WARFARE - AB SOUL x DAYLYT ( TYPE BEAT ) @ZULUBEATSNATION

[@MrWayKay]

This beat is insane

[@moshsya]

snapped bro this insane i had to run it back!!

[@AviBuxton]

This is absolute 🔥🔥🔥

[@maxwilliams2354]

Theres been plenty of times i chose to remain on the benches cause seeing my partners win is a gift not many have the privilege of witnessing either because there selfish or dont live long enough to see that day but either way my point is i wanted us share the fruits of our labor we worked so hard to get a taste of but greeds a nasty creature and has a way of bleeding dry the heart some wear on there sleeve when it was war id report to the frontlines stand like a man against opposition lose or win it really breaks my heart that im standing on the battlefield once again and instead of standing next to me your fighting for the other side...

[@alldor4902]

WOO this beat SMACKS my guy 👏💙

[@zulubeats7973]

ALL DOR 🙏🏾

[@so_melo_kd]

Needs more views 🔥🔥🔥💯

[@Manoantonio]

Hello Brother, I want to buy this Beat…

[@MDuKeGM]

Email us boss !

[@Ervin1ma]

fire

[@spacekongdj1881]

I like that 🧘kingShit👑

[@TherealSIRenity]

This beat different 🔥

[@maxwilliams2354]

A workout to you is just me stretching the arms of my pen to see how many lives i can touch for i meet the inevitable end we all see wether we foresee it or not pardon my inability to cease and desist id rather be the reason you lie deceased and no assistance needed

[@maxwilliams2354]

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[@worldcrisis5293]

This beat is fire my boi!! 🔥🔥🔥

[@Copiio]

What yaw know about it. Daylyt battle rap shit

[@alldor4902]

More like this

[@maxwilliams2354]

homie got 25 to life know he'll never see the light of day again wanna write em but can't cause evertime I try to I get teary eyed knowing that he'll never see his baby grow up perks of living in the inner city so many loved ones lost due to gang violence but we take it on the chin to maintain the code of silence most of us were raised to maintain no matter what I'm from a place where the youngins move more bricks than mason's do cause 9 times outta ten a 9 to 5 wage don't cut it so they cut dope instead got more faith in a pistol than the word of a preacher churches are empty cause most are either praying to a glass pipe or praying the ones praying to a glass pipe don't find another supplier where the voice of reason Is drowned out by the sound of gunfire and the cries of a greiving child an all to familiar anthem of a city to far down in hell for God to visit and if the devil catches you slipping you'll find refuge in a bed made of wood that comes with a roof keep the sun (son) from looking in...

[@jajatooconscious1846]

U just got a sub from me fire

[@maxwilliams2354]

Fuck my life

[@ismailr22]

Free for non profit?

[@professuhx504]

I think you may have made this beat for me and didn't realize it. 🤔

[@maisonwandera2354]

How much for the lease of this beat ?

[@maxwilliams2354]

homie got 25 to life know he'll never see the light of day again wanna write em but can't cause evertime I try to I get teary eyed knowing that he'll never see his baby grow up perks of living in the inner city clenched hands were made for praying and they do its just that most don't pray for better days they pray they catch an opp slipping that's why those same hands when they aren't being used to pray are throwing gang signs but this is nothing new we learn to take it on the chin to maintain the code of silence most of us were raised to keep no matter what I'm from a place where the youngins move more bricks than mason's do cause 9 times outta ten a 9 to 5 wage don't cut it so they cut dope instead got more faith in a pistol than the word of a preacher churches are empty cause most are either worshipping a glass pipe or praying the ones worshipping that glass pipe don't find another supplier where the voice of reason Is outspoken by the sound of gunfire and the cries of a greiving child an all to familiar anthem of a city to far down in hell for God to visit and if the devil catches you slipping you'll find refuge in a bed made of wood that comes with a roof keep the sun (son) from looking in where you've gotta keep that heat close in arms reach underneath your coat a wolf's in sheepings clothing better learn how to blend to survive and make damn sure whatever fabric you fashion has neutral colors cause a red or blue print is all it takes to get your ticket punched see most don't make it to see 25 let alone 30 I seen blood Brothers turn on their kin for chump change them true colors begin to peek through a more prominent shade of hate begins to paint the picure for even darker motive for sudden changes that take place within a heart as cold as the last month the scope of it is broad but simplified when you realize more than half of those you keep in your circle are secretly starving and would jump at an opportunity to switch places with you shake your hand and with that same palm raise a gun to your newborn born anew to the ways of the melting pot in a way its inevitable I don't cry even at funerals cause they watch in silence and take any sign of weakness as an invitation to make a move and I can't afford to be a statistic so I keep that thing in my Billie jeans cause for that bag they might go Jack son (Michael Jackson) throw on that thriller glove and go hit a lick cause them bills won't Pay themselves it's not hard somewhat understand but to understand full you'd have to put yourself in the worn out shoes of a kid who's mother is so doped up he's slinging rocks to keep the lights on robbing tourists to pay the rent cause fortune don't favor the weak it's eat or be eaten how many candle lit vigils done been held on the streets of this concrete jungle how many done looked death in the eyes and smiled 100 Times over cause punching your ticket makes more sense than working your fingers to the bone for those at that the top of the food chain to take most of whatever piece of the pie you got that's why the homicide Rate's as high as it is how Is a city supposed to survive let alone thrive when every soul inside it's dying to live most don't get lucky enough to see a greener side of the grass because their buried under it so we pour out 40's in thier memory then go get the 40 to make the one put em there pay and the debt is never paid....but in a city full of sinners to hungry to rationalize what else do you expect?.

[@maxwilliams2354]

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[@maxwilliams2354]

homie got 25 to life know he'll never see the light of day again wanna write em but can't cause evertime I try to I get teary eyed knowing that he'll never see his baby grow up perks of living in the inner city clenched hands were made for praying and they do its just that most don't pray for better days they pray they catch an opp slipping that's why those same hands when they aren't being used to pray are throwing gang signs but this is nothing new we learn to take it on the chin to maintain the code of silence most of us were raised to keep most of those i grew up with are dead or prison surprised I made it to see 21 cause the life expectancy in a city like mine don't go past 12 most of us don't reach puberty before we pay a visit to them pearly gates it's easy to condemn one stuck in that lifestyle but try going to bed with sleep on ya stomach and waking up with dust bunnies in ya pocket it's easy to talk about change when you got plenty but to someone stuck in a city that's eating itself alive who's only route to change is nickel bags it's much harder to reach that turning point and those that do usually don't until they've served the system and done the man up top a service or sold thier soul cause either waym ain't shit free I'm from a place where the youngins move more bricks than mason's do cause 9 times outta ten a 9 to 5 wage don't cut it so they cut dope instead got more faith in a pistol than the word of a preacher churches are empty cause most are either worshipping a glass pipe or praying the ones worshipping that glass pipe don't find another supplier where the voice of reason Is outspoken by the sound of gunfire and the cries of a greiving child an all to familiar anthem of a city to far down in hell for God to visit and if the devil catches you slipping you'll find refuge in a bed made of wood that comes with a roof keep the sun (son) from looking in where you've gotta keep that heat close in arms reach underneath your coat a wolf's in sheepings clothing better learn how to blend to survive and make damn sure whatever fabric you fashion has neutral colors cause a red or blue print is all it takes to get your ticket punched see most don't make it to see 25 let alone 30 I seen blood Brothers turn on their kin for chump change them true colors begin to peek through a more prominent shade of hate begins to paint the picure for even darker motive for sudden changes that take place within a heart as cold as the last month the scope of it is broad but simplified when you realize more than half of those you keep in your circle are secretly starving and would jump at an opportunity to switch places with you shake your hand and with that same palm raise a gun to your newborn born anew to the ways of the melting pot in a way its inevitable I don't cry even at funerals cause they watch in silence and take any sign of weakness as an invitation to make a move and I can't afford to be a statistic so I keep that thing in my Billie jeans cause for that bag they might go Jack son (Michael Jackson) throw on that thriller glove and go hit a lick cause them bills won't Pay themselves it's not hard somewhat understand but to understand fully you'd have to put yourself in the worn out shoes of a kid who's mother is so doped up he's slinging rocks to keep the lights on robbing tourists to pay the rent cause fortune don't favor the weak it's eat or be eaten how many candle lit vigils done been held on the streets of this concrete jungle how many done looked death in the eyes and smiled 100 Times over cause punching your ticket makes more sense than working your fingers to the bone for those at that the top of the food chain to take most of whatever piece of the pie you got that's why the homicide Rate's as high as it is how Is a city supposed to survive let alone thrive when every soul inside it's dying to live most don't get lucky enough to see a greener side of the grass because their buried under it so we pour out 40's in thier memory then go get the 40 to make the one put em there pay and the debt is never paid....but in a city full of sinners to hungry to rationalize what else do you expect?.

[@cosmogocrazy6450]

Free for non profit?