Instrumental for Uptown by Drake feat. Lil Wayne & Bun B off the mixtape So Far Gone Produced by Boi-1Da & Arthur McArthur of Northern Profit. You can download the mp3 at www.zshare.net/...
FOR PRODUCERS- I see alot of people ask about that organ and what instrument is it excactly. Well for those who want to know, it is Native Instruments B4 II and the Preset is Preston! with the rotater set to fast and the upper manual 16 and 5(1/3)' lowered alittle. There you go.
Its magical how lyrical i be You can't just listen to me you have to see I'm mad focused, focused on this beat The beat is bangin, just like my streets The streets of salvation, buck a couple shots to give away my destination Your weak ass ways are slowin fadin hidden Truth will be elevating till exposed My rhymes are like drinks, people always ask "I'll have another one of those" My flow is like my clothes Its noticeable, Give me a beat and my rhymes are not controllable
girl im on u on so let me go ahead an explain that these feelins i have for you shall never change always on my mind cuz with us togetha we shall neva stop our grind n we gon stay together as long as its foreva
When I found out you was gone man i dropped a tear/Cuz i remembered us in summer camp for all them years/I miss you D and i wish that you were still here/Its crazy that you didnt even make it through your freshman year/You was a super cool dude seriously splendid/If the good die young then i guess you was tremendous/The violence that was goin down i know you wasnt chasin that/The bullet hit you and not the nigga they was aimin at......R.I.P.
I got that uptown flow. I always on top My clock is always ticking. That means I won't stop The game is full haters. One day is gone pop My flow sick. It need a cough drop I call for the realest. I get no answer I call for the fakers. They multiply like cancer I'm about to spear the game. Call me a lancer I climbing up to the top, like a pole dancer
(1/2) Climbing to the top, Drop screams from the bottom Everyone has there own dreams untill you doubt'em Thats when ya life spin, And you be more focus On drinking and parties like life has no purpose Now im looking out my Window I see the globe in it Dont want to break the rules, why not just bend it Freeze. you are on hold. man i am so cold Dont... try and start a fight what im always told
i knew this gurl she had ma heart i was her world till we broke apart n i was so happy cuz she made me smile n every second i spent with her was worth my while she made meh feel special n she felt the same i told her i wasnt playin gurl this aint no game -beeeeeeezy
god got my bck side i cant lie i feel down got back up im fed up time to act up devil come round get smack up i sat down and watched but i think i jus done had enough sum people walkin round not thinkin bout wat he done for us its my time i gotta rhyme this light of mine ima let it shine like all the time i cant stop think ima stop must have lost ya mind im so different not like ya kind i came to lead not fall behind im reppin till the end of me i worship thee till the end of time
time flies... but never get it twisted wen yur happiness dies... cuz wen it seems all hope dum went away why wud i not cry, esspacally wen anger cums, how do i reply...
All night on a minute rhyme/ been running, been hustling, and I can finally see the finish line/ done this shit a million times/ but that's expected cuz' all good things come in time/ shit you need emphasis like an underline/ young nigga' speaking truth where others lie
who grew up the way he wanted but life is just a long journey to shape a person on a grindstone i call emotion. it takes being in a certian postion to relize what higher havent relized. But childhood is the past, now its time to write like this is my last night. Im to fright, with all my might i can fight to be a truthful, wholefull and right. cuz i need to keep it realler than forenzics, cuz as a detecteve investigatin a scene i call, "Living for Good, while staying Hood".
Stay strong, the heart hurt. No more times, no more memories. crying about yesterday like Cooley High.1975 we all got die, i try not to cry. but in the dirt, put him in the dirt forever. Forever you mean forever thats forever when your memories are gonna last forever. God knows my pain, I love with smile. Laugh at joke, turn ur swag on but that dont woke. Alarm still going. sleep is not an escape. Death is not the end. Angels do they cry? o why o why owhy, my o my mercy mercy me. The blues. . .
I came back an read wat I mudda fuckin wrote, I said 2 myself hmmm, Dat shit was kinda dope, My flow so sharp, it's been know 2 slit throatz, I'm fresh up out dat water, An Da Worlds My fuckin boat, I jus want da Change, You can Keep da fuckin Hope, Im so focused in Life, Feels like Im lookin thru a Scope, I learned where you see a fire, There's sure 2 be Sum Smoke, My flow go on an on, Like in Katrina, wen da Gotdam Levee Broke, I been Poisoned by this world, An there's no antidote
was born to dream big, so i had big dreams, u gotta hustle hard, if u want big cream, u want the fancy things, money flowing like a stream, legit paper, living dirty don't make it clean, my pockets bulging, with dead people at the seams, i got a taste of the green, now everyday i seem to feen, roll with a gangsta lean, u playa hating with ur team, ur life's just a mirage, and i personify what u esteem,
Ive mixed my relief with my nostalgia reality is harsh and it refuses to repeat/ so i accomplish the feat/ of flowin off of these beats/ to the booth is where i retreat/ whenever i need sleep and they have the free front row seats but i disregard their critique/ they try and point out flaws/ while knowing that im the cause of the bullshit of wich they reek/ the more that they start to whisper the louder my actions speak/ no inheritance for the weak/
I stick money in my pocket like a landmine, I smoke it up like a rocket when i land mine, Every single dam time i flip quaters end time, Chills running down your spine You my dime, My dime takes one line she so fine, I think it's time 1,2,3,.... BOOM! She still shine!!! My numbers prime my letters so old, When spittin fire its so bold, i spit so hard fire turned cold, Flows turn silver shiny gold, Verse so grimey you can call it mold, hands stay strong never fold, Listen to what yu been told!
Focused on the game, not really worried about the paper I'm bringing that propane flame, "yup", im straight chillin like my names Hank Hill Changed up my ways, for the numerous riddles I gave to you [I'll]Never be same since the day I lost my big brother Mitchell So now it'll be champagne poppin' n' how I'll never forget you When I'm in search of some space, I skip rocks flat shaped making ripples Im trying to pave the way- make life little bit more simple I will rein, no need for an umbrella I'll bring out those sunny days just to remind you With the help of friends who still remain, I do my best to show that I love you Pushing the limits presented on this gauge of being human, and that's something I'll never undo If it took pain for me to see these beautiful Ray's, that my price paid in full
(continued) forever made yeah!!!! Youngtwill got that kinda ice that will leave u blinded drink in my cup I double it up till it feels im confineded Lac nikka im unwindin!!!
gasoleen lines always setting up the scene, peoples eyes becoming pumpkins from haloween, papers entering my safe always looking clean, individual stake income forget the mean, tennis ball this earth is a rally planet, im acing this world with a roger racket, legendary name will remain a country classic, fake rappers sell while i remain fanatic,
@dudeman92794 That's what I'm talking about. People try to call you lame because you don't smoke or drink and stuff, but you know that you closer to you goals than them because you on the right track. Keep it up.
Intoxicated in ma lane, mixed the pleasure wit the pain/ Life is sex....on the beach, and I just go against the grain/ Girl, commitment aint ma thang, So im never wit the same/ cuz they always seem to end wit me sayin "I can EXPLAIN"/ Over exposed to the fame, now look at what it became/ If i let go of my pride,...lemme know if honor remains./ You will reach a point in life, where it is no longer a game/ Give you words from my heart, till they no longer in vein/ .......im sayin.
yo..it's like..its like it be comin and it go..finaly got the hang of dis flow..I ain't gon' be doin dis nomore..Imma be wlkin out dat door..as my tears drip unda ma feet on da floor..yo ma muscles r sore..i guess i gotta move faword and ignore..make somethin good outta dis shit..and if I eva get to taste it..I aint neva gonna let it go..neva will trade it..because das me I finaly made it..everythin was takin..so many times I be makin mistakes an..I finaly learned..nomore breakin..
i see this world in diffrent eyes turned my focus to the christ now my rhyms consist of something better than just smoking telling people that im so high i scrape sky whats the point of living life like a g if all the true ones end up 6 feet deep or lock inside the cages just feeling weak christ is my survival and my weapon is the bible rather go and shout revival then go and just recansile with the people than been doing me bad for a while
@ 0:15 Always outta town Cause I be on that plane shit/ I be on your home court and the crowd cheering for me and shit/ Believe me when you hear this shit/ Cos I made a career of this/ Put your fake ass on blast like Kardashian did the internet/ Only hit it if it's super wet/ I'm talking navy seal shit/ Mission is a go And the target is that clitoris/ Stealthing down the streets Cos the rarri painted matte black/ I swear I stay higher than a planet with a jet pack/ Okay let's rewind that/ Weed and music lets combine that/ With some killer bitches that be hotter than Iraq/ Pour the liquor where the shine at/ Pass the burner where the pine at/ Mix it all together and your higher than where I'm at (Hook x2) The city fuckin wit me man The city fuckin wit me I be on the move So the city coming wit me If you need that good man My city got it plenty I just be that dude So if you want me come and get me ahh
Tweak is back on anotha track but im not runnin i circle laps i dont sing autotune i stick to rap ya city quiet like a mummy c now dats a wrap i cain mantain till i reach the top never stop u keep runnin let the liquid drip drop yall stuck in my safe and i lost the lock yuh life tied up like strings ina not
(2/2) They say "Life is a movie and theres always happy endings" Im hot then cold all depends on the weahter Life is a puzzle i am tryna put togther And im looking for a path instead i find a dead end Stoping on the brakes like there was a dead end Tweak is an emergency and we need CPR Im shooting for the moon no im shooting for mars
yea im a blazed man, lifted and dizzy been rappin since drizzy used to be called jimmy school you in this rap game like mic check 1,2 my flow so deadly call me the swine flu nah im not on the charts nor have fame but forreal im different an wont ever be same
"I will make a song to this, The rest are just to wrong for this, On the real that's how I feel, I'm so ill a pill can't fix, I'm just tryna build a bridge, That won't burn n kill some kids, But change a life aimin high, Bringing light to lifelessness" - Flow Ez
Ya know i keep ya up late in tha dark, cause i know on yo blank page i left my mark, and yo gon get me bustin jus like a narc, girl i know you bottled up, and ima pop yo cork, i know ya gazin, just make sure not ta stare, grazin on my style, yea I know ma swaggas so rare, like filet mignon, Im tha special of tha year, tha only one rappa that satisfies both ya ears.
i lookin at my mirror & im standing tall screamin out mirror mirror on the wall tell me is the game like basketball or the industry off the wall idk who r yall got the funny feelin in jaw dont know who is fake or real in my life just like a boxer i gota fight turn my wrongs into right turn a sip into a bite gota move foward fuk wuts ight alright check the world like a nike its success wut i strike & it is fame wut i like
Is it all worth it, I'm talkin bout the life that we struggle for, Does it have a purpose, This life, this dream, this thing, From 2 PAC, malcom x, to Martin Luther king, From everyword that we speak, Does it have a meaning, Does our existance change the fact that the answere is right in front of us and we can't even see it, Perfect 20/20, and we still day dreaming, Waitin for ur turn, so u can have ur thrills in the game, U can make ur bills, I'm just trynna make change
@banks49 I feel you, but if they wanna use it, let em. More flattering than upsetting to me. The more they are complemented for lyrics they didnt come up with......the more they will feel unoriginal and untalented. I welcome that feeling. Besides I plan on re-doing these on video once i get a cam. (So people can hear how its originally supposed to be performed. ;-)
if you can comprehend what i pen/and believe that life cannot end/that God is more powerful then men/can forgive you of sin/if christ means living in light/and loving with all of your might/if you feel what i say/the angels of earth/let me feel you in my verse/i am immersed in baptizing my thirst/God says always think of Him first/so as i think of the verse/im drinking the earth/shaping from dirt/the path that i walk/with God im chilling creating amazing sensations in my shaman haven..just sayin
Now a days it seems to me dat, Everybody wants a piece of, Whats become the enemy of popstars, You see, Everybodys got scars to prove they history, But ain no need to rap about the back seat of a cop car, hah, You eitha got it or ya don't, I'm on a whole notha level, I got Jesus, Yaw went and sold yaws soul to the devil, Can yaw believe dis, And Im not about gold medals, Im about spreadin' the truth, Straight rebukin these demons..
@DoinkTonberry Thanks, if you like that then check out other instrumentals im on: "Unthinkable", "Money to blow", "Not afraid". Also my personal favorites: "Say whats real" on page 16 and 18. And "Fear" on page 16. Lemme know what you think.
From da uk Im gonna keep it reppin, da U.S aint gave us a chance to get a step in/ We got ill lyricist that will metaphoricly kick head in, Thats a comber you'll be headin, enough about them im here to do my own thing/ I kick lyrics everyday underground is where im under, I wonder, Where a lil thought process in my lyrics would get me g/ At the moment i just spit whatever feels warm in my heart to me, Or maybe I should turn It down with heat I fill I dont want rap to be the death of me
