Song:The Message Artist:Nas Album:It Was Written Year:1994 Hey ya'll! I'm back with a bang fellaz. Let's reminisce the old school hip hop! NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
The 90s were the golden era of hiphop, when it reached the peak / climax. Nowadays, corporations have hijacked it into corporate rap. True Hiphop is a culture of expression of he streets, blacks, latinos, chinese, it's colourless, but in truth hiphop is a level of Consciousness and not about race or colour. There still quality independent hiphop music in the underground, you just have to dig deep.
The young individuals who saying this sounds like lucid dreams... this is orginally Nas joint. One of the illest tracks with a story telling message that's why it's called the "message". Most songs these young artists come out with today is sampled by 90s or early 2000s. beats like this was samples back from the 70s or 80s to 60s even to classical music it's an effect that's been going on for years only difference is the lyircs nowadays and the message behind it... and the autotune. do your research on the pioneers that paid homage to the game the ones that paved the way with real lyricsim and stories. But r.i.p to juice world but to young up coming artist not about the money and the fame carry on tradition.
@@ripped181 ok so it was sampled off someone's else and it's not the original. Either way make a good use of a beat. Like I said most songs and Melody's are samples thank you for clarifying and showing your age. You are most appreciate it. 👍
No it's nas' song. This is a section of stings song looped with added bass, drums, violins and effects. Clearly you're bitter over a great artist being sampled by another great artist
+vildeeo nah he sampled a small section with more parts added in to make it its own original song. If JACKOTACO likes the sting original then that's fine but doesn't mean he gets to dictate who owns the song and who gets credited.
JACKOTACO Every singer, rock star, country artist, jazz musician, pop star, and rapper/Hip Hop artist has sampled from someone before. So stop bitching about a sample!
No hay pa' qué preocuparse, que hay que levantarse temprano Hay hermanos que enfriaron sus manos, los recordamos Admiramos el sol por ellos, bellos recuerdos claros dejaron La vida corre rápido en carro Pero, debo recapitular, restaurar mi chip, realzar mi real prioridad Algunas de las we'as que hago han esta'o demás Si se me pasan las tapas, acaba más mal cada vez, como lo ves Los que seguimos en el micro conseguimos respect Yeah, contra viento y marea Matando a cada papanata que cacarea Son charchas pa' rapear, alardean Y a la cara nada palabrean Las reales armas no estaban en San Andrea Más fuerte es el karma, que si maltratas te apalea No se salvan ni lanzas que se salvan pa' la Alameda Con el reloj no me llevo de lo mejor Hoy voy más atrasa'o que el día anterior (Y vale la pena) Si desde estas estaciones se ve la cordillera entera La vieras cuando nieva Get that o' my way Ya estoy meditando con el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah) Get that o' my way Esto es entre el psycho joke y el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah) Yo me suelo enredar Cuando pienso lo que piensas que voy a pensar Si soy bipolar, me voy a besar Mi otro yo colgó una soga en su propia boca, ahora no va gritar Y es normal si casi nací rapeando Más sabe el diablo por diego que por diablo Ebrio, pero no tanto o eso creo intentar Yo bostezo, puesto que el espejo nos dejó de copiar Hoy, precio que cobramos son premio al esfuerzo de años Y a ciertos sujetos falto respeto, no perdonamos Aunque, mi lado humano me ha dejado claro que sería en vano Algo me dijo: "vamo' a pescarlo a palos" Pero, no es la idea Debo meditar bajo el agua en apnea Quizás sea posible solución a mi déficit de atención Que ha sido mi perdición desde los doce años Perdón, sobran temas de hip hop Pero me faltan temas de conversación Sociable, introvertido, no me hables si no lo pido Por favor, el precio del silencio lo pago yo Y ¿qué hago yo?, te extraño, mom Ángel, baja por favor y abrázanos como antes Coincido contigo, mi compadre (Claro que me copié, pero a la cara de mi madre) Get that o' my way Ya estoy meditando con el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah) Get that o' my way Esto es entre el psycho joke y el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah)
Its plain and simple you start from scratch and work your way little by little don’t overthink yourself or you’ll end up stuck on riddle a loop that never ends
The beat from Dirty Harry's "Rap Figures"... damn that song was probably the most downloaded during the KaZaA days... that and "DJ Larry D's Hip Hop Mega Mix" R E S P E C T
i remeber back in school we used to watch the grey clouds smile on our face and now the grey be a phrase for feeling washed out smile on my face hides the pain expressions speak loud that’s why i’m speaking on a track so who’s what now i found my style i really got it now from a broke white boy i had to run those miles i never had to do trips only learnt to take risks cus from them risks they can give and provide a better life to live if you just understand it but some man jus don’t get it half of you bums and the rest be at rest preaching go get it i got the game in my palms i’ll wear the game on my garms to show you fake bruddas here there ain’t no to place to be last to a fake line em up fast they don’t give a fuck about ur past darg stop given em the last chance if your family are broke and your first thought is to buy a fast car i gotta keep an open mind when i be preeing on shit they rather judge a book by its cover it really it what it is they rather do it for views and for a couple of gibs when it’s the world we live in we’re trapped stuck in this mix shit but i ain’t ever changing i really pray that the problems that im facing ain’t the problems that imma step face to face with the way i’m juggin non stop the life i live more than a day shift heart worth more than a payslip play me that’s suttin dangerous and i mean it i got played and now i’m in a puzzle tryna pick up the pieces from where i left off still pray don’t get my head lost i seen a couple man get their head loss and now they’re praying to best off
to this instrumental I cannot find nothing simillar I've been living my life, like it's a movie thriller tired OF being the ground of society i'm trying to succed in poetry adjust it to the rap culture because it's my only shelture I'm out the dead presidents to represent me while the living ones are taking me all cents so I find it out that streets are the right place to be
Opening minds from my universal lines Tooken from outta space time Ya know I'm Always traveling at light speeds Indeed since I was a prodigy breed Fools make it hard for me to breath But I opened room once I let my nine squeeze Silently I see my enemies fall asleep reap What ya sow straight from heavens door I was destined for war made out poor First finished last Last is the first when it comes to thirst Rich man's dry from all of the material high Luxury livin can't even see his own sinnin' Devils is grinning listening But his soul ain't dwelling With the poor I'm see em strugglin just for por-ridge Damn near empty fridge look what the system did Barely makin with the kids Broke off the rich mans bid As the prices rise I telepath to graph My natural high in a spritual tie No lie but it lies With in the message huh
check mine out I’m a fucking thunderstorm, you’s a light shower You a bitch, you shoot and miss like Dwight Howard You can’t battle the god, I’m too precise coward That’s like Khalid Muhammad saying he’s White Power This the machete that your organs getting sliced out with The blind motherfucker in the village, Bryce Howard My brain only function proper in the night hours You might own a fucking label but the mic ours My shit hi-tech, lord, like a plastic bomb An asshole, I punch people with glasses on Anybody disagreeable we mashing on I only fuck with green and gold god magic wand An encore is the only thing that you clapping on I’m a pitbull, pussy, you a papillon A bitch get a 40 from me, not a glass of Dom I’m the G-29 in the assassin’s palm It’s a righteous kill, I don’t do nothing but write and kill Drink 40's, smoke L's, push the white and krill I move strong and fast, I have a bison’s will I’m the motherfucking champ, I’m the fighting Phils I’m from the city of the syrup and Vicodin pills From the city the most fearless of fighters was filmed The city where we have the most street veterans still The Moors, Nuwaubians, Five Percenters will build I’m from Philly motherfucker, the rawest it comes I make your body disappear, I’m a sorcerer’s tongue You live your whole life in fear that the torture will come I hope my music is revered like a portrait of Pun I’m paranoid god here in my fortress with guns I had a void god, filled it with whores and with blunts I ain’t have a choice god, I was born in the slums I ain’t have a voice god till I slaughtered the drums Yeah, the four-fifth is a melon popper Hollow tips spin your body like a helicopter Anything can move god if you sell it proper And I’ve been through more viewings than a teleprompter This is horrorcore beat, got hella monsters My team’s got more Gs than a spelling proctor Y’all ain’t never moved D, y’all are petty choppers I got a vicious left hook, call me Eddie Thomas But I’m raw with the right hand Like Jack Johnson fighting against the white man Yeah I’m about to shorten your life span Evil shit can be good if it’s in the right hands I make motherfuckers burn, you a slight tan I keep a motherfucking urn on my nightstand So wait your motherfucking turn like a hype man I bury you with the snitches under the white sand
now I'm feeling what yall can't you think i will fall chant that day and night stay tight i will say alright all right yall tight calling the world calling out the world if you wanna know who yo under just find the one you can blame man this game is crazy an ace
Last time you seen me you said you loved me and didn't want this to start , now I'm the one with the broken heart my head is hurting my mind is jerking
I'm a santa Claus on a Christmas Day Cause I run these streets And I'm doing it my way I don't give out presents, But my presence in the game itself is is a gift I'm sitting here With Sapong, He's Giving Me A Lift And I'm never wrong, To Me He is a gift. We Don't Hit Bongs But Now We're About To Fly It won't be long, see I never lie No one ever knows about the struggles of an artist They be mocking without knowing what an Art Is Sending love to the few people that stayed Could've Never been doing this without y'all I be Losing My Sleep Trying To Write These Lines Trying to Make It Rhyme. Lately, Running Outta Time Can't Shine But I'm always Trying to Be Fine Trying to refine and then rewind Dear God, Do You Hear My Cries? Cause Prayer Ain't Shit You Never Answer Back If you exist than tell me where the fuck you at My mind is disturbed I'm mourning to find peace To finally give my emotions some ease. Everyday is a fucking fight for me to stay alive Maybe I should grab a knife and get it all done I will do all of the things you never thought I could And the things I thought I couldn't do
Non sei nessuno nella vita, Immagina giù da me, Ti abbasso al mio livello, (shlah!), Machete burkinabé, Il mio digiuno più buono del banchetto dei re, Riconosco il vero criminale alle buone maniere, Ne ho mangiata di polvere, Vedendo soldi piovere per far crescere i miei, E se ho fatto la guerra, sappi l’ho fatta per noi, Mio padre avrà ragione quando diventerò come lui, La ricchezza è rinchiusa, assalto ai portavalori, La rue, la rue, la rue, la rue, c’est pas chez Drucker, J’ai jamais perdu l’nord, J’me retrouve à Dunkerque, Stò nel benks, Litro rosso in Tetra Pak, Te la dò io l’america nell’ “infrapacche'”, Io non punto in alto, miro alle ginocchia, (Rrrah!) Ogni strada ha il suo guardiano, In futuro tienilo presente quello che ho passato, 0,9 e speranza ne abbiamo. Già che me ne parli non è omertà, Tanto non cambierà niente alla povertà, Tu sei ricco d’animo buono per te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte, Stò nel benks, Siedo sopra un altalena, Le banconote formano un arcobaleno, Bruciano e in attimo torno come te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte Nel mondo della micro criminalità Un amico? Chi mi tradirà è un addio Disse quel ragazzino diventerà cattivo Di mentalità, ma non imita il suo mito Il micro si limiterà a dirlo Vai tra che, fra fa poco testo Il tuo dramma non l’attraverso Cazzate in strada la tua mancanza di classe È acqua che va di traverso Evade dal resto ogni persona perdona Chi torna con la scusa buona che regga il pretesto Infatti ho speranza finché non muoio Che tanto è l’ultima e mi illumina nel vuoto Decollo pronto al volo col mio poto Plata o plomo parla poco placa l’uomo E da un cazzotto romanzo l’accaduto in un salotto Perché sono scrittore e interprete, black lives matter Per ogni sbirro che spara nelle vertebre e mai smette Come evadi dai problemi che ti fai In pochi metri quadri Giocherai alla play dal tuo compagno di banco delle elementari Già che me ne parli non è omertà, Tanto non cambierà niente alla povertà, Tu sei ricco d’animo buono per te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte, Stò nel benks, Siedo sopra un altalena, Le banconote formano un arcobaleno, Bruciano e in attimo torno come te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte Criminali alla muerte
Ambitions dans l'espace, ils ont trop les pieds sur terres Relations trop espacées Certaines de mes paroles sont trop déplacées Ils te comprennent pas, Dieu sait laisse passer Dans un futur proche ou lointain surement tous les dépasser Mon coeur saigne, au créateur faut se confesser Qu'est ce que je laisse a part mes anciennes actions, Au depart jme suis trompé de faction En une fraction milles et une facons de reaction, Trop reflechir empêche l'action Une petite minute 60 secondes déjà écoulées Jvois le temps defiler, la plus grande richesse
My friend let it out, don't hold it in See in life you can drown before you learn to swim Try to stay afloat no matter how tough it gets I promise in the end you'll be the one that benefits See in life sometimes we say it's unfair Not thinkin of our past actions and what got us there Have you ever felt like you don't belong Doing everything right and it still goes wrong Bad decisions lead you down a road you never envisioned, with no vision you were on track for a head on collision Your emotional state had created your own prison Even though your alive it doesn't feel like you are living Emotional stab wounds left open and unforgiven Now we under stand how we built this mental prison How do we escape the very things we create Hate can suffocate the little bit of love on your plate
Walking down the alleyway, Peeping visions of gunplay A ninja just fired 16 shots and made his getaway this is the type of shit that goes down on the block it's another day in the life that I'm living in the Rox People dying left and right, it's a motherfucking stick up either shooting up or getting shot up when they pick up that dope in their veins got these motherfuckers bugging and dealers stacking cash hand over fist, straight thugging While cats on the block stare at me , they mean mugging I'm out to get these loud packs off, I'm straight plugging Ain't proud of this fact but I gotta make the paper while I duck the 5-0 when they build the next caper One day I'll be sitting back, trying to count stacks while I drive a whip that cost me 35 racks But that day isn't today so I gotta face the facts and stay on my grind while I plan my next attack
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