Still the fucking shit….34 years later!!! 🫠😭😎

Classic joint

Que bárbaro el sonidista de la publicidad de BitBox, encontrar esta tremenda joya oculta. Enorme conocimiento musical.

love from Ecuador

🫡 Dilla Go Forever

Tung regn på ruden Han ryger og suger Tyrer til hans egne midler Fortvivler Hans egen værste fjende Det at mærke kærligheden er blot et minde De følelse de havde for hinanden ingen kunne forudse de ville forsvinde Han gemmer sig alene For verden Smerten psykoser Trauma diagnoser Visne roser Smerten psykoser Trauma diagnoser Visne roser Et ødelagt klaver Glædens tone spiller ikke mere Spejlet er ødelagt Tårerne gulvet dækket af kulde Går på glat is Katastrofal Konstant paranoia Unormal ikke valgt det selv Født ind i en fælde Under hans føder den realitet han møder Han ser de samme mennsker Ondskaben i hældene Dæmoner på væggene Anti social demotivationen Han vil ikke tag imod noget hjælp fra nogen Sorgen sider fast i ham Stoler ikke på nogen Tilliden er brudt Hun drev ham til vanvid Hun boede i hans tanker Han ville ha hende ingen andre En mur bygget imellem dem Hans venner blev hans fjender Forvirring i hans hænder Løgne har konsekvenser Man hjælper kun dem man elsker Flagrer ikke der ikke en skid at fejre Kig på hans blik Traumatiseret for livet Han blinker ikke Traumecenteret alle de ting han gennemgik Overfald overdosis Svigtet af sit blod Dysfunktionalitet metadon Et system ude af funktion Hans hjerne fortæller at hans hjerte stopper Hans hjerne er blevet skader efter alle se stoffer Det et selvdestruktivt mønster Hvor mønsterbryderen Ødelægger alt for ham selv Men så længe han ikke mærker sig selv Er det jo godt nok Så længe han er påvirket er det jo godt nok 7 år med psykologisk terror Et sted hvor stjerne psykopaten altid er nær De blev nød til at flygte fra det Men hans Mor ville ha mere De var hjemmeløse Men hans Mor ville ha mere Han fik psykose Psykologisk pres Putter plaster på problemerne Såret heller det Men arvet vil altid være der Til alle de ægte Du stærk Du elsket Du værdifuld Du loyal Du ærlig Du dig

Ass kicker here boy!!!

Anyone know the name of the Jazz song at the end?

8-11-24 I love the instrumental so smooth and clean 😎 🎶 💯 😊

I HAVE BEEN LOOKIN FOR THIS FOR A MINUTE!!!!!! THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL INSTRUMENTAL.

Samples: All I Ever Wanted - Mase >> San Francisco Bay - Lee Oskar

2024 🎉 whos with me ??

Diamond D produced this record. Amazing 😮

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🔥🔥🔥

So much stank on this beat

Three days

Slam City Jam 2000 This beat has a special place in my heart ❤

Chillest beat ever made straight up.

MADLIB

This shit you can roll like a psycho with the windows rolled down any zTexas town.

My space era ❤

Yeah encore un soir où j’me retrouve seul dans la chambre Encore un soir où la tristesse et mes émotions m’tourmente J’sais pas si un jour j’arriverais à être heureux Chacun d’mes souvenirs qui viennent M’rappel mon malheur Encore un soir où le sommeil viendra très tard Mon cœur et crever comme un pneu Pour l’remplir faut au moins dix hectare

Greatest of all time

Best got more views then the song😊

how does music like this not have a milly of views

❤🎉😊😎👌🏽

Hduvpksivpv

Women seem not sure until phone confirms it ...what happen to intuition/instinct ....external validation is now required folks GOOD luck ...dont forget your own # just in case u ever wanna be in touch with yourself again 💝

❤❤❤ love this

THE NIGHT TIME IS BUSY ITS WORD TO AUNT KIZZY ITS THE TIME WE GET DOWN, YO SON, YOU KNOW HOW WE GET DOWN

this beat is ILL‼️

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STILL DOPE

This shit remind me of samurai champloo for some reason

Pa este verano, vamos encargando los diez gramos, Por la mañana a erandio por la tarde nos drogamos, Ahora intercambiamos petardos y antes cromos, Hay un rumor en el cuartel de que la khalifa esta por romo, Yo, no me ralles mas ma nigga, Si ella me busca no tiene mas que tirar a arrigunaga, Mi operación bikini va directamente ligada a la droga, Hacemos chusteo al fallo hasta que el de arriba diga, Esto es verano morao, no verano azul, Si se me acaba el raw le arranco una página la workbook, De vida sana me vas a hablar tu, Que pesas treinta en mojao y no sales del youtube, Voy a acabar en puto rafaela María por la María, Mis neuronas rezando las plegarias, Hoy se fuma hasta que no de el oria, Esto sabe a gloria, en comisaría ya les gustaría, Que agusto, se esta en la playa en agosto, Con tol pueston de eso que sale del tiesto, No es puto normal el rostro de muerto que arrastro, Es lo que tiene calar costo a diestro y siniestro, Es sol pide que le rule un tiro del porro, Lo siento prim este va a caraperro, Me lo aferro al morro con un filtro de cigarro, Aquí fumar a tupi no nos suena a marroneo, Ando to jalao, sornisa de oreja a oreja, Tomando el sol como una puta lagartija, Aqui tol mundo chusta no es ningún convento de monjas, La lluvia me moja los garros hoy pillo un gramo de mohan, En una semana nos bajamos el décimo de placa, Khalifa clika por el momento pasa de clecas, No quieres fumar, sois mas maricas que lorca, El clipper del chino de fabrica te lo trucan, No me chines prima, pasa una china, Que me voy a rular un canutito de buena mañana, El ibai es quien nos abastece de este maná, Que nos jode la vida sana pero no queremos mas na,

so be it Spoken word

This that ish I want to listen to endlessly.

Wow, the amount of soul is unmeasurable , what this world needs 🙌

YALL IM GONNA JUMP IF THIS IS ACTUALLY BREAU STG

IS THIS LENNY ?!

Been looking for this song FOR YEARS!!!! Finally found it!!!

This is Jeep music back in the day when this came out. You heard the baseline coming down the street people were moving to It.

Ski Beatz is a madman

Shorty I’m a tell you A story: At the bottom of the hill In a town where I once Lived It’s woven patches and fence gates with unlocked latches And much love was given but The freaks with their faces thinning Got livid with me So I got out that town But it gives me grief still gives my cheeks rise and rose and pulls the corner of my lips down when Ifeel morose Them Folks Getting All cozy n toast in their pig sties Bout the pants that they lined Never thought twice Bout why the leather was sewn that way and who did these things and how their hands Found Fame or at least exposure But let me get on track: There was a girl in the town I felt fancy for her… Fancy for her Her Name was Ohhblahdei When she walked, pulled branches To her Always followed where she lead, She knew lots of words but had trouble with putting them to thoughts when there was need Wore thin clothes wove of Reeds Pretentious little prick when it came to the books she reads But nonetheless quite sweet Nonetheless very sweet It was the early aughts in may In an desperate restaurant over by the river bank, they Sold fish and French fries fried in pain and seething They sold chocolate cresaunts on the weekend (idk how to spell cresaunt lol) we were passing time just peeking tip toeing Skies were bleak but her shape was speaking and quite knowing and as the noon passed the torch to the evening I started to fall into a chant or a belief in omens Like you’d do as a shorty in a coven The blue wind was blowing she whispered and said to me: would you like to learn a secret And dominated feeling weakness I obliged said “Girl for sure” And what it was I can’t be repeat’n But since that instant Life for me has been dithered and I hear an insistence , the quarks of it all Go skittering in the walls That girl called out what’s beating beneath this dump There’s always waste in lumps we can’t see but this is something with roots deep. She pulled her lips from my ear and the air slid back and I could hear the world again and I paused. We began to walk She let me off at my rickety old home I gave my old dog an old bones I heard a low drone of cicadas and Darkest crows chopped it up with Caws But I couldn’t keep it in The sounds of the world couldn’t suppress the tension in my skin I took my trusty old blade and incised her name on my ten knuckle bumps Since that day never seen men the same The walls scraped their shame onto me as I lay unable to sleep. This life shittt Ain’t none for The Weak (sing it with me)) x8 But nonetheless that girl was very sweet Quite sweet

...at least the beat is, groovy.

"Chairman of the Board/Chief of affections." 😂

Top 10 best instrumentals ever created

This was my song! Rest easy Amp! 🕊️ And thank you for making James Yancey (J Dilla) 🕊️a musical monster of a legend.