of us. Keep the shit up, and i promise good things are on your way. The world needs more talented people like u
Love love love this song.. sounds like a B side to Montara.. rocks 4-Eva. ❤️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ in order to create beautiful music you don't need lyrics.. the background music is wonderful to make a simple music masterpiece
All alliteration aside, it's for fun fool. With no consideration we write, like "Tss, one, two." 'N none uh you chumps thumbin' him up has done it, hmm? What're you linkin' to the loops? Lyrics appearing moot? We move around the tune like a hoola-hoop acoustically. And usually connect it to the past "Bm, tss, one, two, three." It's cool to see patterns influence a mad congruence. Don't be truant, be pursuant of unusual influence. It's likely life, or death when you're stivin' for the best kid. Rightly blessed, but try to see the irony invested. If it doesn't flow, that doesn't show; I might be less impressive. It goes to show you blokes coincidedly digress wits. I confess it's; likely I'm immense with pretentious bits of immolation self-inflicted. The trick is this; if it's efficient, let the bitch in. 'cause the mission isn't christened in the diligence of sin, the innocence of men, or the dissonance therein. It's heaven-sent, and on the rent it's listed as it's been for millennias. I'm tellin' ya, it's written with a pen. In a melody unveiled in the belly of a hymn.
In all honesty, it's for our enjoyment, Testaments sourced that make conformance, Performing and expressing ideas that soar man, Doors into our minds where you'll find our true essence, Stories that confide in our cursings and blessings, Dense rhymes dressed with expressions and wishes, Full of bliss times and ones with depression, Lifes a story and rapping is a self-reflection, Give it your best man, it's a painting, Sayings that communicate and state things, fitting into bars and rhymes that create new leaves, A story that makes people conceives new things, In all honesty, it's like a big story In all honesty, it's like a big story
Why dont you like me Why dont you like me Why dont you like me Why dont you like me Most people wanna fight me cuz im the kid that gives them fear Even though im well rounded like a sphere This is the premier of something great I just gotta wait i know this is my fate It wont be late I be snappin off on every track from the first to the last I will remain unsurpassed This is my craft Beacause they trash This music spread like a rash When you got problems let me ask you who do you go to They mad I got em tied up like a hairdo this art is something like kungfu And these dreams im going to pursue Cookin these bous lecor lon bleu Never gonna stop everytime is juss like i debut Science wanna study me i am a breakthrough Letvitate through all the hate Got people tellin me everyday to stop but never not even when i get to the top Damnnn Mot even when i get to the top No one ever gonna take my spot Im gonna ride legends neva die So even if i pass away Ill come back reancarnated domething bigger than doctor dre You just gotta belive in me I got one person that do She the best of her kind Always stay on her grind Like a goddess and perfection combined The type to make my vison blind Oh man the way she shine Got me manipulated So bad shes greatly hated Shes gods donation Her value theres no estimation My girl This lady Sje curve every dude so they think she shady But she dont really like them She ain't affected by the fame Damn shes one of a kind no ones ever been made the same yo why dont you like me why dont you like me why dont you like me is it beacuse i have the baddest chick or cuz im a star athlete or maybe its because i can flow circles round you like its a track meet lastly this message goes out to any label tryna sign me i will truly be a gift to your buisness check the mixtape its called ambitions hybrid boy why dont you like me why why why why dont you like me get like me or get right G
Она была той самой улыбкой От которой сходили с ума миллионы Миллиарды, триллионы сердец Простая девчонка из Бутова С обычным лицом "подмосковья" Ищет любовь в вагонах метро В магазинах из Приднестровья Кто же ты, где же ты Почему так далеко от меня Ни письма, ни звонка Хотя мама сказала, что я Обязательно встречу тебя Припев: Хоть бы ты был на тралике И в заношенном Адике С проездным на поезду ко мне А обратно никак и мы в падике Она была той самой улыбкой От которой даже грустные дни Становились летом и холод тонул В цементных плитках Простая девчонка с кудряшками Не курит, но пьёт не по праздникам Под мышкой пакеты с подарками Для самых близких друзей-одноклассников Но нет среди них того самого Кому можно даже сердечко отдать за улыбку А дальше за плитку шоколада или открытку
Did a little somethin somethin cause i like the beat so much. Still early in recording of all kinds but any comments or whatever helps me out thanks. /watch?v=gOzhCfBfPjU&feature=youtu.be
to remain righteous, is priceless/ i'm the nicest, on these lyrical devices, with a flow that entices my people to open their eyelids/ don't you know the real isis?/ no, you know how bright your ice is/ or how cheap them pies is/ why you take that route?/ don't you know their sole purpose is to take us out/ i'll take that bout, i'm nat turner with the burner/ the fuckin truth like sojourner/ i just hope one day, our souls will learn ta/ rise up, im just here to open your eyes up/ im outta this world, on the next ufo that flies up/ currently im tied up, but i gotta righteous mind/ just to fight this crime/ so when i hear the beat i just gotta type this rhyme/ and hope i get a thumbs up/ like i want this ride/ i just flaunt my pride, in being melanated, we hella hated/ me and stella dated, im just tryna get my groove back, with smooth raps/ i refuse to be a dude who lose track/ of my history, always know where my pistol be/ in case they try and cripple me/ you know me,a badass like Joey/ a badass like Kobe, a low key shinobi/ stay way from the Kim's and Khloe's/ although we, all equal, my queen is my people/ i don't like their kind, i don't like their mind/ all i'm tryna do wit them is bump and grind/ in the meantime, hope i can find/ a sista in my likeness, with a righteous mind.
I never thought I’d grow to be the one, The middle son, telling all about my life and how low and lonely I’d become It wasn’t fun, after all the money and the drugs Wouldn’t keep up with a buzz, And all my family struggles showed me that I couldn’t love As I get a little older, wiser, and my wisdom Shows it’s just the system, and they categorize us into different percentages Which one you wanna end up in?
its hard to love with a sinful heart. we all want to believe we have a righteous mind. but until we seek GOD its all in vain. theres only one way to GOD and thats Through JESUS. Who gave a ransom so that death couldnt hold you. he payed your debt for sin Bro. He will change your heart and make you new again if you let Him. Just like the Bible says: "Behold all things are made new" and thats to those who are in CHRIST.
Melodies of better days as I meditate, The amount of beasts I meet in battle, I’m an animal and a wraith, Blow out the candle in your face, And I can’t be all good when you all know I’m so great.
This Shit is so depressin, yeah i learn my lessons, But no answers to these questions, so its got me second guessin, Comin fully loaded like a weapon, they gone feel it when i step in, cos im pumpin lead and i aint talkin zepplin, Better watch where ya steppin, H U double D im reppin, In a race at my own pace, all mother fuckers late cos you slept in, Comin for ya lady and her bestfreind, The game aint been the same since i checked in, I dont need protection, chillin in my section, Chillin with the bredrins, for any man thats testin, Countin all my blessins and breakin all my curses, Spittin it in verses that be Holier than the churches, Now Feelin so nervous while im searchin for my purpose, So im Ready for a versus leave ya career up in them hearses Ima a force of nature baby i was never nurtured, All these devils in disguise i keep away from all the serpeants Like a heater seeker bet you feel me through ya speaker, Feelin like im wiz khalifa when im smokin on the reefer, Set it off like queen latifah baby i dont need a feature, Spittin gospel like a preacher countin paper like a teacher Yeah its funny isnt it, how i dont give a shit, Still i stay gettin lit, she swallowin my little kids, Im comin for you little shits, thinkin that your innocent, i aint passing judgement no, but its the day of reconin Hold up im just steppin in, let the beat just settle in, The king is back baby tell a friend to go and tell a friend, gettin higher spittin fire im the one the reccomend, Think i caught the holy spirit way im feelin heaven sent
i made a rap for school on it thx man!! this beat goes soooo hard (i was really dead from last night drinking so there are some fuckups, but hope you like it lol)
Cuz that just some light/ No need to get hyped/ Throw hands wanna fight/ Step to the stage and get verbally striked/ With words produced through the mike/
Living life in the way of a king, feel like Martin Luther or Freddy Krueger I gotta dream, And I gotta give it to the people (people), Ain’t gotta sell my soul to witness all the evil, I’m fucking evil kanevil I’m doing all my own stunts, Smoking on my own runts, Kicking on my own punts,
Nd drinkin some pints, Before people fuck up their minds, Of the evil, Shi we could go back to the mid evil times, Cuz you kno im tryna rhyme Shi, it hit me so hard i felt it in my spine (Im still a beginner xD)
we kickin on until all hours of dawn we kickin on until we cannot go on we havin a break from the system we never lazy tho, dont get it twisted we kickin on to see whoever would fold we kickin on cus the devils will show sooner or later were back to grinding its anyones demise, now more rhyming
I ain’t tryna learn what lifeless is So it’s time to learn what life with less is Life lessons, either count it as a blessing Or add to the stressing, stay fresh and Sure of the mission, never second guessing Always had the vision, time to multiply Then division, make incisions with precision Of a surgeon, merging styles, work until I’m burnt out They call him Chief, he can’t seem to put the blunt down
(hook) open the door, lookin for more. how to transform, shatter the norm. you're misinformed, life takes all forms. please don't ignore cause you've been warned. (verse) yo when ya here this flow, you know. that times become critical, so you go. back to ya roots, in search of the truth. all you finds uncouth, you knew. you'd do what you had too, on a cue. cloudy head hazy view, vast power inside of you. a force to be rekon, means none should be messin, never be stressin, learn ya lesson. cause im testin the durability of this track full on attack, never lookin back. only forward, hop-in these borders. transporter, explorer of disorder all this mortar, but nothin set in stone. till you set the tone, these skills i try to hone. like a razor to a whetstone. south to north and back and forth.
It's retarded it all started with a wench on a park bench legs parted guarded her body well you could hardly tell i hit it every time i hit up her cell and gave her a new cell// Cause she new i was righteous the type to rip up the mic and ignite this the crowds face was priceless rhymes colder than Isis with the niceness of canada get swept up like a janitor tannin ya handin a verse to disperse into the camera// after some head we headed to the show for me to rock yeah i said it Recorded dope cuts like a sword did cause i sorted lines adjacent complacent underground like the basment sound pacin mind racin designed chasin youre behind my bars like a crime placin you in prison with division no revision because your mistake was your decision now youre inside like an incision i need the righteous minds to come and listen//
My mind has grown/Truthfullywhen i speak it showns/ But the world is gonna fall/ With all these fickles on there iPhone/While the evil grinning/ Im struggling/Pen on the pad,/Makes it simmer down,/ I aint stopping my poetry now/There writing is primitive/Its all repetative /My shit is evident 13 writing till the break of dawn/So listen/Acting all precious/ I Aint getting nothing for christmas/tryna get Microphone/ Sound Authentic/Spit aspestos/ Like the all the shit in the wall/Call the tenent/He repenting his drug addiction/Im tryna get it/ But no one standing by my side/Lonely i do think of suicide/But the u and i cant reach the sky/ I hope and i strive/Mentally i keep it righteous
yo check it, im all about that groove and i, find the rhythm, when im in that mood i can fly with pidgeons, is it real or is just another rhyming gimmick, will i find a vision and try to stick it, is my life a mission its a ride maybe im an alien, but like when did i buy the ticket? and it's all, just a short lived illusion, i spit in the void deadset, took of my virtual reality headset cause im like rick playing roy this life isn't real,
what happened to the days when people would post their rhymes in the comments just because? I feel like nowadays brothas just be looking approval... bring back the experimental community!! #freebars #miami #whiteboyborninthe90s #genfuckatiktok
