Ntourage is one of the few respected beatmakers currently in the lofi scene... it's hiphop made in a place where there is no technology available to everyone, like Latin lo-fi... pure working people... I'm tired of all that mass of rich kids in Europe who grew up in rich families or studied music at a conservatory... and come with their shit as clean and neat as possible, thanks to their opportunities in life that many didn't have. I want shit made by people who have suffered a lot to get here, dirt on the fucking sample... that is not neat and has some imperfections, honest and real shit, real beatmakers who have walked through hell to get to the sound they have. It's hard to find beatmakers that still make original shit...dirt and uncleanliness is the essence of true street hiphop. Remember that hip hop is in the streets... not in the lives of rich kids who have never set foot in a ghetto and go viral on Tiktok and contacts at the Spotify publishing house...
Stop hating bruh... being rich or poor has nothing to do with good music. It all depends on how you draw from your experiences, and creativity to express it artfully.
It's funny how money change a situation Miscommunication leads to complication My emancipation don't fit your equation I was on the humble, you on every station Some wan' play young lauryn like she dumb But remember not a game new under the sun Everything you did has already been done I know all the tricks from bricks to kingston My ting done made your kingdom wan' run Now understand "l-boogie's" non-violent But if a thing test me, run for mi gun Can't take a threat to mi new born son L's been this way since creation A groupie call, you fall from temptation Now you want to ball over separation Tarnish my image in your conversation Who you gon' scrimmage, like you the champion? You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one Now, now how come your talk turn cold? Gain the whole world for the price of your soul Tryin' to grab hold of what you can't control Now you all floss, what a sight to behold Wisdom is better than silver and gold I was hopeless, now I'm more hopeful Every man want to act like he's exempt Need to get down on his knees and repent Can't slick talk on the day of judgment Your movement's similar to a serpent Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent? Consequence is no coincidence Hypocrites always want to play innocent Always want to take it to the full out extent Always want to make it seem like good intent Never want to face it when it time for punishment I know you don't want to hear my opinion But there come many paths and you must choose one And if you don't change then the rain soon come See you might win some, but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one You might win some, but you really lost one You just lost one, it's so silly how come? When it's all done, did you really gain from What you done done? it's so silly how come? You just lost one Now don't you understand man universal law? What you throw out comes back to you, star Never underestimate those who you scar Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard! You can't hold god's people back that long The chain of shatan wasn't made that strong Trying to pretend like your word is your bond But until you do right, all you do will go wrong Now some might mistake this for just a simple song And some don't know what they have 'til it's gone Now even when you're gone you can still be reborn And, from the night can arrive the sweet dawn Now, some might listen and some might shun And some may think that they've reached perfection If you look closely you'll see what you've become Cause you might win some but you just lost one! You might win some but you just lost one
