To be honest I can't study while listening to this. My mind runs wild like a lost child on a dark night, mid-evil times white knights trying to get into sword fights Fight or flight gotta go decide all of a sudden, see a stick of dynamite now I need a light but afterwards my thoughts collide I don't wanna die, yes I'm gonna die I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna run I don't wanna hide Guess I'll close my eyes and hope they don't take my life. Why! Does the sunset look perfect when u take your finale breath. Why! Do I seek success when I know my thought process is always on the suicide subject.....Wait what was I talking about oh ya. I can't study while listening to this because I start thinking of being young again instead of studying for my maths test tomorrow
Lookin' like a tiktak living it up like a flip flap, oh wrong person you be living it up like a fat flop with a mob being a mop for the blood on the ground. Running round like a muck talkin shit round you up duck a few hits,land a few more hits and these hits ain't gonna be like you're princess reps they gonna be including more of a hit then you can take.
So ;... Is it just me or did they go from 'rage mode I-IV' to 'RAGE MODE 5' to 'RAGE MODE X' and skip everything in between 5 and X? and then X to 21? Im so confused about these titles sometimes. I enjoy most of the beats don't get me wrong, but the titles man, I wanna know what happened.
42:2043:45 *just putting in another bookmark in so I can find my place. This video is a really great tool if you're writing raps, for f#&%ing 100% real 🔥
So, a reply would be nice about me posting this beat with lyrics. My song is almost done. About half way done. I will give you credit for the music and will not be trying to profit off it. Just wanna share my thoughts
Tyco's decision was not immediately returned but I think that is not just the case for a lot to talk with but I think it's important for you and 8th place that it is the only way you are a good
I'm using #9 "Agressive" to write another rap 😁. It's a perfect beat to write/practice chopper style rapping to. It really gets the "flow juices" going! Check out the last rap I made to this beat- look up "Deadly Injection" on my channel. Seriously #9 is a great tool!
Yoooo Trophy is serious !!!! I think I’ve played it for the last hour now. I’m creating martial arts videos for my dad . Getting the most out of my osmo pocket . If you don’t mind would I be able to spin trophy on non profit martial arts vids ? Have a bless 2021 🙏🏾
Just did 250 situps, 100 pushups, 50 jump squats, 100 calf raises and a 2 minute plank in around 7 minutes listening to this. I'm doing this to help my explosiveness.
mc i claim not to be, but beside me ya'll static, not even groovy. i would say an earthquakes comming through but i'm super sonic, can't measure that on the richter scale. xp
There is a post box, In a city of dreams, And a friend lives there. And the letters have seen My writing they have seen. I have seen his despair. He has seen my care. Not my letters, beware. But there is a post box, there. My letters didn't reach. Cuz nothing reaches there. There is a lamp post down his street, Blinking in, blinking out. And it has seen Clear September rays, Hazy October days, Foggy November haze, And chilly December waves. It hasn't seen people. But there are people there. Some blocks down my city, There are open manholes, And people climb down, To clean the slime of hatred, And the gases of despair. I've seen these people fall, From lack of budgets, For kits and overalls. But, there was a budget. Some states down my states, There is a grand hotel, With loyal people entombed in glasses of blue, red and saffron, They've been traded, And betrayed, Then they trade, And they betray, And when the total's found They change their rounds. They are people, not currency. Yet, there was loyalty there. In my city, in my phone, There are classes going on, In a University that teaches, To ignore, not to learn, To stay, not to yearn, To obey, not to blink, To hate, not to think. There isn't any restriction, though. But, it's called being social, no? In my nation, there was peace. There was daal, there was beef. There was Ram, there was Rahim. Now there's a mandir, and a plot. A citizen, and a detained blot. There is no dissent, only sedition. Free speech is a traitor's weapon. There is no water, there is no food, Our air is gone for good. There is fear, there is despair. There is a God, and the PM's chair. There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box, In a city of dreams, And a friend lives there. The letters have seen my writing. I have seen his despair. He has seen my care. Not my letters, though. They didn't reach. But there is a post box, there. There is a lamp post down his street, Blinking in, blinking out. There's a Light coming out the maze and it has seen Clear September rays, Hazy October days, Foggy November haze, And chilly December waves. It hasn't seen people. But there are people there full of rage. Some blocks down my city, There are open manholes, And people climb down, To clean the slime of hatred, And the gases of despair. I've seen these people fall, From lack of budgets, For kits and overalls. But, there was a budget. Some states down my states, There is a grand hotel, With loyal people entombed in glasses of blue, red and saffron, They've been traded, And betrayed, Then they trade, And they betray, And when the total's found They change their rounds. They are people, not currency. Yet, there was loyalty there. In my city, in my phone, There are classes going on, In a University that teaches, To ignore, not to learn, To stay, not to yearn, To obey, not to blink, To hate, not to think. There isn't any restriction, though. But, it's called being social, no? In my nation, there was peace. There was daal, there was beef. There was Ram, there was Rahim. Now there's a mandir, and a plot. A citizen, and a detained blot. There is no dissent, only sedition. Free speech is a traitor's weapon. There is no water, there is no food, Our air is gone for good. There is fear, there is despair. There is a God, and the PM's chair. There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box, In a city of dreams, And a friend lives there. The letters tell a scene my writing they have seen. I have seen his despair. He has seen my care. Not my letters, beware. There is a post box, there. But nothing reaches it's layer. And the fare, unfair. There is a post box there with letters obscene There is a lamp post down his street, Blinking in, blinking out. There's light coming out the maze, and it has seen Clear September rays, Hazy October days, Foggy November haze, And chilly December waves. It hasn't seen people. But there are people there. Some blocks down my city, There are open manholes where, people climb down, To clean the slime of despair, And the gases of hatred. They're dying Mr. Mayor There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution? From lack of budgets, For kits and overalls. But, there was a budget. Some states down my states, There is a grand hotel, With loyal people entombed in glasses of blue, red and saffron, They've been traded, And betrayed, Then they trade, And they betray, And when the total's found They change their rounds. They are people, not currency. Yet, there was loyalty there. In my city, in my phone, There are classes going on, In a University that teaches, To ignore, not to learn, To stay, not to yearn, To obey, not to blink, To hate, not to think. There isn't any restriction, though. But, it's called being social, no? In my nation, there was peace. There was daal, there was beef. There was Ram, there was Rahim. Now there's a mandir, and a plot. A citizen, and a detained blot. There is no dissent, only sedition. Free speech is a traitor's weapon. There is no water, there is no food, Our air is gone for good. There is fear, there is despair. There is a God, and the PM's chair. There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box, In a city of dreams, And a friend lives there. The letters tell a scene my writing they have seen. I have seen his despair. He has seen my care. Not my letters, beware. There is a post box, there. But nothing reaches it's layer. And the fare, unfair. There is a post box there with letters obscene Some blocks down my city, There are open manholes where, people climb down, To clean the slime of despair, And the gases of hatred. They're dying Mr. Mayor There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution? From lack of budgets, For kits and overalls. But, there was a budget. Some states down my states, There is a grand hotel, With loyal people entombed in glasses of blue, red and saffron, They've been traded, And betrayed, Then they trade, And they betray, And when the total's found They change their rounds. They are people, not currency. Yet, there was loyalty there. In my city, in my phone, There are classes going on, In a University that teaches, To ignore, not to learn, To stay, not to yearn, To obey, not to blink, To hate, not to think. There isn't any restriction, though. But, it's called being social, no? In my nation, there was peace. There was daal, there was beef. There was Ram, there was Rahim. Now there's a mandir, and a plot. A citizen, and a detained blot. There is no dissent, only sedition. Free speech is a traitor's weapon. There is no water, there is no food, Our air is gone for good. There is fear, there is despair. There is a God, and the PM's chair. There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box, In a city of dreams, And a friend lives there. The letters tell a scene my writings they have seen. I have seen his despair. He has seen my care. Not my letters, beware. There is a post box, there. But nothing reaches it's layer. What fares is unfair. Some blocks down my city, There are open manholes where, Some people climb down They climb down the stairs, Clean the slime of despair, And the gases of hatred. They're dying Mr. Mayor There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution? From lack of budgets, For kits and overalls. But, there was a budget. Some states down my states, There is a grand hotel, With loyal people entombed in glasses of blue, red and saffron, They've been traded, And betrayed, Then they trade, And they betray, And when the total's found They change their rounds. They are people, not currency. Yet, there was loyalty there. In my city, in my phone, There are classes going on, In a University that teaches, To ignore, not to learn, To stay, not to yearn, To obey, not to blink, To hate, not to think. There isn't any restriction, though. But, it's called being social, no? In my nation, there was peace. There was daal, there was beef. There was Ram, there was Rahim. Now there's a mandir, and a plot. A citizen, and a detained blot. There is no dissent, only sedition. Free speech is a traitor's weapon. There is no water, there is no food, Our air is gone for good. There is fear, there is despair. There is a God, and the PM's chair. There used to be a book, To prevent this destitution But, what do I invoke if My murderer is the constitution?
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Emre
Could I use these beats?
@@ricardav.p.2467de a❤
Dad: turn it off
Me: why?
Dad: we got bigger speakers downstairs
@Therealsavage 55 😁😁
hahahahahahhaaaaaaaaa
🔥🔥🔥
Wendell beats
lmaoo thats me as a father
Started freestyling to an ad without knowing it haha
Hahaha same 😂😂
Was it's good beat?
Happens all the time
@@TheRealGeeWanted 1qq
same
Dope mix! For your next one, use my beats, they would fit perfectly ;)
im a cow
@@Yourbullymaguire ok
NICE...!!!!!!!!
@@Yourbullymaguire nice
@@Yourbullymaguire Rekt 'em
Me in class: :/ Im bored
My teacher: Focus
Me: ok *proceeds to open youtube to listen to this*
I’m trying to make a rap song this is helpful
good luck
@@spewbert8184 he don’t need luck luck needs him
An hour long song
@@yrxmagnum1441 LOL
yo would love to throw some idea's around.?
I love how the 'Gooba' beat actually changes from verse/chorus. I'd love to see more of this type !
Nice shoutout!! Kept me here
Okay but like I listen to this while doing homework-
same lol
Same no cap
Same
Oh shit I just opened this for my homework too😅😆😆
O_O Same
25:20 24:29 38:30 (just putting in a bookmark so I can easily find my spot) 😁. This is a great beat to practice Chopper Style raps!
But
Get it done
the way someone says in the background "kYu TrAcKs"
yeah every fucking 30 seconds plus an ad every other beat
It’s queue track
I’m over here rapping each beat like it’s my album and shit lol all the beats fire
Using trap beats to write my assignments worked so well! This compilation is neither boring nor too distracting. Thank you!!
thank you! That is so nice to hear!
Bro if I did that I would accidently write rap lyrics instead of my assignment
@Király Barnabás FR I COULD NOT FOCUS
I do all my studying for med school to trap beats 🤣
Same! Love this going hard!
3:25 is the start to my favorite beat
That’s one fire
I blasted this to 100 volume with my dolby atmos speakers and the police pulled up
Gbr player
@@death8156literally
Your beats inspired me to start writing lyrics again... Thank you :)
BRUH THIS STUFF SLAPS HARDER THAN MY DADS BELT
omg
Lol 😂
I- sir- okeh-
LOL! you said farder
@@awesomegod8935 oh mb
The moment I step into my lab....double clicks desktop shortcut to this mix and immediately becomes more productive !!!!
I’m a gay lonely slender
Feel like writing lyrics to songs and i barely write u da best all the best 👍 ~♡Ella
Lol
To be honest I can't study while listening to this.
My mind runs wild like a lost child on a dark night, mid-evil times white knights trying to get into sword fights
Fight or flight gotta go decide all of a sudden, see a stick of dynamite now I need a light but afterwards my thoughts collide
I don't wanna die, yes I'm gonna die
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna run I don't wanna hide
Guess I'll close my eyes and hope they don't take my life.
Why! Does the sunset look perfect when u take your finale breath.
Why! Do I seek success when I know my thought process is always on the suicide subject.....Wait what was I talking about oh ya. I can't study while listening to this because I start thinking of being young again instead of studying for my maths test tomorrow
I can listen to this music all day and nice beats
thank you!
This is not aggressive at all, makes me want to fall asleep, if you want real aggressive beats listen to New York or UK drill
2. Fire 12. New 13. Flow 14. Amplify.. are my favorites of this mix.
Bruhhhhhhhh soooo nice!!!!
Bruhhhhhhhhh sooooo rice!!!!
Rice????
@@mat.com22133 race
@@ajskylord6672 what??
8. “Bounce” sounds so dope, just a chill ass beat no cap
You opinion
Lookin' like a tiktak living it up like a flip flap, oh wrong person you be living it up like a fat flop with a mob being a mop for the blood on the ground.
Running round like a muck talkin shit round you up duck a few hits,land a few more hits and these hits ain't gonna be like you're princess reps they gonna be including more of a hit then you can take.
Whoa 🤯. Some badass lyrics would make it haard. ;)
Boy this is some God music
🔥NEW RAGE MODE 2023 mix: th-cam.com/video/FvkljT4E7TY/w-d-xo.htmlsi=gjqAKg45ve_bIp8V
I write historical rap songs and I would love to have track custom made for me for my next song....ideas?. I love your stuff! Dope and creative!
So ;... Is it just me or did they go from 'rage mode I-IV' to 'RAGE MODE 5' to 'RAGE MODE X' and skip everything in between 5 and X? and then X to 21?
Im so confused about these titles sometimes.
I enjoy most of the beats don't get me wrong, but the titles man, I wanna know what happened.
Turn up ur volume to almost 100 then it’s so good
yooo
You mean me
I know i so it now
Yeah it's not loud on this phone
These are some good beats. I use this video to practice raps I'm writing. Nice selection of different beats
ME AND MY FREINDS MADE A SONG ABOUT THIS THIS THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT
42:20 43:45
*just putting in another bookmark in so I can find my place.
This video is a really great tool if you're writing raps, for f#&%ing 100% real 🔥
Im thinking of buying this to use on the intro screen of our new video game
This beat hits harder than my grandma down the stairs
I played Arsenal with this beat. Fun fact: I didn't regret it.
@strong asfuck LMAOOOOO
@WRẞ Cryocynical Yeah. But It USED to be hard for me.
@WRẞ Cryocynical Is this what they call chatting in the comments? XD
Me pro at arsenal
bet bro ill do that
These beats make me want to go beast mode!! God damn!! Imagine some fire ass lyrics!! Oh man!! These are amazing
Thank you so much for this i used it as background music when i was rapping! 😎🤑😄
this is hard-hitting and i like to use this music in my headphones when I go tryhard mode :)
The BMP is perfect for a quick cadence on the first one! SLAPPERS YO 👏🔥 🎧
will i get copyright with this if i use this in my stream? really love this thanks
i love first i have my inspiration thanks pls for me the first for 1 hour
Here's were I'm at I've been feeling numb for while Im preparing to attack my only fear is my own insanity realistic
The beat is extravagant and it goes so hard and putting tha lyrics is going to be a great challenge for the mind ya feel me..!
Which one 😂😅😂
@@ExtravigantTrickshot all of em
Ill be looking to use this for a cypher
Is this on Spotify Bc I LOVE IT
That number 12. "New" hits extra hard , they all slappin tho fam!
So, a reply would be nice about me posting this beat with lyrics.
My song is almost done. About half way done.
I will give you credit for the music and will not be trying to profit off it. Just wanna share my thoughts
More of these mixes!! It makes it easier to decide which ones that I may purchase.
So lit and makes it easy when u tryna make some lyrics. Lit 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
ayo this shit goes hard
DANG NICE,u can just feel the beat in ur veins!
tf
yo thank you for this! it's dope!
nobody:
literally nobody:
me crying because it brought back memories
29:47 "imma milk milk man imma milk man milk imma milk milk man imma man milk"
This is a good beat 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Tyco's decision was not immediately returned but I think that is not just the case for a lot to talk with but I think it's important for you and 8th place that it is the only way you are a good
0:22 is a good starting point
1:06
the first one hit soo hard
Perfect for marching snare practice 🤘🏼🥁
writing words.. shall i share when done?
I'm using #9 "Agressive" to write another rap 😁. It's a perfect beat to write/practice chopper style rapping to. It really gets the "flow juices" going!
Check out the last rap I made to this beat- look up "Deadly Injection" on my channel.
Seriously #9 is a great tool!
Dude, this is to cold 🥶
Yoooo Trophy is serious !!!! I think I’ve played it for the last hour now. I’m creating martial arts videos for my dad . Getting the most out of my osmo pocket . If you don’t mind would I be able to spin trophy on non profit martial arts vids ?
Have a bless 2021 🙏🏾
i can listen to this all day
Yoooo brooo this is lit I’m going to share it only if my dad says yes
Rockin that 6 string bass
Slappin as Rage Mode plays!! 🔥
I listen just to freestyle in ma head haha🤷🏽♂️💯😏
My bro back with the heaters 🔥🔥🔥 ⚡️
Just did 250 situps, 100 pushups, 50 jump squats, 100 calf raises and a 2 minute plank in around 7 minutes listening to this. I'm doing this to help my explosiveness.
You telling me you did this in around 7 mins? If so props but that seems like Mike Tyson level. Still though, keep grinding my G
100 50 2 7 :)
beat named FIRE is really🔥🔥
Best Rage Bro👌🔥🔥🔥🔥
buenos beats :D
Ice on my neck
Make the room feel
Chilly
Try something slick
nothing walking out
The Building
mc i claim not to be, but beside me ya'll static, not even groovy.
i would say an earthquakes comming through but i'm super sonic, can't measure that on the richter scale. xp
I still confused to which beat should I give review and how cuz all are fire AF 😍😍🔥🔥🔥😍🔥🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻
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Love the beats
Very good beats mate keep up the work mate
@@KingSurf2730 pp
Is this his only video?
you got some of the coldest bass lines
Vibin to these beats all day long
Glad to hear that!
I watched this 10 years because this is os lit!!!
you need english class ;-;
They ain’t ready for this... Lessss Goooowww 🔥💪
There is a post box,
In a city of dreams,
And a friend lives there.
And the letters have seen
My writing they have seen.
I have seen his despair.
He has seen my care.
Not my letters, beware.
But there is a post box, there.
My letters didn't reach. Cuz nothing reaches there.
There is a lamp post down his street,
Blinking in, blinking out.
And it has seen
Clear September rays,
Hazy October days,
Foggy November haze,
And chilly December waves.
It hasn't seen people.
But there are people there.
Some blocks down my city,
There are open manholes,
And people climb down,
To clean the slime of hatred,
And the gases of despair.
I've seen these people fall,
From lack of budgets,
For kits and overalls.
But, there was a budget.
Some states down my states,
There is a grand hotel,
With loyal people entombed
in glasses of blue, red and saffron,
They've been traded,
And betrayed,
Then they trade,
And they betray,
And when the total's found
They change their rounds.
They are people, not currency.
Yet, there was loyalty there.
In my city, in my phone,
There are classes going on,
In a University that teaches,
To ignore, not to learn,
To stay, not to yearn,
To obey, not to blink,
To hate, not to think.
There isn't any restriction, though.
But, it's called being social, no?
In my nation, there was peace.
There was daal, there was beef.
There was Ram, there was Rahim.
Now there's a mandir, and a plot.
A citizen, and a detained blot.
There is no dissent, only sedition.
Free speech is a traitor's weapon.
There is no water, there is no food,
Our air is gone for good.
There is fear, there is despair.
There is a God, and the PM's chair.
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box,
In a city of dreams,
And a friend lives there.
The letters have seen my writing.
I have seen his despair.
He has seen my care.
Not my letters, though. They didn't reach.
But there is a post box, there.
There is a lamp post down his street,
Blinking in, blinking out.
There's a Light coming out
the maze and it has seen
Clear September rays,
Hazy October days,
Foggy November haze,
And chilly December waves.
It hasn't seen people.
But there are people there full of rage.
Some blocks down my city,
There are open manholes,
And people climb down,
To clean the slime of hatred,
And the gases of despair.
I've seen these people fall,
From lack of budgets,
For kits and overalls.
But, there was a budget.
Some states down my states,
There is a grand hotel,
With loyal people entombed
in glasses of blue, red and saffron,
They've been traded,
And betrayed,
Then they trade,
And they betray,
And when the total's found
They change their rounds.
They are people, not currency.
Yet, there was loyalty there.
In my city, in my phone,
There are classes going on,
In a University that teaches,
To ignore, not to learn,
To stay, not to yearn,
To obey, not to blink,
To hate, not to think.
There isn't any restriction, though.
But, it's called being social, no?
In my nation, there was peace.
There was daal, there was beef.
There was Ram, there was Rahim.
Now there's a mandir, and a plot.
A citizen, and a detained blot.
There is no dissent, only sedition.
Free speech is a traitor's weapon.
There is no water, there is no food,
Our air is gone for good.
There is fear, there is despair.
There is a God, and the PM's chair.
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box,
In a city of dreams,
And a friend lives there.
The letters tell a scene
my writing they have seen.
I have seen his despair.
He has seen my care.
Not my letters, beware.
There is a post box, there.
But nothing reaches it's layer.
And the fare, unfair.
There is a post box there with letters obscene
There is a lamp post down his street,
Blinking in, blinking out.
There's light coming out the maze, and it has seen
Clear September rays,
Hazy October days,
Foggy November haze,
And chilly December waves.
It hasn't seen people.
But there are people there.
Some blocks down my city,
There are open manholes where,
people climb down,
To clean the slime of despair,
And the gases of hatred.
They're dying Mr. Mayor
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
From lack of budgets,
For kits and overalls.
But, there was a budget.
Some states down my states,
There is a grand hotel,
With loyal people entombed
in glasses of blue, red and saffron,
They've been traded,
And betrayed,
Then they trade,
And they betray,
And when the total's found
They change their rounds.
They are people, not currency.
Yet, there was loyalty there.
In my city, in my phone,
There are classes going on,
In a University that teaches,
To ignore, not to learn,
To stay, not to yearn,
To obey, not to blink,
To hate, not to think.
There isn't any restriction, though.
But, it's called being social, no?
In my nation, there was peace.
There was daal, there was beef.
There was Ram, there was Rahim.
Now there's a mandir, and a plot.
A citizen, and a detained blot.
There is no dissent, only sedition.
Free speech is a traitor's weapon.
There is no water, there is no food,
Our air is gone for good.
There is fear, there is despair.
There is a God, and the PM's chair.
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box,
In a city of dreams,
And a friend lives there.
The letters tell a scene
my writing they have seen.
I have seen his despair.
He has seen my care.
Not my letters, beware.
There is a post box, there.
But nothing reaches it's layer.
And the fare, unfair.
There is a post box there with letters obscene
Some blocks down my city,
There are open manholes where,
people climb down,
To clean the slime of despair,
And the gases of hatred.
They're dying Mr. Mayor
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
From lack of budgets,
For kits and overalls.
But, there was a budget.
Some states down my states,
There is a grand hotel,
With loyal people entombed
in glasses of blue, red and saffron,
They've been traded,
And betrayed,
Then they trade,
And they betray,
And when the total's found
They change their rounds.
They are people, not currency.
Yet, there was loyalty there.
In my city, in my phone,
There are classes going on,
In a University that teaches,
To ignore, not to learn,
To stay, not to yearn,
To obey, not to blink,
To hate, not to think.
There isn't any restriction, though.
But, it's called being social, no?
In my nation, there was peace.
There was daal, there was beef.
There was Ram, there was Rahim.
Now there's a mandir, and a plot.
A citizen, and a detained blot.
There is no dissent, only sedition.
Free speech is a traitor's weapon.
There is no water, there is no food,
Our air is gone for good.
There is fear, there is despair.
There is a God, and the PM's chair.
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
There is a post box,
In a city of dreams,
And a friend lives there.
The letters tell a scene
my writings they have seen.
I have seen his despair.
He has seen my care.
Not my letters, beware.
There is a post box, there.
But nothing reaches it's layer.
What fares is unfair.
Some blocks down my city,
There are open manholes where,
Some people climb down
They climb down the stairs,
Clean the slime of despair,
And the gases of hatred.
They're dying Mr. Mayor
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
From lack of budgets,
For kits and overalls.
But, there was a budget.
Some states down my states,
There is a grand hotel,
With loyal people entombed
in glasses of blue, red and saffron,
They've been traded,
And betrayed,
Then they trade,
And they betray,
And when the total's found
They change their rounds.
They are people, not currency.
Yet, there was loyalty there.
In my city, in my phone,
There are classes going on,
In a University that teaches,
To ignore, not to learn,
To stay, not to yearn,
To obey, not to blink,
To hate, not to think.
There isn't any restriction, though.
But, it's called being social, no?
In my nation, there was peace.
There was daal, there was beef.
There was Ram, there was Rahim.
Now there's a mandir, and a plot.
A citizen, and a detained blot.
There is no dissent, only sedition.
Free speech is a traitor's weapon.
There is no water, there is no food,
Our air is gone for good.
There is fear, there is despair.
There is a God, and the PM's chair.
There used to be a book,
To prevent this destitution
But, what do I invoke if
My murderer is the constitution?
Hey, What should i do to make these types of beats
Music production or sound designe
Because I love this job by heart❤️
Plz answer dude..
Sickest beats ever
Im gonna use this to my raps so yeah thanks dude
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Barely on the first beat and I already am in love
Nice to hear that!
This helped alot with fighting the ending boss in shrek in the backrooms roblox
"You trust".
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I like this beat when it starts i bang my head
Good stuff 1 out of 10 a good 11 I like 👍
3:19 , nope 9:05 ?
9:17 V1 H
9:32 B
9:45 C
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10:12 V 1A
10:26 V1 B
10:53 B
11:06 C
11:23 V
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I like all beat prod kyu tracks ❤❤💥💥
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KILLING THIS SHIT SNAPPING FREE LIVE AS I WRITE GOOGOG
THANK YOU GOD.
PEACE BROTHER.
thank you!
These beats are the GOAT
They for me
this channel is amazing
Each like plays the Beat again
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We are proud to be on the cover of these songs. your songs give life to our photos. thank you for everything
Man, this is gonna lul me to sleep with how slow it is