One of my TM’s favorite beats there’s like 4 different fragments from different pieces he sampled, this man is a slept on genius salute to True Master 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽🫡🫡🫡🫡🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Who says i dont feel the beat? I love all Meth and Wu-Tang, i don't mean to hate, some people write incredible shit but its on RU-vid comments. Come on man, if you can spit then put it on wax, shit on radio needs to be stomped. We need new artists and i think we should encourage people to do so by using RU-vid as a platform to get you recognized. Not in the comments but in videos. I came in peace and i will leave so as well. Have a nice day.
Before I read liner notes I was ignorant to the growth of the wu sound...wasn't til silent weapons I went back and said damn that's a Killa army beat like a mf
Growth bro...can't stay the same forever...that means you never evolved...mean to me it still have that gritty sound just more upgraded during that time from the early 90's
These new niggas is fashion. Industry is crashin'. Rap is all marketing. What happened to the passion? What happened real MCs in the booth smashin'? These niggas trash, and, on Instagram clashin'. What's beef? When I come and knock out your teeth. In front of your team and they stay in their seats. Fuck the rhymes and the beats, there's blood in the streets. The rubber hits the road, right where the end meets. But we keep it on the mic cuz we're all about peace. Until you see me on your block in a Blacked out Caprice. Lights out. Windows rolled halfway down. Look around. then see the barrel of the 4 pound. [laughter] "Ol' looking ass nigga. You're safe. This time."
Brothers wanna bend it like Beckham, but I dunk it like Kobe Props to the legend, he came and won/Wan it like Kenobi Play tricks, slip and slide, and get things swung like Tobey Proceed to cut homies like nunchucks in Shinobi Now you wonder why I used the word “like” so many times That’s the same thing you’d like just to boost your petty life as a socialite, but a mind of your kind probably isn’t that bright You’d have to shine a torch on them just to get some light Wake up in the morning every night just to shut your eyes Still recovering from the time that you got so piped that it got you thinking for a moment you could charm some mice with that long bong you held in your hand, which you THOUGHT was a pipe Okay, God produced plants from the vine but that doesn’t mean it has to be used all the time as a narcotic, alright? Right? Is it really worth it putting that kind of poison in your life just because Marley saw the sight of it? There are 118 compounds inside the spliffs you smoke and each one of them has a different stroke Yet you don’t think about this when you tote your little poles Too busy rolling your Dutches the same size as profiteroles And just because you saw Snoop Dogg hit the ‘dro in one of his explicit shows and his music videos You wanna do it just like him - really, though You might as well dress like Cheech and Chong and speak the Mexican lingo or sit in the room and drawl like Ox in the film Belly “Hol’ on, hol’ on - wat fi you rasclaat finna tell me? Wagwan! What’m? Whatdididi bloodclaat?! Why yu go in me laundry basket and put mud inna me socks?” You know it doesn’t fit you. Never did, never will just like 50 Cent wearing Speedo’s and a heron’s bill Going around in circles like a Ferris wheel And it is said that birds of a feather flock together, for real
I'm lyrically spittin, I'm lyrically killin/ Master of these bars, I'm the deadliest villian/ I'll show you what I envision like a psychic religion/ I ain't makin' a cent, I'm not after a billion
Beats is my killing fields I'm billing bills to my neighborhoods tenants Would reply ruthlessly to a diss that's if this haters would send it Long two bars, thanks for the waiting Put some Inositol to my grams for the saving That's for my hustlers, roll the most perfect joint Got life in this world according to the verdicts point Of view, who could of thought about this All the block houses Nasty, dope house, cruddy decor Dogded a bullet thanks to a vest that I luckily wore Check the wordplay my verses like crossword puzzles Your life if you fuck with me my Mosberg guzzles Trying to be creative man, hated cans Rather use my hands or the same sling shot that David slang Dropping giants, in the block we copping clients Killing niggas leaving no traces we shocking science
Puff'n on the blunt till I'm cough'n out my guts, runnin to my hut so I don't get cut, see them kids that wanna front tho they should keep there mouths they should keep shut, it is peace that I want but I ain't down to get punked, constantly livin a variety of life styles, constantly smoke tree so my homie mom no longer know me, got my lyrics on lock still make sure not only the flow key, wording in a hurry to be givin the title of night fury, turnin into a monster thoughts might b curving
Don't you think people should be able to express themselves in an art form as opposed too conforming to societies rules and conventions? I mean, you're telling people to stop, when they might actually have a talent that could be developed and cultivated. People like you, who tell others to stop trying are why the world is full of great artists who don't do anything about their talent because they've had doubt reinforced in their minds.
im in the cold caverns, kickn with the sold slaves, holding on the throne, i only know its the old way, shadow follow me, my blood thick, i cut lips swallow and bleed,until the veins pop and puddle between . ya eyelids. this is muddled and mean, inspired violence
staying posted with the homies, real ones i kick it with smoking dank weed. image if all the 90s rappers never died, the society would know the real meaning of having a great time. just rapping about drugs, claming you a thug, then a 3 piece comes at you and now you got fucked up. check me out... 2k all the way, born in the north but wanna die in califorN,I,A bumping oldes out my window, fuck with family you will see my double barrel...
i hope you realize you just told everyone to record onto vinyl by saying put it on wax. its the digital age, as you know since you're either on your phone or computer right now haha
bout to get da bound bell bow. pow round nigga rowding, how do you queue?when sound is surroundng im the father of this founding baseline, pouting these bitches hounding me crowning me king, loud as can be.
In the study of Artistry.: I just gonna say any one who knows politics, know it's not honest to lie, B.U.T. what is ah' true-lie, politics of aristry, well om, it's ah' artist getten away with creative control B.4. knowing the ruil's to rules, did you know that the freedom of speech's are stated in the Four a Freedoms as well as the Bill of Rights I'm just saying whatever any of us decide to be we are what we are and will only be ah' citizen, salivillian, student, or criminal. lets get our position on : then everything when back to normal, regular, usual....etc... BountyBiznce/Bondg'e'Builder/K.B. power of the trinity.: Honesty is the brst policy.: We make a living off of honest'men.:
What ever happened to rap? Now it seem like crap. But then again, it's always been. Kinda like a mad man who thinks his been free but really in the looney bin. Yeah, that's what this is. We think rappers are real "niggahz" for representing the streets and it's killin. But really we are all villains, to this so called "rap" You say that you a real mc but you talk about grabbin tha Mac. You see, this doesn't make sense as rap stands for Rhythm And Poetry, Where's the poet, oh wait, on tha corner slangin rock for the streets No we need to rap about peace About god, about unity. And about all the good stuff, not telling kids to get the bitches and to roll blunts. Matter fact we shouldn't even cuss, but I'm keep it on in this song to adress what's dangerous. And no, this ain't to bump. This is strictly for your ears to input in your brain yup.
