Some producers’re overrated, but you're definitely underrated!
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
Beatsquad 🙌😼
@werdbeats57107 ай бұрын
Killed the mix on this one, beat sounding sick asf laa 🔥 Keep it up
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@Abraxxxashhdc7 ай бұрын
Wow....what an ambiance. Mode écriture activé!
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@mkfreshkilla...7 ай бұрын
Swoord🗡️🔥🔥🔥killahfresh....🔱
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@Agito_beats7 ай бұрын
💥💥💣💣💣🔥🔥
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@zerwal_17 ай бұрын
the best
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@loganbothma-um8st7 ай бұрын
that FAT CAT blasters FACT may i now take my Cobra out the basket
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@Guggiu77 ай бұрын
Bang
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@josefoesesoyyog82947 ай бұрын
Uff..
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@NO_CLASS_BEATS7 ай бұрын
Slick 😜😜🔥🔥🫶
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@IOSALive7 ай бұрын
Fat Cat Beats, I enjoy your content a lot, wanna be friends?
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
:) Idk ... why?
@GOZEEN7 ай бұрын
Llegó la cabra De una forma macabra Del que tanto hablan Y del que hablaban Yo los quiebro con una sola palabra Hice que solo con una de mis rimas tambalean Me juzgaban de chico De grande no se lo esperaban Tenían la visión borrosas Yo hice que se le aclarara Las cosas claras Si me van a decir algo Procura que sea en mi cara Mi pana Que las mentiras salen a la luz Aunque las tapes con una frasada Yo soy el que mueve la rama
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@autotuneunderground7 ай бұрын
Да я пишу репчик на волевых Покупка ее персика за пулевые В глазах освещение Как лампа колибри Блэсс она гейзер На мне рейр дизайн щит
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@ilfantasticobananajothesci39227 ай бұрын
adjust this to some vocals - onyx comes into mind or youngstaz man u have it here for free if only i'd talk the talk i'd go for it
@fatcatbeats7 ай бұрын
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@christophergritti98737 ай бұрын
Brain in division, departures should be illicit, the state of the modern zeitgeist temptestuous and I'm sickened, And craving a new incision While waves of my own ambition Deplete in coagulation, It's living within a system It's knuckles down on morality Here's a problem to solve Though the solutions not a reality Criticisms will follow I tried to fill my cup half empty but the soul is hollow It seems the geriatric learn to spit before they swallow Don't get me wrong I would unzip my wrists to get the answers, But someone beat me to the punch Just like the cure for cancer I'm more entranced in the coma between my hands the aroma a constant dance of evade and deny the chance. In case concern was amassing about a writers block I wrote this verse to set it straight there's plenty culture left to shock And I forgot the reason for breathing on this rock at least so it seems I have a lot in common with the censored plot