My Game Ancient as Sanskrit, we holders of Knowledge and tote blixks, dealt with pain, jotted it all down in scripts, outlandish shit, painted visuals you tend to miss with a camera lense, I AM Him, vainglorious with our Pens, Scribe or Die, triangle offense trifecta DarkLight, Imperious and King Anu shoot for Wins, beginning to End, ghetto philosopers from apartments, tenements and projects, tapped in to the treasures within, animal furs, pockets full of lettuce, gold trinkets, different ornaments, debated for hours with college professors, told em, "Your knowledge from dead books, mines from the Source & Essence from now til my final rest, still, I'm on schedule to decapitating Satan, picture me Fresh, perched on my throne labeled as the Best, no use of hating...with our body of work it's obvious went from godless to God Blessed and Marvelous! DarkLight
I guess that old page just sold. It was too sexy they shut it down. Im out here in Arlington at Courthouse. Just freshened up. Had a wonderful night. Stayed out at the new spot in Maryland. Had to stop by the library right quick before starting my day. Hopefully we can put all the negative energy behind us and forget the past and start fresh today. I hope all of you take care of your children. I see you out there. It's good to look at the youth isnt it? So innocent. And then eventually people start to you know.... develop their own ideas as to what is right and wrong. And often times we think that justifies our results in life instead of the reality that you gotta get low and hustle. I mean whatever you can do to stay focused on baby steps and making small advancements in your local situation should be the most important agenda if you ask me. But sometimes people come from different backgrounds where they feel like they are better than others and people should be their servants and no matter how difficult life is for US--- we are of no demand. We mean nothing to them. All we are is an opportunity or an opponent. Someone to contribute to their ongoing self delusion that they are royalty and everyone else should not speculate as to why they should not correct their thinking and begin to become apart of something that does not change called SOCIETY. or Community. People are not pieces of paper. People are not your friends just because they pretend to be involved in every single thought you have. They are just people that share the community with you to be respected. The same way you want stuff other people do to. The same way you want respect others do to. The same way you dont want bodily pain or injury even though someone else wants that for you...ok? EVERYONE wants to be safe the same way as well. The same way you want pleasure and happiness and contentment everyone does. The same way you want personal space and time to figure out your decisions and present the best option for yourself everyday EVERYONE WANTS THAT. People live for that. People die for that. TIME AND SPACE TO DECIDE AND POP BACK UP AROUND EVERYONE ON POINT. ALL THE TIME. I know there are several places to go and find yourself but I keep being lured and lead. I keep seeing people act like they are disappointed and I feel responsible. A man told me, do NOT ask people for money if they as a collective group or community have decided to attempt to suffer you by making you serve them. Simply do not ask them. They tease you. They are jealous of you. They literally need you. They are obsessed with you. They judge you. They creep on you. They plot on you. They set up shit that would make it impossible to live. They are passionate about touching you. They dont want to get rid of you, they want to touch you. They want to submit to you in a way that reveals who they are and how important they are to the world. To let you know, that you are special. That you deserve to know that you influence people.
On the mic, I ve been known to bring more styles, so I walk over rappers like floor tiles, yo I heard more rivals mean more rifles, yet I’m still breaking hearts like Shawn Michaels, yeah my clique talks in clicks like proper Zulu, and we make rappers panic when we drop the voodoo, yeah it’s true that my crew still rocks the fubu, tryna sip pina colada’s in Honolulu, yeah my bro still weighing up the same pounds, another product of the things he was raised round. now we’ve got them all running like a greyhound, cause On the mic I get down like James brown, im not a king - but I fit the criteria , when I’m in the booth it’s cold like Siberia, flows contagious and it seem quite serious, leaving staunch lesbians feeling by curious, My bro stays ready, I don’t have to ask him, and he’s steady with the shot He could be a marksman, my ryhmes are out this world, I coulda bag a martion, and im precise with my moves like Magnus Carlson, now the bros living reckless, you know the type, popping wheelies down the allies on the motorbike, yo you cats are getting smoked when I hold the mic, we puff Cubans while they break up there Marlboro lights., DU$TY SLiM
de rostro marchito, lento caminar le delata, ese hombre perdió aquellos ojos, que ungieron su vida de pronto de magia le quedan miserias, recuerdos que habitan su alma, luchan contra el tiempo y su trampa enfilan algaradas, contra el olvido es la guerra sangra en escritos, su rito, transmutar las penas, azucenas que pinten de azul aquello que permanece de un gris grafito Selene acompaña, pende del atlas, absoluta reinando el vacío aún está triste, perdiste sus palmas, repite, se culpa enojado, azotando su espalda se seca las lágrimas, ríe y evoca el pasado en honor a tan bellas páginas
She hates the sound of my lies I know that we are connected I die inside when she cry’s If she chooses to leave me I know that I’d surly die Bad blood spilled the moment we start to fight My daddy’s daddy to put my pride to the side She’s says she’s only here cuz can’t find another guy U would think I am addicted to the hatful look in her eyes She says she don’t want therapy therapists only pry Reminiscing on the times that our love was filling our life Bad thoughts stay She hates the sound of my lies I know that we are connected I die inside when she cry’s If she chooses to leave me I know that I’d surly die Bad blood spilled the moment we start to fight My daddy’s daddy to put my pride to the side She’s says she’s only here cuz can’t find another guy U would think I am addicted to the hatful look in her eyes She says she don’t want therapy therapists only pry Reminiscing on the times that our love was filling our life Bad thoughts stay in my head where demons thrive Praise to my mother I’m screaming out more life
When I revealed my pain; she said those match her "icks" Socked me in the chest ; "if the pack don't fit.." I'm sure to be "a shoe in" To whatever you doin' That's just how they do me Leave me on the sideline bruising Driver side cruising No more scrubs and no losing How much blood you choosing...? The sacrifice knew it... The sacrifice? I knew em... The streets laid claim and mamas left booing... When I revealed that pain... When I revealed that pain
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Smooth af 🔥
On repeat
Insane beat my guy, goosebumps.
Awesome sample use!
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Levitational 🔥🔥
This smooth ! 👌
this shit bumpin man wtf
@@louiscazeu5649 frfr
love this
Put yo toes in this one homie💪🏾💪🏾👌🏾👌🏾🔥🔥🤣🤣💯
More like the entire foot!!! 😂
fire
My Game Ancient as Sanskrit, we holders of Knowledge and tote blixks, dealt with pain, jotted it all down in scripts, outlandish shit, painted visuals you tend to miss with a camera lense, I AM Him, vainglorious with our Pens, Scribe or Die, triangle offense trifecta DarkLight, Imperious and King Anu shoot for Wins, beginning to End, ghetto philosopers from apartments, tenements and projects, tapped in to the treasures within, animal furs, pockets full of lettuce, gold trinkets, different ornaments, debated for hours with college professors, told em, "Your knowledge from dead books, mines from the Source & Essence from now til my final rest, still, I'm on schedule to decapitating Satan, picture me Fresh, perched on my throne labeled as the Best, no use of hating...with our body of work it's obvious went from godless to God Blessed and Marvelous! DarkLight
Poetry
You make music?
@@vsnrymagazine5762Nah just write for sport.
Think with the thinkers
Arrived to wake the
non-believers
I guess that old page just sold. It was too sexy they shut it down. Im out here in Arlington at Courthouse. Just freshened up. Had a wonderful night. Stayed out at the new spot in Maryland. Had to stop by the library right quick before starting my day. Hopefully we can put all the negative energy behind us and forget the past and start fresh today. I hope all of you take care of your children. I see you out there. It's good to look at the youth isnt it? So innocent. And then eventually people start to you know.... develop their own ideas as to what is right and wrong. And often times we think that justifies our results in life instead of the reality that you gotta get low and hustle. I mean whatever you can do to stay focused on baby steps and making small advancements in your local situation should be the most important agenda if you ask me. But sometimes people come from different backgrounds where they feel like they are better than others and people should be their servants and no matter how difficult life is for US--- we are of no demand. We mean nothing to them. All we are is an opportunity or an opponent. Someone to contribute to their ongoing self delusion that they are royalty and everyone else should not speculate as to why they should not correct their thinking and begin to become apart of something that does not change called SOCIETY. or Community. People are not pieces of paper. People are not your friends just because they pretend to be involved in every single thought you have. They are just people that share the community with you to be respected. The same way you want stuff other people do to. The same way you want respect others do to. The same way you dont want bodily pain or injury even though someone else wants that for you...ok? EVERYONE wants to be safe the same way as well. The same way you want pleasure and happiness and contentment everyone does. The same way you want personal space and time to figure out your decisions and present the best option for yourself everyday EVERYONE WANTS THAT. People live for that. People die for that. TIME AND SPACE TO DECIDE AND POP BACK UP AROUND EVERYONE ON POINT. ALL THE TIME. I know there are several places to go and find yourself but I keep being lured and lead. I keep seeing people act like they are disappointed and I feel responsible. A man told me, do NOT ask people for money if they as a collective group or community have decided to attempt to suffer you by making you serve them. Simply do not ask them. They tease you. They are jealous of you. They literally need you. They are obsessed with you. They judge you. They creep on you. They plot on you. They set up shit that would make it impossible to live. They are passionate about touching you. They dont want to get rid of you, they want to touch you. They want to submit to you in a way that reveals who they are and how important they are to the world. To let you know, that you are special. That you deserve to know that you influence people.
On the mic, I ve been known to bring more styles,
so I walk over rappers like floor tiles,
yo I heard more rivals mean more rifles,
yet I’m still breaking hearts like Shawn Michaels,
yeah my clique talks in clicks like proper Zulu,
and we make rappers panic when we drop the voodoo,
yeah it’s true that my crew still rocks the fubu,
tryna sip pina colada’s in Honolulu,
yeah my bro still weighing up the same pounds,
another product of the things he was raised round.
now we’ve got them all running like a greyhound,
cause On the mic I get down like James brown,
im not a king - but I fit the criteria ,
when I’m in the booth it’s cold like Siberia,
flows contagious and it seem quite serious,
leaving staunch lesbians feeling by curious,
My bro stays ready, I don’t have to ask him,
and he’s steady with the shot He could be a marksman,
my ryhmes are out this world, I coulda bag a martion,
and im precise with my moves like Magnus Carlson,
now the bros living reckless, you know the type,
popping wheelies down the allies on the motorbike,
yo you cats are getting smoked when I hold the mic,
we puff Cubans while they break up there Marlboro lights.,
DU$TY SLiM
bro wtf this lyrics actually insane !
record this !
2 many barz lol
@@pollosoplombo4637 yoooo, appreciate that broskee! will definitely marry these bars to a beat hahaha plenty more where that came from !
de rostro marchito, lento caminar le delata, ese hombre perdió aquellos ojos, que ungieron su vida de pronto de magia
le quedan miserias, recuerdos que habitan su alma, luchan contra el tiempo y su trampa
enfilan algaradas, contra el olvido es la guerra
sangra en escritos, su rito, transmutar las penas, azucenas que pinten de azul
aquello que permanece de un gris grafito
Selene acompaña, pende del atlas, absoluta reinando el vacío
aún está triste, perdiste sus palmas, repite, se culpa enojado, azotando su espalda
se seca las lágrimas, ríe y evoca el pasado en honor a tan bellas páginas
sépanlo, cada sépalo de aquella bella flor se marchitó. marcho un septiembre frío,
She hates the sound of my lies
I know that we are connected I die inside when she cry’s
If she chooses to leave me I know that I’d surly die
Bad blood spilled the moment we start to fight
My daddy’s daddy to put my pride to the side
She’s says she’s only here cuz can’t find another guy
U would think I am addicted to the hatful look in her eyes
She says she don’t want therapy therapists only pry
Reminiscing on the times that our love was filling our life
Bad thoughts stay She hates the sound of my lies
I know that we are connected I die inside when she cry’s
If she chooses to leave me I know that I’d surly die
Bad blood spilled the moment we start to fight
My daddy’s daddy to put my pride to the side
She’s says she’s only here cuz can’t find another guy
U would think I am addicted to the hatful look in her eyes
She says she don’t want therapy therapists only pry
Reminiscing on the times that our love was filling our life
Bad thoughts stay in my head where demons thrive
Praise to my mother I’m screaming out more life
😊
😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
When I revealed my pain; she said those match her "icks"
Socked me in the chest ; "if the pack don't fit.."
I'm sure to be "a shoe in"
To whatever you doin'
That's just how they do me
Leave me on the sideline bruising
Driver side cruising
No more scrubs and no losing
How much blood you choosing...?
The sacrifice knew it...
The sacrifice? I knew em...
The streets laid claim and mamas left booing...
When I revealed that pain...
When I revealed that pain
Should i rap on this? Ya'll lmk
Do it fam
No
@xxr1flemasterxx484 just because u said no ima do it 😂😂
@@ssgss6 💯🤝🏾
@@professuhx504 reverse phycology
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