I remember the first time I heard this tape. then this song came. the 20sec had me a world of disbelieve...hiphop was coming back like wow. the first 20sec was the perfect intro beat for the chill ass 2nd beat. I swear. mad props to him. Joey made himself a true classic not going to front
I'm a beast with these flows Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please It's the return of the Beast Coast No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show Incognito, is how you move on the strip What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that And everybody know (that shit crack!) Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in Ain't no half steppin' around me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer nigga [Verse 2:] Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hipster move with no 7D's Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies? Got that shit mix and mastered, both remedies Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips It's a shift, I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupids
Grab the microphone pyscho flow, like a cyclone Hit the booth with abuse and the kid might go Right home to his room to figure where the light glow Despite those telling him to give up on his dreams And it seems that ambition isn't missing It just clearer in his vision, hes efficient on a mission for revision, definition of the rap game Listen to the radio, new song, that's lame Popp em out like acne Treat for the masses blast it out like acid On the chart they be stacking cause the only thing that lacking is intelligence when rapping. when was low IQ a fashion? Fuck that shit, imagine. A world where we ain't scratching For rations of the Green, it controls our life, its greed. Like you sold your life for free. But a soldier doesn't bleed.
I’m free fallin, in limbo All in just like im rollin up indo Rhymes on paper is my mind’s fuckin’ window Crimes or a caper not the way I been rose I’m trey stoned, other brothers soft as butters Stuttered another, verse milked from the udder Maybe I’d benefit from moving the rudder Tugging and bugging, erase you just like a rubber Blistering mister thing, I’m fresher than Listerine Masterfully executed with precision of guillotines I’m crossing dimensions, with no suspension And from my fuckin crypt, again I have risen Already told ya, lethally trained just like a soldier I be gleefully giving pain, the mic’ll mold ya Remember the days, when mommy used to hold ya And remember the ways, you would sit on daddy’s shoulders? Polar to polar, from boulder to solar I’m a fuckin torch nigga you’s just a smolder Gonna carry that weight, and I ain’t talking cola My nine pop, last see, up top just dark dreams cop my last G, stop see trees dark green Do I say what I mean, hold it in I’m a fiend Mentally I’m dope, physically still not freed
No minute, fuck a hour/ Got time but no power/ Timeless bee pollinatin flower/ The calm within the storm/ People mourn when buildings are torn/ Doesn't matter where you were born/ This is an alert, sound the horn/ No fear porn/ It's nature's turn to preform/ Spring, summer then fall of meteor showers on city towers/ Weather sweet n sour like kids I devour/ It's unexpected, undetected like the wicked few selected to control your perspective/ The mind neglected/ Now your soul infected/ It's subjective where you least expect it/ Like a fien for schemes of false dreams beamed thru black screens/ Making it hard to redeem/ Cup filled with only c.r.e.a.m like an ice cream machine/ Read between the lines nah mean?/ Connect the dots n dip/ Take a trip n let it rip/ Like gas inside your hips then out the ass pit/ You smell shit n throw a fit/ Chill out n sit/ Let homie roll it/ As I spit lit with chapped lips from red tips of fat blunt hits/ Seriously though where's my ChapStick?/ World is stressin me out, look at this fat zit!/ Laugh out loud like a stand-up comedy crowd/ Wrap it up with a shroud/ Then let it pass like a cloud/ Now it's always sunny/ Philly cheesesteak does sounds yummy/ No vegan honey/ Sweet high like a gummy/ Comin out the tummy of a pregnant mummy/ Giving birth to this dummy/ Aren't I lovely?/ "That's all folk..." shut up bunny/ Quick jab, nose blood runny/ An energized assault n battery/ The cops after me/ At a dead-end, I'm stuck/ Shit outta luck/ Cuffed wrists with clinched fists, no money/ Yellin, "I ain't rich bitch"! Just funny/ No disrespect to a lady/ Chances of romances in a man's world are slim shady/ Society tryin to gate me/ Tryin to fake me to make me into sumthin that ain't me/ Though no fool shall taint me/ RIP Capital *STEEZ* You planted your seeds Now be at ease Watch them grow Let it flow Cuz boi you already know!
when he said strawberries, i thought joey was gonna start rapping. so i ended up putting on my best impression of him and it ended up being akward for myself
Intro] Yes, skrawberries [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] I'm a beast with these flows Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please It's the return of the Beast Coast No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show Incognito, is how you move on the strip What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that And everybody know (that shit crack!) Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men It makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in Ain't no half steppin' around me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, nigga [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hips to move with no 7D's Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies? Got that shit mixed and mastered, both remedies Grab a spoonful, we stirrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips It's a shift, I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupids
I could care less about your vices sir/ If you're featuring with me, you're like most get served/ I'm just playing/ Blaxican, citgo, prod/ Tenuto, my homeboy on Don/ That includes everyone on coast to coast/ Everytime they get a beat, they know they're supposed to float/ I'm so close to goat/ Like I'm almost there/ If you hear this ep, that means everyone's scared/ You gonna wish your maker met you when I'm bold tonight/ And ima hit you with this 50. like the bolts of Christ/ The flow's too nice/ I'm a ghost in white/ Cuz when the bass shakes the room, it's like a poltergeist/ This the typa beat to get me in a little trance state/ Maybe I could spit it slow I'm thinking I could translate/ Because you're always talking stupid/ And what's in my mind is like a walking revolution/ I spark it till I'm lucid/ I'm walking off like two hits/
so im hopping on this knxlwedge beat finally acknowledging that i will prodigy people got their doubts that really aint concerning me people disconcerted with their earnings its a burden when u cannot feed yo family tragic when u panic start sinking like titanic oceanic waves drifitng whilst i swim against the current but its drowning me heavy chains sinking not in sync with my enviroment not meeting no requirements but suffer with entitlement cuz ik im gonna get it put the work in i deserve it so i aint never really sweating on the surface but below it i get nervous stomach churning best respect this flow im learning Idolise Cole&Drake they give me purpose
Now days people think life's supposed to be lit, Years go by I'm too old for this shit, They think I'm perpetrating but they don't know how I live, I seen no changes someone needs to be exposing these kids. To success so they won't wind up dead, From and drug overdose or a bullet to their head, I'm glad for those who wake up out of bed, Today without catching lead. Rip to X, His legacy was left, I feel so sorry for his death, You and steez are two rappers that I'll never forget.
Just waking up from an unpleasant dream Cash rules everything around me, cream Dead broke, but can’t a peasant dream? I need paper by the ream Cut from a different cloth, check the seam Run on a different clock, me and time go way back Tonight’s the night you won’t get the day back
My teeth hurt, I need work, but not the drug kind The go to work kind, fuck crime I'm tired of it, I'm tired of alot of things So many wicked shit that I've got up in Bitch injecting her self, times have only gotten worse This is just another forgotten verse, this rotten thirst I get for beer and drugs, wish I had it for work and success My mom scream at me and I smirk and upset Her and myself, I want to cry, but I've cried too many times I've lied too many times, lately buyed too many dimes They were 8 balls, tired of reminding myself of that fact I'm jacked, look at myself in the mirror and I hear a wicked laugh Look at the reflection and it's me laughing It's me rapping attacking contacting Your soul
They said It’s a matter of time until I’m bound to blowGetting use to the L’s so it’s safe to say that I’m bound to blow Wins and losses add em up but who’s keeping count though? They said the ones that’s down to ride or die Are right down the road
Killumiunati, I kill illumanti I feel like ghandi if he raised throwing strays to the body. Fools watch me, and know they can’t top me But still gon say that they top me i know it’s not problematic. Automatics strapped for my radio station collapse, And the sounds i spit ain’t enough in these raps. Pragmatic people around me staying close to the past. Listen closely i’ll drop a-bombs of intelligence on this track. I’m telling fate straight to your face. Like a fortune teller, make no mistake. Shake an 8ball and ask will you relate. To the fact my choppa spitting since 08’ That’s past a decade, tear scars like bad bandaids Jealous of what the band made so i made them jealous of the man-made. And what the man made, I can’t say i’m destined to be the best, When being the best take practice and training the flesh. I already been out in the dark with no bulletproof vest. But these bullets do rip through your face of enemy lines. I’m tired of hearing bout the enemies lies. White man in the illuminati man it sound so right. But if i was in the shit you think i wouldn’t have a better life? I mean a bed to make and a mattress, white sheets can’t catch this Flow that i be spittin’ with funky rhythm till bubonic gon fill them. I take a tub full of tonics and flashback to the fifth one. Knowing that’s poison to my body and embody the killa.
You cant see through these deep flows The lies is transparent I see the eye in the eagle There Quantam Computers With they eye on the people There is a hidden prequal to the chapter of today In paper trails The Root of evil in money Revelation in this Genesis The second coming, Is When it sunny, The sun flares and the son appears The time is near in this Atmosphere I be at most at most fear In my extensive care The global elite flee to shelters It seems seldom These dreams are telling me Thats something is compelling...
It's for fun, maybe so others can get a feel of flow to the beat. So they can get inspired. Don't start jumping to conclusions because I'll leave you hypnotized like confusions.
i feel like i rap better when my hair twisted/ niggas air ballin', but this heir gifted/ with this/ they handed me my crown with my name en-scripted/ i just rap shit i've done or about to live it/ so witness/ my poetic skills, not even done' i ripped it/ sealed it back, then gave the beat back stitches/ 1 time for the women, but cream bring the bitches/ i don't ever trip, just stay handling my business/ the flow is flicking off my lips, watch out it's poison/ just chillin' with my niggas and the Kat Stacks i'm avoidin'/ but if she's throwing it back,i'm like Kobe's team, i'm always open/ but i wouldn't fuck Kat Stacks... nigga i was joking/ But get me a Nia Long, give her long stroking/ - Quenton Spencer
Picture me rolling I mean freeze for a moment You can tag along “say cheese” And jus hold it Reality check that’s on me And that’s golden Cuz everything i say is free That’s why I’m chosen Most y’all do it for money It ain’t funny Glass half full you fool Don’t take from me Karma is a bitch “it’s real” So incoming! Last but not least I intend to win something! Jus something I wrote In 5 min.
일생은 자세하게 들쳐보면/은 숨막히는 굴래에 연속에 장애/물 다 둘러막은 시련과 최후 속/에 성공이란 목표치를 또 올려가네 probably it will not be easy It depedns on your responsibility 인기인이 되는 건 쉽지가 않지 허나 이 바닥에서 내가 살아남을지 는 몰라 무궁한 결말에 인생드라/마 는 펼쳐지고 여기서 계속 이어/가 는 역사와 바이블에 하나/님 말씀 보고나 그대로 살거라 다짐하지/만 어렵고 지키기가 힘들/어 그래도 앞만 보고 걸어가는 태도 capacity 이 가 딸리지 난 절대 nobody 내 맘이 가는 대까지 하나님이 챙겨주시니 그래서 그분믿고 나는 항상 아멘 어디까지 이어질지 모르는 길에 악에 새력들에 절대로 내 신념 꺽이지 않고 매일 걸어가내 자신에
ayye yo the tip of my whistle gone blow like the tip of a missle just hope you dont pull a muscle tryna hustle like this just know i spit this wittyness like kitty piss you know ignorance isnt bliss im just killin these kidssss, like a math wizzzz, but call me the wizard of this maze, or the wizard of the grays gaze upon days that pass like mundain not monday so keep your head up sometimes theres fun times even when its not the suns time, my mind be trapped in rewind but i dont mind im rippin 'em like columbine not binary numbers n fairy's wonder about this commodity cume on a key not a g so sloppily hip hopily skippin like scotty pipin yeah bitch im straight pimpin
Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] I'm a beast with these flows Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please It's the return of the Beast Coast No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show Incognito, is how you move on the strip What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that And everybody know (that shit crack!) Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in Ain't no half steppin' around me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, nigga [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hips to move with no 7D's Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies? Got that shit mix and mastered, both remedies Grab a spoonful, we stirrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips It's a shift, I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupids
I’m a beast with these flows My bars are harder than these blows To nose blood dripping there She goes I got bitchies stripping Off they’re clothes but I don’t want these hoes so I pass em bros I keep My circle close we do the most when We boast we take toast fuck our enemies we make em Roast like a sun set on the coast I’m not Like most In mind I’m a sick killer a real Real rhyme thriller give me one shot At Tupac’s killa so I can fill em up just faced a blunt so I’m ready to stunt like a hot billa I’m a bone chilla you’re bitch I feela when I come neara my words hitter Like spear sex talk all you can hear near the ear sorry my dear But I must disappear this like a career Where I must Persevere and your just holding Me back here letting me hit it back here But I’m tired of being back here nothing Can hold me down not even a nice ass rear fuck you and your whole career unlike most I know how to steer just ask my peers driving high asf lookin at both mirrors down the street you hear us closing in yeah you fear us motherfucker hear us He who fucks With Don is gone this a death note put into a song so fuck you for doing all My homies wrong stupid ass snitch you punk ass bitch
Check it Check the mic I’m the fire Spitting off the top like geyser I ain’t no lier For my crimes they left me crucified Doomed to die Next day blew them by Like a
Grip the game tight like fresh socks/ my lyrical bullets hit and leave ya chest open like mesh tops/ as a youngin pops was locked for slanging crack rocks/ no skylines in schenectady the ghetto is our backdrop/ in elementary I frequently induced knockouts like Bernard hop/ believe me I could teach you a little something bout hardknock/ keep it in tip top shape so I can reach the tip top of hip hop/ scrappin for the pentacle/ don't believe me fuck it, I consume the cynical
Ima beast with these flows the East Coast where niggas bear fangs and teeth show Like I’m sitting on a throne of cigarettes I’m king smoke So please note Everything I spit is cancer So please don’t
Everyone says they like the part before the drop better but i like the actual part they rap on better
Fax
It’s so fucking good, I love this beat
Yes its way better first part is great too
Was da sample?? On the 2nd part
@@galararticuno9419 if you find out let me know b
I remember the first time I heard this tape. then this song came. the 20sec had me a world of disbelieve...hiphop was coming back like wow. the first 20sec was the perfect intro beat for the chill ass 2nd beat. I swear. mad props to him. Joey made himself a true classic not going to front
I get what you mean
I can see & hear this beat on an adult swim commercial.
Lol right before they play one of them weird ass commercials
Still a chill ass beat man
Daily routine
Someone should make a beat based on the intro
Fo real
+Zico - Misterio, Terror, & Tops who lemme know who yo
+Zico - Misterio, Terror, & Tops what is it called
Just search this up: Joey Bada$$- Killuminati Intro Looped, first result
I know I heard that beat before.. I wanna say J Cole had a song with the same beat... if I find it, I'll repost
this beat is heavensent
The swing on the first beat is from another world
LINK TO THE BEAT! LIMITED AMOUNT OF DOWNLOADS REMAINING
tremars.bandcamp.com/track/joey-bada-killuminati-beat
THIS BEAT IS BY KNXWLEDGE. SEARCH HIM UP.
One day ima make a beat as good as this
ima be waiting for it once you finish it 🙏🏿
Yessir, ill waiting for the day.
I'm a beast with these flows
Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled
They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold
Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please
It's the return of the Beast Coast
No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show
Incognito, is how you move on the strip What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit
Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped
Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that
I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that And everybody know (that shit crack!)
Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men
There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em
Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go
The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in
Ain't no half steppin' around me
And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer nigga
[Verse 2:]
Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'
Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hipster move with no 7D's
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies?
Got that shit mix and mastered, both remedies Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is
Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit
And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips
It's a shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man
When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme
Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me
My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupids
Chxppa1400 those are wrong
This shit was fun to rap out icl good verse bro 👍
in the name of steez, i will murder this
Let's hear what you got bro!
trashtalker ay u got it done?? Ima make one too
it’s been 7 years let’s hear it 😏
Grab the microphone pyscho flow, like a cyclone
Hit the booth with abuse and the kid might go
Right home to his room to figure where the light glow
Despite those telling him to give up on his dreams
And it seems that ambition isn't missing
It just clearer in his vision, hes efficient on a mission for revision, definition of the rap game
Listen to the radio, new song, that's lame
Popp em out like acne
Treat for the masses blast it out like acid
On the chart they be stacking cause the only thing that lacking is intelligence when rapping.
when was low IQ a fashion? Fuck that shit, imagine.
A world where we ain't scratching
For rations of the Green, it controls our life, its greed. Like you sold your life for free. But a soldier doesn't bleed.
Christian you killed that shit
Woah I Wasn't Expecting U 2 Kill This Shit. Good Rhymes.
Bro nice rhymes
Fire
Trash
This beat is dope like i fw this beat the begging is dope but i like how it drops fr
I’m free fallin, in limbo
All in just like im rollin up indo
Rhymes on paper is my mind’s fuckin’ window
Crimes or a caper not the way I been rose
I’m trey stoned, other brothers soft as butters
Stuttered another, verse milked from the udder
Maybe I’d benefit from moving the rudder
Tugging and bugging, erase you just like a rubber
Blistering mister thing, I’m fresher than Listerine
Masterfully executed with precision of guillotines
I’m crossing dimensions, with no suspension
And from my fuckin crypt, again I have risen
Already told ya, lethally trained just like a soldier
I be gleefully giving pain, the mic’ll mold ya
Remember the days, when mommy used to hold ya
And remember the ways, you would sit on daddy’s shoulders?
Polar to polar, from boulder to solar
I’m a fuckin torch nigga you’s just a smolder
Gonna carry that weight, and I ain’t talking cola
My nine pop, last see, up top just dark dreams
cop my last G, stop see trees dark green
Do I say what I mean, hold it in I’m a fiend
Mentally I’m dope, physically still not freed
+Jumbo M record
safe
best instrumental of all time idc
Flow deeper than most/ in the deep sea still seeing the coast/ straight galilee/ fish up in the boat/ the men in the water/ still trapped in the moat/
KNXWLEDGE PUTTING IN KNOWLEDGE AGAIN!
No minute, fuck a hour/
Got time but no power/
Timeless bee pollinatin flower/
The calm within the storm/
People mourn when buildings are torn/
Doesn't matter where you were born/
This is an alert, sound the horn/
No fear porn/
It's nature's turn to preform/
Spring, summer then fall of meteor showers on city towers/
Weather sweet n sour like kids I devour/
It's unexpected, undetected
like the wicked few selected
to control your perspective/
The mind neglected/
Now your soul infected/
It's subjective where you least expect it/
Like a fien for schemes
of false dreams
beamed thru black screens/
Making it hard to redeem/
Cup filled with only c.r.e.a.m
like an ice cream machine/
Read between the lines nah mean?/
Connect the dots n dip/
Take a trip n let it rip/
Like gas inside your hips
then out the ass pit/
You smell shit n throw a fit/
Chill out n sit/
Let homie roll it/
As I spit lit
with chapped lips
from red tips
of fat blunt hits/
Seriously though where's my ChapStick?/
World is stressin me out,
look at this fat zit!/
Laugh out loud
like a stand-up comedy crowd/
Wrap it up with a shroud/
Then let it pass like a cloud/
Now it's always sunny/
Philly cheesesteak does sounds yummy/
No vegan honey/
Sweet high like a gummy/
Comin out the tummy of a pregnant mummy/
Giving birth to this dummy/
Aren't I lovely?/
"That's all folk..." shut up bunny/
Quick jab, nose blood runny/
An energized assault n battery/
The cops after me/
At a dead-end, I'm stuck/
Shit outta luck/
Cuffed wrists with clinched fists, no money/
Yellin, "I ain't rich bitch"! Just funny/
No disrespect to a lady/
Chances of romances in a man's world are slim shady/
Society tryin to gate me/
Tryin to fake me to make me into sumthin that ain't me/
Though no fool shall taint me/
RIP Capital *STEEZ*
You planted your seeds
Now be at ease
Watch them grow
Let it flow
Cuz boi you already know!
Please tell me you record music
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when he said strawberries, i thought joey was gonna start rapping. so i ended up putting on my best impression of him and it ended up being akward for myself
Insert Name 😂😂
Intro]
Yes, skrawberries
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I'm a beast with these flows
Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled
They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold
Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please
It's the return of the Beast Coast
No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show
Incognito, is how you move on the strip
What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit
Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped
Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that
I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that
And everybody know (that shit crack!)
Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking
The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men
It makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen
It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em
Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go
The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico
My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin'
Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in
Ain't no half steppin' around me
And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya
Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, nigga
[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect
I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'
Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it's so heavenly
That shit'll get your hips to move with no 7D's
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies?
Got that shit mixed and mastered, both remedies
Grab a spoonful, we stirrin' up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is
Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit
And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips
It's a shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man
When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme
Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me
My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupids
real NY shit
This was originally produced by knxledge, call wh∆kares.
Original name Knxwledge - WhºK∆res from the skrawberries fundraiser volume 3
I could care less about your vices sir/
If you're featuring with me, you're like most get served/
I'm just playing/
Blaxican, citgo, prod/
Tenuto, my homeboy on Don/
That includes everyone on coast to coast/
Everytime they get a beat, they know they're supposed to float/
I'm so close to goat/
Like I'm almost there/
If you hear this ep, that means everyone's scared/
You gonna wish your maker met you when I'm bold tonight/
And ima hit you with this 50. like the bolts of Christ/
The flow's too nice/
I'm a ghost in white/
Cuz when the bass shakes the room, it's like a poltergeist/
This the typa beat to get me in a little trance state/
Maybe I could spit it slow I'm thinking I could translate/
Because you're always talking stupid/
And what's in my mind is like a walking revolution/
I spark it till I'm lucid/
I'm walking off like two hits/
so im hopping on this knxlwedge beat
finally acknowledging that i will prodigy
people got their doubts that really aint concerning me
people disconcerted with their earnings its a burden
when u cannot feed yo family
tragic when u panic
start sinking like titanic
oceanic waves drifitng
whilst i swim against the current
but its drowning me
heavy chains sinking
not in sync with my enviroment
not meeting no requirements but suffer with entitlement
cuz ik im gonna get it put the work in i deserve it
so i aint never really sweating on the surface
but below it i get nervous stomach churning
best respect this flow im learning
Idolise Cole&Drake they give me purpose
Now days people think life's supposed to be lit,
Years go by I'm too old for this shit,
They think I'm perpetrating but they don't know how I live,
I seen no changes someone needs to be exposing these kids.
To success so they won't wind up dead,
From and drug overdose or a bullet to their head,
I'm glad for those who wake up out of bed,
Today without catching lead.
Rip to X,
His legacy was left,
I feel so sorry for his death,
You and steez are two rappers that I'll never forget.
Someone NEEDS to do a lofi/mash up wit this 🙏🙏
Such a sweet nostalgic beat
This is the sickest beat I've heard in years. Pro Era ain't nuthin to fuck wit. RIP Steez.
Just waking up from an unpleasant dream
Cash rules everything around me, cream
Dead broke, but can’t a peasant dream?
I need paper by the ream
Cut from a different cloth, check the seam
Run on a different clock, me and time go way back
Tonight’s the night you won’t get the day back
Ahhhhhhhhhh shiit, beeen waitin ferr this. Watch meeee
Skatin joint right here!
My teeth hurt, I need work, but not the drug kind
The go to work kind, fuck crime
I'm tired of it, I'm tired of alot of things
So many wicked shit that I've got up in
Bitch injecting her self, times have only gotten worse
This is just another forgotten verse, this rotten thirst
I get for beer and drugs, wish I had it for work and success
My mom scream at me and I smirk and upset
Her and myself, I want to cry, but I've cried too many times
I've lied too many times, lately buyed too many dimes
They were 8 balls, tired of reminding myself of that fact
I'm jacked, look at myself in the mirror and I hear a wicked laugh
Look at the reflection and it's me laughing
It's me rapping attacking contacting
Your soul
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
They said It’s a matter of time until I’m bound to blowGetting use to the L’s so it’s safe to say that I’m bound to blow Wins and losses add em up but who’s keeping count though? They said the ones that’s down to ride or die Are right down the road
Knxwledge
Killumiunati, I kill illumanti
I feel like ghandi if he raised throwing strays to the body.
Fools watch me, and know they can’t top me
But still gon say that they top me i know it’s not problematic.
Automatics strapped for my radio station collapse,
And the sounds i spit ain’t enough in these raps.
Pragmatic people around me staying close to the past.
Listen closely i’ll drop a-bombs of intelligence on this track.
I’m telling fate straight to your face.
Like a fortune teller, make no mistake.
Shake an 8ball and ask will you relate.
To the fact my choppa spitting since 08’
That’s past a decade, tear scars like bad bandaids
Jealous of what the band made so i made them jealous of the man-made.
And what the man made,
I can’t say i’m destined to be the best,
When being the best take practice and training the flesh.
I already been out in the dark with no bulletproof vest.
But these bullets do rip through your face of enemy lines.
I’m tired of hearing bout the enemies lies.
White man in the illuminati man it sound so right.
But if i was in the shit you think i wouldn’t have a better life?
I mean a bed to make and a mattress, white sheets can’t catch this
Flow that i be spittin’ with funky rhythm till bubonic gon fill them.
I take a tub full of tonics and flashback to the fifth one.
Knowing that’s poison to my body and embody the killa.
real original dawg.
HUGE Props fam. Good lookin out
remix of this on my channel. i know the mastering is sub-par but it's a work in progress and a learning process
Strawberries
You cant see through these deep flows
The lies is transparent
I see the eye in the eagle
There Quantam Computers
With they eye on the people
There is a hidden prequal to the chapter of today
In paper trails
The Root of evil in money
Revelation in this Genesis
The second coming,
Is When it sunny,
The sun flares and the son appears
The time is near in this Atmosphere
I be at most at most fear
In my extensive care
The global elite flee to shelters
It seems seldom
These dreams are telling me
Thats something is compelling...
Why are people writing lyrics to every Instrumental video? Are they thinking theyre gonna get signed all of a sudden? Lol
It's for fun, maybe so others can get a feel of flow to the beat. So they can get inspired. Don't start jumping to conclusions because I'll leave you hypnotized like confusions.
Moist Booce Lmao !
iiRobotopz Why you laughin' lil bro?
Moist Booce Cause how you ended your comment with some fire hahaha
iiRobotopz Ah, thanks, I do rap myself, just waiting to start recording.
ya mean! the beat sweet but the beginning is sooo dope
aye imma use this for my nonprofit tape thanks!!
Just had a cypher to this instrumental
🔥
MF DOOM should fw this beat
Is it just me or did i hear this on Adult swim years ago, i tried looking through their Bumps history on a website but couldn't find this.
Sinister.
i might
If Xxxtentacion made a rap to this instrumental it'll be lit
D Smith it would’ve
welcome
That makes me sad.
never heard anything like this
Beeen looking this ! sickk shiit thanks
Yesssss i love you
Still slaps good look🏁
did sound like an adult swim beat
i feel like i rap better when my hair twisted/ niggas air ballin', but this heir gifted/ with this/ they handed me my crown with my name en-scripted/ i just rap shit i've done or about to live it/ so witness/ my poetic skills, not even done' i ripped it/ sealed it back, then gave the beat back stitches/ 1 time for the women, but cream bring the bitches/ i don't ever trip, just stay handling my business/ the flow is flicking off my lips, watch out it's poison/ just chillin' with my niggas and the Kat Stacks i'm avoidin'/ but if she's throwing it back,i'm like Kobe's team, i'm always open/ but i wouldn't fuck Kat Stacks... nigga i was joking/ But get me a Nia Long, give her long stroking/ - Quenton Spencer
Get em light skinned!
Spencer Money lmfao chill bruh.
Ight, ight. That was fire!
IF YOU WANT THE INSTRUMENTAL SUBSCRIBE, THEN MESSAGE ME I'LL EMAIL IT!
The rhyme goes with the first beat by the way
Picture me rolling
I mean freeze for a moment
You can tag along “say cheese”
And jus hold it
Reality check that’s on me
And that’s golden
Cuz everything i say is free
That’s why I’m chosen
Most y’all do it for money
It ain’t funny
Glass half full you fool
Don’t take from me
Karma is a bitch “it’s real”
So incoming!
Last but not least
I intend to win something!
Jus something I wrote In 5 min.
Squeeze in with a breeze in aint long to take a bullet Where you dont grin ,
LINK IN DESCRIPTION FOR THE SONG!
SKRAWBERRiES
Burnt um. Although I am confused on steez being gone much support to Joey #730 #ProEra what the hell is with 2047 ?
Hey, self....you downloaded this...just recently
shit dope af
일생은 자세하게 들쳐보면/은
숨막히는 굴래에 연속에 장애/물
다 둘러막은 시련과 최후 속/에
성공이란 목표치를 또 올려가네
probably it will not be easy
It depedns on your responsibility
인기인이 되는 건 쉽지가 않지
허나 이 바닥에서 내가 살아남을지
는 몰라 무궁한 결말에 인생드라/마
는 펼쳐지고 여기서 계속 이어/가
는 역사와 바이블에 하나/님
말씀 보고나
그대로 살거라 다짐하지/만
어렵고 지키기가 힘들/어
그래도 앞만 보고 걸어가는 태도
capacity 이 가 딸리지 난 절대 nobody
내 맘이 가는 대까지 하나님이 챙겨주시니
그래서 그분믿고 나는 항상 아멘
어디까지 이어질지 모르는 길에
악에 새력들에 절대로 내 신념
꺽이지 않고 매일 걸어가내
자신에
옥뜰이 옥슬이
ayye yo the tip of my whistle gone blow like the tip of a missle just hope you dont pull a muscle tryna hustle like this just know i spit this wittyness like kitty piss you know ignorance isnt bliss im just killin these kidssss, like a math wizzzz, but call me the wizard of this maze, or the wizard of the grays gaze upon days that pass like mundain not monday so keep your head up sometimes theres fun times even when its not the suns time, my mind be trapped in rewind but i dont mind im rippin 'em like columbine not binary numbers n fairy's wonder about this commodity cume on a key not a g so sloppily hip hopily skippin like scotty pipin yeah bitch im straight pimpin
I write just like you. and it was like i could read it perfectly with the beat in my head shit was dope af
Dashes
🔥🔥🔥
Knx the dun dunna!
flip ace.
can i take this beat ? i wanna rap to it and yess i plan on uploading it.,, for nonprofitable reasons
Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I'm a beast with these flows
Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled
They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold
Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please
It's the return of the Beast Coast
No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show
Incognito, is how you move on the strip
What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit
Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped
Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that
I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that
And everybody know (that shit crack!)
Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking
The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men
There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen
It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em
Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go
The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico
My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin'
Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in
Ain't no half steppin' around me
And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya
Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, nigga
[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect
I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'
Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it's so heavenly
That shit'll get your hips to move with no 7D's
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies?
Got that shit mix and mastered, both remedies
Grab a spoonful, we stirrin' up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is
Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit
And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips
It's a shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man
When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme
Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me
My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupids
What is the instrumental at the beginning? I only want that
I’m a beast with these flows
My bars are harder than these blows
To nose blood dripping there
She goes I got bitchies stripping
Off they’re clothes but I don’t want
these hoes so I pass em bros I keep
My circle close we do the most when
We boast we take toast fuck our enemies we make em Roast like a sun set on the coast I’m not Like most
In mind I’m a sick killer a real
Real rhyme thriller give me one shot
At Tupac’s killa so I can fill em up just faced a blunt so I’m ready to stunt like
a hot billa I’m a bone chilla you’re bitch
I feela when I come neara my words hitter
Like spear sex talk all you can hear near the ear sorry my dear But I must disappear this like a career Where
I must Persevere and your just holding
Me back here letting me hit it back here
But I’m tired of being back here nothing
Can hold me down not even a nice ass rear fuck you and your whole career unlike most I know how to steer just ask my peers driving high asf lookin at both mirrors down the street you hear us closing in yeah you fear us motherfucker hear us He who fucks
With Don is gone this a death note put into a song so fuck you for doing all
My homies wrong stupid ass snitch you punk ass bitch
What is the name of the instrumental at the beginning ??!?!??? Need that
Check it
Check the mic I’m the fire
Spitting off the top like geyser
I ain’t no lier
For my crimes they left me crucified
Doomed to die
Next day blew them by
Like a
Yeah send that instrumental please
Grip the game tight like fresh socks/ my lyrical bullets hit and leave ya chest open like mesh tops/ as a youngin pops was locked for slanging crack rocks/ no skylines in schenectady the ghetto is our backdrop/ in elementary I frequently induced knockouts like Bernard hop/ believe me I could teach you a little something bout hardknock/ keep it in tip top shape so I can reach the tip top of hip hop/ scrappin for the pentacle/ don't believe me fuck it, I consume the cynical
FUCKING THANK YOU.
can you make an instrumental for just the beginning beat?
whos the og producer to this?
word
knxledge
Sampled the original beat by Knxwledge.
This is knxwledge's beat. Off skrawberries.
can you make the instrumental for fromdatomb$
this should be loop for like 5minutes ...doap beat!
Ill sub, but i dont need the beat.. thanks for posting it Tre...
Do you even have to stay on beat if you rap over this
beat on the intro please
yo im sick like mini clinics
Why does the beginnig have to end damn
Done quickly awhile back but it's alright. My track to this beat. m.soundcloud.com/ironic2010/ironic-king-cobra
😊
Ima beast with these flows
the East Coast
where niggas bear fangs and teeth show
Like I’m sitting on a throne of cigarettes
I’m king smoke
So please note
Everything I spit is cancer
So please don’t