is this free to use?

Yess

Why is the beat so damn quiet ???

I always thought this and Kick in the Door was the hardest shit on that album.

Lindo

 BTS’ V Drops ”White Christmas” Rendition | Billboard News BTS’ V Drops ”White Christmas” Rendition | Billboard News     "Jealousy Woes II" lyrics Eminem Lyrics Escucha "Jealousy Woes II" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) "Jealousy Woes II" Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous?! What he mean "jealous"? Know what I'm sayin'? He just mad 'cause he all with them ugly hoes, know what I'm sayin'? Girls don't buy him no clothes He bought that ho some clothes! He don't buy me no clothes That nigga ain't got no money, no vibe, no dick I mean, what do I got to be jealous for? He ain't gonna make it nowhere He ain't got no type of time He has no career move, I mean… I come home every single day from workin' double shifts And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts I come inside and you pretend you miss me When you kiss me, then you diss me And we strenuously fight continuously Again you frisk me, for numbers, tryin' to bust me It must be only just because you never learned to trust me Plus we only squabble over irrelevant issues Too many tissues for my feelings you misuse I buy you jewelry, you make a fool of me I bring you diamond rings, you say I'm bad at timin' things So what's a man to do When all I hand to you is handed back to me? You act to be this gangsta bitch That ain't what first attracted me I used to love your company Now you're always pumpin' me for information And you tell your friends you plan on dumpin' me So I'ma wait for your evacuation 'Cause every accusation Makes me wanna smack your face in See, I've never been so sure, and you're just insecure So my solution to your jealousy presents a cure I recommend you take your things and check 'em in Look at the nervous wreck I'm in I need my second wind-say what?! Jealo-! Jealousy! Jealousy! Fuck you and what you going through! Fuck Eminem! He just mad 'cause I left that nigga for another man Me and Eminem don't need nothin' but minus money Immature, me? Nigga ain't got no dick No swang in his thang, know what I'm sayin'? He just mad 'cause I'm gettin' it all night Jealous of me, know what I'm sayin'? That's what I'm talkin' about Motherfucker just tryin' to get this pussy I used to be a puppet and a sucker for your silent treatments I used to be intoxicated with your sweet scents Until the day I started followin' your feet prints And tappin' in your phone conversations Through the heat vents-it made complete sense There's someone else you like So I confronted you and asked you, "Who was Mike?" And you was like, (I need a new nigga) "Someone rich that I could follow And you'll be over me by the time you see tomorrow." Leavin' me in sorrow, Brandy never felt so broken-hearted I fell apart when you departed, then the jokin' started I was an open target, you play comedian And I became the laughing stock But now I'm on my feet again And so we meet again, you're actin' like an ex-wife All in my sex life, I got a message from Phife It goes, "You didn't want me to see yo' hon Don't want me now, take the towel, wipe your brow!" Quit tryin' to hunt me down! You run me down and now your tryin' to apologize For all the lies and every time you made me ball my eyes Because I got a bigger wallet size, you wanna swing it Jealousy is in the house, y'all-fellas, sing it! Jealo-! Jealousy! Jealousy! Submit Corrections Escucha "Jealousy Woes II" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) AZLyrics E Eminem Lyrics album: "Infinite" (1996)  Infinite W.E.G.O. (Interlude) It's Ok 313 Tonight Maxine Open Mic Never 2 Far Searchin' Backstabber Jealousy Woes II Search Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by  Copyright © 2000-2024 AZLyrics.com

Bro infinite type beat 3 please!!!

‘92 was definitely the peak year for popular music containing multiple samples. Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg, Jump Around, Hip Hop Hooray, and this.

Yall niggas be cappin for the look I was goin easy but now I’m the hardest I got you bitches shook Nigga hit it once now he hooked I know you a hatin hoe I can read yall bitches like a book Nigga gangsta I know he be Talkin on the internet Ion do choppas I’d kick a bitch in the chest Let yo nigga like my pics and leave him lead on like the rest My money so green you thought it would bigger than yo less Big bank im too tall Throwin fists like football Type to leave you and hang up on a call Type to make ya feel like it was your first time and then leave it to you all of it all I ain’t no fucking princess, bitch im a boss Nigga hatin on me oh well a loss is a loss Kong I’ve bitches my lifestyle because they don’t know what it cost They ask me why I feel like a hunnid because I do me and my bank be too long Big bank take lil bank 2x Bitch i aint yo friend or enemy Leave me the fuck alone or we beefin for free Better than all you niggas, I feel like a million dollar fee Buss down middle part, you a side hoe sorry aint sorry

Tekst: Pusti brate price nek su svi junaci a mi isti bili ljudi pricali blizanci grmika je samo pa spusteni su kapci u nas stalno pozar dolaze nan vatrogasci Pusti brate price nek su svi ludjaci kazes brate neradin samo cu dobaci bockaju na sitno pa ih zovemo komarci vamo carobiraju splitski carobnjaci A bili smo isto onda a di smo sad svak svojin puten ide ti i ja i jedan dan valjda ipak svemu dodje kraj a dok dobro je i traje samo tom se ne nadas isto drustvo iste price sve vise manje slicne trcali smo naprid dok smo gazili rikverc danas pohlepa prevladava i svi su ljudi solo ptice sitis li se mene moja stara lutalice naravski lipse bilo ti je onda jer si bia mlad al isto cudno nekako prominia se grad svak ceka tudji pad a ja cekan listopad kad tad svima vama doce jad i hlad a ti samo crtas kazes svi ste zakurac zamucan vidin nisi vise napucan zatucan kazes da san jer si naivan a po ocima ti vidin nisi vise aktivan Pusti brate price nek su svi junaci a mi isti bili ljudi pricali blizanci grmika je samo pa spusteni su kapci u nas stalno pozar dolaze nan vatrogasci Pusti brate price nek su svi ludjaci kazes brate neradin samo cu dobaci bockaju na sitno pa ih zovemo komarci vamo carobiraju splitski carobnjaci A trta te i mrta skanka punog vrta hoda san poljima dugih bilih crta hoda san brate samo puston obalon u splitu nismo u krizi nego nan je dosadno i sve je kod nas ode strogo poslovno i tuku nas sa svih strana nebi da je Borovo u meni olovo bit san skolovo ajmo ruke gore brate kome nije dovoljno i nikom ode nista nije povoljno jos samo jedna lajna i sve je gotovo Pa koliko je ostalo zivota ovoga kupili bi dobroga ali neman pologa svi su neki misteri svaka kuja gospodja sve mi klizi nizbrdo nebi da je tobogan A ogledalo mi kaze da smo krivih odraza zaustavit se vise ne moze niti normalan pa je neugodan posta mi ovaj polozaj svi se brate sad vesele nebi da je ponocka Sve je neki krimi jimi svi su neki tinki vinki ti si sine dule pacov ja san isti gazda miki fjube spremaju za miting lose radis dobro mislis srce cesto teze raste iako je isto misic kako nisi skonta kliknit ides mi na kikiriki dvadesetu svicu pusen a jos iz picke smo friski gubu malo rjede vidin ali to me cini zivin trava nema isti miris zrakon nije samo kisik nisan bas od neke mode ali pari mije stilist godine su tako prosle a mi vise nismo isti patike mi gaze pijesak tvrdin koracima picin ptice vise ni ne lete ti si samo novi pingvin generacije se vrte jos po klupama se sidi koke znan te od malena jos od kad si bila pilic tu i tamo metak pukne odma u gace se piski vise nikoga ne sljivin udren brate solo piknik ako si me konta sjeba brate dobices po picki zakurac ti brate biznis kad po ulici se gine svi smo brate brokva boysi mada niko nije cigi ja bi tia kucu dite ali neman ni za cigli a ti nosas filip plein mada vise nemas kinti ako nemas toga ode brate odma bolje cikni nemas lovu imas srca jebiga pa ti si bivsi svi smo od malena roblje novcici su samo bitni vamo zivi se za fjaku,more i 11 bilih ja san bia mladi postar ali volia san brifing ja san bia morsko dite ali dosta mije lignji i kad zagusti ti sranje ostati ce samo bliznji zato hahara se kloni na vrime od sranja bizi nadji neki krpa posa miran san i obraz cisti budi brate jak na sake solo sam ces sebe stitit ulizice zaobidji i svih onih sta su fini a ako imas dar za repa dodji brate samnon snimi jugoliga oko nas je a mi pravimo se slipi a ja repati cu dalje da mi tigri nisu bisni zato daj mi brate besu kada vidis me na bini

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Could you remake this beat. kzbin.info/www/bejne/Z4OUmGx4ocd0hqsfeature=shared

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - James Howard Beats - California Love - Tupac Amaru Shakur Feat Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman [Produced By Dr. Dre] [Year: 1995] [Album: All Eyez On Me] [Official Music Video]

hey bro, can i use this for my video?

i want to hold you contral you Never seen a soul like yours before,bout,girl,adore you would die for you your ex old news follow me i'll show you I'm going to come up 내 친구들을 위해 I'm going to come up 다시 한번 나를 위해 매일 도전하지 매번 다른사람과 경쟁하지않아 절대로 백배로 다시 돌려내 When I was happy 다시 웃고 있을 꺼니 준비할꺼니I told you to be nervous

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - James Howard Beats - 10 Crack Commandments - The Notorious B.I.G. [Produced By DJ Premier] [Year: 1997] [Album: Life After Death] [Official Music Video]

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - James Howard Beats - Ambitionz Az A Ridah - Tupac Amaru Shakur [Produced By Delmar Arnaud Daz Dillinger] [Year: 1996] [Album: All Eyez On Me] [Official Music Video]

Overview Lyrics Listen Artists Maxine! Hello Can I speak to Maxine? (Maxine) Yeah, this is me, what's up? What's up? Who's this? Denaun Yeah, what's up? (Maxine) What are you doing? Nothing, just laying in bed Huh? Nothing, just laying in bed Why? I don't know, thinking 'bout something freaky to do I know this crack fiend, Maxine, who needs a vaccine She tests positive, but tells you that her act's clean Plus she got a sugar daddy Gassin' every hooker that he takes in to crook her badly If you mistook her, sadly, on her reputation You're in jeopardation, if you ain't got no preparation When you stepped away, son, she got her face done Lookin' provocative, she'll let you knock it If you press the issue, and get undressed to kiss you If you match the price, otherwise she won't look at you twice But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency To go to the emergency 'cause it burns to pee Don't bring your germs to me, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it While you're fightin' your fuckin' disease, tryna clear it (Maxine) Sometimes I wonder, what's your purpose in life? That is to get with every brother And unveil one of his kids Shit, you livin' trife Got three kids at home, and club-hoppin' every night You say it's gonna stop But it just slows down And then speeds back to a regular pace There is no end to this Mystery, whatever your reason even tends to be You say you wanna be with me, but how can you say that When you got niggas hidin' in your closet? I refrain from gettin' angry But you keep on actin' strangely I met this girl last week She was a freak, and she liked me So I stepped on it and then asked my homies And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas Big game over there and take notes, while I get this number I stepped to her, first I cleared my throat And said, "Hey, bitch, haven't I seen you before?" Looked at my nigga, turned around and got slapped Threw up my hands, and said, "Oh, it's like that?" She said she just broke up with her nigga and shit She started cryin', and asked me to forgive her and shit She said her name was Maxine So I told her I got her number She asked could I give her mine too Got to the crib and called her up We got into a good conversation That's when she asked me could I fuck I said, "Maxine, check this out Give me your addres, s I'll be through and you'll find out" Got to the crib, she let me in She didn't waste time, she grabbed my hand And proceeded to the bedroom I said, "Hold up, and stop proceedin', you rushin' things" What the fuck are you doing? So I went for my protection Took off my clothes and started flexin' As she went for my midsection I threw her down as I tore off her shirt Pulled out my jimmy and I thought about puttin' in work Before I hit it she said, "Three, don't get mad But there's somethin' that I gotta tell your ass" I said "What is it? Another nigga? It's okay" She said, "No I forgot to tell you That I got AIDS, I got a problem" (Maxine) Hey Maxine What? You thinkin' about suckin' my dick? Yeah, for a small price For a small price? What you mean? You know, money, nigga You don't need no damn money I can't give you no money anyways, I heard you got some shit What you, what you hear I got? AIDS Who told you that bullshit? My nigga Kyu, he wouldn't lie Well, if that's the case, Kyu got it then Oh for real, it's like that? Well, I ain't got shit, so he ain't got shit And if he do, he ain't get that shit from me I ain't fuckin' around with no third nigga Fuck that, I ain't fuckin' with you No, see You got that shit, I ain't gotta fuck with you Hold on, why it ain't even like that Nigga, I'm tryna get paid, fuck it Source: LyricFind

Vivir para soñar,soñar para vivir,a todo pronostico,p,mi esperma con tus colicos si el sol me quems hoy yo si a fresco al borde de la luna,en mi mundo soy el conde y nada me destrona,aunque me vea en la lona,me cojo de las cuerdas,tecuerdo que yo mismo me respaldo ya no pierdo los minutos y vivo sin el saldo,sal de mi misantropía que ya veo cómo ovejas a las arpias,arpas que me dicen desconfía de demonios te suben a un podio,pa tirarte al abismo astrología en noches de insomnio cordura en manicomios manías del pedazo,no soy dectetive pa seguir los pasos hoy voy a mi ya no creo en fracaso,no te engaño y franco,mi lazo con el rap son trazos de mi esencia,cuerpo alma y energía,son la magia que me guía con el poder de Cristo,ayer yo no creía y hoy me a hace sonría,no fabriqué fantasias,la galaxia es su realista y te engañes al mirar,viven en bikini y en su casa no hay mar

Decidido encendido con la llama gloria,elegancia a lo notorious,dinoaurios persiguen a ls ciclopes,ciclos se acaban y suenan las trompetas,en el fondos de las aguas de la droga esconden los dragones,muchos mueren los el habré otros viven de ambiciones por eso voy con angeles que habitan en mis pieles,sales para reir yo entro pa vivir probar para imitar,sentir para avanzar,el silencio pa alcanzar esos lugares,paz para la tumba y lis hogares el odio carcomiendo a los mortales pienso luego éxisto en mi mismo de ,busca el proposito y dale hasta final,persigue tu oresa como un animal,ayer me oerdido hoy me subo la moral,de mi maquinaria saco esmeralda y meneral soy la fuerza de lo terrenal la tierra con el fuego bsila el vals se les dio el bien prefieron hscer mal

Salgo pa la calle y me encuentro con neblina,la base es mi criterio a mi ninguno me apadrina,la musa me da vida y la asesino dn otra rn u dimencion por pasion atencion que seoara la verdad de la ficcion,el mundo que planteas lo llevas a la accion la pistas me raptan pasar el rato,abriendo puertas como kratos empieza el rito la misa se llena de pilatos,conozco la existencia de esos pensamientos por eso me apodo maquinando maquinas de guerra se van apagando si el supremo lo desea,el univerdo me posee pa narrar esta odisea peter parker escasea pero kenny es cualquiera hijos de puta,por los tattos o las fotos te aplican la cicuta,con o sin razon, conoces mis palabras mas no mi corazon,alaba los humanos enriquerece a ese mazon,busca tu pasion y vuelve un experto,no te quedes corto se el agua en el dicierto la calma del volcan el ojo para el tuerto

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Welcome back🙏

This track still goes hard , dare i say harder than doja's

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Is it possible to buy this beats as unlimited Leasing? Or is to much like the original?

Du willst mitspielen, ich zeig dir wie es gemacht wird. Meine Augen sind so trocken, Meine Haut ist Absinth. Alle meine Jungs, sind die, dich ich nicht brauche. Alle deine Hoes wollen ficken wenn’s Nacht wird. Straps, Meine Haare sind geleckt, Graue Tracks, back to back, schick Text plus mit irgendeiner Snap. Meine Intentions sind schlecht, plus unendlich versteckt. Club Gage, ich fick eine Wand bevor ich Puff fahre. Ich guck grade, Sie hat schöne Ohren und eine Stupsnase. Beißt sich auf die Lippen, guckt weg, guckt wieder hin. Lächelt kurz, streicht sich ihre Haare weg von ihrem Kinn. Unsere Augen Treffen sich über irgendeine Distanz. Das ist ein Signal wenn nicht Ist sie nh Bitch dann. Ich komme nah, mach mein Mund auf, und st-st-stotter. Ah geh mir weg mit diesem Bitches wollen nur dein Schotter. Plus Wenn sogar Phillip eine haben kann, Ihr Problem ist sie ist viel zu willig und das Tage lang. Macht sich Kopf von was sie trägt und ihre Fit‘s, Steht vor ihrem Spiegel und bewegt sich hier zu mit. Du hast niemals mit ihr wirklich geredet und gechillt, aber trotzdem stresst du rum mit wem sie schläft und wen sie fickt. Und Ich kann sehen du bist abfuckt, Bitches ficken, Drogen ticken sowie ein Kanake macht. Ich hab es gemacht obwohl ich garnicht mit Kanaken war. Das nenn ich Schicksal, deine Sippe nenn ich Huren. Sag mir bitte wie kann ich was finden denn ich liebe suchen.

Thanks Dilla for picking me up while I'm down

Ayo man, what's up, man? Hey yo, you been here all day, man Y'all been here every weekend, man I don't ever get a chance to rap first, man! That's 'cause you wack! What? I ain't wack, nigga, I got some raps for all y'all Nigga, my raps fresh, I'ma bust my raps first Y'all can bust, you can bust yours after me if you want to No, no, man, I'm goin' first Man, I'm gettin' tired of everybody always runnin' rap first Man, you always rap first, I'm rappin' I don't care what none of y'all say, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, nigga Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? Point him out! Man, I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? (I wanna know, I wanna know) I said who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? (I wanna know, I wanna know) I'll have you taken back to Christ when you're sacrificed The way you're hacked and sliced, when I fill your back with knives Jackin' life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan For blowin' up the stage with illegal contraband I stomped your man, so unless you want what he got You best just set the mic down, I'm steamin' like a teapot I make the D hot, people get in my face and ask If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask It's an amazin' task to battle with success I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less And win a slug fest, I get physical like physicians Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions Wicked wizardry like a sorcerer, no remorse for you When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra So feel the force of my spiritual images Slicin' up an enemy's appendages 'til he hemorrhages My skin itches every time a rapper recites And when he's through with his verse I'm all covered in flea bites You wanna see fights, I got a match for ya You couldn't flip shit playin' in toilets with a spatula Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? Point him out! Man, I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? (I wanna know, I wanna know) Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? (I wanna know, I wanna know) You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespectin' me You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a TEC to me Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier Inferior, deteriorate, like bacteria Materially, killin' serially, clearly you'll see How much in fear when you hear me you'll be Shiver and shake, quiver and quake Bite a rhyme and feel your jaw get stiffer and ache Wither and break, you slitherin' snake Gibberin' fake, fibber and flake I'll twist you in a different shape And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake If this is a dream, you wish you can wake Every diss you can take, personal We ain't friends tryin' to make amends If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take offense I make intense masterpieces Then smash to pieces your last releases You pass diseases, that's the reasons I'm showin' you the proper way to operate a mic So pass it like a hot potato I've never been less than clever and fresh Severin' flesh of fools who never impressed ever infest Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? Point him out! Man, I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? (I wanna know, I wanna know) Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic, man And said that you can flow? Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic And then said that you can flow? (I wanna know, I wanna know) Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? Point him out! I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? (I wanna know, I wanna know) (Ayo, let me get that mic, man) Who the fuck passed you the mic And said that you can flow? Who the fuck passed you the mic? Who the fuck passed you the mic? (I got the rhymes, bitch, I'll kick that shit) Fuente: LyricFind Genius genius.com › Eminem-open... Eminem - Open Mic Lyrics Open Mic Lyrics: Hey yo, what's up, man? / Hey yo, you been here all day, man / Y'all been here every weekend, man / I don't ever get a chance to rap first, ... Vídeos 4:02 🎉

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Bro Tysm for making this instrumental because it got one of my yt shorts 10k views

i love you for this commentima F**** this up for you.....

Dope dope 😮

I need one with the other voices but not em's verses, the one that says "that girl is on the floor" and the "ouuuu" at the beginning 😫

Yo pongo la M, en MVP Reservacion 5 estrellas, no airbnb Tengo un plug que conoci en mis tiempos de la 6 Lo que canta Peso Pluma te lo conseguí, la rosa No hago ni una hora en la rumorosa Mi espiritu animal es un Ferrari Testarossa. Nunca se me quitan las ganas, solo la prenda Y el dia que lo comprenda, la voy hacer mi esposa Me hecho insensible, conozco las heridas Lo que no me pagan, se cobra en la vida Trajes a mi medida, a mi manera, Sinatra Me toca pastel siempre no importa quien lo parta Me para un policia, que me identifique? Hagalo usted, aqui no hay pa que mastique “Que no ves mi placa? viene mi foto” “Que no ves mi jersey? Y no soy Juan Soto” Mami, te gusta que sea gracioso? Yo se que ser rico no es contagioso Por eso sigo con los mismos desde abajo Cuando gane mas me gano a menos rencorosos Si me escucha el presidente que sepa que su anti balas no es suficiente Ocupa ser duro como lo que estoy diciendo Yeah, what? Que? no se si me entiendo

Can i buy an mp3 lease?

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This is a fantastic beat

I swear it’s hard to stay sober With all this weight on my shoulder I been Tryna fight temptation but it keeps taking me over homecides flood the streets this shit making me colder Wish they put the guns down lots of pain in these holster And i just peeped the news another kid got shot It Got me praying up to god they never hit my block Cuz my girl got a son and he’s the same age And I never want to have to feel that same pain Another broken heart in this world tryna maintain Another young soul lost to the bang bang Tell me how many people you lost the same way And y’all really still out here tryna gang bang Seems like the musics really fucking with your brains mang Cuz half these rappers wherent hard till the fame came Fake personas promoting violence for a payday Breaks your heart when it’s the rapper you thought would change thangs Guess they got a new whip and had to change lanes

god imagine mf doom on a beat like this

🎶 "Time, time for you to die, as I kiss your ass, goodbye! Time, time for you to die, as I kiss your ass, goodbye!" 🎶

I’m reading Isaiah, 55:8 and 9, approach a player from behind “Can I have your time?”, I ask the guy And if they reply with an “Aye”, let James proselytise Get his eyes raised, curious like children Bring down their pride like buildings Demolish the feelings that drive them to execute Kill wallies, get them laid out like vegetables and I don’t stall, when speaking out like a roll call Soul full of passion like fruit from the Spanish Ain’t spit changed Except when Christ came to reestablish the faith And how free we live today, kid’s amazed I hate false chaps Rather give back than ‘Snatch’ like Brick Top’s lads It’s mad wild, ill how when I pray I feel a change of style My heart yells, “Wow!” Now I’m a child Taken way back to the ‘90’s, it’s well-worth while No denying the applying The iron of God got this blind wretch smiling Every time I walk round righteous A guv’nor wanna slag me off and jump on my stick Abba - Father, Rapha, confront a shotta Show them how you break fellers proper, please!

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This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But fuck 'em, he knows the code, it's not about the salary It's about reality and making some noise Making a story, making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up Who the hell is he anyway, he never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect He's only focused on what he wrote; his will is beyond reach And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent beer Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames Then heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game Came back, dropped Megadef, took 'em to church I like bleach, man, Ryu had the stupidest verse This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots His stock's through the roof; I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name They call him Ryu he's sick, and he's spittin' fire and Mike Got him out the dryer he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine; he's a prick; he's a cock The type women want to be with and rappers hope he get shot Eight years in the makin' patiently waitin' to blow Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe He's got a partner in crime; his shit is equally dope You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat He's not your every day on the block He knows how to work with what he's got Makin' his way to the top He often gets a comment on his name People keep asking him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? No, he's livin' proof that he rockin' the booth He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard It seems like he's never got time Because he writes every note and he writes every line And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind It's like a design is written in his head every time Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme And those motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signed Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it? This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Hi Nice old skool vibe. Can you send me wav or 320kbp mp3 file?

Longlivejahseh - We never forget you Jahseh

He died 2 soon I believe 2pac was that goon ×2 Brought the CD once But it was by two's When we load up We bust off by the plurals Siamese index finger squeeze Niggas please bleed like us In trust even your mom's will try to set that ass up! Flammable Wisdom of mr.coles Sipping rum out of Stanley cups Hers are double D's February nature It was two and born a day short!!!

One of the best beats ive ever heard! Uploaded a song to my channel if youd like to check it out. Appreciate you James! 💯