real, RAW & dirty b¡tch-slap track. just how i like it
@bramsounotsukoАй бұрын
Obligé de com pour être le 667
@scorpmaanАй бұрын
I've been looking for this joint!!!
@scorpmaanАй бұрын
2024
@adadadad5357Ай бұрын
It’s still BANGING
@dian72582 ай бұрын
Fkn banger🔥🔥🔥
@paterneobame54222 ай бұрын
''j'ai du mal à t'expliquer ce que j'raconte dans ls disc''en francais facile. Trop fort l'ecriture🎤🎤
@alexfkn2 ай бұрын
i love ths beat
@jean-pierreanon40782 ай бұрын
💣
@void_gazer2 ай бұрын
💜
@gabrielmse123453 ай бұрын
What sample?
@Polaarsky3 ай бұрын
My Dear cousin Malik... i sure Miss you Beloved
@OakCityGamers4 ай бұрын
I’ve seen them
@Agent_3or_captain4 ай бұрын
[Verse 1] It seems I'm only me in sleep Where we meet in dream At the concrete bottom of the brody garage bridge you just jumped from Who would've ever thought art school could be so sickening Wearing a werewolf mask, you tuck your shirt in You said its nice to look like you just stepped out of a movie And sure, you look cinematic Silhouette in the edge of a roof of a car parked Under the orange sun set sky With an empty sketch pad and a werewolf mask We always meet too late after you done did it Put cracks in concrete fifty feet from where I first saw you stand A pack of little birds peck at your flesh and your monster mask As I reach to touch your shoes to track the trail of where you've been [Chorus] The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process [Verse 2] We seem to be sinking deeper into a vat of honey glaze Shall we live Or shall we laminate ourselves into a standard appetizing position At school, next quarter, all the supply lists Call for Reynold's Wrap and contact paper Report covers and lacquer am I here to something something Or start a dead butterfly collection William Howard Taft is appalled that as an artist I wouldn't want to overindulge in a set of Highly toxic and rare natural pigments Or beautiful paper to waste the rainforests with But friends, we no longer rave for glitzy masters Who paint gold leaf holy babies at the backs of cathedrals And that's a fact Jack
@Iamtommy694 ай бұрын
R.I.P MAX AZZARELLO
@beatchewup5 ай бұрын
Back again 2024. I still make beats inpired by this shit...
@beatchewup5 ай бұрын
Here in 2024!!!
@oldschool16335 ай бұрын
Justice à l'école des bouchons nos bruits de société à l'esprit d'un savoir sans vagues et com 5
@oldschool16335 ай бұрын
Soie disant l'école s'adapte à la maison d'un esprit commun 11 old tonino....
@oldschool16335 ай бұрын
Nos vergules à l'accueil d'une direction sans suites à l'accueil blahblah rien du savoir et comment sans ponctuations Old11
@fbfbnl6 ай бұрын
And that's a fact Jack
@No.organdonor6 ай бұрын
2025
@RandyClark-zq1il6 ай бұрын
Everything. In. Me. That is 3:34
@RandyClark-zq1il6 ай бұрын
❤ 0:57
@RandyClark-zq1il6 ай бұрын
5
@JapanFriend6 ай бұрын
❤
@thibaud83476 ай бұрын
Alors je vis un ange debout dans le soleil. Il cria d'une voix forte à tous les oiseaux qui volaient au zénith : Venez, rassemblez vous pour le grand festin de Dieu, pour manger la chair des rois, la chair des chefs, la chair des puissants, la chair des chevaux et ceux qui les montent, la chair de tous les hommes, libres et esclaves, petits et grands. Et je vis la bête, les rois de la terre et leurs armées, rassemblés pour combattre le cavalier et son armée. La bête fut capturée, et avec elle le faux prophète qui, par les prodiges opérés devant elle, avait séduit ceux qui avaient reçu la marque de la bête et adoré son image. Tous deux furent jetés vivants dans l'étang de feu et de soufre. Les autres périrent par le glaive qui sortait de la bouche du cavalier, et tous les oiseaux se rassasièrent de leurs chairs Apocalypse 19:17-21
@yanisgoudjil97146 ай бұрын
Aliii etais a des année lumières 🥵
@Jason_Van_Stone7 ай бұрын
2024 and still 😮
@potatofetishist8 ай бұрын
only know of mr lif from the perceptionist. really like this
@TheGraveyShow8 ай бұрын
I met Mr. Life in 2006 at Pearl St in Northampton at an Aesop Rock / El-p / Cage show. He was very nice, and also. Kenny Florian fuckin rules haha
@andreasflacotreaneriksson62478 ай бұрын
Invigningen 2003-4
@sitramaybe8 ай бұрын
2024 and im still bumpin this shit. Sift heads is goated
@chirkotelhin18068 ай бұрын
featuring porn is insane
@Corleonekabamba358 ай бұрын
Israël donne du respect à ton aîné Ismaël Ali est fort
@Corleonekabamba358 ай бұрын
L'instrumental peut te glacer Booba#Ali le texte est super
@KayesHaze8 ай бұрын
I heard once that Aesop Rock is actually a time traveller who’s travelled back to warn us of things to come, but has to encrypt his messages in poetry so only the wise and knowledgable may receive them; in order to take the right actions for change to happen.
@sergeyzhavoronkov23859 ай бұрын
Просто и со вкусом. Услышал многие годы назад, музыка за это время не потеряла свою изюминку. Слушая, возвращаюсь в тот прекрасный летний день, солнце, прошёл дождь, свежесть, время ближе к вечеру, уверенный взгляд в будущее.
@machinaprivada9 ай бұрын
So many memories!
@baronmind9549 ай бұрын
Man obviously thank you is not a worthy expression... I really hope to survive all of this to thank you for everything in person...
@isabellecorriger30299 ай бұрын
Banlieue. 😢
@elpanchosancho210 ай бұрын
This summers jam fo sho!!! I gonna be bumping this at tge bbq
@adgrMAG10 ай бұрын
[Verse 1] You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions Paragon Pendragon tactician on free-form That uncomfortable, silenced pride of combat cliques That unexpected zephyr, the cyclone shifts Worked up, you're shooken. Jutted to the side I stagger this vagabond wandering minstrel forms your phobia Worst fear. The terror-stricken muted The roots of all evil I've rooted pinnacle Poised with pride pouncing to break your stride, forsaken Agony rides inside the heartache wretched condition My intuition felt you slip up You tripped alone what are you aiming for? Or the useless tries to classify your genus, distorted fetus Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the malediction Malleable martyrs get molded, then folded under pressure Dowsed with scenes of slaughter suspension Bridge over troubled water drown, sound study intensive My square drops to erase your lines like Tetris Relentless agent hush horrendous circles on my pavement Two sticks to burn basics that lie adjacent to my placement On the game board, lunge forward and wind up impaled by the same sword Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag Tattered rag shielding the exterior inferior Stall face to face with a forms that force your downfall Admittedly suspicious of your cadence, your network's on hiatus Permanent, provoked and choked upon the potency The peril be the penetrating agent pierce the insights Why the cold sweats at midnight? Why the dim light? Why are we staring at a truth from the inside? Why the pen slide with vigor on a put down? Like why'd I put my foot down stomp your city A-E-S-O-P scoping through the myrth, opening minds behind the smirks [Chorus] Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Babbling brooks with babbling crooks Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Shallow pools full of shallow fools [Verse 2] I've seen misery, I've seen disgust dust ridden ruins Ironclad oracle test recon unit disperse silently Over confidence leads to irony Plot twist foolhardy Icarus shifted in facets of my form Forbidden aspects of the swarm a thorn upon your side A storm upon the rise, Adam, ire crush come brush upon the red zone Crook you're shook you started poorly Your powers parted pace uncharted territory Disoriented malicious bar you'll burn your bridges This craft requires first drafts Graphs, gritted blueprints of nemesis perimeter Hunting by night compute, twenty one mic salute One life polluted, concerned muffle moans From the nine rings of Donnie's hell burn you in your slumber Sleepwalk then pulled under now Whipping through the willows is the warden of this garden Slipping through the silhouetted skylines Aesop sidewinds jaded Don't wind up war painted into the jungle the solution's not intrusion The starving institution broke your mainframe I pose the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless? While I comb the crowd for clues your naivety hands be my purpose Our planet is the pivotal point In which this network slowly turns to filter kicks We out-box the berserk bewildered by the wilderness My clench is frantic clutch manners falling through underbrush Touch fools that duel with a dominant The evil-minded tried to triple six me but he missed me Intervene; emcees appear as red blips on my color radar screen [Chorus] Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Babbling brooks for babbling crooks Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Shallow pools full of shallow fools