Beat Rap Jazz Boom Bap " Perdido " Boom Bap Tipo Beat 2024

[@CynXie-p3e]

I hope a don’t fall by the 70 floor Somebody knocks the door Who’s that? Man I can even walk Many thoughts comes around I found the reason of my worries The problem is between My actions and my desire for the glory I thought I was the bad guy of the story But I realize all that depends on me I learn to see the littles beautiful things That life has hide within That’s why we can cry over a theatre a picture or a rhythm

[@TwistedFuchsia]

i'm feelin faceless thrown off my cadence again, cynical when my soul is null, no longer searchin for company or a friend, misery sure loves it but misery can't be multiplied when you a 0 and ya mind is fried, bottom of the well where i've dug myself, light hurts my eyes, less it blue then we talkin, up the screen time, live the time sink till i return to the grave crip walkin, see life flash inna blink all kept to myself, least i can say i kept in check my health, broke back into the sober state and saw demons diminish with stealth, i was livin out my own livin hell, chuggin down pride and pain like spoiled milk, knew if i showed myself its "fuck how you felt", felt the fabric of the hoodie burn holes from the cigarettes I was busy chasin a bitch i knew would never love me, running from myself saying fuck the rest, as sleep is for the weak, turnt an ins0mniac with a worldview bleak, this just how i feel but i'd never bring another down, aware the price of my actions so i decided to stick around...

[@Rioma_3_b]

Ho scheletri da appendere Mostri sul piatto a cena L’ho appena accesa E questa penna Mi fa la gavetta Come Platone Fuori dalla caverna Il mondo è un ingranaggio e sei solo una catena Fumo troppo anche oggi la spiccio In tasca uno spicciolo Problemi Si da quando ero piccolo Con il rap faccio bingo Voglio andare in alto Perché colavo a picco Ho i fantasmi sulle palpebre e me lì pulisci Da quando sulle panche apricò vene artistiche Duri un instante e dopo ti estingui La gente sbaglia a rendere tutti sti artisti re Muoio in vasca marylin monroe Mi dicono rioma meriti molto Dalla Sicilia a Roma ho cambiato posto E porto le bombe già girate bro tipo boston Non è come sognavo ma è così Stanotte tornerò al contrario tipo back flip Troppo infami e troppe bad bitch E in mezzo a sta merda provo a farmi un bel film

[@BaggyBeatz6982]

Sad beat 😢 but DOPE...

[@dilemma90tas]

Free ?

[@Tumbado_LC]

Vole lejos de casa que ya ni se dónde estoy

[@Josepercycherozagal]

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