@@filipmarjanovic3721 i don't think there is a more brain dead person out there than khronos beats, strait up stole this, and does not even have a proper ending to the beat.
The piano sample has a Mobb Deep vibe. However, I do not think this bass line would fit in a Mobb song. So I still think this would be a better fit for a member of Wu.
Rock Rap Music All elements of the beat scream MOBB DEEP to me. Drums piano, bass line, etc. it’s more Mobb Deep than Wu. Maybe Mobb Deep ft. Raekwon or Meth Either way, this beat is super Mobb Deep.
I'm a funkdafied genius comin' at cha'll loud and clear! I'll have haters and non-believers quickly step to the rear! Cause, they can't handle a fella like me; and, I'm an angry man of God when I have to be! No other rhymer can flow the way this player does! My raps are so damn brutal that they can't be touched! I don't sound feminine when kickin' rhymes that are fly! I'm a brother who's gifted and poetically nice! I got skills that are raw, along with so unique; and when it comes to hip-hop, I'm as dope as can be! It's that poet who is lyrically and spiritually strong; I'll diss a rapper and their clique, if they step to me wrong!
Why didn't Holo ever put out A _Holo-Ween_ album !? What A Great Idea. Esp if RZA mixed it w/ All the Original (pre Methadone & Xanax) Holocaust [Warcloud flows] that RZA is still sitting on from the late 90's.
One of the best type beats I've heard. I've been going around trying to get good ideas for something I want to write and this literally inspired me more and motivated me more to try and actually create something really good
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to G off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one And that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin' woolas at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin' going upstate's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base Smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all
They say you reap what you sow But I ain’t been sewing no seeds Just spitting poetry to the dopest beats to release the dopamine withholded in me Flow like a sea beneath the both of your feet I’ve got a dream I’m suppose to be the dopest mc How many tunes have I threw away or haven’t chose to release Let’s take a walk bitch your gettin choked on the leash Get a thump of a right hand and fold like a crease You think you’d be able to spit with the amount of time you spend on both of your knees How am I gonna be afraid of someone with holes in their jeans ? You ain’t approaching me , please Man I know I’m a beast Solely from the amount of times I’ve rose from defeat Waiting patiently for the day I’m known in the streets It feels like I’m forever debatin’ Am I headed for Satan Learned to walk in a storm I’m wet and it’s rainin’ The world is testing my patience Am I destined for greatness Cause everyday it’s more stress that I’m facin’ I’ve been less than amazin’ With the steps I’ve been takin’ No views on RU-vid, Aint no fuckin airtime on a radio station Just a man that gots somethin’ to say And if you don’t believe in me then get the fuck out my way Just wanted people to vibe and respect I ain’t worried bout fame Flow dangerous like a slick in the neck It’s like my life is a guess Give it what I got and hope I get rich from describing’ my head Shoutout to my brothers who’ve been loyal aswel, I know I was a prick when I was a kid and annoyin as hell But I won’t stop till we’re somewhere foreign drinkin’ till we’re alcoholics Fuck it cause we’ve always been destroyin our health’s Ain’t stoppin till I got an office and my mommas got no problems, she’ll be drivin’ a Benz Eat rappers like Valium, Who’s supplyin’ my meds ?
