Couple felonies, few misdemeanors, had to wash it, took my life to cleaners, was lost and low til I hit my Zenith, now in life nothing comes between us, thoughts as far out as Venus, mad boulevards seen these timbs, built with many men, different dictions, you know the hood, many missions, vices, addictions, musical chairs from the streets to prisons, now instead of instincts I use intuition, athletic, trained to go the distance, tapped into my mind, my heart and common sense, end results freedom and mad accomplishments, Victory taste sweet from these goblets, give you art and suspense, keep going my guy, finish the mission we all heaven sent!
This instrumental is incredible to listen to on it's own but than theirs even a better version with Finesse rapping over it. Lord Finesse is probably the best producer on the mic.
tout le crew du DITC ! Terrible c'est vrai , idem pour moi . Mes sons de l'époque quand les autres écoutaient de la merde et même a 43 piges je persévère . Les putains de classiques ! Je me devais de réagir à ton com ! A croire que peu de français "connaissent" les vrais et bons sons et les vraies prods de l'époque . Les anciens mec ! Aujourd'hui et de partout c'est affligeant de médiocrité . Peace amigo !
nawwh bro this just makes me sad bc it reminds me of my high school days around 2018 when mac passed and i found out his stuff along with other hip hop and now i'm busy as hell 😂
(Logic’s YS I Verse) Various women im swimmin just like a shark tear the P**** apart, Shorty it’s on after dark uh, Step to the mic now I got cha call me Young Sinatra, The flow is prominent hella dominate on time wit it. I fr don’t feel like doing the whole verse But this beat just started making me think about YS I
You know what?) (You know what?) I'm hip to the game (right) I'll always be the same (true) Cause whether I'm broke or got fame Sunshine or rain Ain't a damn thing changed Finesse fell off, that's what some figure You better see Mary Blige and get the 411, nigga I rock rappers frequently I'm like Stevie Wonder, I can't see a brother beatin me want to throw joints? You get spanked, fella want to talk dough? I'm seein more cash than a bank teller want to talk girls, you can't follow this I been through more skins than the average dermatologist I'm no joke on a fast or slow tip Pockets stay so thick, be on some down-low shit I turn MC's red fast I never sell out, fuck that, yo, I'm dead ass I'm on it like TNT When it comes to this, ain't another brother seein me That's why opponents always get scared Cause I make brothers go, "Hey yo, that's that shit there!" Brothers better lounge when I pass through town (You better recognize) Don't know? Better ask around Word life, I'm not a new figure They say good things come to those who wait - I'm overdue, nigga I lounge and rock tunes The way I be savin the day, give me a cape and a costume But no, it's not Batman, it's the original blackman That goes back like the Gap Band I don't run scams, got dumb fans Yo, I'm one man that's quick to toast a nigga like a sun tan People wondered would I rock again? Shit, rap without Finesse is like life without oxygen It's no quiz, I get biz, you know what the deal is Rap ain't shit if it ain't real, kid Can't a rapper outplay me (Do your thing, kid) Word life, no doubt, baby I don't stutter, I'm so butter, like no other Word, I'm that funky type of soul brother I get stupid, but I'm dumb
I will never Fake/ (Why)/ Because It's how I am/ (What)/ Anya talking smack but/ If I end up skint, through thick and thin/ and in the harshest heat and wind/ E will never change. Co-written by Anya and me
(Never'll fake) (A Lord Finesse parody) Written by: Queen Of Mayhem Musical composition created in FL Studios by: Queen Of Mayhem Recorded in: (Remains to be seen) (Chorus) I will never change (Why?) I not looking for fame (Huh?) Cause it doesn't matter If I'm broke or got some fame forced to sleep outside in the rain I'll never'll fake (Repeat once) (Verse one) The best fell off? Who started this rumour? Cause when I find them they're headache will turn into a bad tumour I make raps frequently, I'm like Stevie Wonder cause I can't see myself being fake before killing myself in the Atlantic sea You wanna toss bars I light you up you'll feel like your on mars If you wanna talk car's? Well I only got what I need for me If you wanna talk your girls then I won't follow this shit Cause I know you ain't seen more skin's then the nearest Gynecologist When I flow it ain't no joke My soul been inbuded then the words I grow yo and my hearts in everything that I told I can take on these mainstream pop rap artist's real fast Cause I never sold out now fuck that They want to make cash that won't last fast I can make like EA Cause when it comes to it you all will no I don't care or listening to any of you in L.A. I make rhymes that can make your government scared they say that they don't but agent orange sent his service here so HE IS scared (Chorus) I will never change (Why?) I not looking for fame (Huh?) Cause it doesn't matter If I'm broke or got some fame forced to sleep outside in the rain I'll never'll fake (Repeat once) (Verse 2) The fakers better disappear with Drake when I come in town (Don't know who she is?) Then be smart and ask around Word to my life I ain't with a hood nigga My fam said "Good things comes to those who can wait" well I'm overdue nigga I pitch lyrics and make fly tunes See how I'm saving the rap game I should be in a cape in a costume See no I'm not that fat man I'm the woman who loves that Gwinn who can hang with the Spider-Man I do not abuse fam Cause I can I never do anything but play my instruments before the Trojan And these fans wanna know when I kick these beats again? Shit Rap without me Is just Pop music with rhyming lyrics and shit I'm okay in the biz I do they the real dids and I always make the fakes do a bid kid Could the chridren out rhyme me? If it happens it's because they lyrics they spit are rented fakies (Chorus) I will never change (Why?) I not looking for fame (Huh?) Cause it doesn't matter If I'm broke or got some fame forced to sleep outside in the rain I'll never'll fake (Repeat once) (Verse Three) My flows been buttered cause it's smooth like no other This girl sounds like Stevie Wonder and the chorus brothers You know it ain't wise to not think guys Cause I can rock a custom beat from night until sunrise You can't outspit the hip hip savior Cause she guard's it with her life and her very own Tavior Look I got the good rep and got Nashville styles Monasteries failed to cop yet So how long I've been making raps? Since 09 when I was nearing ten in November after my granny past Plus I've been making the Beats nigga Since nineteen It might be hard to believe but I can be the next big figure (Chorus) I will never change (Why?) I not looking for fame (Huh?) Cause it doesn't matter If I'm broke or got some fame forced to sleep outside in the rain I'll never'll fake (Repeat once) Thank you Lord Finesse Rest In Peace Mac Miller Thanks for all the music Logic
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