You ever hear a beat and it creates a mood or a feeling that you can't describe? It creates a story in your head and almost takes you out of reality for a moment?
i started with these dudes with this mixtape!! i saw it on datpiff and was first schoked! than i just listened and listened to it on the way to work!! damm this tape fucked my head because it was so awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damn Westside Gunn using a different flow nice edit: i should have waited till the song was done, they all pretty much sped it up after a while. Shit was nice
[Intro: Westside Gunn] Drrttt Boom boom boom boom boom! Ayo! (Ayo, Hitler on Steroids) [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo It's the zebra V2 rocker, guess who? Mister completely in a Lexus coupe (skrrrrrrrrrr) Hundred round drum, more fire I keep it on my jit, he got no priors God bless the niggas doing twenty over crack sales Human Made hoodie, jacket pastel Push a gold plated 'Rari A thousand bricks cracked the last scale Servin' all nights, fiends up Three days no sleep, I gotta re-up KAWS painting hanging over the bake stove (bake stove), bake stove (bake stove) Jewelry hang glisten Leave your brains missin' CVA whippin' Nigga face twitchin' Bag of Ace fishin' Bucket hat flippin' Running through the bricks Like Usain in that kitchen Insane when I'm dealin' Hand to hand killin' Went to sleep, drink a million bricks Woke up like God willin' Real nigga shit Shady just dropped off the bag Now I'm 'bout to go flip the shit Tell papi I'll be right back [Refrain: Westside Gunn] Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island [Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"] One hundred thousand machine guns get found in a row Come to your town, fuck ya fee hoe Knock 'em down in a row Sniffin' cocaine off the table and the line in a row One hundred thousand machine guns found in a row [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Look I don't ask shit, I just spaz Ski mask on in the Aston Headed to Bible class As the water in the streets splash, it's the fiberglass I classify your last album as weakass cyber trash I've amassed so many bodies I keep bags by the bags Right or wrong I'm willing to live or die by the song Tattoos of my newborn son on my right arm by the psalm I'm legendary like Iverson Counting cash, splitting the pie with none Never will I divide the sum I'mma just be forever living or die by the gun Uh, black and white tuxedo Tuck ego, regal Billy Dee though Touch cheese, so cerebral skeezes be like "fuck me, fuck me mo'" Uh Prayers up, fuck evil Either we in a players' club or a cathedral Up underneath a gazebo, clutch squeeze blow, but Allow us to begin That's right I'm just gettin' started I got sluts and they lined up for the win I'mma be 'round here forever and the only thing falling off is my nut from her chin Thinking is a nigga time up, then, when? As I go to lift the blinds up at the wind Woo They call a nigga wrecking ball Nickel No shark swimmin’ or dentist'll check a jaw quicker Product of my mama and papa upper dresser drawer wisdom If there's a check involved I disconnect from flaw and then I connect to raw business Uh, if there's an upper echelon, then every echelon should know I'm in this The airhole on a barrel make the TECs so extra long-winded [Refrain: Westside Gunn] Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island [Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"] One hundred thousand machine guns get found in a row Come to your town, fuck ya fee hoe Knock 'em down in a row Sniffin' cocaine off the table and the line in a row One hundred thousand machine guns found in a row [Verse 3: Conway] I pop the sticks, see fire comin' out the chopper pipe These other niggas rappin' but they not as nice Whippin' rock, the white, flood the watch with ice My dog just got some more blocks and plus he drop the price Cop killas' and them clips, them shits'll stop ya life Fuck all these niggas, my gun work, and plus, I can fight Have you shot tonight, I was broke but now my pockets right Drink is pain, my bitch don't drink pain, she like Ciroc and Sprite, aight? I'm a legend, you missin' the point Ride through the hood with a stick in the Royce I'm good when I visit Detroit, I pull up and kick it with Royce Triple just hit me and said he got hoes, I can get any bitch of my choice Nigga shot me and twisted my face, but it ain't do shit to my voice These niggas can't fuck with the flow at all You know my protocol The grimy shit? I'm the one you know to call Hit your head with this MAC 'til I blow it all Real life what he sold us all, yeah Real life how I got the city on my shoulders [Outro] Griselda, Griselda
Idk why people give Gunn so much credit, he may have some clever lines here and there but he’s definitely not a great rapper, especially compared to his partners Benny and Conway
kickzo Its a play on “The Devil Wears Prada” That’s why Gunn came up with Hitler Wears Hermès. Sequels to Conway and Westside’s mixtapes are typically referred as “on steroids” (Reject On Steroids, Hitler On Steroids).
Sour Dank, how though, Conway has no flow, raps very slow, anyone can do that...then royce jumps in and everything flows ,bouncing in and out of verses. i just enjoy faster rapper.
KingAuthor83 just a preference, I don't care for slow rappers. my yelawolf, slaughter house, run the jewels, there some of my favorites and they all have that bouncy style.
Not sure what you guys are all hearing. Last guy was OK. First guy was trash. Beat was trash. Royce's lyrics the only thing making this song even listenable.
