Do you do mixing and mastering Brodi? I got a lot of fire to your instrumentals I’m trying to figure out the best route to start releasing.. I appreciate you dawg, you help inspire these therapy sessions 🙏🏻 🎶 ima either buy some or get the membership asap! No more time to waste, I look forward to working with you
You need a contract with television and movies.These are beyond rap beats and would take a very skilled artist to paint a vivid picture through words over your work due to the emotional essence of your production. Definitely a score over a scene. A modern day composer not just a producer.
I wonder if Earth is hell? Look around... We're all sinners, aren't we? Convicted angels condemned to spend a life sentence through the womb. Over and over in the mortal realm? For forever? I mean... isn't every religion at war with itself? No one gives a f*ck about the poor or unhealthy... The world's yours if you're wealthy. Only justice for the selfish, The vain, enslaved to the selfie. So many hypocrites, including myself, So many sins. I confess, at times I need help. But no offense, I don't give a f*ck about any of it. I'm more curious about the beginning of it (The purpose of us). Trying to get closer to the wondrous one, But I'm barely scratching the surface of it. Trying not to get buried under the surface of it. Now I'm back into your consciousness again, Talking to you, Speaking through this music to you. (You) slowly realizing it's (true). Hello, Soul realm, if You see me, (I see you). Am I getting through to you? From the other side? Can you hear me through the wire? Reaching through the ether to you? Through the silence, back through the speaker to you? Back to make you contemplate fate. To tell the truth, I never did appreciate her enough. But then again, Maybe... I'm just a crazy stoner? In search of God's signs, Looking for a crazy answer... To explain the madness of it all? He always answers the call, Strengthens my faith, Forgives me when I break. 'Cuz Lord knows I still make Plenty of mistakes. So tell me, What have (you learned) About life On the path (you've taken)? Hell, Will never tell us. Hell, Only loves watching evil lies develop. Until love Dissolves into misery, And the soul gives up. A spell of evil mysteries. Aren't you tired of the lies they sell us? And the truth they hide from us? (All the distractions) Flashy dancers on stages, The TV, flashing lies in our faces, War, drama, fake relationships. Oh, look! Someone famous went crazy again... Oh, look! They made someone crazy, famous again... When they shot up another parade, 'Cuz they felt alienated And wanted to return the hatred, To any soul that got in their way. Then it inspires Another crazy to do the same, And round we go. The media circulating their names, Over and over, replaying their disgrace, Almost like a celebration? Exploiting our pain To keep us enraged, In the name of ratings. To keep us engaged To the lies they say, Just to keep us afraid. To keep us asleep, Life is a dream. Oh, look! A new Breaking News flash, Someone well known Exposed as a racist, To make you outraged again. Meanwhile... Somewhere, Out there... Someone, You don't know... Dying for change. I know some... (Dying for chains) Bragging they made it, To those who ain't. Quick way To get you sent one way, Ain't no coming back From the grave, sucker. Even Jesus couldn't escape it, And Lord knows them demons still chasing me. I've seen their desperation, I've looked death in its face, And told fate to wait. Born into grace, shame, and disgrace. Raised where demons hustled, Feeding needles to fiends for change, To those desperate in need for change. Selling hope to those barely making it, Who force it into their veins, To get high to escape their pain. But they can't, 'cuz they're stuck, Digging their graves, Slowly wasting away, Waiting for death to pick a day. Dirty liars, Nothing changes but the day. Ran a whole campaign On hope, Just to make us more afraid... ...and the world less safe. Sentence the downtrodden to chains, How many babies in graves? Droned and maimed? Starved and plagued? Then tossed away? Trading oil for bloodstains, Take your money and your rights away, Just to make you a modern-day slave. Demand more from your pay, Just to make you pay more for less on your plate. Digital cage, Control your name And your thoughts, Then take everything you've saved. And desecrate everything We claim sacred, And replace it with their hatred. Every day the few Has more power created. Now that's inflation. You talking dollars? I'm talking Nations. Elite leagues, The true elite That control the troops and seas, The thoughts you think, The food you eat, The news you see, The social feeds, The truth you thought you knew Until it's no longer convenient to use. The ones who Starve the most in need, Then overfeed the obese And charge 'em an insulin fee. The lies they use To divide us with hate, Then lead us astray, To keep us afraid, To keep us useful idiots, To keep us oblivious. A true shame, isn't it? But we were born this way, It's in our nature. Still as savage as the past we came. You think we can just... Teach it away? Why you think they trying to rearrange Our D.N.A.? Censor us to keep us "safe" At least, that's what they say... You know..."to control the hate." It's why they stopped teaching what the truth is, It's easier to mind control us if we're stupid. That's why I go rogue And think about the start of it all. Deep thoughts, Lonely night, Just me and the booze, Feeling like déjà vu.
@Guru.Verses - "Lonely night, Just me and the booze, Feeling like déjà vu...." Minus the Denzel but still Reliving vivid images that you regrettably know too well Flashbacks running back quicker than the Flash got da present and da future look'n identical to your past Now you caught up. Hemmed up, Unable to hop off the same train of thought. Cause da treadmill conductor already pulled off laughing to himself bout da heist dat he done pulled off. He hijacked the track rerouted da root, got u in a circle no Destination, infinite loop. Rush’n wit no place to be honestly sound like one of da levels of Dante’s hell to me. Wit out a doubt da conductor got me Tom Cruise’n on da Edge of Tomorrow like I’m surf’n on Oprah’s coach. Consciousness dip’n in and out like Depression equipped wit a bread line. Search’n for food for thought in order to fine dine during these interesting times. The irony behind dem lines is like watch’n James Evans’ family struggle’n then call’n em Good Times. Not that Netflix step and fetch nonsense Rather dat Ernie Barnes Sugar Shack type tip. Social realism at its finest A modern day Picasso live’n up in da projects Amongst those who have no prospects of ever getting out. Creatively these folks all in a drought while this solder’s cup runith over Bump da Foldgers I’m lyrically good down to that last infinite drop. They betta stop mess’n around wit lyrical Great Scott and Do The Right Thing, but Spike Lee said da probability unlikely.
That’s the reason why I’m let’n loose nightly. Steal on these ninjas and then walk away Scott Free not give'n a damn like Gable or Humphrey. Air out the Casablanca and then be gone Like the Wind Tell Audrey dat da Little Shop of Horrible sins finally met its end. Tell Seymour he could see more live at 6 on June 6th Dat demonic sh*t gotta go Ether da Legion of demons and let em all burn slow. While Lumett’s Network continues pump’n out blow from ‘84. Nut'n but a bunch of Curious Georges OhWell Another snake’s tail swallow’n itself is what da Ministry is so desperately try’n to sell That déjà vu moment got me know’n their moves oh too well They a bunch of tattletale snitches, you can tell the moment they heard da sounds from da dinner bell Salivate'n from da teeth, buncha Pavlov dogs Roman Caesar's streets. . Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears they've been try'n to rewrite God's laws for years So take the shots of vaccines or get shot wit magazines filled wit those hollow tips the moment you start to slip and trip. Revealing the truth that’s a quick way to find your head in a noose hang’n among the rest of da Strange Fruit. An unholy Holiday spent wit Billie Jean on da phone wit Nina Simone. 2 beauty queens from a movie scene filmed in da borough of Queens. I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the ONE? NEO in the matrix exposing the Faithless These agents Wanna Be Start’n Somethin talk’n bout somethin came from nothin, but we all know they front’n Suppress’n da truth to their own demise That’s why real eyes, realize, real lies. No compromise when found behind enemy lines. Wait’n on God to throw ya da keys to the enemy’s front door so you can be out on the Midnight Express before dawn in order to reunite wit da Lord. Angels all sing’n in one accord while hop’n out 50 deep from a Honda Accord all swinging swords....
@@iTz.GuRu.2.u pt1 (Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Cpt. Speaking. Sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, we will have to remain on the tarmac until airport police arrives and I was just informed their ETA is 60 mins out so we are asking everyone to stay in their seats until the unfasten seatbelt signs have been turned off, Thank you) Are you serious, Gotta be kidding me An hr on da tarmac cuz some chick from da back refusing to travel without her dog laying on her lap Stewardess clapped back Was like, “Mam I understand, but I assure you I’m not gonna say it again. You need to make way and properly store your dog away If you won’t comply you won’t fly Ill have to call DHS, TSA have you and that dog both hauled away. So the b*tch snapped Pun intended Then proceeded to crack and pop the stewardess Intoxication, much to do with it, Phones out, livestream, followers view’n it low key kinda happy shorty wild’n out had skin wit a whole lotta hue in it. Cuz they demonize, vilify, criminalize, any blk person when they’re caught do it. (Real talk, the stewardess did in fact had the taste slapped out her mouth. I mean tastebuds gone, nonexistent. Fineto. Everything now tastes like bland water to this chick. We witnessed the new Merideth, Merideth the Tasteless Stewardess. How was dinner? I don’t know, I can’t taste.) Pursuant to the facts, on the real, I now find myself basically on this tarmac wit about a hr to kill I aint checked in wit Epik in a minute. Let me see if da boy put out somethin dfrnt. Thumb through the tracks Oh snap, the cat who’s thread I posted on responded back. Yes sir, lets go! Read the response wit da beat on A clear indication dat da session on “I see... But don’t be too simple to tell the difference…” kinda funny, isn’t it? How my so-called 'loops' got you jumping through my hoops. Invaded your mind? storybook of fantasies? Another classic, between another fan and me? Slid off da headphones tapped the passenger next to me pointed at my phone directly I think this ninja try to play me (Hold up, wait a second let me get my glasses. I’m, I’m Greg by the way. Alright, let me see said the blindman, what do we got going on? Ok… hoops, fantasies, Call it, "Guru verses' Minion!? “Minion?” yeah, he definitely play’n you, in my opinion Right!? I know, Im say’n like, yo what the f*k May I ask what the hell you do to piss him off? ) Good question Both scrolled through the said mention thread again in order to see where the damage is cause miscommunication forever cause’n damages especially amongst those pros and amateurs (So, it sounds like he took offense here, where you were talk’n about yourself, but he thought you were speaking about him. I mean the guy is nice . he definitely went at your neck tonight some of the funniest things I’ve heard since being trapped on a flight but you can tell his temperament and comprehension skills Honestly, ain’t wrapped too well. So, what you gonna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my nickel-plated twenty-two) I can feel it, Gary’s Deep Cover ref connect’n to da cortex lyrical muscle from a vet start’n to flex in an attempt to correct cause a text without context is a pretext bound for prooftext. (Verses read without thought) to the surrounding verses is easily misconstrued Leaving optics Skewed. Truth battered and abused Non-believers adamantly refuse Rather choose a god that suits them, It fit better. Plus it goes well wit everything, every occasion, dress it up, dress it down. Parade it around town Sound like Homie a clown When Damon aint around Cause K-Dot’s triple entendre already broke down the definition of a FAN And if the self-proclaimed magician’s gameplan was to call me a Freak, honestly I’m question’n more than the brother’s technique. Whoodini, you silly rabbit, tricks are for kids plus freaks only come out at night Which is contrary to the contrite notion you alluded to that the Kamikaze dude ain’t nuthin but a home body, wit nuttin to do. A recluse watch’n nuthin but some movies Siskel and Ebert, who me? Unlikely More like Tryone & Speed, nightly "Sneak’n into da Movies" that’s a Hollywood Shuffle, no Isley Just Another movie narrative, to spite your arrogance reciprocal ass whip’ns are bound by savages, no matter what time it is, what goes up must be brought down by the law of averages. But let’s put a pin that a bookmarker if you will so we’ll know exact where we at When we straight double back from a sidebar, where a new thread of thought unravels witnessed by you and everybody else, viewing this channel I’m talk’n bout honest intentions A Kendric, wit a lyrical kindred soul stumble’n upon another lyrist artisan who too, can become a lyrical arsonist only need’n a moment in time within any given place, fancy way of say’n all we need is opportune space. One can tell they have the same foundation from which their compositions are composed Written down on underground parchment scrolls knitted from da blues, jazz, and JB’s soul Where Pass’n picture perfect peas was passed out wit ease in order to feed the need to lyrically breathe. So, this Summa cum laude from the Leaders of the New School, Who too Is a tribesman from a Tribe Called Quest who stay on an Acute Quest More than the likes of an adventurous Tom Swift; Gracefully, read through the boy’s lyrics Da boy can go, you can seriously hear it Finally a craftman who bout his craft Yeah, Da boy nice Food for Thought, lyrical chyper, I’m hop’n in you ain’t gotta ask me twice No better way to get lyrically fed then lyrically break’n bread wit other lyrical fellow men. So Great Scott used the beat as his canvas His mind, da complex apparatus Writing down messages received from those Digable Planets But, much like Paul on the road to Damascus I was blinded by an adverse reaction The boy think’n dat Lyrical Great Scott like Curry taken shots Eric Jamal Lyrical alcohol, yeah, I love these bars Bartender make it a double remember to twist the plot Cuz homie over try’n to make me out to be an OPP I get it, everybody an enemy till they not. Completely air out da stumbling blocks Then separate friends from foes after their bodies drop. Doin that 24/7 round da Clock, Work Orange Does noth’n but bring horror and carnage. TRUE words spoken by Alex after dat final quarrel. King Kong ain’t gpt sh*t on Zo till Zo faced his peril Which was delivered in the form of multiple barrels That’s Karma at it’s finest, for all pseudo royal highness Persecutory delusions got the boy confused kid Respectfully the paranoia on you good sir is enormous. Angel on da shoulder tell’n me to ignore him Devil on da shoulder yell’n Boo-my-ye da dude and treat em like he Forman. Do it for the Mills Cuz blessed are the Meek Who Border Between Dreams and Nightmares even when they not asleep I don’t care what some say this lyrical Sensi ain’t blame’n you all the way for da sentiments you arbitrarily conveyed Cause when I start paint’n vivid images folks get to believe’n that they live’n in em That’s what happens when you lyrical ILL One speaks in some illeism So, when HE speaks in 3rd person in the verse sensitive folks internalize feelings start to get hurt One thing’s for certain i’m not say’n that’s you,….., I mean… unless you try’na to say dat sh*t true?
@@iTz.GuRu.2.u pt1 (Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Cpt. Speaking. Sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, we will have to remain on the tarmac until airport police arrives and I was just informed their ETA is 60 mins out so we are asking everyone to please stay in their seats until the unfasten seatbelt signs have been turned off, Thank you) An hr on da tarmac cuz some chick refuse’n to travel without her dog Crimson on her lap cause the barking dog was visibly agitated as shorty tried to get the dog to relax Stewardess clapped back talk’n bout, “Mam I understand, but I’ve already told you your dog needs to be put away. If you won’t comply you won’t fly. I had enough. I got DHS, plus TSA on the way to haul you and that barking dog both away. So the b*tch snapped Pun intended Then proceeded the crack'n and the pop'n of the stewardess Intoxication, much to do with it, Phones out, livestream, followers view’n it Low key kinda happy shorty wild’n out had skin wit a whole lotta hue in it. Cuz they demonize, vilify, criminalize, any blk person when they’re da ones caught doin it. (Real talk, the stewardess did in fact had the taste slapped out her mouth. I mean tastebuds gone, nonexistent. Fineto. Everything now tastes like bland water to this chick. We witnessed the new Merideth, Merideth the Tasteless Stewardess. How was dinner? I don’t know, I can’t taste.) Pursuant to the facts, on the real, I now find myself basically on a tarmac wit about a hr to kill I aint checked in wit Epik in a minute. Let me see if da boy put out somethin dfrnt. Thumb through the tracks Oh snap, the cat who’s thread I posted on responded back. Yes sir, lets go! Read the response wit da beat on A clear indication dat da session on “I see... But don’t be too simple to tell the difference…” kinda funny, isn’t it? How my so-called 'loops' got you jumping through my hoops. Invaded your mind? storybook of fantasies? Another classic, between another fan and me? Slid off da headphones tapped the passenger next to me Asked, “This outta pocket ninja really try'n test me? (Hold up, wait a second let me get my glasses. I’m, I’m Greg by the way...Alright, let me see said the blindman, what do we got going on? Ok… hoops, fantasies, Call it, "Guru verses' Minion!? “Minion?” Yeah, he test'n in my opinion Right!? I know, Im say’n like, yo what the f*k May I ask what the hell you do, to piss him off? ) Good question Both scrolled through the said mention thread again in order locate where the damage is cause miscommunication forever cause’n damages especially amongst the pros and amateurs. (So, it sounds like he took offense here, where you were talk’n about yourself, but he thought you were speaking about him. I mean the guy is nice. He definitely went at your neck wit some of the funniest things I’ve heard since being trapped on this flight tonight but you can tell his temperament and comprehension skills; Honestly, ain’t wrapped too well. So, what you gonna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my nickel-plated twenty-two) I can feel it, Gary’s Deep Cover ref connect’n to da cortex lyrical muscle from a vet start’n to flex in an attempt to correct cause a text without context is a pretext bound for prooftext. (Verses read without thought) to the surrounding verses is easily misconstrued Leaving optics Skewed. Truth battered and abused Non-believers adamantly refuse. Rather choose a god that suits them, It fit better. Plus it goes well wit everything, every occasion, dress it up, dress it down. Parade it around town Sound like Homie a clown When Damon aint around Cause K-Dot’s triple entendre already broke down the definition of a FAN And if the self-proclaimed magician’s gameplan was to call me a Freak, honestly I’m question’n more than the brother’s technique. Whoodini, you silly rabbit, tricks are for kids plus freaks only come out at night Which is contrary to the contrite notion you alluded to that the Kamikaze dude ain’t nuthin but a home body, wit nuttin to do. A recluse watch’n nuthin but some movies. Siskel and Ebert, who me? Unlikely More like Tryone & Speed, nightly "Sneak’n into da Movies" that’s a Hollywood Shuffle, no Isley. Just Another movie narrative, to spite your arrogance reciprocal ass whip’ns are bound by savages, no matter what time it is, what goes up must be brought down by the law of averages. But let’s put a pin that a bookmarker if you will so we’ll know exact where we at When we straight double back from a sidebar, where a new thread of thought unravels witnessed by you and everybody else, viewing this channel. I’m talk’n bout honest intentions A Kendric, wit a lyrical kindred soul stumble’n upon another lyrist artisan who too, can become a lyrical arsonist only need’n a moment in time within any given place, fancy way of say’n all we need is opportune space. One can tell they have the same foundation from which their compositions are composed Written down on underground parchment scrolls knitted from da blues, jazz, and JB’s soul Where Pass’n picture perfect peas was passed out wit ease in order to feed the need to lyrically breathe. So, this Summa cum laude from the Leaders of the New School, Who too Is a tribesman from a Tribe Called Quest who stay on an Acute Quest More than the likes of an adventurous Tom Swift; Gracefully, read through the boy’s lyrics Da boy can go, you can seriously hear it Finally a craftman who bout his craft Yeah, Da boy nice Food for Thought, lyrical chyper, I’m hop’n in you ain’t gotta ask me twice No better way to get lyrically fed then lyrically break’n bread wit other lyrical fellow men. So Great Scott used the beat as his canvas His mind, da complex apparatus Writing down messages received from those Digable Planets But, much like Paul on the road to Damascus I was blinded by an adverse reaction The boy think’n dat Lyrical Great Scott like Curry taken shots Eric Jamal Lyrical alcohol, yeah, I love these bars Bartender make it a double remember to twist the plot Cuz homie over here try’n to make me out to be an OPP I get it, everybody an enemy till they not. Completely air out all da stumbling blocks Then separate friends from foes after spiritless bodies drop. Doin that 24/7 round da Clock, Work Orange Does noth’n but bring carnage. TRUE words spoken by Alex after dat final quarrel. King Kong ain’t gpt sh*t on Zo till Zo faced his peril Which was delivered in the form of multiple barrels That’s Karma at it’s finest, for all pseudo royal highness Persecutory delusions got the boy confused kid Respectfully, the paranoia on you good sir is enormous. Angel on da shoulder tell’n me to ignore him Devil on da shoulder yell’n Boo-my-ye da dude and treat em like he Forman. Do it for the Mills Cuz blessed are the Meek Who Border Between Dreams and Nightmares, even when they not asleep. I don’t care what some say this lyrical Sensi ain’t blame’n you all the way for da sentiments you arbitrarily conveyed Cause when I start paint’n vivid images folks get to believe’n that they live’n in em That’s what happens when you lyrical ILL One speaks in some illeism So, when HE speaks in 3rd person in the verse sensitive folks internalize feelings start to get hurt One thing’s for certain i’m not say’n that’s you,….., I mean… unless you try’na to say dat sh*t true?.....
@epikthedawn_ This instrumental is perfect, please keep sharing your gift with us! That somber tone is right in the sweet spot and the bass hits are calculated and add that grit it needs and those snare rims go crazy
@@epikthedawn_ I’ve been listening to your style since 2018, and I know that simple to you is masterpieces to us. You got beats from 2018 that’s still overall upper echelon than these other producers. But, I can truly say that you inspired the shit out of Vony. She is tough by studying you from then until now.
I'm not a hero but I'm far from a badguy So many thought he died but survived on the last try Learn tricks from wizards sorcerers and magi To shine like the moon in the midst of a black sky......
Writers block been keeping me from all my hot lines I let expectation let me down over a hunnid times I get indigestion from my social feed somtimes How could me, a rapper, ever say that i am tounge tied Baby if I ever call yours ass then it's a butt dial
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Do you do mixing and mastering Brodi? I got a lot of fire to your instrumentals I’m trying to figure out the best route to start releasing.. I appreciate you dawg, you help inspire these therapy sessions 🙏🏻 🎶 ima either buy some or get the membership asap! No more time to waste, I look forward to working with you
Slowly building myself up musically to create portraits buts still making is palatable.
Bro u dropped one beat the other day that was legit perfect, this one fire too, keep working. Been listening to your beats for years excited for more
You need a contract with television and movies.These are beyond rap beats and would take a very skilled artist to paint a vivid picture through words over your work due to the emotional essence of your production. Definitely a score over a scene. A modern day composer not just a producer.
I appreciate you always showing love for real. Blessings to you.
I always say the same thing. He makes music that is beyond an artists ability sometimes. I can hear orchestras playing some of the beats he's made.
Dis beat hit different 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Hope you're well family. Thanks for always showing love.
Simple sample too complexe émotion 🖤
Let’sGo , Yessir , blessings and abundance
Same to you
The azaan just came on as I'm reading the first sentences. Wow, I accidently clicked on the notification.
And you're the first comment. Blessings to you.
This beat is very far from simple bruh. It take years of reps to make it this simple. This is Phenomenal!
U be going in. All facts buc!!!! I got u 💯
Blessings
Figure out finally
Once again soo damn unique. You the one
Going in my likes to write to and eventual purchase a lease cause wtf is you on 🔥
This shit just made me freestyle the whole damn beat. Flaaaaame
On repeat....
Love your beats .Keep it up. Wanna buy this for my birthday .Can you kindly clarify usage terms for the $5.99 price.
"See what happen was... I was like mah mah mahp.. and he was like shoooo.. he missed then I was like macket macket."
this is DFRNNNNNNNTTT , FIIIREEE, KEEPING SHIT THIS SIMPLE AND INSPIRING IS MY EVERYDAY STRUGGLE DAMN IT LOL
You be havin em. Hope you're well bro.
@@epikthedawn_ not enough tho so few and far in between, and im okay i guess, IBS going crazy still hhhh, i hope you're well too 🙏
I wonder if Earth is hell?
Look around...
We're all sinners, aren't we?
Convicted angels condemned to spend a
life sentence through the womb.
Over and over in the mortal realm?
For forever?
I mean... isn't every religion at war with itself?
No one gives a f*ck about the poor or unhealthy...
The world's yours if you're wealthy.
Only justice for the selfish,
The vain, enslaved to the selfie.
So many hypocrites, including myself,
So many sins. I confess, at times I need help.
But no offense,
I don't give a f*ck about any of it.
I'm more curious about the beginning of it
(The purpose of us).
Trying to get closer to the wondrous one,
But I'm barely scratching the surface of it.
Trying not to get buried under
the surface of it.
Now I'm back into your consciousness again,
Talking to you,
Speaking through this music to you.
(You) slowly realizing it's (true).
Hello,
Soul realm, if
You see me, (I see you).
Am I getting through to you?
From the other side?
Can you hear me through the wire?
Reaching through the ether to you?
Through the silence, back through the speaker to you?
Back to make you contemplate fate.
To tell the truth,
I never did appreciate her enough.
But then again,
Maybe...
I'm just a crazy stoner?
In search of God's signs,
Looking for a crazy answer...
To explain the madness of it all?
He always answers the call,
Strengthens my faith,
Forgives me when I break.
'Cuz Lord knows I still make
Plenty of mistakes.
So tell me,
What have (you learned)
About life
On the path (you've taken)?
Hell,
Will never tell us.
Hell,
Only loves watching evil lies develop.
Until love
Dissolves into misery,
And the soul gives up.
A spell of evil mysteries.
Aren't you tired of the lies they sell us?
And the truth they hide from us?
(All the distractions)
Flashy dancers on stages,
The TV, flashing lies in our faces,
War, drama, fake relationships.
Oh, look!
Someone famous went crazy again...
Oh, look!
They made someone crazy, famous again...
When they shot up another parade,
'Cuz they felt alienated
And wanted to return the hatred,
To any soul that got in their way.
Then it inspires
Another crazy to do the same,
And round we go.
The media circulating their names,
Over and over, replaying their disgrace,
Almost like a celebration?
Exploiting our pain
To keep us enraged,
In the name of ratings.
To keep us engaged
To the lies they say,
Just to keep us afraid.
To keep us asleep,
Life is a dream.
Oh, look!
A new Breaking News flash,
Someone well known
Exposed as a racist,
To make you outraged again.
Meanwhile...
Somewhere,
Out there...
Someone,
You don't know...
Dying for change.
I know some...
(Dying for chains)
Bragging they made it,
To those who ain't.
Quick way
To get you sent one way,
Ain't no coming back
From the grave, sucker.
Even Jesus couldn't escape it,
And Lord knows them demons still chasing me.
I've seen their desperation,
I've looked death in its face,
And told fate to wait.
Born into grace, shame, and disgrace.
Raised where demons hustled,
Feeding needles to fiends for change,
To those desperate in need for change.
Selling hope to those barely making it,
Who force it into their veins,
To get high to escape their pain.
But they can't, 'cuz they're stuck,
Digging their graves,
Slowly wasting away,
Waiting for death to pick a day.
Dirty liars,
Nothing changes but the day.
Ran a whole campaign
On hope,
Just to make us more afraid...
...and the world less safe.
Sentence the downtrodden to chains,
How many babies in graves?
Droned and maimed?
Starved and plagued?
Then tossed away?
Trading oil for bloodstains,
Take your money and your rights away,
Just to make you a modern-day slave.
Demand more from your pay,
Just to make you pay more for less on your plate.
Digital cage,
Control your name
And your thoughts,
Then take everything you've saved.
And desecrate everything
We claim sacred,
And replace it with their hatred.
Every day the few
Has more power created.
Now that's inflation.
You talking dollars?
I'm talking Nations.
Elite leagues,
The true elite
That control the troops and seas,
The thoughts you think,
The food you eat,
The news you see,
The social feeds,
The truth you thought you knew
Until it's no longer convenient to use.
The ones who
Starve the most in need,
Then overfeed the obese
And charge 'em an insulin fee.
The lies they use
To divide us with hate,
Then lead us astray,
To keep us afraid,
To keep us useful idiots,
To keep us oblivious.
A true shame, isn't it?
But we were born this way,
It's in our nature.
Still as savage as the past we came.
You think we can just...
Teach it away?
Why you think they trying to rearrange
Our D.N.A.?
Censor us to keep us "safe"
At least, that's what they say...
You know..."to control the hate."
It's why they stopped teaching what the truth is,
It's easier to mind control us if we're stupid.
That's why I go rogue
And think about the start of it all.
Deep thoughts,
Lonely night,
Just me and the booze,
Feeling like déjà vu.
@Guru.Verses - "Lonely night, Just me and the booze, Feeling like déjà vu...."
Minus the Denzel but still Reliving vivid images that you regrettably know too well
Flashbacks running back quicker than the Flash got da present and da future look'n identical to your past
Now you caught up. Hemmed up, Unable to hop off the same train of thought.
Cause da treadmill conductor already pulled off laughing to himself bout da heist dat he done pulled off.
He hijacked the track rerouted da root, got u in a circle no Destination, infinite loop.
Rush’n wit no place to be honestly sound like one of da levels of Dante’s hell to me.
Wit out a doubt da conductor got me Tom Cruise’n on da Edge of Tomorrow like I’m surf’n on Oprah’s coach.
Consciousness dip’n in and out like Depression equipped wit a bread line.
Search’n for food for thought in order to fine dine during these interesting times.
The irony behind dem lines is like watch’n James Evans’ family struggle’n then call’n em Good Times.
Not that Netflix step and fetch nonsense Rather dat Ernie Barnes Sugar Shack type tip.
Social realism at its finest A modern day Picasso live’n up in da projects Amongst those who have no prospects of ever getting out.
Creatively these folks all in a drought while this solder’s cup runith over Bump da Foldgers I’m lyrically good down to that last infinite drop.
They betta stop mess’n around wit lyrical Great Scott and Do The Right Thing, but Spike Lee said da probability unlikely.
That’s the reason why I’m let’n loose nightly.
Steal on these ninjas and then walk away Scott Free
not give'n a damn like Gable or Humphrey.
Air out the Casablanca and then be gone Like the Wind
Tell Audrey dat da Little Shop of Horrible sins
finally met its end.
Tell Seymour he could see more live at 6 on June 6th
Dat demonic sh*t gotta go
Ether da Legion of demons and let em all burn slow.
While Lumett’s Network continues pump’n out blow from ‘84.
Nut'n but a bunch of Curious Georges OhWell Another snake’s tail swallow’n itself is what da Ministry is so desperately try’n to sell
That déjà vu moment got me know’n their moves oh too well
They a bunch of tattletale snitches, you can tell
the moment they heard da sounds from da dinner bell
Salivate'n from da teeth, buncha Pavlov dogs Roman Caesar's streets.
.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
they've been try'n to rewrite God's laws for years
So take the shots of vaccines or get shot wit magazines
filled wit those hollow tips the moment you start to slip and trip.
Revealing the truth
that’s a quick way to find your head in a noose
hang’n among the rest of da Strange Fruit.
An unholy Holiday spent wit Billie Jean on da phone wit Nina Simone.
2 beauty queens from a movie scene filmed in da borough of Queens.
I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the ONE?
NEO in the matrix exposing the Faithless
These agents Wanna Be Start’n Somethin
talk’n bout somethin came from nothin, but we all know they front’n
Suppress’n da truth to their own demise
That’s why real eyes, realize, real lies.
No compromise when found behind enemy lines.
Wait’n on God to throw ya da keys to the enemy’s front door so you can be out on the Midnight Express before dawn in order to reunite wit da Lord.
Angels all sing’n in one accord while hop’n out 50 deep from a Honda Accord all swinging swords....
@@iTz.GuRu.2.u pt1
(Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Cpt. Speaking. Sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, we will have to remain on the tarmac until airport police arrives and I was just informed their ETA is 60 mins out so we are asking everyone to stay in their seats until the unfasten seatbelt signs have been turned off, Thank you)
Are you serious,
Gotta be kidding me
An hr on da tarmac cuz some chick from da back refusing to travel
without her dog laying on her lap
Stewardess clapped back
Was like, “Mam I understand, but I assure you I’m not gonna say it again.
You need to make way and properly store your dog away
If you won’t comply you won’t fly
Ill have to call DHS, TSA
have you and that dog both hauled away.
So the b*tch snapped
Pun intended
Then proceeded to crack and pop the stewardess
Intoxication, much to do with it,
Phones out, livestream, followers view’n it
low key kinda happy shorty wild’n out had skin wit a whole lotta hue in it.
Cuz they demonize, vilify, criminalize, any blk person when they’re caught do it.
(Real talk, the stewardess did in fact had the taste slapped out her mouth. I mean tastebuds gone, nonexistent. Fineto. Everything now tastes like bland water to this chick. We witnessed the new Merideth, Merideth the Tasteless Stewardess. How was dinner? I don’t know, I can’t taste.)
Pursuant to the facts, on the real,
I now find myself basically on this tarmac wit about a hr to kill
I aint checked in wit Epik in a minute.
Let me see if da boy put out somethin dfrnt.
Thumb through the tracks
Oh snap, the cat who’s thread I posted on responded back.
Yes sir, lets go!
Read the response wit da beat on
A clear indication dat da session on
“I see... But don’t be too simple to tell the difference…”
kinda funny, isn’t it?
How my so-called 'loops' got you jumping through my hoops.
Invaded your mind?
storybook of fantasies?
Another classic, between another fan and me?
Slid off da headphones
tapped the passenger next to me
pointed at my phone directly
I think this ninja try to play me
(Hold up, wait a second let me get my glasses. I’m, I’m Greg by the way. Alright, let me see said the blindman, what do we got going on? Ok… hoops, fantasies,
Call it, "Guru verses' Minion!?
“Minion?” yeah, he definitely play’n you, in my opinion
Right!? I know, Im say’n like, yo what the f*k
May I ask what the hell you do to piss him off? )
Good question
Both scrolled through the said mention thread again
in order to see where the damage is
cause miscommunication forever cause’n damages
especially amongst those pros and amateurs
(So, it sounds like he took offense here, where you were talk’n about yourself, but he thought you were speaking about him.
I mean the guy is nice .
he definitely went at your neck tonight
some of the funniest things I’ve heard since being trapped on a flight
but you can tell
his temperament and comprehension skills
Honestly, ain’t wrapped too well.
So, what you gonna do?
(What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my nickel-plated twenty-two)
I can feel it, Gary’s Deep Cover ref
connect’n to da cortex
lyrical muscle from a vet start’n to flex in an attempt to correct
cause a text without context is a pretext bound for prooftext.
(Verses read without thought) to the surrounding verses is easily misconstrued
Leaving optics Skewed.
Truth battered and abused Non-believers adamantly refuse
Rather choose a god that suits them,
It fit better.
Plus it goes well wit everything, every occasion, dress it up, dress it down.
Parade it around town
Sound like Homie a clown
When Damon aint around
Cause K-Dot’s triple entendre already broke down the definition of a FAN
And if the self-proclaimed magician’s gameplan was to call me a Freak, honestly I’m question’n more than the brother’s technique.
Whoodini, you silly rabbit, tricks are for kids plus freaks only come out at night
Which is contrary to the contrite notion you alluded to
that the Kamikaze dude
ain’t nuthin but a home body, wit nuttin to do.
A recluse watch’n nuthin but some movies
Siskel and Ebert, who me?
Unlikely
More like Tryone & Speed, nightly
"Sneak’n into da Movies" that’s a Hollywood Shuffle, no Isley
Just Another movie narrative, to spite your arrogance reciprocal ass whip’ns are bound by savages, no matter what time it is, what goes up must be brought down by the law of averages.
But let’s put a pin that
a bookmarker if you will
so we’ll know exact where we at
When we straight double back from a sidebar,
where a new thread of thought unravels
witnessed by you and everybody else, viewing this channel
I’m talk’n bout honest intentions
A Kendric,
wit a lyrical kindred soul
stumble’n upon another lyrist artisan
who too, can become a lyrical arsonist
only need’n a moment in time within any given place,
fancy way of say’n all we need is opportune space.
One can tell they have the same foundation from which their compositions are composed
Written down on underground parchment scrolls
knitted from da blues, jazz, and JB’s soul
Where Pass’n picture perfect peas was passed out wit ease in order to feed the need to lyrically breathe.
So, this Summa cum laude from the Leaders of the New School,
Who too
Is a tribesman from a Tribe Called Quest who stay on an Acute Quest
More than the likes of an adventurous Tom Swift;
Gracefully, read through the boy’s lyrics
Da boy can go, you can seriously hear it
Finally a craftman who bout his craft
Yeah, Da boy nice
Food for Thought, lyrical chyper, I’m hop’n in you ain’t gotta ask me twice
No better way to get lyrically fed
then lyrically break’n bread
wit other lyrical fellow men.
So Great Scott used the beat as his canvas
His mind, da complex apparatus
Writing down messages received from those Digable Planets
But, much like Paul on the road to Damascus
I was blinded by an adverse reaction
The boy think’n dat Lyrical Great Scott like Curry taken shots
Eric Jamal Lyrical alcohol, yeah, I love these bars
Bartender make it a double remember to twist the plot
Cuz homie over try’n to make me out to be an OPP
I get it, everybody an enemy till they not.
Completely air out da stumbling blocks
Then separate friends from foes after their bodies drop.
Doin that 24/7 round da Clock, Work Orange
Does noth’n but bring horror and carnage.
TRUE words spoken by Alex after dat final quarrel.
King Kong ain’t gpt sh*t on Zo till Zo faced his peril
Which was delivered in the form of multiple barrels
That’s Karma at it’s finest, for all pseudo royal highness
Persecutory delusions got the boy confused kid
Respectfully the paranoia on you good sir is enormous.
Angel on da shoulder tell’n me to ignore him
Devil on da shoulder yell’n Boo-my-ye da dude and treat em like he Forman.
Do it for the Mills
Cuz blessed are the Meek Who Border Between Dreams and Nightmares even when they not asleep
I don’t care what some say
this lyrical Sensi ain’t blame’n you all the way
for da sentiments you arbitrarily conveyed
Cause when I start paint’n vivid images
folks get to believe’n that they live’n in em
That’s what happens when you lyrical ILL
One speaks in some illeism
So, when HE speaks in 3rd person in the verse
sensitive folks internalize feelings start to get hurt
One thing’s for certain i’m not say’n that’s you,…..,
I mean… unless you try’na to say dat sh*t true?
@@iTz.GuRu.2.u - Had to post pt1 of the response in a separate thread, wit your name on it.
@@iTz.GuRu.2.u pt1 (Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Cpt. Speaking. Sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, we will have to remain on the tarmac until airport police arrives and I was just informed their ETA is 60 mins out so we are asking everyone to please stay in their seats until the unfasten seatbelt signs have been turned off, Thank you)
An hr on da tarmac cuz some chick refuse’n to travel without her dog Crimson on her lap
cause the barking dog was visibly agitated as shorty tried to get the dog to relax
Stewardess clapped back talk’n bout, “Mam I understand, but I’ve already told you your dog needs to be put away. If you won’t comply you won’t fly. I had enough. I got DHS, plus TSA on the way to haul you and that barking dog both away.
So the b*tch snapped Pun intended Then proceeded the crack'n and the pop'n of the stewardess
Intoxication, much to do with it,
Phones out, livestream, followers view’n it
Low key kinda happy shorty wild’n out had skin wit a whole lotta hue in it.
Cuz they demonize, vilify, criminalize, any blk person when they’re da ones caught doin it.
(Real talk, the stewardess did in fact had the taste slapped out her mouth. I mean tastebuds gone, nonexistent. Fineto. Everything now tastes like bland water to this chick. We witnessed the new Merideth, Merideth the Tasteless Stewardess. How was dinner? I don’t know, I can’t taste.)
Pursuant to the facts, on the real, I now find myself basically on a tarmac wit about a hr to kill
I aint checked in wit Epik in a minute. Let me see if da boy put out somethin dfrnt.
Thumb through the tracks Oh snap, the cat who’s thread I posted on responded back.
Yes sir, lets go! Read the response wit da beat on
A clear indication dat da session on
“I see... But don’t be too simple to tell the difference…” kinda funny, isn’t it? How my so-called 'loops' got you jumping through my hoops. Invaded your mind? storybook of fantasies? Another classic, between another fan and me?
Slid off da headphones
tapped the passenger next to me
Asked, “This outta pocket ninja really try'n test me?
(Hold up, wait a second let me get my glasses. I’m, I’m Greg by the way...Alright, let me see said the blindman, what do we got going on? Ok… hoops, fantasies, Call it, "Guru verses' Minion!?
“Minion?” Yeah, he test'n in my opinion
Right!? I know, Im say’n like, yo what the f*k
May I ask what the hell you do, to piss him off? )
Good question
Both scrolled through the said mention thread again in order locate where the damage is
cause miscommunication forever cause’n damages especially amongst the pros and amateurs.
(So, it sounds like he took offense here, where you were talk’n about yourself, but he thought you were speaking about him. I mean the guy is nice. He definitely went at your neck wit some of the funniest things I’ve heard since being trapped on this flight tonight but you can tell his temperament and comprehension skills; Honestly, ain’t wrapped too well.
So, what you gonna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my nickel-plated twenty-two)
I can feel it, Gary’s Deep Cover ref connect’n to da cortex lyrical muscle from a vet start’n to flex in an attempt to correct cause a text without context is a pretext bound for prooftext.
(Verses read without thought) to the surrounding verses is easily misconstrued
Leaving optics Skewed. Truth battered and abused Non-believers adamantly refuse.
Rather choose a god that suits them, It fit better. Plus it goes well wit everything, every occasion, dress it up, dress it down. Parade it around town
Sound like Homie a clown When Damon aint around Cause K-Dot’s triple entendre already broke down the definition of a FAN
And if the self-proclaimed magician’s gameplan was to call me a Freak, honestly I’m question’n more than the brother’s technique. Whoodini, you silly rabbit, tricks are for kids plus freaks only come out at night Which is contrary to the contrite notion you alluded to that the Kamikaze dude ain’t nuthin but a home body, wit nuttin to do. A recluse watch’n nuthin but some movies.
Siskel and Ebert, who me? Unlikely
More like Tryone & Speed, nightly "Sneak’n into da Movies" that’s a Hollywood Shuffle, no Isley.
Just Another movie narrative, to spite your arrogance reciprocal ass whip’ns are bound by savages, no matter what time it is, what goes up must be brought down by the law of averages.
But let’s put a pin that a bookmarker if you will so we’ll know exact where we at When we straight double back from a sidebar, where a new thread of thought unravels witnessed by you and everybody else, viewing this channel.
I’m talk’n bout honest intentions
A Kendric, wit a lyrical kindred soul stumble’n upon another lyrist artisan who too, can become a lyrical arsonist only need’n a moment in time within any given place, fancy way of say’n all we need is opportune space. One can tell they have the same foundation from which their compositions are composed
Written down on underground parchment scrolls knitted from da blues, jazz, and JB’s soul
Where Pass’n picture perfect peas was passed out wit ease in order to feed the need to lyrically breathe. So, this Summa cum laude from the Leaders of the New School, Who too Is a tribesman from a Tribe Called Quest who stay on an Acute Quest More than the likes of an adventurous Tom Swift;
Gracefully, read through the boy’s lyrics
Da boy can go, you can seriously hear it
Finally a craftman who bout his craft
Yeah, Da boy nice Food for Thought, lyrical chyper, I’m hop’n in you ain’t gotta ask me twice
No better way to get lyrically fed then lyrically break’n bread wit other lyrical fellow men.
So Great Scott used the beat as his canvas His mind, da complex apparatus Writing down messages received from those Digable Planets
But, much like Paul on the road to Damascus
I was blinded by an adverse reaction The boy think’n dat Lyrical Great Scott like Curry taken shots Eric Jamal Lyrical alcohol, yeah, I love these bars
Bartender make it a double remember to twist the plot Cuz homie over here try’n to make me out to be an OPP
I get it, everybody an enemy till they not.
Completely air out all da stumbling blocks Then separate friends from foes after spiritless bodies drop.
Doin that 24/7 round da Clock, Work Orange
Does noth’n but bring carnage.
TRUE words spoken by Alex after dat final quarrel.
King Kong ain’t gpt sh*t on Zo till Zo faced his peril
Which was delivered in the form of multiple barrels
That’s Karma at it’s finest, for all pseudo royal highness
Persecutory delusions got the boy confused kid
Respectfully, the paranoia on you good sir is enormous. Angel on da shoulder tell’n me to ignore him
Devil on da shoulder yell’n Boo-my-ye da dude and treat em like he Forman. Do it for the Mills
Cuz blessed are the Meek Who Border Between Dreams and Nightmares, even when they not asleep.
I don’t care what some say this lyrical Sensi ain’t blame’n you all the way for da sentiments you arbitrarily conveyed Cause when I start paint’n vivid images folks get to believe’n that they live’n in em That’s what happens when you lyrical ILL One speaks in some illeism So, when HE speaks in 3rd person in the verse sensitive folks internalize feelings start to get hurt One thing’s for certain i’m not say’n that’s you,….., I mean… unless you try’na to say dat sh*t true?.....
🙏👍🙏👍🙏👍🙏👍🙏
🔥🔥🔥
@epikthedawn_ This instrumental is perfect, please keep sharing your gift with us! That somber tone is right in the sweet spot and the bass hits are calculated and add that grit it needs and those snare rims go crazy
🙌 #PhuckinPhuego 🔥
Heeeter🔫
My guy!
something with this type of tonality
What you talm bout?
@@epikthedawn_ wakes up a sleeping monster lol
Simple my ass. This is intricacy at its best.
You know ball
@@epikthedawn_ I’ve been listening to your style since 2018, and I know that simple to you is masterpieces to us. You got beats from 2018 that’s still overall upper echelon than these other producers. But, I can truly say that you inspired the shit out of Vony. She is tough by studying you from then until now.
@@gianwilliams8596 I remember Vony. I just saw she'[s about to graduate college. So dope to see.
That’s gangsta. You Californians some intelligent mfs. 😂
Make a beat to help me recover from my ptsd
Hmm. I'll pray on that family.
I'm not a hero but I'm far from a badguy
So many thought he died but survived on the last try
Learn tricks from wizards sorcerers and magi
To shine like the moon in the midst of a black sky......
Writers block been keeping me from all my hot lines
I let expectation let me down over a hunnid times
I get indigestion from my social feed somtimes
How could me, a rapper, ever say that i am tounge tied
Baby if I ever call yours ass then it's a butt dial
Day 45 of asking for a WestSide boogie type beatttt
Day 44 : May you bless thy and release WestSide Boogie Type Beat Sire
Also this fucking knocks !
Appreciate you fam.