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change the gravity thank your majesty blanking cannot think ah but halloween bringing the nose candy oh snap we crackle pop she’s so mad at me but the mic, i’ll never drop just a tab in her ass, as soon as 12 o clock hits, i wish for for kicks, used to pull off licks in my head, all medicated grateful, i’m not full of lead sole stickin to the meditating, criss cross applesauced in bed, dropping in, won’t stop at head we spinning purely Residents Boards of Canada and the newest Death Grips What exit do i need, to gratefully exist

Long ago, I remember you made the beat that cold hearted. thank you for your services ❤

Rocking them golf shoes as casuals, And1 Luka Don’s on the court I took ten years off to love drugs more than my favorite sport Bout time for the comeback though And these cats got no control cause I run that show.

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What daw do you use?

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The drums are actually sampled from a song called synthetic substation by Marvin bliss which also aren't credited

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i made a trashy dnb version of this and it directly chops this one up haha

Keep on grinding magic

Samples cold RiP Mac

How do u call this instrumental

the drum programming, the spaced out reverbered bass and the strings... got me resembling Kanye's "flashing lights"

happy 420 to everybody

i remember when mac died i was like 14 almost 15, and never heard of him before, and sometimes i'd just want to listen to this instrumental. yeah sure it's not accurate but tha'ts the reason why i like this instrumetnal cos the snare is so hard hitting unlike the original lol. imagine this was dnb

This beat was crazy

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Legendary

acetone lips from the acid on my tongue back when i was young-I came straight up out the scrum blunt stays lit so I can keep an iron lung double dip mint call me candy like the gum greenish weedest smell sweet just like a skunk solar like the sun and polar for the pun check out the span from my pinky to my thumb that's why she text me to hit it like a drum sitting here getting high inhale in all the fun Now you get to eat my dust eat up all my crumbs my cypher is the one-that keeps you feelin numb Dumb without words all you do is hum You begging like bum- a guitar without a strum shotgun buds simply for the buzz Where the party fits kinda something like a glove strung out from using every single drug Now I rap a bit to show my brothers love Static like a rug double bubble shrub Shag got that swag dip n swurve when I come Hold in your hit til ya turn purple like a plum, uhhhhh

no levantais la cabeza de la televisión fumo en mi abitacuon que pasa alrededor el malo es el demonio pero el que te mata es Dios qué me dejase nunca me preocupó éramos ella y yo pero me escupio te veo en línea y no escribo por ti triste soltando el humo de hachis pienso en irme de madrid voy por la cera caminando por mi ciudad mi mayor progreso es que le dije la verda mientras mi mente delira entre esas piernas y la realidad

Run dmc already came out with MY ADIDAS thier was no need to bite the concept, now watch the sensitive fucks so called savages come out the wood works and try to verbally attack me just for having an opinion

Fun fact : kanye took from his time 8 months to complete this song

Let the beat Play th-cam.com/video/5UX8eziafbc/w-d-xo.html

rip

I would speed up the tempo no shade but this is the exact same beat 🍾 ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Rest in Peace will see ya 💕

having a rough day, this instrumental gave me a beautiful melody to express myself

2022

The fact that it's just, a melody, bass and a drum loop, but still so vibey.

0:26

Bro you killed it!

th-cam.com/video/trla1s5wrQk/w-d-xo.html Check out this dope remix my cousin did to this joint awhile back🔥💯💪 shout out to Magic-Boy for the remake!!!!!!

Years later still 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

ok so hold up won’t stop writing till i blow up and if you got the weed i’m staying sure to show up always be blazing to my mind on the track cause this marijuana got me influenced i go higher then my ups on some new school kicks

One of my all time favorite beats

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diapher on my cheeks keeps my beef smelling sweet i just pulled my melon out and it made her sneeze

This has silent hill vibes

This Goes

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listening to this now brings a tear to my eye man

So nostalgic

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me To my man Ill Will, God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life My insight enlights vision Words of wisdom, niggas pay me intuition to listen To murder paragraphs of mysticism Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds So many cultures on one planet but one culture's free Son, I need weed to proceed Change the flow speed and I'm gettin' vex, Giuliani is 6-6-6 There's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed Shit is a hassle, The Bridge is like a haunted castle The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso And yo, the trife life is the most influential Though colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental How you livin', large or broker? You're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers Catchin' court papers, gettin' broker I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow 'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' could make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up Even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbin' bitches like the Phantom The crew is lampin' Ill Will style Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop Checkin' dames plus the games people play I check the dames plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today

This reminds me of old cs videos damn the memories

RIP KING

0.75x 🤙🏻🤤

This is gold🙏