@@saurabhagarwal645 well I'm South Indian myself, so I instantly recognized that it was a South Indian sample, plus a quick little search on youtube will lead you to a compilation of brockhampton samples, and you'll find that it's a carnatic vox melody which was found on looperman
Stripped down to my skin and my bones I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howl!) In a pack but I feel all alone I'm scatterbrained, man Better offer the clone In Tejas apartments with racist (chronic) doin' weird shit Like, this'll make your biopic (haha) Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get the wing tings (yum) Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh) Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?) Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying) Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit) Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean? Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh) Shouldn't your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess) Shouldn't you have a real big ass ego? (no) Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh) Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting Making 'em say "Ugh!", they worshiping our force viciously Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed empathy They forgot what we on, I'll remind 'em with hostility Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams Gotta cover your clams and take another glance Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans It's all pertaining to plan, call me the architect Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at But that's too deep Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name pronounced Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now Poolside in Houston Tryna see if Beyoncé will take me for adoption Broke ass rich, suburbs A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain This is Merlyn Wood, man Everywhere I go is the Woodlands I need a Honey Butter, vodka in a Sprite can When I'm in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am I need a Honey Butter, puttin' lean in my Sprite can Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit I got a record but I'm clean as they come I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run On 37th, used to run from the Bloods The undercovers gotta duck when they come I moved out and in a couple of months I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug I used to write raps on the back of the bus Now I'm in the front seat shifting the gears It's funny how things can change Three hundred dollars to my name, led to Hollywood I was living off Ramen and change Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay Growing up my teachers told me "You better get them grades up, If you wanna finish high school" "And after high school, you better get a degree "'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street" Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream One might say I was doomed from the get-go But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
RESUMEN LETRAS ESCUCHAR TAMBIÉN SE BUSCÓ Stripped down to my skin and my bones I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howl!) In a pack but I feel all alone I'm scatterbrained, man Better offer the clone In Tejas apartments with racist (chronic) doin' weird shit Like, this'll make your biopic (haha) Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get the wing tings (yum) Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh) Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?) Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying) Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit) Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean? Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh) Shouldn't your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess) Shouldn't you have a real big ass ego? (no) Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh) Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting Making 'em say "Ugh!", they worshiping our force viciously Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed empathy They forgot what we on, I'll remind 'em with hostility Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams Gotta cover your clams and take another glance Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans It's all pertaining to plan, call me the architect Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at But that's too deep Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name pronounced Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now Poolside in Houston Tryna see if Beyoncé will take me for adoption Broke ass rich, suburbs A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain This is Merlyn Wood, man Everywhere I go is the Woodlands I need a Honey Butter, vodka in a Sprite can When I'm in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am I need a Honey Butter, puttin' lean in my Sprite can Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit I got a record but I'm clean as they come I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run On 37th, used to run from the Bloods The undercovers gotta duck when they come I moved out and in a couple of months I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug I used to write raps on the back of the bus Now I'm in the front seat shifting the gears It's funny how things can change Three hundred dollars to my name, led to Hollywood I was living off Ramen and change Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay Growing up my teachers told me "You better get them grades up, If you wanna finish high school" "And after high school, you better get a degree "'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street" Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream One might say I was doomed from the get-go But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit Twistin' me up like licorice Think I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
This is WAY better than other versions I’ve heard
This is the hardest beat I've heard in the past 5 years
Years still counting! ❤ love from India
is nobody gonna talk about how Egyptian this song sounds like?
YESYESYES.
It's a South Indian sample actually
@@chagrin6919 Oh okay, still pretty good
@@chagrin6919 how do you know
@@saurabhagarwal645 well I'm South Indian myself, so I instantly recognized that it was a South Indian sample, plus a quick little search on youtube will lead you to a compilation of brockhampton samples, and you'll find that it's a carnatic vox melody which was found on looperman
Damn you killed this
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS THE ONE
Man,this is pure fire
YESSSSSSS
Thanks for this, it inspired me to do a lil freestyle for my TH-cam channel ❤️
can you try doing some saturation 1 instrumentals like BANK, FAKE, or MILK?
or maybe even an attempt at a READY FOR WAR instrumental?
BRO U KILLED THIS U GOT DISCORD?
yes he does, its TxTrees
#6297 You can chose to not believe me, but he is my sibling so
@@OfficialAdarkstoryAdarkstoryyo I need his contact ASAP big music business opportunity
suggestion? bruh this is pure gold
Amazing! Can you please write where you got the sounds from?
I’m not really sure exactly I downloaded a huge pack of like 600 samples from old keyboard drum kits
@@BrockhamptonInstrumentals can ya foward the pack
If you do face I’ll be so happy bro
Bro please continue remaking their instrumentals PLEASE
What the FUCK produced this?? INSANE BEAT!! This is Timbo 2020 \m/\m/\m/
Sweet!! Now the rest of the discography? 😅😭💕
maybe one day
Bro please do Alaska
Sorry I’m so late but this shit hard bro!🔥
Can someone PLEASE tell me what you used for the melodyyyyy
This is the sample here: th-cam.com/video/GiIZ1FPzKrQ/w-d-xo.html&feature=emb_title
Gabriel Peters thank youuuuu
Raffi Dedeyan it’s also vocal removed
Did you stole Kiko's Laptop?
absolutely not sir
BANKROLL PLEASE
OR JOUVERT
i tried doing j'ouvert, and tbh its extremely complex and i dont think it would be as accurate as the others, ill try though, thx
hes not god
J'OUVERT would be fucking DIFFICULT. Super complex.
can i post how i rap over it on my channel? good one tho.. keep it up!
yeah sure
you should do hottieeeee omg
But seriously.
Posso usar o beat para fazer uma música?
Can I buy this beat and use it on streaming services?
This is someone else’s song get permission from BROCKHAMPTON’s label. If not, just upload it to your TH-cam without gaining profits ❤
Can I use this beat for my rap song?
hell no
Man Mac Dre would’ve killed this shit
sorry but who tf disliked this?
fr
probably lokus
DONT CALL ME STUPID THAT AINT THE WAY IT PRONOUNCED
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howl!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racist (chronic) doin' weird shit
Like, this'll make your biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get the wing tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you have a real big ass ego? (no)
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting
Making 'em say "Ugh!", they worshiping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on, I'll remind 'em with hostility
Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another glance
Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans
It's all pertaining to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But that's too deep
Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name pronounced
Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston
Tryna see if Beyoncé will take me for adoption
Broke ass rich, suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in a Sprite can
When I'm in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am
I need a Honey Butter, puttin' lean in my Sprite can
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
I got a record but I'm clean as they come
I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the Bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat shifting the gears
It's funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, led to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
"You better get them grades up, If you wanna finish high school"
"And after high school, you better get a degree
"'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know
What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Sick thanks
DONT CALL ME STUPID
peazo de beat
Maybe JOUVERT?👀
i just did a freestyle over this if u listen just mind the shitty mixed vocals lmao
Junky?
its actually on the way, you can hear a snippet here> instagram.com/stories/highlights/18097548739116195/
it was so accurate my guy got copyright claimed 😂
RESUMEN
LETRAS
ESCUCHAR
TAMBIÉN SE BUSCÓ
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howl!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racist (chronic) doin' weird shit
Like, this'll make your biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get the wing tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you have a real big ass ego? (no)
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting
Making 'em say "Ugh!", they worshiping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on, I'll remind 'em with hostility
Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another glance
Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans
It's all pertaining to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But that's too deep
Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name pronounced
Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston
Tryna see if Beyoncé will take me for adoption
Broke ass rich, suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in a Sprite can
When I'm in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am
I need a Honey Butter, puttin' lean in my Sprite can
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
I got a record but I'm clean as they come
I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the Bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat shifting the gears
It's funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, led to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
"You better get them grades up, If you wanna finish high school"
"And after high school, you better get a degree
"'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know
What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
DONT CALL ME STUPID
DAT AINT DA WAY MA NAME PRONOUNCED!