Kendrick Lamar Storytelling Type Beat ~ Too Late

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88 BPM Emin
W/ shisui & OREN
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[@joako7069]

You broke a generational curse w this one, Angelo!

[@gregoryfelio6314]

The greatest song this year ❤ love you brother May the most high bless the hearers of this track.

[@shisui7155]

supa Hard 🔥🔥

[@JayNorthOfficialMusic]

Id love to hear you make a swae lee 'unforgettable' type beat with those crazy airy vocals you always use, you would destroy that

[@anthonymatthews20]

💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾🔥

[@stycman111]

Salute

[@jihannaxz6667]

Да никогда не поздно Если слышишь никогда не поздно Да-да никогда не поздно Если слышишь никогда не поздно Не знаю с чего начать Ты помнишь тот рев по ночам Нас всех приучили молчать Мой каждый день приход врача Я снова так лихо торчал Я все достал из личин Я стал уметь различать Здесь столько разных причин О чем терялся в ночах Помню как приперся к матери на день рождения пьяным Джиха слышь остановись ты-же сам себе роешь ямы Речь уже еле внятная, погляди на свои зраки Мне огни снова маячит, в моей музыке есть знаки

[@Aye_Teezy_Unno]

👀

[@elp523]

Yo can I use this for my mixtape I’m working on, it’s for non-profit purposes

[@DynastyLuminous46]

I love how soothing this one is, this one would work great as the salve on the wounds after a more somber song.

[@AdarisMusic]

I had a vision, all my memories conflicted I had a dream, running in fields Evergreen, mood lifted For just moment, felt like I was winning But then it hits me, reality grounded And further, I was sinking I know what I sound like blink and you miss it The truth in the distance Always out of reach and too demanding To commit to it, stiffen up your upper lip Prepare for landing, yeah Prepare for landing I know I’ve been too crazy Writing shit out on the daily Like maybe one day I’ll be famous But till then ima focus and work on it Till I fell over, hit my head Broken open and rubbed dirt in it Fuck it, ima be real, be true Be me, be you, be free Be youth, be young, my arm went numb Can’t throw the ball, syringe too deep In my palm and thumb, but I’m hardly done

[@KidAshonthebeat]

clean🫶❤️

[@francescorinaudo6460]

sai, è da un po' che ho iniziato questa storia del rap fentanyl e meth mai presi, non ho seguito cattivi esempi e quasi rasento i venti, quindi devo parlare non ho nulla di anormale è solo che devo svuotarmi e fare aria nei miei pensieri, c'è un'aria mortuaria in camera ma devo farmi forza, la vita è una sola, poi c'è una camera mortuaria che ti aspetterà e allora tu dammi spazio, aspetta un attimo, incoraggiami affinché il mio discorso sia rapido, il contenuto sia sapido che qui se non esponi in fretta e arrivi al nocciolo in un battito, si annoiano e si in-parano il rap sempre la mia brama, sognavo il suo talamo e mi sono sempre chiesto: questi com'è che imparano? ma com'è che sfondano? questi artisti random, che rischiano tutto per farlo, per una posta in palio e poi è una corsa commerciale, il palio di verona o hai una spinta dalle major, o resti col culo a casa, suona solo la roba che va di moda e io non ho nessun contatto, l'anonimato trova quello che trova vedevo i miei amici, rapper della mia zona salire al podio, diventare dell icona ma quando scrivo nella camera, la mia mente vola vola solo nelle fantasia, la mia mente è estrosa volevo essere qualcosa, e lo sono diventato, mi pare essere abile a inforcare concetti nelle mie barre a mostrarmi così tanto espostamente fragile sono diventato qualcosa ho legato le mie idee alle mie parole e mi sono trasmutato mi sono alleggerito, Calvino, mi sono fatto alato ma non puoi vivere di musica se non sei qualcuno non ti ascolta nessuno se canti in un buio scantinato prima pensavo di essere meglio ora attorno trovo solo il peggio con una passione che era diletto e me la trovo fra le mani: che faccio adesso? affondo l'occhio nello specchio scrivo a valanga, ore, no, non smetto essere rapper è solo un diletto ma non posso lasciarlo, quindi recco e mi chiedono che fai, sempre chiuso in quella stanza? ti sprechi una vacanza, fai forse affari segreti? io registro pezzi fatti coi piedi, mi avvicino alle pareti perché in questa camera l'acustica è drammatica rubo il tempo a matematica, a fisica, alla chimica, c'è chimica fra me e il beat c'è chimica questi pomeriggi, scopro Kanye, K e Jay Z e non posso spendere tempo se non lì dentro quei suoni, dentro quelle storie di palazzoni dove arrivano le parole, non mi ci porta la panasonic quelle storie sia italiane sia straniere, storie di nomi che non conosco, ma che possono farsi i miei amici più buoni ho perso amici che ascoltavano Nayt lo guardavamo con orgoglio, tutta night, sul nostro foglio solo rime tutto il giorno durante le ore di lezioni sognavamo di prenderci il mondo io, oggi ti ho perso, la mia passione per mezzo non so come arrivare a te, potessi avessi un mezzo e una parte di me mi vuole togliere di mezzo sì vuole uccidere il mezzo me che ancora ride quando recco ancora? sì vado ancora, questa roba mi prosciuga spendo ore ad ascoltarla, per lei berrei la cicuta questo rap che non mi paga, è il mio hobby, la mia paga, niente soldi, ma ripaga la mia mente, anche se non sfondi perché talvolta, nel mio estro delle ore mi dico, ma comprati un microfono, che ti costa farti una postazione? migliora la tua delivery, la tua prestazione fai due accordi di chitarra, parla un po' e ti daranno attenzione Pubblica su un servizio di streaming, sì non è mica harakiri, provaci almeno, metti filtri, recca bene, due versi spinti poi pubblica e vedi dove va; la gente apprezzerà la qualità ma non puoi vivere con la musica se non sei qualcuno e le mie idee parlano solo a un buio scantinato nuno ha la sua, puoi dirlo, ti lascio parlare ma parti per secondo perché se voglio spaccare in questo gioco crudele, dovrò spaccarmi il cuore davanti a questo tribunale tu parti per secondo, so che hai speso i tuoi ultimi venti anni ascoltando il boom bap e lo conosci bene ti ha aiutato a recidere delle catene, ad avere una nuova speme tu il boom bam lo conosci bene tu parti per secondo,

[@MrProphet469]

I wanna find another planet with two suns, two moons One moon full when the other's New moon Six months a year, we got two blue moons Two suns so I can sleep till two noons Fields filled with fruit and cannibus sativa Snow-capped peaks, like the mountains in Geneva Close to the sun, to the moon, to Orishas. Smoke with the Gods, come home a believer Warming myself in the cabin by the fire In the arms of my Queen. That's the scene I desire. And at the moment when I think I can't get no higher In the background, I hear the faint sounds of the choir At heaven's door. I feel heaven's presence for a minute. I am one with the spirit, beyond Earth and its limits. With the Book of the Dead, lived the 42 tenets. For everything else, made sure to make penance. I can make all 42 Negative Confessions Without one concession, one transgression. I have kept my connections and learned my lesson I have supped with the ancestors, spiritual projection I have loved without limit or consequence Loved women on seven different continents Even when love destroyed all my confidence And had me crying out to God, no consonants I couldn't feel God's presence in the place I'm in And I really need her spirit in the state I'm in Cuz we all turn to God when the playtime ends It's the fear of the dark when the daytime ends. Because God moves over the face of dark Parts the waters or builds the ark Ignites the Sun. He provides the spark. It took 50 years to learn not to hide the mark That ties me to Her, that connects to Source That gives me the power, in the place of force. The truth in a world that the lie distorts. In the presence of the truth, the lie contorts. It's refreshing to see the lesson as it is In the library, thumbing through the passages. For a moment, the universe balances Even in the face of outstanding challenges.

[@AidanBreedlove-wo7fo]

Only progression im makings really counting stacks Ion want no feelings or pity just tip your hat Too late to get better I know that I can’t take it back Reading those love letters I realized I really cant feel jack And I realized my times come and it’s really coming fast Drinking smoking blunts while the smoke covers the dash And I’m really numb I can feel it coming back See it thru my eyes feel through my vitals Like ain’t playing no games it’s the high noon

[@camerontucker7507]

verse 1: 8 pm i hit you on your phone you said “hey what’s up” i said nothing really i just wanted to check in on ya you almost broke down crying i could tell some up you asked if i could meet so you could tell me what was wrong so i hopped in my car and i headed your way i could feel it in the air as you began to say i was gonna do it, i was gonna have peace i was gonna do it rang in my head for about a week you told me everything we talked for some hours all the pain in your chest slowly took power over your mind the thoughts they devoured almost any love that they once had for each other you always wanted more but couldn’t find it in yourself you always wanted more but put it back on the shelf you always felt less and less of a person and always felt more like a project that’s the furthest thing from perfect felt youre worthless looked in the mirror so long you couldn’t even tell who you were anymore you always felt so lost your heart was torn, but the saddest part was tears just wouldn’t form you thought this can’t be depression i’m not even sad this can’t be depression i want my feelings back as the diagnosis would fly in your head you would always have images it took you instead *break* verse 2: 8 am and the sun is beaming haven’t seen you in while been a couple weekends i get a text on my phone i couldn’t read it so many thoughts in my head having trouble breathing said that he found you right before it time and nothing but horror was locked in his eyes you did everything you could to apologize but that image will forever be in his mind so i stepped away, found out you were admitted and it was hard for me to cope but that’s the right decision you really needed help my nights they were sleepless knowing i didn’t tell about your first sign of weakness had me feeling a weird mix of feelings no even knew of your scary demons no one even knew that your hope we seeping no even, no one even knew and that was the problem you were always so nice and always so charming like how could he pain stashed in his pocket like could anyone even acknowledge but you knew even back when were 9 you saw it on my face you looked in my eyes you always there for my troubling times even my darkest past you left behind so how could i not see, did i chose to be blind? how could i not see, did i miss the signs, you said i tried to do it, i tried to have peace you said you tried to do it and now i can’t sleep if you hear anything don’t hear it at all no words come close to the mix of your scars no word comes close to have perfect you are you inspire me every day to always work hard and peace isn’t leaving behind what you know it’s being okay with the lows and unknowns it’s the people that surround you the ones that give hope it’s the person you love when even you’re alone so just know, i love you and all of your flaws, they are signs of how strong you are you pushed past the hurt, trialed your scars, even when you were broken and torn apart, i love you. *break*