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Ass recreation

Love this beat

This reminds me of one time when I was flying and the stewardess complimented me on my nappy hair.

Yo Times have changed now my mind is strained, I’m still going through the struggle had to find my lane, people tend to pop ya bubble but I grind through pain, regardless as a hustla ima find my way,

I self reflect on my down time, me,myself, and I only person I’m tryna outshine, haters tryna say I ain’t about mines, but I made it in the drought, so keep my name up out yo mouth, cuz bitch I’m famous in the south, I swear Niggas love to act so strangely over clout, but I ain’t got no time to waste just so I could call em out, I ain’t about to cry and shout, anyways yall dying out, if it ain’t directed, it ain’t respected

0:33

Perfect song when you’re in the bathroom taking a dump

Hip hop needs to be more like Section 80.

Ik schreef dit nummer toen ik een klein beetje skaffa was Ogen rood en ik testte toen weer een nieuwe hasj Toen ik mijn matties vertelde ik was een beetje skaf Zeiden ze dat ik slecht ging, en ik keek ze toen aan Ik snapte niks meer en ik vroeg toen waar ben ik? Vloei tip en grinder ik pakte toen mijn gerros maar dat waren niet de mijne Ik vroeg hem weer waar ben ik? Ik snapte niks meer hij zei maak je maar geen zorgen kijk die hotbox want je bent in de schuur, De schuur, De schuur, De schuur Met je beste matties, Shoutout Harry Af en toe een gimma of een jonko en af en toe wat te chappen als ik luister naar de pokoes Ik flip Ik pak de wiet de hasj de vloei de tip de taba de taba pak camel yellow terwijl ik op plato gimma faal Dag en nacht doen we chillen dat is normaal want aan de schuur zijn wij loyaal ik ben hier meer als mijn lokaal want we chillen hier,,,,zonder rem Ik zie de schuur nu als 2e osso, al ben ik blem niks te doen, dan zitten we hier Is er een after of zijn we klaar met trainen kom dan gaan we aan de zuen Ben klaar met scorro of met djoenta ik ben onderweg Hoef niet te rushen niet te sluiten ik ben free heb heel de dag gewacht op dit moment want ik ga nu naar de schuur De schuur, de schuur, de schuur Met je beste matties, Maak je maar geen zorgen morgen is het toch weer over dus geniet nu nog maar goed van de schuur, De schuur, De schuur, De schuur Met je beste matties Ai komt ie Iedereen die hier ooit heeft gezeten is skaf Ik ben hier elke dag skaf Al je matties vrienden en soms ook vriendinnen zijn skaf Ook familie is skaf Ik ben skaffer dan skaffa ik lig er bijna van af Als ik de 30 niet ga halen dan is hier ook mijn graf Ik heb de beste gesprekken terwijl ik aan die jonko taf Vertel die bittas dat ik druk ben maar ik zit hier skaf Speelde gimma maar ben af Geef alleen nog maar love Ik neem nu nog een paf De schuur, de schuur, de schuur, de schuur Met je beste matties Iedereen is skaffa alle stress is even weg En ik hoef morgen pas wakka De schuur, de schuur, de schuur, de schuur Met je beste matties Space hem nog maar even naar een andere planeet ey Ik schreef dit nummer toen ik een klein beetje skaffa was Ogen rood en ik testte toen weer een nieuwe hasj Toen ik mijn matties vertelde ik was een beetje skaf Pakte ik mijn moment en ik schreef deze pokoe want waarom niet in de schuur PART 2 DE SCHUUR 2.0

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I got 40 bucks for whoever can isolate his vocals for an a cappella for this song.

Been a long time since I seen it coming Rat pigeons always try and take shit from me this chip on my shoulder Ever since I was younger had the hard way my parents didn’t have the gold, not the yonce but I was mad talented like a Jackson kid so they put me on stage lemme elaborate

How am I supposed to take time to reflect When I can’t afford a mirror from these checks Press the buttons of my teachers as a jest Thag why I failed all of my test and projects I hope I can inspire like Kanye through the wire Situation is dire but we didn’t start the fire Hell is hot when your soul is bought Don’t look back it will fill your wounds with salt Trying to open my third eye to see the world better Spent so much of my life caring about letters

This that boxing ring music

still the best song on the album no kizzert

This is underrated

Im doing this solo record All alone no one can top it better Im a wizard Flash before your eyes it dilates Idealistic rhymes outta space In random ways ideas gravitate Buckle in for a joyride inside and outside the brain Whats your name? Psychedelic anyways She a hail mary I can give it a shot The worse is im drunk and she flopped The best case scenario im on top

Chuck English with the best beat for the homies ever

Staying real but real for the down ... Down for the grow , down for the low, always on the highway , it's my way down for the flows and flowers always grow

wtff this beat is a bit fast

Hey man I know this vid is like 6 years old, but could you make an instrumental only for fuck your ethnicity? All the ones on TH-cam suck.

You ain't never seen no maverick, hitting bars with Poseidon, you been anxious since zuez been shooting lightning like a tyrant, a migrant vibrantly, doing all of your work with a flagrant look and a lack of anxiety. How high is me? To state the quouta but society makes these backwards claims like Yoda. And the the most potent quotion, is the notion that stricter law enforcement could make the potion less stringent, but I seen it from the start always murder is permitted, it was fitted, standard, with steel worked suits, couldn't be carried out with some busted ass boots. So I used, my mental capacity, to gain access to the most profound calamaties. A better picture of the pyramids would only represent how little all of them heros did! My brain works just like jerk chicken, to heavily spiced to see just what heaven was missin'. I'm sippin' on the same old shit but if you asked all of the angels they would call that shit permiscuous. I'm sick with this, lyrical jealousy I think that I see clearly but I'm clearly missing in, vernacular my tactics are manufactured, I'm an actuality of something I never captured. It's like being a pastor without having a master no grace of God to ever lead the cattle to the pasture. Saturated in a culture of replace never face their inner demons while there team is screaming out STOP, you got all of the props but never nothing to top the mock sentence. Acceptance pure it's in form a retort duh is clearly born to perform is a noble act but no one ever asked you so they report the act and back! To the start from where we come, a gradual accumulation of what's to come. An inevitable sum, hire a detective before the battle is won. The war pushes past to project upon the prism, but eternally the light refuses to reach the prison. And wavelengths forget the strength that it takes, just to reach and make the future shake. They speak blanks, but refuse to acknowledge that the future isn't held in pages but preached among the polished. Story tellers, pursued by the admonished and searching for a future floating creativity and colics. Marble figures go figures, the weather changes in my mind like pictures, I'm too timid to speak these scriptures these rigours are tough for some education is easy but the search is never done. Reading rainbow, how classy and classic Kane and Able. We was always meant to explore but how how many of these lessons were we meant to implore? I deplore, the rest of the best to try to come through and express their detest. And if you understood a single word that I said than try and help me get it through their fucking heads. We'll leave the rest for dead, while we study necromancy to revive the corroded, all them brains that was exploded fuck the rest of them, who didn't see a single line worth noted they can continue to sip on the tea that was totted. I pointed it all out and for those that didn't notice.... Fuck em!

Yo Niggas been phony, so I keep all to myself, no need clown or dick ride i peep shit by myself, since ima lone cat aint really no need for nobody else, guess | just call it how I see it, what you strive for you will be it, im just tryna enlighten myself as a human being, as I search for pleasure and peace like when im peeing, love is blind but there's also more truth behind what you're seeing, Yo im still hoping that the good times would last, i light a blunt as i step on the gas, and trust me homie all that bro shit will pass, no need to get attached, fucking with that bunk, got skunk i got a better batch, niggas talking bout ya potential but they won't let em Hatch, i take my anger out on my craft thats how I get em back, no need to pump fake bout my gas come get ya cheddar back, dont need niggas to get in my bag, im way ahead that, so Fuck em if they dont like the tag, i aint gone set it back, yo i been getting funds so they mad, because im self made and self paid, but still don't consider myself saved, cuz we still slaved up in the system, they got us building cages for the victims, yo how yo bullets aimed but you still miss them, I pull out fists you pull a gun?, niggas be bums in every aspect, I descend from Mayan and Aztecs, no wonder why we blast techs, niggas shoot first and questions what they ask next, and on my last breath, I guess would be my last test,

It feels... triumphant, peaceful, calm. If feels like the instrumental you'd play when you have no worries in your life.

Can I buy this

I noticed this beat goes very well with the verses in Last Cypher

Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third eye shit

[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ]
Started blazing, and stargazing
See how you can reach your farthest aspirations
It's like holy matrimony in the matrix
It ain't shit, they just call it a strange shift
Cold feet 'cause I'm on thin ice
It's alright besides the fact I want it all in one night
Like, you can't skip steps is the best
Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest
Now that's a wise investment
Or a concept to try and hide divine intentions
Like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate
When life hands you lemons it's time to eliminate
More sour than lemonade, anyways
Different days, different highs, different haze
Kamasutra with miss Mary Jane
And the karma suits her, she a vibrant thang You niggas is suspect and I'm just a ruffneck That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead Her cunt wet, she getting rough sex, no sunset I like a chick with a buck tooth, yeah it could get fucked too We keep one eye open, they sus' too Never tell 'em my government, make any covenant bitches be loving it Say not to put a glove on it, some funny shit You must've thought I was a dummy, miss I feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick Yeah you got tricks but I got five more So any game you try to play, you better know I got the high score You better settle down cause you not on my level now The Pros is semi-circle, they can tell the world you get around Some niggas clowns, what's the shit about? They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out

ben drowned (in drip)

This reminds me of those late night hotboxes back in high school. Checking if Taco Bell is still open. Let’s grab a Baja blast

As I walked thru the summer sun I yelled at the neon moon I hold my heart around a gun But not around you Cs she said "hey I miss you" I told her that luv is not what I'm into Go ahead do what ur friends do I seen it in my dreams Shit on repeat Up his shit with the beam U haven't seen what I've seen The sun died in my eyes The moon let out a cry The stars are racing And hearts are breaking The city shaking All the I hope I took, forsaken Remember? All the shit we did in November Roses burning like embers And fuck I couldn't remember All the love I lost Now I sit back when u cross, my mind And the liquor make the pain feel soft, Oh I Now I'm soulless But you'll catch me in the room rollin Tec by my heart, you'll never catch me foldin

What does money got to do with it I'm pursuing the exit right at the entrance I barely started chasing I'm close to reaching the limit Thought it was infinite but feeling a little extra I'm a pebble casting waves in the ocean I'm a peseant preaching against corruption I'm a feather helping out with erosion I am nothing and nothing it's whats opposing Little choices choosing to be important Like waking up and walking on Sunday morning Like give a call and asking wassup what happened Empathy is what we're lacking stating facts is attacking Take a look at society while it's collapsing Take your kids to the park make them happy A saw a kid a kid in the border his hair was nappy His mom next to him begging for money to make it happen I put my pen down to look outside sometimes Take some air figure out what is life sometimes Shake my head when I can't figure out sometimes Grab the pen and collect where I'm at sometimes Where I'm at right now though Feeling like el Diablo Eighteen year old his mind is fly tho Emptying his pockets to buy some weed straight from Chicago Little did I know This life was hoe and a hoe is all that I know Thought I had less experience with the world the lord I've seen my fate Twenty seven year old cruising on interstates Where the new and old regroup by the day Is it cool if I blew half my time writing slates Missing out on friends smoking blunts and go skate Writing till my hand numb and so I escape Whatever that I'm on staying up till its late

elevator music but good

Good!

I know the feeling because I know you too well. Talking in the second person the words that I spell, never mix well. And shit if I went to hell it would probably be for the best. It would probably help the stressed, up above to forget that I even exist. Shit, I wrote a list of all the wrongs that I regret. It nearly took down the whole rainforest. On my wrist, there were lines that made anyone upset. It nearly made this whole chorus. While soaring through the air roaring on a lion pouring in the feeling of individual storing up so much hate it felt spiritual. That morning he started mourning because fate had blown off his schedule. Tylenol couldn't help the headache that befall. The stakes were high the lights were bright and all night I tried to write songs that made sense, but all they ever did was ignite a fire. That could tire anybody who thought that I was a liar.

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I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair If I can f-ck her in front of all of these passengers They'll prob'ly think I'm a terrorist Eat my asparagus, then I'm askin' her Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin' to meet 'em I'll prob'ly die in a minute Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin' Section 80 Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch Wit' my back against the wall and yo' bitch on the edge of my dick Jump off I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman I never did nothin' but break the ground on top of the asphalt Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin' with the speed of a lightnin' bolt As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit' devils holdin' hands From the distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one Not even myself, a Gemini screamin' for help, somebody Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin' (Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali) 24/7 nigga, workin' his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for it The King of Diamonds wit' diamonds I never do ask for They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'I'm They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain When you niggas is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers They'll prob'ly think I'm Osama The plane emergency landed, it was an honor hol' up

N!ce

Perfect

Greatest rapper of all time

Hol’ Up Lyrics Hol’ Up Lyrics I wrote this record while 30,000 feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I could sit there and stare out at the stratosphere I’d probably lay there in wonder, hear roars of thunder Then I’m thinking thoughts of a young kiddo Snow bunnies and freedom, a crash dummy and baller Back in the garden of eden, life could change any minute Cocoa butter every morning, got my skin smoother than linen Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah big stuff poppin, (How y’all doing tonight) Making my own hieroglyphs, with a piece of papyrus With my back against the wall And my wrist on the edge of a cliff- don’t jump off I call a snitch a snitch, a crow a crow, a lemon a lemon, I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt High remarks gave you evidence that I’m easily peddling With the speed of a lightning bolt As a kid I was smart like adults, luck by chance Been counting pennies since two years old, the wiser man Truth be told, I’m like 87 Slicker than 80 felons in a pool of fire with the Senate holding hands From a distance don’t know who’s the politicians man Like 2020, I got the vision, rear view I’m reminiscing Tryna see light through the prism, somebody

0.75x 🔥

And I deserve my respect brains don't matter when ya wig get split on sum third eye shit 47 til the world becomes balanced Sucks how I don't wanna be a rapper with this talent They suspect staying on my toes like a ballet Imma wolf its a full moon should I howl yet? Steez can bend spoons my forklift on a pallet I giddy up in the spur of the moment like a Gallup I got horses in the back mustang and a Porsche Chillin wit my niggas thinking on the porch Watching the Headless horseman rising from his corpse Since I'm ghost writing I should get him scorched They think its insanity buy cant handle my sanity Explaing my vanity knowing im just a candy geek Another way to say im just a rapper screaming damn daniel is dirty I'm way to dapper Giving holly wood this roll requires no actor Thinking its a benefit to a benefactor but I been a factor *SUSPECT NIGGAS DONT GO OUTSIDE U MIGHT GET CHA WIG PUSHED BACK TONIGHT SEE I DESERVE MY RESPECT BRAINS DONT MATTER IF YA WIG GET SPLIT ON SUM THIRD EYE SHIT*

rip steez

Making it big is my only option/ seeing through my third optic/ locking in my conscious/ pray my shit never be floppin/ since 05 been writing rhymes/ chin up till the world collides/ through times/ niggas could ride/ having tight bonds was really a lie/ but now niggas is feeling the vibe/ so every night/

[Verse 1]
I wrote this record while thirty-thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll probably think I'm a terrorist, eat my asparagus
Then I'm asking her thoughts of a young nigga
Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars
I know you dying to meet him, I'll probably die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted

[Chorus]
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit popping - Section.80

[Verse 2]
Back in this bitch, in the back of that bitch
With my back against the wall
And your bitch on the edge of my dick -
Jump off
I call a bitch a bitch, a hoe a hoe, a woman a woman
I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddling
With the speed of a lightning bolt, as a kid I killed two adults
I'm too advanced, I lived my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands
From a distance don't know which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I trust in two-thousand-and-twelve?
There's no one, not even myself
A Gemini screaming for help, somebody

[Chorus]
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't a option
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin' -
Hey, hey, kick her out the studio, Ali

[Verse 3]
Twenty-four-seven, nigga working his ass for it, she popping that ass for it
The King of Diamonds with diamonds, I never do ask for it
They checking my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs
She callin' the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff him
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you niggas is past poor? You'll never hop in my lane
When you pushing a RAV4, you wrecking my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

[Chorus]
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't an option
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga

[Outro]
I wrote this record while thirty-thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll probably think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor
Hol' up

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air, stewardess complementing me on my nappy hair, if I could fuck her in front of all these passengers, they’d probably think I’m a terrorist Eat my asparagus then I’m askin her thoughts of a young nigga Fast money and freedom a crash dummy for dollars i know you dyin to meet him I’ll probably die in a minute, just bury me with 20 million 20 bitches and a count down fitted hol up