(FREE) Freestyle Boom Bap Beat | "Candy" | Old School Hip Hop Beat | Rap Instrumental 2024

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[@alanleveke478]

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[@enigma7310]

*This is a Kendrick Lamar x Eminem type beat...🔥💫💥*

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[@zanderhodges]

by far one of the best i heard

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[@Prod.By.Stay_Beatz]

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[@SJD631NY]

This ink squirts onto the paper like a volcano when I'm pen'n a verse, My words will make your head burst like you're in Dallas with the Kennedy curse, As you dwell in the basement of rock bottom, Thinkin' shit could never be worse, For what it's worth, that's a lie, You're headed for a dirt nap in a hurse, Where friends and family gather 'round, Black skirts, suits, ties and dress shirts, Death is the only certain thing in life, Heaven or hell? That's Gods guess work, While I'm puffin' on a pack of loud, Coughing up a lung until my chest hurts, I'll absorb the inner workings of your network and strip you of your net worth..... It's only right, the third strike was overkill, By the time I had already told you twice, Approaching lights, Before your life flashes, Raps poltergeist, got you screamin' "Holy Christ" You're over-hyped, I know the type.... The guy who chokes as he goes to hold a mic, While I got a chokehold on his throat, Until the feel of his skin goes cold as ice, I know they say that talk is cheap... If that's the case, Your words are overpriced, Why act so surprised?? You had closed ears and open eyes when you were told advice, So go decide how you hope to survive this heat I spit that will lead to colder nights, Your soul will rise, I guess now you know, The scope I hold to open fire is so precise....

[@CommentSectionCyphers]

@SJD631NY - "The scope I hold to open fire is so precise...." Thank God I travel like a thief in da night in and out lyrical heists executed up in plain sight Fresh off the tarmac take'n flight like Mike No matter which one Victory at hand like Biggie go'n HAM This descendant of Jacob, Isaac, and Abraham got lyrics stampede'n da land the moment they land got "Stan" fans spin'n and its only da seventh inning got em all stretched out while run'n a cycle on em the moment I pass bars they can't handle in my tour de France That's what happens when they start to dance wit the devil in the pale moonlight Jokers encounter a Dark Knight who filthy rich wit pain a tactician ready to show the world who really insane A "Natural" Liouville Slugger up to bat in da batter's box pointing past the corn crop Shoeless Joe Jackson wit Satchel Paige rage got folks look'n for rally caps, all afraid know'n if I get down like this for free, imagine what'll happen da moment I got paid lyrics bust'n through blockades wit da force of 300 Spartans form'n up a brigade Raiding the place on these roaches from coast to coast kid Ill make em all famous like Billie da Kid did wit these Young Gatling Guns Buck 50 razor from under da tongue got me create'n Scarfaces wanting to rule the world, but they all complacent NEO navigate'n through a sea of agents test'n my patience creates hospital patients. High deductibles for those who crash out the moment the lyrical MAC pulled out verbal IOS bullets rip'n through their Windows Bump da innuendos the extendos gonna be extended look'n to extend the opposite of a helping hand to a friend That's a Jamaica Queens blend that transcends over heads that's why I connect wit those who overstand....

[@SJD631NY]

@CommentSectionCyphers " That's why I connect with those who over stand" Start a feud??......If I'm being honest, You're not even worth a mention, man.... Try sending shots at my complexion, You can't even cross my attention span, My suggestion, is you get a better plan and come from a different direction, fam... You're just a freshman in this profession, My pen answers questions yours never can... If you even try to grab my pencil, You'll just end up with severed hands, All this pressure got you stressin', Upon reflection,.....you're just a lesser man, The type that tells confessions and lands in witness protection plans, While the men you represented were sent to Federal Corrections land..... What's the point of claiming affiliation? When the fact is, you lack status..... Getting trapped back into the habbits being in the back woods with crack addicts, While I got these tracks mastered, With these fantastic rap tactics... That'll have you going spastic, And flippin' backwards like acrobatics I'm the rap apparatus spitting classics at home and around the atlas, With such active passion, that I can reach the stratosphere with my raps.... I know it's tragic.... in fact, I know you've had it with me wreaking havoc, My words will have ya brain leaking, You won't be speaking, it's so traumatic.... When it comes to fear, you know I'll have you facing your inner most, That's why you avoid me like a plague, At home hidden, hittin' send on a bitter post, I guess you didn't know....I'll still get you hit, Even if you live on a different coast, I got hittas that'll cut ya life short... Like Gary Coleman on Different Strokes, It's always the ones who say they built for it That be the ones that quit the most, Got you pussies tappin' out quick, Slick like Nick Diaz slips in a choke, "Don't be scared Homie".... I know you're just a miserable joke, You shoulda taken early WU advice, Now, my foots' on your literal throat, You still can't stand on your damn pen, Cuz each bar was written by ghosts, You're condemned....I'll send you to a place Where a devil named Satans' the host, It's kinda hard to WATCH the TIME, When in your HANDS, your FACE is broke In this race I set the pace, Still finish 1st place when I take it slow, With this money .....I'll make it rain.... With this cocaine....I'll make it snow.... In any weather, man, I'm the better man, Even seasoned vet-er-ans say I'm dope.... My flow......you jacket like a Let-ter-man, I'm not talkin' Dave and his late show, Now, who you think you better than?? I suggest you settle in and lay low Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours 🙏 From one NY'er to another 🤜🤛

[@CommentSectionCyphers]

@@SJD631NY -🔥🔥🔥FIRE! "I suggest you settle in and lay low.." I hope he don't be thinking I'm just talking; And I won't do a thing, Really hope so! But, Nate & Snoop already told me that they won't though cuz da heartless can easily become dearly departed got Captins and Queenans get'n tossed of Scorsese Rooftops land'n on tops of convertible rooftops the moment the beat drops lyrical Great Scott got that red dot already lined up Sharper than an Andis Outliner line'n up high tapered fade'n em out the moment they act up Cuz they deal'n wit da John Wick in dis b*tch wit an extensive hit list tucked under carbon fibers threaded down to my last stitch. Enemies get dessert cutleries da moment the situation turns up a single degree. Body da whole club Excommunicado got your boy navigate'n on da run asked to leave da Continental da moment the clock struck 12, oh, one but i'm still in da Continental son eat'n Continental breakfast wit a body and a gun wrapped neatly in a Continental Oriental rug. Everybody wanna a piece of Yah'son heard it before, same song, charted #1 on dem billboards back in '04 I'm like, Well, bring em on line em up so I can, start to serve em up aint nobody fit'n to hold my line up so keep it move'n, in dat orderly fashion if not that's the best way to be carried out in plastic tossed in an Ozark furnace, and made to ashes or found in a Break'n Bad barrel dissolved in acid Dat's the actions of a Cartel Hostile Takeover going active Those bloody WU darts already play'n their part 5th degree blk belt from dem Shaolin arts mixed wit some streets smarts got my counterparts, all fall'n apart See, you need to overstand In your hand you may have a pencil but dont get it twisted, we all know it comes wit a stencil Outline'n my style might work for awhile until you gotta remove da stencil and freestyle. to a lost child in denial that's some uncharted waters, but for a vet go'n buck wild that's another day flow'n in da Nile these gentle gentiles bout to get hit wit lyrical projectiles while hop'n them turnstiles Subway surfin like a Silver Surfer wit my Fab 5 against your Fantastic 4 to settle the score these finger painters aint ready for this art of war. The pencil in your hand already tells me your ranked position within the land a #2, who think'n he da $*t while I got a stingy look on my face, like I don't give a $h*t lyrical lead shots drench your whole block leading to bodies being dropped lifted off their feet bump a class, you aint even in my league school of hard knock graduate while attend'n an Ivy honestly, got me Lyrically jack'n these New Jacks like Wesley the moment they test me... (Amen Fam! Blessings to you and yours too. I appreciate your penmanship homie.)

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[@abdullahmounir5979]

Vers 1: Liniștea pe stradă pare că spune povești, Sub fiecare lumină, umbre ce nu dispar, răpești. Fiecare colț are un nume, are un cod, Aici nu-s minciuni, dar e greu să-l găsești pe cel ce te-nțelege. Trec prin trecut fără să dau prea multe explicații, În spatele fiecărei mișcări se ascund toți pașii. Și la fiecare colț, o lecție de viață, Aici învățăm despre durere, dar și despre speranță. Vers 2: Aerul greu mă învăluie, fumul rămâne în aer, Timpul e ca un cerc, dar eu îl las să meargă-n tăcere. Privirea mea taie timpul, ca un cuțit sub soare, Las repere-n spate, nu mă mai uit la care. Băieții tac, dar în minte se rup munți, Cuvintele-s tăcute, dar adânci ca fundul apelor. Fiecare clipă e o amintire gravată în piatră, Când pui suflet pe hârtie, nimic nu se aruncă. Vers 3: Pasul lent, dar sigur, las urme pe beat, Că viața m-a lovit, dar n-am dat înapoi, am stat drept. Cartieru-i școală veche, nu sunt scurtături, Fiecare greșeală mă-nvață, mă adâncește în drumuri mai dure. Dacă nu știi să asculți, vei rămâne doar un spectator, Dar când înveți să te ridici, ești mai mult decât un om simplu. În fața ta sunt provocări, dar și lecții, În spate, băieți care știu ce-nseamnă să lupte pentru ce-i al lor. Refren: Fiecare clipă e un vers, fiecare pas e un drum, Căutăm lumina în noapte, dar totul e mult prea fum. Pe beat-uri vechi pun gânduri, scriu adevărul în rime, Aici nu-s promisiuni, doar străzi și multă vreme. Fiecare clipă e un vers, fiecare pas e un drum, Căutăm lumina în noapte, dar totul e mult prea fum. Pe beat-uri vechi pun gânduri, scriu adevărul în rime, Aici nu-s promisiuni, doar străzi și multă vreme.

[@CommentSectionCyphers]

NICE!

[@fatcatbeats]

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[@deenahoo]

Бля, бархатный бит, автор сего шедевра - как же ты хорош! Держи краба (рукопожатие), обнял тебя, по жопе похлопал. Лучший

[@deenahoo]

Fuck, velvet beat, the author of this masterpiece - how good are you! Hold the crab (handshake), hugged you, patted your ass. The best

[@fatcatbeats]

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[@Bannedbwoi]

Oooh jheeze disgusting beat .. I might look like Fred Flintstone but I'm more bam bam Pack heat like a scotch bonnet fam Streets I swing like ya neighbourhood Spiderman 😂 Dropped a Rza bar like only he can

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[@PSYCHOPATH_18]

Anybody wanna Collab?

[@CommentSectionCyphers]

YES SIR!

[@CommentSectionCyphers]

Fat Cat's latest beat, I'll see you in the comment section.

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