Sounds so soulful don’t you agree?

Make enough bread gotta feed these bad bitches Jab then I feint I see I gotchu mad flinching Her pussy crazy good mamii going ham clinching

Eat the pussy slow leo painting every wall I’m tryna hav her squirt the janitor will mop the floor Had her open but the breeze made her close the door But She tried to block me cuz 2 times I dubbed her calls

Imagine Jay Z’s face when he heard this for the first time

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I remembered this song when I young in the car on the radio

check check it’s the mc comin in with that 1 2 it’s me check checkin to see how old I gotta be to be with you i’ve been watching u on tv since I was just two wait never mind I think that is a lawsuit like drake i’m taking a dip in the kiddie pool ah ah ah what’s fight clubs number one rule go for a dive and see what you’ll find just a bunch of teenagers who can’t make up their mind celebrities always influencing the media now the the kids are treating ya like ur wikipedia “let’s sit down and talk abt the economy” girl please it’s been crashing since duteronomy I miss the old days with tv dinners and dora before we were trying to figure out what they could sell us more of “make up is making up for what you don’t have” maybe make up with your girlfriend before she starts to spaz I needa duck and hide before they put me out like tupac tryna rain on my parade bc my rhymes are too hot just kidding yall know I don’t like the beef but then again I was only vegetarian for a week

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Kanye for president 🎉

Here in 2024 ❤

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In case anybody interested I rapped over this beat on my channal

2024

2024 and it's still fire

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2024 anyone??

2024?

Who be here in 2024? 😅

anyone from 2023?

This shithole that you call home, bout to bring the wreckin ball inside this zone, nothin can stop me! i'm on my own, Niggaz get capped if they cap but ion got a strap, where are these bitches? I-wanna-tap, "radioactive" Imagine that. 1:01 Bomb ass niggaz! they think they're cool, But-I-don't-gotta-worry-about all of these- machorti! machorti! machorti! momma make some macaroni- bout-to-mix-it-wit-pepperoni-Mato-Macho! where's the tomato?? What?! where are your manners at? where is the bitch that you promise you-were-gonna-bring-back?

This reminds of an old motown song 😮😮😮😮

*_“First Verse”_* “20’ was a *_bitch year it’s clear_* but *_this here?_* Bring back thoughts of some Asian bunnies as I *_sip beers_* Ya sis don’t *_sip clear_* except for the *_dick dear_* Ya snake eyes’ my red-eye I’m a *_take-flight bookie_* My Wife’s waiting for me to eat the *_late-night cookie_* No *_grind_* no *_shine_* and ya boy *_Kay’s been in it_* Did this really only *_take Yay ten minutes?_* Well what more can I *_say, end sentence”_* *_“Second Verse”_* “Stop on a *_dime_* she’s still *_breaking neck_* Keep Crypto *_ties,_* still *_taking checks_* How old are we, let’s count the *_years_* on the *_bottles_* Liquidate happiness, *_tears_* through the *_throttle_* Can’t recall the *_fifth bar_* think I bought the *_fifth bar_* That *_Hazmat_* money, to *_Zaslav money,_* Share it they won’t *_cap_* my *_ass_* like *_ASCAP money_* Shades on 'What up mami' like I’m *_Bad Bunny”_* *_“Third Verse”_* “Say I’ve never seen brown coke I *_Clay Big em’_* Bored with my empire like *_Shea Whigam_* They’re *_rage quittin’_* ever since *_Kay’s spittin’_* *_Bailin’ Tailgatin’_* through life I *_stay idiom_* I *_baby em,’ maybe em,’_* get in girls *_craniums_* Dancing with girls with legs like the *_Sphinx huh?_* I like the sound of coming they like sounds of the *_BrinksTruck_* We met Swap fetishes hit me so we can *_kink up”_* *_“Fourth Verse”_* “Yo Watch me bar it up and *_bait_* the *_Latin Grammys_* Yo Watch me tear it up and *_taste_* her *_satin panties_* She says I’m’ a *_thin dyke_* but put it down my *_windpipe_* Then take me out to Vegas and show me how to *_sin right_* Blonde watch yours has a *_Trump like gloss_* To you slime It’s hi sir or what *_up my boss_* Ya late can’t figure out what a *_plug might cost_* I’m just trying to ferment the bread that *_Bud Light lost”_* *_“Fifth Verse”_* “College out, fork in the *_road Tokyo Drift_* New ho so you know I knock *_OVO hits_* It’s me and rationale that she *_blows beyond_* She’s mad I call her short fuse a war wick *_so Dionne_* She flipped out Now this bird is my x *_no E-lon_* People *_hang_* with you *_gang_* on you then *_harangue_* you Heard I’m planning trips and now you want to *_come to me?_* Miss me last day I see y’all pussies is *_Summer's Eve”_* *_“Sixth Verse”_* “Is the Pope’s Vatican *_basically_* just a *_trap house?_* If that ain’t a *_case c’est la vie_* get the *_cash out_* *_Since 6th sense friends tense_* on a *_piss test_* *_Flurry B_* poker *_sport to escort security_* Fine pussy needs purrtection she’s by the fur section *_Fake Fame Fatales game set in style_* *_Fool me_* never *_fooled again truly_* still a *_hooligan_* *_Beauties_* from *_Jerusalem_* call me *_cutie_* that’s the *_pseudonym”_* *_-KGodWill_*

Who here in 2023?

That infra bass 🔥

2023 and still glowing

It makes it easier, easier to bear You won't regret it, no, no Some girls they don't forget it Love is their only happiness, yeah Squee-, squee-, squee- (sounds so soulful, don't you agree?) Squeeze her, don't tease her (ow!) Never leave her Uh, I invented swag Poppin' bottles, puttin' supermodels in the cab Proof I guess I got my swagger back, truth New watch alert, Hublot's Or the big-face Rollie, I got two of those Arm out the window, through the city I maneuver slow Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes, Hov Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been? Niggas talkin' real reckless, stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em Now I'm 'bout to make 'em tuck they whole summer in They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again They ain't see me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week I was in my other, other Benz Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain (yea) Photoshoot fresh, lookin' like wealth I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live from the Mercer Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya Flee in the G450, I might surface Political refugee, asylum can be purchased Uh, everything's for sale, I got five passports I'm never goin' to jail I made Jesus walk, so I'm never goin' to hell Couture-level flow, it's never goin' on sale Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain't 'customed to goin' through customs You ain't been nowhere, hah? And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showin' off I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-, nah Welcome to Havana Smokin' cubanos with Castro in cabanas Viva México, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Drivin' Benzes, wit' no benefits Not bad, huh? For some immigrants Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels Can't you see? We gettin' money up under you Can't you see the private jets flyin' over you? Maybach bumper sticker read, "What would Hova do?" Jay is chillin'(uh), 'Ye is chillin' (uh) What more can I say? We killin' 'em Hold up, before we end this campaign As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change And pray that all of their pain be champagne

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I came in the game with a chip on my shoulder Looking at the competition, all these niggas is older Only got two favorite rappers, Jigga and HOVA I'm sipping the soda, Lamborghini equipped with a motor 'Till I hopped in the fast lane, reminiscing my past pains Carry it, the cash came, heritage from my last name (Uh) I'm from a tribe of brilliance, I buy the building Please hide the children, I'm 'bout to go on a killing spree Know you feeling me, got these rap poems, soliloquies Wife, I really need, these hoes a bunch of Billy Jeans Fake ass niggas, snake ass niggas Rapping fast but "What the fuck did you say?" ass niggas Type imported with Michael court in, your life distorted The best nigga out of the league since Michael Jordan Plotting what I'm 'bout to accomplish, quite enormous I don't have to write to forfeit, my nigga my life a story Call Spike Lee, tell him how I made it off of type beats I might be the nicest with the handles since Kyrie Rookie vet, came in the game, just took the check Bodying everything that I do, my nigga look at Flex Shoutout to my nigga Joey, court side at the Brooklyn Nets Told him I need a ticket, you gotta be specific My nigga, I bleed terrific and piss excellence My shit heaven sent, flowing like a sick veteran The difference between me and you Multiply your self worth by five trillion Your high ceilings still couldn't equal two Fraction of my worst shit, find your purpose But while my verses, you can learn something, go soul searching Now watch me spend these Benjamin Franklins Like what this nigga be thinking Never forgot to deposit that as memory bank and Hilary Swank and niggas should really be thanking The young God MC stopped the killing, he's dangerous

Bella Andre bella a tutti oggi mi sento in vena Fast life non ti accorgi anche dre si schema sbuffo paglie con ds stuntman gliel ho dato una volta si crede importante l indole mi dice che non è come le altre questa è vera roba nuova ti calpesta tipo suola repellenti rivelano infamie amicizie vere ho scelto sta base fra ho fatto bene? guarda chi mi ha scritto. UN TUONO! noooo questo beat si attinge a me vez mi chiamano tipo calcolatrice quando vedo andrea teneggi che le sputa in faccia sguardo da psycho sembra quasi ti minaccia. ed entriamo sulla traccia per spiegarti come si fa io land rover piu forex no non faccio finta l inizio della fine x3 facciamo come raffa ci buttiamo dal precipizio

8 BARI (Bari, home of the brave, Longo dove sei? Adri dove sei? io rappresento, da ceglie alla Bay, il lungomare vive su un mare blu come il zaffiro di bombay, emiro, emirato, dal catapano, dal sangue bizantino al sole catalano, la colonna dell’infame, un insulto profano, dalla Turchia il santo e il profugo siriano, un paese di mercanti, commercianti siriani, nei mercati costellati da carte da briscola o scopa, una terra libera poi diventata colonia, chi parte poi se lo sogna, chi rimane poi lo agogna) la senti? è Bari, casa dei caimani, pescatori solcano i mari come i pirati di Salgari, la pelle dei mutanti, le branchie per respirare fuori dai mari, mentre i pastori, trovano ossigeno su territori lunari, i ragazzini, sono corsari, gli orecchini d’oro, amuleti rari, perchè sanno che moriranno in posti lontani, la vita di chi sa che il mondo è porto, è quella dei pirati, gli apache cantano in tondo come gli sciamani, prima vendono il fumo, poi ne fanno segnali, se ayauasca e peroni ci avranno inebriati, avremo prospettiva e non vista mare per conti salati, i palazzinari, hanno i denti affilati, i centri popolari sciabolano come gli ottomani, i centri del potere amano gli spazi vacui, per questo centri sociali vengono sgombrati, la giunta non giunge ad alcuna conclusione, il questore, non parla, e innocenti sono indiziati, gli anziani cantastorie con gli accenti mozzati, gli strozzini fanno i conti ad addendi cambiati, le signore sulla rete solo per fare gli strascinati, tuo nonno ara la terra, sugli attenti, i caporali, bambini assoldati, panettieri assonnati, sbirri sempre infami, se la prendono con il fumo nel frattempo gli incendi son divampati, nel frattempo gli organi di stato sono stati rigettati, nonostante i trapianti, e i mali mai rimarginati, leghiamo ancora ribellione e non ci siamo mai fermati, per ogni figlia che lascia casa per andare avanti, per ogni figlio che muore nelle fila dei soldati, senza un uniforme, un distintivo e senza gradi, ne nasceranno nuovi, criminali o santi, la pelle scura, i capelli neri e arruffati, cresceranno con nonne che son devote ai santi, più che alla bandiera, ai confini e ai dazi, perchè chi nasce in mare sa che il mondo è un porto, e che in ogni masso si nasconde uno scoglio dal quale tuffarsi, ti sembrerà un altro mondo, quando inizieranno a parlarsi, non parleranno italiano potrebbe essere Farsi, un misto di Swahili, sono preghiere e canti, non sembreranno italiani, ricordati non lo sono, perchè si nasce in magna grecia e poi si muore briganti Questa è Bari

FUOOORI CLASSE ZIOOO

Rocking it, 2023

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anyone still vibin to this 2023??

2023 baby

2023

Who watching in 2023

Scrivo strofe un po' per sfogo, salto buchi tipo pogo non voglio erba io non sono un diplodoco mangio il mondo, mica l'erba se in Italia Fibra regna io sono Bono, il flusso insegna sai che ogni mia rima è bella J EN migliore in Sardegna quando tutti dissa sveglia anche il patrono questa gente è indegna di ascoltare il rap non è buono, chi dice che il rap è roba di galera non sopporto, chi la pensa in questo modo, chi ha il new era parla troppo dice che qui conta fare solamente il disco d'oro, e non sente dentro la passione che arde come un fuoco, in tutti i b Boys che spingono l'hip hop Bro per bisogno, penso che senza di esso adesso sarei proprio morto, il rap mi ha salvato è la poesia che colora il mio mondo, io mi sento un re solo se penso a coronare un sogno, son profondo nella paranoia nera non sprofondo, credo che l'hip hop se tu lo ascolti bene scava affondo, e ti cambia dentro troppo bello quello che io provo, parte dal cemento e punta al centro del tuo cuore si fa per amore da quando lo faccio ha sciolto dentro un nodo, vivo per questa passione mi ha portato via da un rogo.

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Verse 1: Justin Bieber] Justin Bieber Damn damn J.B, where the hell you been Yeah I got a new necklace, diamonds 2 big face Rollies, no I ain't lyin' Making momma so proud that she cryin' Yeah you say I'm crazy? Guess that makes two But I never knew that dreams really came true Started playing drums when I was only 2 Now we kick it in Japan, kung-fu So I'm heading for the gold, I'm sweating I swear Otis Redding will be oh-so ready I already got ahead-y of the game, I'm with Kenny And we steady getting many, I mean money Riding in an all-black Benz with the all black rims And we looking at some 10s through our all-black lenses Verse 2] I thanked Jesus at the awards I'm never going to hell Call me Zack Morris, I'm saving you by the bell My girl says I'm perfect she just loves an imperfect person perfectly Personally I think she is perfectly perfect I get it done abundantly, she wants to get up under me I swear I got a hun' of these cause baby I'm a money tree So be my little honey be my little-bitty bunny I got honeys all up on me baby I just get it done-y Possibly you're probably thinking this type of swag is impossible And logically will probably but you just take me lyrically Try to feel me spiritually, get out your mind literally There's a bigger me inside this little me Screaming out I should make history I am like a mystery, hated by jealousy cause they envy me Run up on my enemies see if they remember me Soon as they remember me I wipe away their memory Can't you see the private jets flying over you? I ain't even notice but my focus on my photos Might be bogus, no they shouldn't be a photoshoot It's funny how you wanna take my picture and it's like your first time Playing with camera claiming that "It's not mine" Just calm down, you don't gotta hurry Don't be nervous, you don't gotta worry And my fans are like my glasses, yeah without them I'd be blurry

"It took Kanye 15min to make this beat." - LIKE NO. It took this man five beats a day for three summers to be able to make this beat in 15 minutes.

Who's here in 2022?

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Hot headed, heart heavy, Trust me, you not ready! Get bodied by the blonde mop higher than Tom Petty, I'm free fallin, aye Ye, roll me a jay up, The way I be ballin, Man it look like a lay up, It's too easy.. new weezy, I'm Ill, The crew queezy at will, Standing still while the booth leanin, Highs and lows, how it goes, I suppose, One thing I learnt long agos No one really knows, Cops searchin high, So ya know guy lay low, Devil on his shoulder tryna knock off his halo, "Stay outta trouble" Even Jays ma say so, Stay smart with ya heart, Never sang for a ho, Bet my phone rang tho, Never had a Bey so I never bought a rang for it, Single ladies got they hands up! Not for the bouquet, Thats for the band son, Ali with the word play, Best young an handsome up an comer comin up quick as a snap son, clap clap clap, When I leave um on a canvas

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