This Is an example of you dont need thousands of percussions here and there, and tens of instruments to make your beat sound sick. man killed it with just drums and a piano and a melody.
Good news. Maybe you're not rappers and that's okay. However, you are freestylers. We freestyle everyday, whenever we have unexpected verbal interactions with others. Give it a try. You might discover you're far more talented than you believe. Won't lose anything by trying, but so much can be at stake if you don't try. Peace and Blessings.
It's amazing what you can make out of two one-second-long samples, four piano keys and heavy percussion. It's simple and to-the-point, but yet it's still hard-hitting. Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to be that way, and this is one of those times. Hell, the beat didn't even have bass in it.
Hip hop has always had pop and hardcore rappers and groups. Even LL has Pop songs; I need love, etc. But they're still dope. Good rap is good rap and bad rap is just... Bad.
for the past few days now ive had this beat on repeat, i freestyled to it, however i just let it play, this beat is slowly becoming my fave beat of all time
I put it down 4 da crown like big poppa/9-5 shit..spittin like a rim rocker/Tony k legendary like John cochran/I'm o.j. wit da murder that I spit proper/now give me back my shit,let's get da party poppin/body shots 2 ya frame like Bernard hopkins/I got stones on my hand like ya boy Duran/take a peek nice n slow like a usher fan/it's all eyes on me like the summer jam/a outcast,wit da big boys breakin rules/I told these fools I murder ink(inc)like Ja rule/u Betta get it thru ya head like shampoo/and my condition ER wen I'm in da booth
In my hood, I stay away from funny Volvos with antennas. As a beef setteler, I got 38. revolvers and Berettas. AND etcetera, you dont wanna mess with the local gunrunner. My mobile 's got antisocial phone numbers, fit for massacres. So when I dial up a plumber, I dont have a can with ruptures. I only got a plan involving abductions and illegal substances. The key thing now is to lay of the map, grow eyes on my back. And cop more Heaters 'fore I'd a get Iced with my own Mac.
ayo this beat already older than half my age first I laid it to rest comeback and piss on its grave im giving out flames when ever a beat on wack rappers narcoleptic just somethin to sleep on handin out shots mustve been bartendin blowin up proverbial spots when bars spittin probably think I own a lot how many cars driven tryin act hard you get scars stitches playin with a full deck ya got cards missin Hope yall isnt snitchin as a auxulliary We have to put ya lites out no utilities
This is the type shit you listenin too on a late night when u loadin up ya pistol while drivin around lookin for the nigga u bout to hit da fuck up kinda shit
2010 el regreso de los monstruos Caras de malos en los rostros Yo, Zatu vuelve a este terreno y dice Sueno como un trueno Te parto el tendón Si yo digo Zatu, tu dices Acción Yo, somos algunos hombres buenos Tesoros y Caras B es acero, no es polietileno Cuando este rollo se respeta Estoy rapeando al micro inventándome la letra Tu dime quién te cronometra A tu mierda de Street Album en mi calle lo llaman maqueta No es el estilo metralleta Soy el martillo, raperos con sus putos estilillos Quieren cuadrarte una canción y a duras penas Ese cabrón puede cuadrarte un estribillo Yo, yo tengo un nombre en el mundillo Búscame en el hotel, sigue las voces del pasillo Si ahora reniegas del abuelo ¿por que llamas a mi agencia pa hacernos de telonero? ------SFDK------
I plead the Fifth Amendment, while I have my Gat assembled. I'm about to let you see, Chrome in three dimensions. I'm into Falconry shit, I'm eating with my Eagle. Destroy the weak an' feeble, morality I missed. Here on Earth, slugs got born to get you killed. It's a tragedy, when bullets died up in a vest. Headshots wont son, fatality dismissed. Yes Sir I know, anatomy's a bitch! With the angry me I live, the soft me 's pissed since Troublesome'96.
I could see Wu Tang on this shit. It just seems like a Wu Tang beat. When I listen to this beat I just think of a dark, stormy night in NYC in the middle of an alley.
I was Born and raised down in South ko. Flying east side to west side end up In West o. Talking shit? Come after me. Don’t be scared, Ill be hanging with my ak. Okay my Baby will sway away. Night when I rolled up on the street I heard gun shot busting loud, its a killing streak, I had to run faster than usain. im going insane, let’s drop couple grenades. Running like the renegade. Just wildin out I got the bullet passing through the door Fosho, let me tell my foes how I lay low, I got lines of five o’s fighting me toe to toe. This is my battle , taking shots of Hennessy bottles What’s the matter of building dirty stacks, I feel so whack, I’m getting broke, my pockets turning swole, my shit getting soaked, dig myself rock bottom. I’m having a major fucking problem. Slanging thc got me feeling crazy, silly naughty baby memory got me sleezy. Pop off the bottles, looking at young kids like I’m the next plug model. What’s the point of building up what I had when the life just falls back down to my head. Cops think I’m a menace to this society, Okay At least I’m not like lil yatchy pulling a fake I d. You better believe me, I can have whole crew showing up on your street. You don’t want beef with me? I could be hard, I could pull a card from living in stony brook Boulevard. I got my neighbor homie taking shot Of Bacardi, end up packing his 12 gauge shotty, Dear shorty, you don’t even know me, I can pull up next your soul, let my anger finish you. Crack the neck, slit the niggas back, stomp on his head. I came from long way from ground to build what I had. Then people look at me like I’m doing better than them. Shit makes me laugh, I ain’t dead, until god don’t support me with that bread. Give me a break, Sometime I wanna hide and give zero fucks. Pull out of the slug and get my drugs, this ain’t no luck, baby please this ain’t about us.
