Bro Dan’s beats are something else. I have bought 20+ already. Freestyled over countless of them. And my first released song is on a JustDan beat. A gem of a discovery for me. NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM BLOWING UP WITH THIS BEAT SELECTION FR 🙏🏽😤🔥
(Verse 1) Yo, momma had hundreds of tears, Playin' those nights when the struggle was real, Pop left a void, now it's hard to appeal, Feelin’ abandoned, like we lost our appeal, Empty fridge, just a box with a meal, She whispered “keep your head high, we gon' heal,” But I saw the pain, that hunger, it stole, Every word he’d spoken, a wound to my soul. Oh, momma, you fought through the storms, Held me close, kept me safe in your arms, While we shivered in shadows, you lit up the dark, Through the cold and the fear, you ignited a spark. Grass was blazin', dreams got frozen, Every promise he made, just a joke, and he chose them, A coward on the run, while we were holdin’ on, Waking up in the night, like, "where he gone?" But you stitched up my heart with your love and resolve, Built a castle from the pain, like a puzzle we solved, Jigsaw dreams, put 'em together with grace, Through the trials and the tears, I can see your embrace.
One hundred snakes, One hundred knives, One hundred years, When I was trying to pull them out, Now my back got a hundred scars and I'm so close to passing out, And I wish I knew the answer it Ain't fair to leave me out, Fuck it I'ma just stay moving ain't no time to sit and pout, Put my life into the music because these rhymes ain’t let me down, I been fucking up the game don’t think it’s time to pull it out, And they said they want a fade but they ain’t tryna to make that bout,
Ain't smart Started as sparks Ended up as ashes False hearts always take damage Soft moans on the mattress Doesn't matter I'm always playing these games Another heartache parade Paradise where I lay
Paradise where I lay As her eyes tell lies Just to manipulate the strings in my heart And make me feel like I’m too defected to love But who am I to judge as a kid who’s never felt love Deep inside my mind as it decays thinking that she loves me but to her it’s just another game Feeling numb to the tears rolling down my face Feeling numb to the feeling of love I’ve been hung beside As I left myself loose I hear her laughter from a distance a beautiful melody laced with deceit Now I’m just another broken man phased by defeat Getting lost within the maze placed inside my mind as I question If I’m merely a pawn in this intricate play where emotions are masks that we wear that day by day But tell me god who am I to stay, who am to love When in this life you only get recognized by the shiny chains and the private planes Tell me god what are my words worth if in this new rap game you only need a good hook about drugs,girls,and money but I find it funny how I was told once I reach that level I’ll finally be good enough for someone just to love me But what’s it really worth if I’ll never know if it’s me that they want or my fucking money God I’m so tired of being stuck in this lovers arcade where my hearts the only game getting played Maybe I’ll just take that Sharp blade and cut away her love as I now see hurting me is her one desire I wish I was told that the most beautiful smile can tell the ugliest lies Now I’m just the fool who part takes in this lovers arcade I should’ve played it smart Like what the fuck was I thinking from the start A guy like me with a girl like her is just a fantasy intertwined inside of a mind that was once divine of the thought of love Now tell me god…who am I to love as these hundred tears roll into a stream of despair… ( ending verse/hook) One hundred years One hundred lies One hundred knives One hundred eyes One hundred cries X2
Another master piece Been over 4 years with ya on this journey of creations I’ve used a few of ya beats always gave credit where it’s due I don’t make money I make songs cause it’s what I love to do albeit I’m unhinged as fuck Love your stuff man your beats saved me from self destruction more than I can count I hope you keep loving what you do hope your life turns out how you want to shape it it’s a struggle out here 🖤
Че там брат кайдасын Кашан сен кайтасын Сен кашан барасын Неге сен коясын Аркашан жарайсын Ну че там калайсын Че та жаман карайсын Ес че маган звондайсын Хоть сен маган уйнамайсын
Dedico questa al mondo che non si da per vinto A quello che combatte e perde contro l'affitto A chi ha scritto, la storia cupa di sé stesso A chi si sente perso A chi passi attraverso A chi affoga dentro un Long Island A chi sbaglia, alla mia portinaia A chi si mi mischia nel marasma, a chi plasma A chi brucia il cuore come magma, a chi ha perso mamma A chi non deraglia, chi con pazienza veglia Per ammirare un'altra volta l'alba A chi parla a cuore aperto A chi comunica il suo mondo a stento, a chi ha perso tempo A chi legge tra le righe, a chi ride A chi colleziona calamite e rime assassine A chi costruisce, chi capisce Che le cose nella vita non andranno sempre lisce A chi cresce senza scarpe, a chi parte Lasciandosi alle spalle troppe domande A chi perde a carte, a chi è distante A chi fa a cazzotti con la sua stessa mente A chi semina, a chi è bravo in matematica A chi risponde solo e soltanto alla sua logica A chi fuma l'erba, a chi osserva A chi brilla nonostante sia in riserva Questa la dedico al mondo che conta A chi soffre nel silenzio quando la notte è fonda Questa è per chi ti ascolta, per chi tira forte il carro senza mai spezzare la corda Questa la dedico a chi non ha smesso A chi la sera torna a casa presto A chi fa fatica a starsi appresso A chi sbocca l'anima nel cesso A chi non si sopporta, a chi scorda A chi è pronto a cavalcare l'onda A chi non ha parole per esprimersi Per rassumersi Prima che l'ultima speranza evapori A chi balla il tango, sorvolando Cinque continenti allo stesso tempo A chi vive lento, assaporando ogni secondo A chi non si preoccupa del fiato corto A chi cura l'orto, senza curarsi troppo A chi ha perso la guerra dell'Oppio A chi non sa decidere e recidere rapporti, a chi A chi non sa recidere, a chi si spinge al limite
Stand here Let me whisper in your earrr Have no fear For its the pharoahs year i hear it clear My mfing reings are binky motha fucking mustangs She blacked how will widow act Spider spindle sow & mc ren remble ❤
Серый мегаполис За окном дожди Фонари сияют, а звезды все в тени Лужи отражают души всех вокруг Но сердца сближает, тепло горячих рук Мои песни на повторе в твоей новом МП3 Я тобой часто спорю , моя ошибка извини
Why? Do I always feel as if... I was never good enough in the first place How life can't be simply played the same. Because every dam day I go more insane. These therapist tell me that I have to slow down To not clown around. Knock myself down. Or skip town. Honestly, honesty doesn't get you very far anyways. I'd rather make more cheddar the fine provolone. And spend it on things I can condome. Than to be alone. Whoops wait! Thats to late, Guess thats fate. Went at such a fast rate of spending. That not even the liquor could catch up to date.😮 I tried to pray, tried to stay, tried to cast it all way. To move on not treat my self as another pawn That would constantly mow lawns And wait for my wife at dawn. To be the better man for my daughter! That was until that night when she cheated at a bar with another man. Picked her up from school again! Crashed head on to a semi not knowing what a fool shes been. She cried and cried And as I arived my heart slowly began to die. As my sight was right my daughter had passed on into the light. I still remain as I try to withstand this pain. Most nights I sit in the rain and cry until I relize there are no tears right? Only the beer that brings minimal cheer but helps clear the vision left. I was her role model, I remember me and her at the movie's, the good old days. We had so much fun there was so much to say. I will see you finally today. As it is my 85 birthday and I am ready to be with you. Hooray!
qui per me ormai è sempre buio lei non è mia ma purtroppo io sono suo e son di nuovo qui quattro mura che mi opprimono con ste mani che scrivono e non si fermano è come se con la musica c’avessi un debito come se fossi dedito a sto male che mi dedico è come se l’amassi indirettamente ma come glielo spiego che la vita mi ha provato a tal punto da non provare più niente io di rime ne ho tante perché il pensiero di un amore ideale mi sembra fuorviante e faccio rime finché non ci sputo sopra il sangue E ij t chiamm o frat o fat t l’ha rat sti sord nun l’è faticat a vit t l’ha regalat nun sai nu cazz e c vo ricr crescr ndo post sbagliat a casa toj e tasc so semp pien poi fai na stori che è o rifless re compless c tien o dic pcchè teng a ragg ca m scorr nd e ven è comm si ntness emozion pcchè a vit m’ha mparat ca n esist l’amor a music è sul nu mezz divers ra a violenz p tirà a raggia afor p tirà a raggia afor oramai è tantu tiemp ca nun facc nu sorris e si o facc o facc favz a ver ngopp o vis ca so succub ra vit comm o megl ra famiglia migl ca purtropp s’è accis
Mis lágrimas derramando Mientras recuerdo lo que e pasado El paso ya pasó pero mira atrapado Yo solo le pido ami Dios Que no me olvide de quién soy el kinto sentido lo ando usando mientras la vivo real Cantando Para bando Yo sé que muchos hablaron Pero usted sabe quién anda rifanfo
Mis lágrimas derramando Mientras recuerdo lo que e pasado El paso ya pasó pero mira atrapado Yo solo le pido ami Dios Que no me olvide de quién soy el kinto sentido lo ando usando mientras la vivo real Cantando Para bando Yo sé que muchos hablaron Pero usted sabe quién anda rifanfo Ruta 420 Pego un ipacto Por la azucena ciruelos y el salto Mi mundo estaba en gris Pero de ahí pude salir Me recuerdo caminando Mientras iva de aprendis Hoy solo dejo que piensen Que no puedo seguir Los ando tumbado Mientas armó otro hits La suerte está girando Y yo no creo en ella Tengo mucho fe Para continuar con ella
Mi mundo estaba en gris Pero de ahí pude salir Me recuerdo caminando Mientras iva de aprendis Hoy solo dejo que piensen Que no puedo seguir Los ando tumbado Mientas armó otro hits La suerte está girando Y yo no creo en ella Tengo mucho fe Para continuar con ella
I could spend a hundred years writing out a hundred fears, a hundred tiers above a hunter's ear, a hummingbird appeared A hundred peers that hunger reered its ugly head into their gears, a hundred dreary machinations Machiavelli couldn't bare
Good luck to everyone who listens to this beat🔥🔥🔥
and to you as well brother!
you too bro bro
You too
You too pa 🫡
Likewise
ive been writing and listening to type beats for 10 years, this one, is one of the best. keep it up brother Dan
Thank you!
@@justdanbeats pleasure king! , would be beyond thrilled if you could check mine out and leave any critic/feedback , peace big bro!
Dan never fails
Just dan do not miss this goes stupid hard
Bro Dan’s beats are something else. I have bought 20+ already. Freestyled over countless of them. And my first released song is on a JustDan beat. A gem of a discovery for me.
NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM BLOWING UP WITH THIS BEAT SELECTION FR 🙏🏽😤🔥
Great Work 🔥🔥🔥
Goes hard man 🔥
wow, such a fire beat
Awesome beat! 🔥
This hitting the soul ay❤
🔥
Level is high 👀
(Verse 1)
Yo, momma had hundreds of tears,
Playin' those nights when the struggle was real,
Pop left a void, now it's hard to appeal,
Feelin’ abandoned, like we lost our appeal,
Empty fridge, just a box with a meal,
She whispered “keep your head high, we gon' heal,”
But I saw the pain, that hunger, it stole,
Every word he’d spoken, a wound to my soul.
Oh, momma, you fought through the storms,
Held me close, kept me safe in your arms,
While we shivered in shadows, you lit up the dark,
Through the cold and the fear, you ignited a spark.
Grass was blazin', dreams got frozen,
Every promise he made, just a joke, and he chose them,
A coward on the run, while we were holdin’ on,
Waking up in the night, like, "where he gone?"
But you stitched up my heart with your love and resolve,
Built a castle from the pain, like a puzzle we solved,
Jigsaw dreams, put 'em together with grace,
Through the trials and the tears, I can see your embrace.
One hundred snakes,
One hundred knives,
One hundred years,
When I was trying to pull them out,
Now my back got a hundred scars and I'm so close to passing out,
And I wish I knew the answer it Ain't fair to leave me out,
Fuck it I'ma just stay moving ain't no time to sit and pout,
Put my life into the music because these rhymes ain’t let me down,
I been fucking up the game don’t think it’s time to pull it out,
And they said they want a fade but they ain’t tryna to make that bout,
Detective heartbreak
Detect the mark made
Deduce desire
From the use of sharp blade
Fools who partake
Take part in this lovers arcade
Ain't smart
Ain't smart
Started as sparks
Ended up as ashes
False hearts always take damage
Soft moans on the mattress
Doesn't matter
I'm always playing these games
Another heartache parade
Paradise where I lay
Paradise where I lay
As her eyes tell lies
Just to manipulate the strings in my heart
And make me feel like I’m too defected to love
But who am I to judge as a kid who’s never felt love
Deep inside my mind as it decays thinking that she loves me but to her it’s just another game
Feeling numb to the tears rolling down my face
Feeling numb to the feeling of love I’ve been hung beside
As I left myself loose I hear her laughter from a distance a beautiful melody laced with deceit
Now I’m just another broken man phased by defeat
Getting lost within the maze placed inside my mind as I question
If I’m merely a pawn in this intricate play where emotions are masks that we wear that day by day
But tell me god who am I to stay, who am to love
When in this life you only get recognized by the shiny chains and the private planes
Tell me god what are my words worth if in this new rap game you only need a good hook about drugs,girls,and money but I find it funny how I was told once I reach that level I’ll finally be good enough for someone just to love me
But what’s it really worth if I’ll never know if it’s me that they want or my fucking money
God I’m so tired of being stuck in this lovers arcade where my hearts the only game getting played
Maybe I’ll just take that Sharp blade and cut away her love as I now see hurting me is her one desire
I wish I was told that the most beautiful smile can tell the ugliest lies
Now I’m just the fool who part takes in this lovers arcade
I should’ve played it smart
Like what the fuck was I thinking from the start
A guy like me with a girl like her is just a fantasy intertwined inside of a mind that was once divine of the thought of love
Now tell me god…who am I to love as these hundred tears roll into a stream of despair…
( ending verse/hook)
One hundred years
One hundred lies
One hundred knives
One hundred eyes
One hundred cries X2
Hardd
Heat
❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥GOAT
Another master piece Been over 4 years with ya on this journey of creations I’ve used a few of ya beats always gave credit where it’s due I don’t make money I make songs cause it’s what I love to do albeit I’m unhinged as fuck
Love your stuff man your beats saved me from self destruction more than I can count
I hope you keep loving what you do hope your life turns out how you want to shape it it’s a struggle out here
🖤
Same here 🎯
🔥🔥🔥🔥
I usually dont agree with comments cause they pander but gawd dayum 👀this and familiar faces beat slaps
WERE SO BACK
Just wrote some of my best shit lately on this. Better believe it's 1:51 mins of straight bars and nun else🙏
Че там брат кайдасын
Кашан сен кайтасын
Сен кашан барасын
Неге сен коясын
Аркашан жарайсын
Ну че там калайсын
жаман карайсын
маган звондайсын
❤
Че там брат кайдасын
Кашан сен кайтасын
Сен кашан барасын
Неге сен коясын
Аркашан жарайсын
Ну че там калайсын
Че та жаман карайсын
Ес че маган звондайсын
Хоть сен маган уйнамайсын
Dedico questa al mondo
che non si da per vinto
A quello che combatte e perde contro l'affitto
A chi ha scritto, la storia cupa di sé stesso
A chi si sente perso
A chi passi attraverso
A chi affoga dentro un Long Island
A chi sbaglia, alla mia portinaia
A chi si mi mischia nel marasma, a chi plasma
A chi brucia il cuore come magma, a chi ha perso mamma
A chi non deraglia, chi con pazienza veglia
Per ammirare un'altra volta l'alba
A chi parla a cuore aperto
A chi comunica il suo mondo a stento, a chi ha perso tempo
A chi legge tra le righe, a chi ride
A chi colleziona calamite e rime assassine
A chi costruisce, chi capisce
Che le cose nella vita non andranno sempre lisce
A chi cresce senza scarpe, a chi parte
Lasciandosi alle spalle troppe domande
A chi perde a carte, a chi è distante
A chi fa a cazzotti con la sua stessa mente
A chi semina, a chi è bravo in matematica
A chi risponde solo e soltanto alla sua logica
A chi fuma l'erba, a chi osserva
A chi brilla nonostante sia in riserva
Questa la dedico al mondo che conta
A chi soffre nel silenzio quando la notte è fonda
Questa è per chi ti ascolta, per chi tira forte il carro senza mai spezzare la corda
Questa la dedico a chi non ha smesso
A chi la sera torna a casa presto
A chi fa fatica a starsi appresso
A chi sbocca l'anima nel cesso
A chi non si sopporta, a chi scorda
A chi è pronto a cavalcare l'onda
A chi non ha parole per esprimersi
Per rassumersi
Prima che l'ultima speranza evapori
A chi balla il tango, sorvolando
Cinque continenti allo stesso tempo
A chi vive lento, assaporando ogni secondo
A chi non si preoccupa del fiato corto
A chi cura l'orto, senza curarsi troppo
A chi ha perso la guerra dell'Oppio
A chi non sa decidere e recidere rapporti, a chi
A chi non sa recidere, a chi si spinge al limite
Just wait for what I got cooked up 😂❤️ love y’all
Stand here
Let me whisper in your earrr
Have no fear
For its the pharoahs year i hear it clear
My mfing reings are binky motha fucking mustangs
She blacked how will widow act
Spider spindle sow & mc ren remble ❤
Серый мегаполис
За окном дожди
Фонари сияют, а звезды все в тени
Лужи отражают души всех вокруг
Но сердца сближает, тепло горячих рук
Мои песни на повторе в твоей новом МП3
Я тобой часто спорю , моя ошибка извини
Estaria
Entero de brigido pegar
Un tema
Y ke ese tema
Fuera un tema de rap,
Көхсүбүн арыйан көр, онно биһиллибэтэх чэр,
Быһах суола суох ханан даҕаны, тоҥсуйуу үстэ,
Арай мин сирэйбэр баар эбит оҕо эрдинээҕи чэр,
Ол мин уруккум үөһэттэн кини кэлэн түспүтэ.
finna hop on this asap 🩸
anyone down to work HMU ⚰️🔥
ESCUCHEN LA JOYA DE CANCIÓN QUE HICE CON ESTE BEAT 🎶😮💨😮💨
Why? Do I always feel as if...
I was never good enough in the first place
How life can't be simply played the same.
Because every dam day I go more insane.
These therapist tell me that I have to slow down
To not clown around.
Knock myself down.
Or skip town.
Honestly, honesty doesn't get you very far anyways.
I'd rather make more cheddar the fine provolone. And spend it on things I can condome.
Than to be alone.
Whoops wait!
Thats to late,
Guess thats fate.
Went at such a fast rate of spending.
That not even the liquor could catch up to date.😮
I tried to pray, tried to stay, tried to cast it all way.
To move on not treat my self as another pawn
That would constantly mow lawns And wait for my wife at dawn.
To be the better man for my daughter!
That was until that night when she cheated at a bar
with another man.
Picked her up from school again! Crashed head on to a semi not knowing what a fool shes been.
She cried and cried
And as I arived my heart slowly began to die.
As my sight was right my daughter had passed on into the light.
I still remain as I try to withstand this pain.
Most nights I sit in the rain and cry until I relize there are no tears right?
Only the beer that brings minimal cheer but helps clear the vision left.
I was her role model, I remember me and her at the movie's, the good old days.
We had so much fun there was so much to say.
I will see you finally today. As it is my 85 birthday and I am ready to be with you. Hooray!
Few hunnid years,
Few hunnid tears,
Like I I don’t really give a fuck like what I fear?,
qui per me ormai è sempre buio lei non è mia ma purtroppo io sono suo
e son di nuovo qui quattro mura che mi
opprimono con ste mani che scrivono e non si fermano è come se con la musica c’avessi un debito come se fossi dedito a sto male che mi dedico
è come se l’amassi indirettamente ma come glielo spiego che la vita mi ha provato a tal punto da non provare più niente
io di rime ne ho tante perché il
pensiero di un amore ideale mi sembra fuorviante e faccio rime finché non ci sputo sopra il sangue
E ij t chiamm o frat o fat t l’ha rat sti sord nun l’è faticat a vit t l’ha regalat nun sai nu cazz e c vo ricr crescr ndo post sbagliat
a casa toj e tasc so semp pien poi fai na stori che è o rifless re compless c tien o dic pcchè teng a ragg ca m scorr nd e ven
è comm si ntness emozion pcchè a vit m’ha mparat ca n esist l’amor
a music è sul nu mezz divers ra a violenz p tirà a raggia afor p tirà a raggia afor
oramai è tantu tiemp ca nun facc nu sorris e si o facc o facc favz a ver ngopp o vis ca so succub ra vit comm o megl ra famiglia migl ca purtropp s’è accis
Mis lágrimas derramando
Mientras recuerdo lo que e pasado
El paso ya pasó pero mira atrapado
Yo solo le pido ami Dios
Que no me olvide de quién soy
el kinto sentido lo ando usando
mientras la vivo real
Cantando Para bando
Yo sé que muchos hablaron
Pero usted sabe quién anda rifanfo
Mis lágrimas derramando
Mientras recuerdo lo que e pasado
El paso ya pasó pero mira atrapado
Yo solo le pido ami Dios
Que no me olvide de quién soy
el kinto sentido lo ando usando
mientras la vivo real
Cantando Para bando
Yo sé que muchos hablaron
Pero usted sabe quién anda rifanfo
Ruta 420
Pego un ipacto
Por la azucena ciruelos y el salto
Mi mundo estaba en gris
Pero de ahí pude salir
Me recuerdo caminando
Mientras iva de aprendis
Hoy solo dejo que piensen
Que no puedo seguir
Los ando tumbado
Mientas armó otro hits
La suerte está girando
Y yo no creo en ella
Tengo mucho fe
Para continuar con ella
Mi mundo estaba en gris
Pero de ahí pude salir
Me recuerdo caminando
Mientras iva de aprendis
Hoy solo dejo que piensen
Que no puedo seguir
Los ando tumbado
Mientas armó otro hits
La suerte está girando
Y yo no creo en ella
Tengo mucho fe
Para continuar con ella
Esto se me dio mucho apoyo al que me ayudo
🩵
Any thoughts on my new song?
🫡
Hta nban. Mani bad mani khir
Msm3t hta 7ass .donc hkali l7iit
.li déprimé déprimé mahma kan
Afri CV. Roh lhik jibo skimi ya salam
I could spend a hundred years writing out a hundred fears, a hundred tiers above a hunter's ear, a hummingbird appeared
A hundred peers that hunger reered its ugly head into their gears, a hundred dreary machinations Machiavelli couldn't bare
Dan never fails