the simple beats are the best ones.. Not because there "is not much in it" but because every little detail is in the right spot and every sound is exactly how it should be. Alchemist got this on lock for decades.
No trates de ser yo, manito déjame tranquilo, ser hiphoppa es algo mas que vestir con estilo, es sabiduría, conocimiento de lo que depara tu destino, llevar el mensaje de los que ya no siguen vivos, transmitir algo profundo, algo como escribir un libro, luchar con mis demonios, quitarlos de mi camino, suena duro mi mente inestable, me falta un cable, si en algo tienen razón es que soy rentable, si no sabes que decirme mejor no me hables, enfilado mis letras mortales como un sable, la nena quiere hablar (HAHA) ya tu sabes, mi vida easy que no es vacía, fluyendo relajado con las ondas de energía, modas y lujos afuera no me enrolo porquerías, el cora y mi mente en sintonía, es mi musica, no busco tu aprobación o ser figura publica, entona lo que te digo es versátil, hago ver esta mierda demasiado fácil, no me compares con T ese tio es frágil, su mente lente mi sentido ágil
I ride for my bread n butter it's hell to any n every mofo tryna take food from amongst us, shots fire loud like a choir u scream loud like Mariah ouuuu child things a fly out blow ya mind out that big head on ya shoulders, niggas ego putt'em in jeopardy to they soul-less the flows just catastrophic, alchemist a menace for this one E's a beast from the east sun my mic check is epic I make efforts niggas scared to make so they hate lesson one don't fuck with E mighty it's hazardous, the end result is disterous
You ride days and nights on highways for a price, thats right Until you got Fkd up and learn what cold feels like on a small room behind bars, even God can't send light Feels like training every night and then miss the fight The life is one way flight, one day you might I decided to spit on mics instead to be struck inside Like Nas said one night one mic, one chance to enlight, the one time insight Bullets thru your ice, you died Never hesitate, been thru lots of interstates, Ya inner hate might get you do dumb shit for dinner plates Im a sniper dawg, I got y'all fake mc's on my rifle scope Pushin dope to cope runnin out of chances better hope Cause there's no "us" in this life , just me my soul and balls Trust a busta and you will end up falling on waterfalls
He definitely got a certain approach to how he makes beats, but thats what gives him his signature sound. Sometimes when I listen to a song I think to myself... hold up this sound like an Alchemist beat
Entering Heaven 5 war space atmosphere. Alert 🚨 mode permanent lockdown. Imaginations cannot work in this heaven. All who been in the heaven may use their memo-read (memories) and fizzle their imagination. Continuing flight in my pure desire (Most High Father Desire Be Done.). This pure desire will flight is through all of the stores of cataclysms used to make worlds. The thunders lightenings, loud sounds, and dangerous other things used for creating worlds. Enemies may also be detected be alert until we escape.
Whp want to enlist war is nothing but horror and if we didnt enlist would the president lay down his life for us you go first on the feild the pope and queen too cause i know if it was really real i battle to save you o do it daily and you still hate me where the support for your truest trooper i aint got a badge and i aint got a gun to shoot ya i got access thoigh jyst like we all do but why cavemen used logs allegedly fuck sometimes i wish noone would remember but it how its supposed to be if God aint got no eyes how does God feel the pain we see and tryvto seek a peaceful reality fuck this im tired im sorrybbut im happily angry chill Steve you dknt have to get even i know but hearts are bleeding for what reason am ibhere i love you but i doubt me and i lose control no yes you dont know really
Sorry sometimes i soaz when i wright and sometimes my soul be flowing past my mind and my fingers got to catch up like the smashed taking off on a rocketship with no gas and blast right past the evilness holding on like he hanging off a cliff clutching the last blade of grass. Too Late i miss med too much class and they got blood on they hands. Talk about bad table manners and improper ediquiette im about to jump out this ish like brexit physke i aint stuck they strapped in like high chairs but it gonna be so lonely we you aint got a pair. Think im dumb but im well and aware hope i aint the last man that truely care your teeth bared like the sins of your soul and every angel know where you gonna go. Sorry Heaven but please welcome me home got to fight here rather fight there cause at least i'd know what side they on. I love you muah
I do this one time On the mic one guy To much abuse To tolerate this gun crime We in the belly of the beast With no sunshine I spit lyrics and won minds I push beyond my limits One man warrior with these punchlines Anyway let get straight into it I dont mean intimate Your just an industry baby You that industrial mind apart of a syndicate I aint on that cat and mouse pussy shit I run with the wolfs On that horror story boogie shit That wild wild west revolvers and extended clips societys menace Some call me a prophet others call me a mentalist My rhymes are filthier Than the sick minds located in the archives of wikipedia To damn hungry But i guess im greedier Beware of what the media is feedin ya Stirring up Mass hysteria Before somebody puts the god of fear in ya Its all just wargames Till they start sending drones in your area
