Song:The Message Artist:Nas Album:It Was Written Year:1994 Hey ya'll! I'm back with a bang fellaz. Let's reminisce the old school hip hop! NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
The 90s were the golden era of hiphop, when it reached the peak / climax. Nowadays, corporations have hijacked it into corporate rap. True Hiphop is a culture of expression of he streets, blacks, latinos, chinese, it's colourless, but in truth hiphop is a level of Consciousness and not about race or colour. There still quality independent hiphop music in the underground, you just have to dig deep.
No hay pa' qué preocuparse, que hay que levantarse temprano Hay hermanos que enfriaron sus manos, los recordamos Admiramos el sol por ellos, bellos recuerdos claros dejaron La vida corre rápido en carro Pero, debo recapitular, restaurar mi chip, realzar mi real prioridad Algunas de las we'as que hago han esta'o demás Si se me pasan las tapas, acaba más mal cada vez, como lo ves Los que seguimos en el micro conseguimos respect Yeah, contra viento y marea Matando a cada papanata que cacarea Son charchas pa' rapear, alardean Y a la cara nada palabrean Las reales armas no estaban en San Andrea Más fuerte es el karma, que si maltratas te apalea No se salvan ni lanzas que se salvan pa' la Alameda Con el reloj no me llevo de lo mejor Hoy voy más atrasa'o que el día anterior (Y vale la pena) Si desde estas estaciones se ve la cordillera entera La vieras cuando nieva Get that o' my way Ya estoy meditando con el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah) Get that o' my way Esto es entre el psycho joke y el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah) Yo me suelo enredar Cuando pienso lo que piensas que voy a pensar Si soy bipolar, me voy a besar Mi otro yo colgó una soga en su propia boca, ahora no va gritar Y es normal si casi nací rapeando Más sabe el diablo por diego que por diablo Ebrio, pero no tanto o eso creo intentar Yo bostezo, puesto que el espejo nos dejó de copiar Hoy, precio que cobramos son premio al esfuerzo de años Y a ciertos sujetos falto respeto, no perdonamos Aunque, mi lado humano me ha dejado claro que sería en vano Algo me dijo: "vamo' a pescarlo a palos" Pero, no es la idea Debo meditar bajo el agua en apnea Quizás sea posible solución a mi déficit de atención Que ha sido mi perdición desde los doce años Perdón, sobran temas de hip hop Pero me faltan temas de conversación Sociable, introvertido, no me hables si no lo pido Por favor, el precio del silencio lo pago yo Y ¿qué hago yo?, te extraño, mom Ángel, baja por favor y abrázanos como antes Coincido contigo, mi compadre (Claro que me copié, pero a la cara de mi madre) Get that o' my way Ya estoy meditando con el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah) Get that o' my way Esto es entre el psycho joke y el microphone Así que, a mí no me wait Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah)
JACKOTACO Every singer, rock star, country artist, jazz musician, pop star, and rapper/Hip Hop artist has sampled from someone before. So stop bitching about a sample!
Hip hop is a group of talented people but there is not alot of original sounds coming from the production aspect of it unless you make whack ass 808 trap shit! Like it or not there is alot of theiving people in the genre! That is not a dig at anything because hip hop is what I inhaled and lived since a young kid. This beat is a cold ass mother fucking nostalgic filled piece of art. BUT People gotta respect the source where the original artististic thought came from more than they do.
The young individuals who saying this sounds like lucid dreams... this is orginally Nas joint. One of the illest tracks with a story telling message that's why it's called the "message". Most songs these young artists come out with today is sampled by 90s or early 2000s. beats like this was samples back from the 70s or 80s to 60s even to classical music it's an effect that's been going on for years only difference is the lyircs nowadays and the message behind it... and the autotune. do your research on the pioneers that paid homage to the game the ones that paved the way with real lyricsim and stories. But r.i.p to juice world but to young up coming artist not about the money and the fame carry on tradition.
@@ripped181 ok so it was sampled off someone's else and it's not the original. Either way make a good use of a beat. Like I said most songs and Melody's are samples thank you for clarifying and showing your age. You are most appreciate it. 👍
i remeber back in school we used to watch the grey clouds smile on our face and now the grey be a phrase for feeling washed out smile on my face hides the pain expressions speak loud that’s why i’m speaking on a track so who’s what now i found my style i really got it now from a broke white boy i had to run those miles i never had to do trips only learnt to take risks cus from them risks they can give and provide a better life to live if you just understand it but some man jus don’t get it half of you bums and the rest be at rest preaching go get it i got the game in my palms i’ll wear the game on my garms to show you fake bruddas here there ain’t no to place to be last to a fake line em up fast they don’t give a fuck about ur past darg stop given em the last chance if your family are broke and your first thought is to buy a fast car i gotta keep an open mind when i be preeing on shit they rather judge a book by its cover it really it what it is they rather do it for views and for a couple of gibs when it’s the world we live in we’re trapped stuck in this mix shit but i ain’t ever changing i really pray that the problems that im facing ain’t the problems that imma step face to face with the way i’m juggin non stop the life i live more than a day shift heart worth more than a payslip play me that’s suttin dangerous and i mean it i got played and now i’m in a puzzle tryna pick up the pieces from where i left off still pray don’t get my head lost i seen a couple man get their head loss and now they’re praying to best off
Opening minds from my universal lines Tooken from outta space time Ya know I'm Always traveling at light speeds Indeed since I was a prodigy breed Fools make it hard for me to breath But I opened room once I let my nine squeeze Silently I see my enemies fall asleep reap What ya sow straight from heavens door I was destined for war made out poor First finished last Last is the first when it comes to thirst Rich man's dry from all of the material high Luxury livin can't even see his own sinnin' Devils is grinning listening But his soul ain't dwelling With the poor I'm see em strugglin just for por-ridge Damn near empty fridge look what the system did Barely makin with the kids Broke off the rich mans bid As the prices rise I telepath to graph My natural high in a spritual tie No lie but it lies With in the message huh
check mine out I’m a fucking thunderstorm, you’s a light shower You a bitch, you shoot and miss like Dwight Howard You can’t battle the god, I’m too precise coward That’s like Khalid Muhammad saying he’s White Power This the machete that your organs getting sliced out with The blind motherfucker in the village, Bryce Howard My brain only function proper in the night hours You might own a fucking label but the mic ours My shit hi-tech, lord, like a plastic bomb An asshole, I punch people with glasses on Anybody disagreeable we mashing on I only fuck with green and gold god magic wand An encore is the only thing that you clapping on I’m a pitbull, pussy, you a papillon A bitch get a 40 from me, not a glass of Dom I’m the G-29 in the assassin’s palm It’s a righteous kill, I don’t do nothing but write and kill Drink 40's, smoke L's, push the white and krill I move strong and fast, I have a bison’s will I’m the motherfucking champ, I’m the fighting Phils I’m from the city of the syrup and Vicodin pills From the city the most fearless of fighters was filmed The city where we have the most street veterans still The Moors, Nuwaubians, Five Percenters will build I’m from Philly motherfucker, the rawest it comes I make your body disappear, I’m a sorcerer’s tongue You live your whole life in fear that the torture will come I hope my music is revered like a portrait of Pun I’m paranoid god here in my fortress with guns I had a void god, filled it with whores and with blunts I ain’t have a choice god, I was born in the slums I ain’t have a voice god till I slaughtered the drums Yeah, the four-fifth is a melon popper Hollow tips spin your body like a helicopter Anything can move god if you sell it proper And I’ve been through more viewings than a teleprompter This is horrorcore beat, got hella monsters My team’s got more Gs than a spelling proctor Y’all ain’t never moved D, y’all are petty choppers I got a vicious left hook, call me Eddie Thomas But I’m raw with the right hand Like Jack Johnson fighting against the white man Yeah I’m about to shorten your life span Evil shit can be good if it’s in the right hands I make motherfuckers burn, you a slight tan I keep a motherfucking urn on my nightstand So wait your motherfucking turn like a hype man I bury you with the snitches under the white sand
to this instrumental I cannot find nothing simillar I've been living my life, like it's a movie thriller tired OF being the ground of society i'm trying to succed in poetry adjust it to the rap culture because it's my only shelture I'm out the dead presidents to represent me while the living ones are taking me all cents so I find it out that streets are the right place to be
[Like Abubey(Treasure)] I got faith like Abubey What do you say I should I do? When I know He's got my back, That He's the best and this is true. It's too cool, when He does what He does, It's majestic. Imma stand on skill alone I know He is my protector. I'm projected not lose. Do you snooze or reject it. Wasn't sure when it hit me, But right now, no second guessing. When the prayers go up, Then the blessings come down. He keeps filling my cup, No need to ask for second rounds. And ain't no macho here but how he a alpha and God is Omega? I done kilt(killed) my old life Like I was playing Sega. Treasure.
Its plain and simple you start from scratch and work your way little by little don’t overthink yourself or you’ll end up stuck on riddle a loop that never ends
Walking down the alleyway, Peeping visions of gunplay A ninja just fired 16 shots and made his getaway this is the type of shit that goes down on the block it's another day in the life that I'm living in the Rox People dying left and right, it's a motherfucking stick up either shooting up or getting shot up when they pick up that dope in their veins got these motherfuckers bugging and dealers stacking cash hand over fist, straight thugging While cats on the block stare at me , they mean mugging I'm out to get these loud packs off, I'm straight plugging Ain't proud of this fact but I gotta make the paper while I duck the 5-0 when they build the next caper One day I'll be sitting back, trying to count stacks while I drive a whip that cost me 35 racks But that day isn't today so I gotta face the facts and stay on my grind while I plan my next attack
"real n66z buck in broad daylight wit a broke MAC that won't spray right don't gaf if they hit, as long as the dramas lit" Just wow. I say til this day, itWasWritten > illMatic
no original instrumental !!! Aucun des sons qui compose le morceau d'origine est identique a l'instrumental de ta vidéo! Et celui qui certifie le contraire est tout simplement sourd. Ta version est très bien, mais il ne faut pas ce leurrer, la version originale sonne 100 fois mieux!!! ☮️☮️☮️
Back when Niggaz ain't true wit Rhymez all containers popped dropped all ain't shot at lockz mopped blocked not copz not even JZ dissed niggaz made 3 made G oz gotta show feet Spacin
Taking all those losses had me caught up in my mind accumalte some wealth for my family to divide Never had no need to skheem or commit crime Yet in the night I spired wanted more Robbing drug dealers yards and whores for the paper young bruddah turned cold from the wars In this matrix but I grab a z and flip on my block ain't got time to stop Even when it's getting bait running from the jakes having incounters with my faith Never think I'll see day where I can rest a moment mind always spireling so invest in potent just to keep me from zoning but I zone still Never had a conctions from young I lost it Money prof flips and some drink to numb it Remember never had the kicks I wanted Then I thought about all these brands are pointless If I'm still Eating pordige and listaning to lies from borris Johnson I think I always was that lost son
We grew up stealing cigarettes from our parents, 5 finger discounts on bottles of liquor, dropping triple C's like being high is all we need, stealing our parents whips at night when they were snuggled up tight, cruisin the back roads with a car full burning it down to the roach
La suite, on la connait parcoeur, Comment veux tu sortir du gouffre après un tel parcours, Quand ya la bac a tes trousses, ta pas lchoix tu cours, Chez nous on a troqué lbac contre un diplome den bas dla tour; D'après cquon voit à la télé, le futur n'sra pas si beau, Manque de liberté, réchauffement climatique on aura dmoins en moins d'eau ; Pollution des océans et de la terre, On aura dmoins en moins d'oxygène dans l'air ; Sans parler des richissimes milliardaires , Qui par le biais de leur technologie démesurés ont déconnecté l'être humain, il na plus les pieds sur terre, frère, Arrete de suite la ganja, jai remplacé n.a.s par s.a.m en un couplet jv tambiancer comme jaja;
now I'm feeling what yall can't you think i will fall chant that day and night stay tight i will say alright all right yall tight calling the world calling out the world if you wanna know who yo under just find the one you can blame man this game is crazy an ace
Non sei nessuno nella vita, Immagina giù da me, Ti abbasso al mio livello, (shlah!), Machete burkinabé, Il mio digiuno più buono del banchetto dei re, Riconosco il vero criminale alle buone maniere, Ne ho mangiata di polvere, Vedendo soldi piovere per far crescere i miei, E se ho fatto la guerra, sappi l’ho fatta per noi, Mio padre avrà ragione quando diventerò come lui, La ricchezza è rinchiusa, assalto ai portavalori, La rue, la rue, la rue, la rue, c’est pas chez Drucker, J’ai jamais perdu l’nord, J’me retrouve à Dunkerque, Stò nel benks, Litro rosso in Tetra Pak, Te la dò io l’america nell’ “infrapacche'”, Io non punto in alto, miro alle ginocchia, (Rrrah!) Ogni strada ha il suo guardiano, In futuro tienilo presente quello che ho passato, 0,9 e speranza ne abbiamo. Già che me ne parli non è omertà, Tanto non cambierà niente alla povertà, Tu sei ricco d’animo buono per te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte, Stò nel benks, Siedo sopra un altalena, Le banconote formano un arcobaleno, Bruciano e in attimo torno come te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte Nel mondo della micro criminalità Un amico? Chi mi tradirà è un addio Disse quel ragazzino diventerà cattivo Di mentalità, ma non imita il suo mito Il micro si limiterà a dirlo Vai tra che, fra fa poco testo Il tuo dramma non l’attraverso Cazzate in strada la tua mancanza di classe È acqua che va di traverso Evade dal resto ogni persona perdona Chi torna con la scusa buona che regga il pretesto Infatti ho speranza finché non muoio Che tanto è l’ultima e mi illumina nel vuoto Decollo pronto al volo col mio poto Plata o plomo parla poco placa l’uomo E da un cazzotto romanzo l’accaduto in un salotto Perché sono scrittore e interprete, black lives matter Per ogni sbirro che spara nelle vertebre e mai smette Come evadi dai problemi che ti fai In pochi metri quadri Giocherai alla play dal tuo compagno di banco delle elementari Già che me ne parli non è omertà, Tanto non cambierà niente alla povertà, Tu sei ricco d’animo buono per te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte, Stò nel benks, Siedo sopra un altalena, Le banconote formano un arcobaleno, Bruciano e in attimo torno come te, (eh!) Criminali alla muerte Criminali alla muerte
I'm a santa Claus on a Christmas Day Cause I run these streets And I'm doing it my way I don't give out presents, But my presence in the game itself is is a gift I'm sitting here With Sapong, He's Giving Me A Lift And I'm never wrong, To Me He is a gift. We Don't Hit Bongs But Now We're About To Fly It won't be long, see I never lie No one ever knows about the struggles of an artist They be mocking without knowing what an Art Is Sending love to the few people that stayed Could've Never been doing this without y'all I be Losing My Sleep Trying To Write These Lines Trying to Make It Rhyme. Lately, Running Outta Time Can't Shine But I'm always Trying to Be Fine Trying to refine and then rewind Dear God, Do You Hear My Cries? Cause Prayer Ain't Shit You Never Answer Back If you exist than tell me where the fuck you at My mind is disturbed I'm mourning to find peace To finally give my emotions some ease. Everyday is a fucking fight for me to stay alive Maybe I should grab a knife and get it all done I will do all of the things you never thought I could And the things I thought I couldn't do
Ambitions dans l'espace, ils ont trop les pieds sur terres Relations trop espacées Certaines de mes paroles sont trop déplacées Ils te comprennent pas, Dieu sait laisse passer Dans un futur proche ou lointain surement tous les dépasser Mon coeur saigne, au créateur faut se confesser Qu'est ce que je laisse a part mes anciennes actions, Au depart jme suis trompé de faction En une fraction milles et une facons de reaction, Trop reflechir empêche l'action Une petite minute 60 secondes déjà écoulées Jvois le temps defiler, la plus grande richesse
It's called sampling bro. You'd be surprised how many hip hop artists/music artists in general re-use or remix beats that were used in other songs. It's pretty common. Funny thing is, Nas actually got this beat from an artist named "Sting". The song was "Shape of My Heart".
Tattım küçük yaşımda Ghetto’yu Doldururum annemin evinde onca demoyu İstediklerim vardı, olmalıydı bi’ yolu Şimdi Mercedes’te gururlandırırız Vio’yu Eşref Paşa Lisesi’nde hayal kuran bir çocuk Çekmece, Bakırköy Hattı, kaçak tren yolculuk Breakdance, sokaklar, cepte yok ki bi’ kuruş Şimdi kanatlarım gökyüzüne dokunur Hayal ederdim koskoca bi’ stüdyo Gözlerim doluydu çocukken hep, çünkü hüzün çok On yedimde babam yok, dedim “Artık zaman yok.” Borç içinde yanlışlara düştüm, evet, yalan yok On sekizde ayrıldım evimden, tertemiz çocukluğumdan Bi’ parça vermedim o lanet hayallerimden Taksim, Bakırköy, ödenmeyen kiralar… Hiphop sayesinde hayatım değişti bi’ anda Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular Hani hayaller karın doyurmuyodu ya? Diploması olmayan adamdan sayılmıyodu ya? Şimdi yok satarız inan karaborsada Merdiven dayadık Çekmeceden yıldızlara Gökyüzünde V, yeryüzünde biz, hedef bir Artık rüyalarım da o kadar uzak değil Hayal fabrikası gibi işler, M.O.B Seni sen yapan düşlerin, emin ol ki ciron değil Kovaladığım şey para değil, rüya Çok bilmiş züppelere göre pişman olucaktım güya Bi’ dilek tuttum, gerçek oldu her şey o an Bi’ kelebeğim artık, yırtılıyo’ kozam Gökyüzüne değdim ben Bi’çok kötü güne değdi Söyle benle eğer sevdiysen İnan artık hepsi geçti bi’ anda Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular Anne, Aysun abla, meleklerim… Biraz daha var zamanı Yanımda çocukluğum, oluyorum ailemin kahramanı İzledim ölen kelebekleri, o solan renkleri Buz gibi evleri, kokuyu, demleri Mahalle öğretir hayali, engeli Yaşlanır gözlerim, öylece bekledim Kurak güneşleri, fırtına sesleri üstüne şarkılar, tetik nöbetleri Sordum hep anneme, “Bu biticek di mi?” Rüyalar, rüyalar, rüyalar… Rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Last time you seen me you said you loved me and didn't want this to start , now I'm the one with the broken heart my head is hurting my mind is jerking
The beat from Dirty Harry's "Rap Figures"... damn that song was probably the most downloaded during the KaZaA days... that and "DJ Larry D's Hip Hop Mega Mix" R E S P E C T
So many words to speak with a verse that's deep, sometimes it hurts to speak! Spitting bars like there's a curse in me It's insane like trying to perform brain surgery! This shit was torn into me! A history full of misery and misteries Think critically but don't hate cause we think differently! I give nothing but versatility and kill shit with a special delivery! Intellectually, I'm connected on a wave that's telepathy! I rap cause I'm addicted and that's my ecstacy! Rare chemistry, a punch so tough a bear wouldn't even want to wrestle me! Life is a bitch and it affected me like an infectious disease! Give me some disinfectant to squeeze! The truth'll make your stomach bleed like you ingested bleach! The best of me is yet to see! Lyrically you couldn't mess with me! May you rest in peace like when you're in bed asleep! A world controlled by one percent where the rest is sheep! To them.. we're just insects that's weak! Pass the weed! Passion so sick I'll cause a rap pandemic, better lockdown the streets! Situations that's panic measured Better call the police! Fuck the system... Balls deep! It's evident that my bars are harder than concrete! Let's see how far these bombs reach I can rap for days like a long speech! Hiphop? Stop please, my rhymes is timeless that can make a clock freeze! Judgement day couldn't stop me! Jesus christ I lost count of how many times someone crossed me! This art and my heart I'm investing it then my pen and the page make the perfect connection! It's become an obsession to break from this worthless inception full of deception! If you hate for the wrong reasons Get corrected of course I've made many mistakes that I've regretted but with life comes many lessons! Thinking i haven't got skill got me seriously offended! Fight my own wars, never needed protection! Any attempt at change I made got condemned quick! Off the dead, the elite got dead rich! Believing in the mass media is senseless! What I say holds weight and you couldn't bench this so take a seat like detention and just accept it! The bullshit has Impacted my brain leaving me with a permanent migraine! Fuck it if I will let myself die in vain I've proved many times that you can rise from pain! Ready to cook like a microwave to fry some brains! I'd rather have sunshine but most would rather have rain! I could never have enough rhymes! Thinking of rhymes is what I'm thinking most of the time! Smoke till the roach most of the time! You think this is a joke most of the time! Just like you I've got dreams and hopes most of the time! It's time to put that extra work in.. That's overtime! If you swimming with snakes be careful you might get a cobra bites most of the time! These rappers overhyped and gassed up like a motorbikes most of the time! Even if you're bigger than me I'll throw you around like you're shoulder height! I think bright like soldier lights! You might freeze my flow like one of the coldest nights!l Just cause we were told doesn't make it right! So many sell outs, not a soul in sight Most sold theirs at lowest the price! Mines I hold it tight and of course it's over priced but it's never over until its over right?
"Best friends become strangers" take note of this statement
word up!
Happened to me already
Happened with me
words that came true
Thug changes love changes and best friends become strangers
Respect to the Classics.....There is no Lucid Dreams without Mr. Illmatic....hahaha
Azure Wing owned
U sound stupid karizma
Karizma Music bruh....
@@connorjones9580 u look stupid connor
There is no the message without mr Sting
Gangsta rap that actually can make you cry without sounding like 13 y old boy crying over a beat
Truly legend
This is not Gangsta Rap
@@ducatarina exactly this true story rap
@@Pierrecartifutute Valid
Nas is authentic
@@Birdy_beatz And a master at it. Goddamn man.
JUICE WRLD HAS LEFT THE CHAT
Idiot....
@@naypom10 abook
Qutub Jameel L M F A O
@@naypom10 you mad bro?
a lot of rappers use samples from old school tracks. where you been bro under a rock?
The 90s were the golden era of hiphop, when it reached the peak / climax. Nowadays, corporations have hijacked it into corporate rap. True Hiphop is a culture of expression of he streets, blacks, latinos, chinese, it's colourless, but in truth hiphop is a level of Consciousness and not about race or colour. There still quality independent hiphop music in the underground, you just have to dig deep.
straight up facts.
I'd disagree, the 2000's are in the same bracket
Nihilism pov but bangerz and melomaniac will never be signed
This is not the original. Sound is all jacked up
Damn, the bass is just beautiful.
Almost cant hear it lol
@@dragonfist417 use your ears then lol.
@@basicallyvevo6353 lol
lol
@@dragonfist417 buy headphones.
Dopest storytelling beat!
Arguably the best song in hip hop
Real facts
Facts!Shook ones is my fav tho
this doesn’t sound like lucid dreams, lucid dreams sounds like this
ShyTy . 💯
Facts you got my like
This song came out in 1996
Props to Sting for this joint and track masters did they thing for sure love this one of my favorite tracks on this album 💯💯💪🏾💪🏾
Shout out to sting
2023 and still BANGIN'
Facts! 🔥
I still see your shadows in my room 😔, RIP JuiceWrld
Instrumental got me in tears
Track masters I'm thinkin
Fuck wrong witchu
"Because Thug Changes, Love Changes, and Best Friends become Strangers"...Word up!
rip juice 💔🙏🙏🙏💔💔💔💔💔💔 wrld
NINJA ROCACOS 😞
Why u talkin about him here?
@Enzo Ferrari No i understood the beat used in this song is the same beat as juice wrld lucid dreams song
No hay pa' qué preocuparse, que hay que levantarse temprano
Hay hermanos que enfriaron sus manos, los recordamos
Admiramos el sol por ellos, bellos recuerdos claros dejaron
La vida corre rápido en carro
Pero, debo recapitular, restaurar mi chip, realzar mi real prioridad
Algunas de las we'as que hago han esta'o demás
Si se me pasan las tapas, acaba más mal cada vez, como lo ves
Los que seguimos en el micro conseguimos respect
Yeah, contra viento y marea
Matando a cada papanata que cacarea
Son charchas pa' rapear, alardean
Y a la cara nada palabrean
Las reales armas no estaban en San Andrea
Más fuerte es el karma, que si maltratas te apalea
No se salvan ni lanzas que se salvan pa' la Alameda
Con el reloj no me llevo de lo mejor
Hoy voy más atrasa'o que el día anterior (Y vale la pena)
Si desde estas estaciones se ve la cordillera entera
La vieras cuando nieva
Get that o' my way
Ya estoy meditando con el microphone
Así que, a mí no me wait
Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah)
Get that o' my way
Esto es entre el psycho joke y el microphone
Así que, a mí no me wait
Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah)
Yo me suelo enredar
Cuando pienso lo que piensas que voy a pensar
Si soy bipolar, me voy a besar
Mi otro yo colgó una soga en su propia boca, ahora no va gritar
Y es normal si casi nací rapeando
Más sabe el diablo por diego que por diablo
Ebrio, pero no tanto o eso creo intentar
Yo bostezo, puesto que el espejo nos dejó de copiar
Hoy, precio que cobramos son premio al esfuerzo de años
Y a ciertos sujetos falto respeto, no perdonamos
Aunque, mi lado humano me ha dejado claro que sería en vano
Algo me dijo: "vamo' a pescarlo a palos"
Pero, no es la idea
Debo meditar bajo el agua en apnea
Quizás sea posible solución a mi déficit de atención
Que ha sido mi perdición desde los doce años
Perdón, sobran temas de hip hop
Pero me faltan temas de conversación
Sociable, introvertido, no me hables si no lo pido
Por favor, el precio del silencio lo pago yo
Y ¿qué hago yo?, te extraño, mom
Ángel, baja por favor y abrázanos como antes
Coincido contigo, mi compadre
(Claro que me copié, pero a la cara de mi madre)
Get that o' my way
Ya estoy meditando con el microphone
Así que, a mí no me wait
Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah)
Get that o' my way
Esto es entre el psycho joke y el microphone
Así que, a mí no me wait
Que estoy echa'o pa' atrás rolando uno más (Ah-ah)
Maldito chyste mc, el remix me gusta mas que la original xD
@@alexanderavila7948 bruh what bruh
ESTOE ENTRE EL PSYCHOJOKEE Y EL MICROPHONEEE
@@Urwaytoostupidlmfao A mí no me wait
No homage to Sting? This is after all his song.
Shape of My Heart.
+fake channel Ehh, it's like Sting's beat all in this song, not just a section, so it's clearly he have copied.
it's called a sample lol
JACKOTACO Every singer, rock star, country artist, jazz musician, pop star, and rapper/Hip Hop artist has sampled from someone before. So stop bitching about a sample!
Hip hop is a group of talented people but there is not alot of original sounds coming from the production aspect of it unless you make whack ass 808 trap shit! Like it or not there is alot of theiving people in the genre! That is not a dig at anything because hip hop is what I inhaled and lived since a young kid. This beat is a cold ass mother fucking nostalgic filled piece of art. BUT People gotta respect the source where the original artististic thought came from more than they do.
it got a sample of sting shape of my heart thats it
The young individuals who saying this sounds like lucid dreams... this is orginally Nas joint. One of the illest tracks with a story telling message that's why it's called the "message". Most songs these young artists come out with today is sampled by 90s or early 2000s. beats like this was samples back from the 70s or 80s to 60s even to classical music it's an effect that's been going on for years only difference is the lyircs nowadays and the message behind it... and the autotune. do your research on the pioneers that paid homage to the game the ones that paved the way with real lyricsim and stories. But r.i.p to juice world but to young up coming artist not about the money and the fame carry on tradition.
Those young individuals who saying this sounds like the message.....this originally a sting joint.
@@ripped181 ok so it was sampled off someone's else and it's not the original. Either way make a good use of a beat. Like I said most songs and Melody's are samples thank you for clarifying and showing your age. You are most appreciate it. 👍
It's dames from sting
Bass rythem sounds similar to Stan by Eminem
Yoo i just noticed that, try rapping Stan over this beat
I actually decided to make this mix after seeing this comment th-cam.com/video/misSLoLVbN4/w-d-xo.html
@@JacqueswatchesTH-cam it’s pretty goood!
The GOAT and its not even close. H is the Bob Dylan of Hip-Hop....Nas would drop dead if he read "Subterranean Homesick Blues."
THERES ONE LIFE, ONE LOVE SO THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE KING
Not tru. There are tons of kings out there: Pac, Big, Kendrick. I love Nas but I cannot agree with this statement
@@Editz_N_Thingz Whoosh
@@Editz_N_Thingz its a lyric from the song
@@lordsafro oh lol
@@Editz_N_Thingz Stupid
Sting really loves this beat😂
my everyday mood be like this song's atmosphere for 5 years
This instrumental sounds better wonder why they didn't use this one
I would love to see nas and sting get together and do the message and shape of my heart live on stage one day but hey, a man can dream
nah
Hearing the beat completely different after playing it on guitar, thought it was more of a roll but its a real sorta hard hitting melody
2015-2023 👋
500th comment 😏
i remeber back in school we used to watch the grey clouds
smile on our face and now the grey be a phrase for feeling washed out
smile on my face hides the pain expressions speak loud
that’s why i’m speaking on a track so who’s what now
i found my style i really got it now
from a broke white boy i had to run those miles
i never had to do trips
only learnt to take risks
cus from them risks they can give and provide a better life to live
if you just understand it
but some man jus don’t get it
half of you bums and the rest be at rest preaching go get it
i got the game in my palms
i’ll wear the game on my garms
to show you fake bruddas here there ain’t no to place to be last
to a fake line em up fast
they don’t give a fuck about ur past darg
stop given em the last chance
if your family are broke and your first thought is to buy a fast car
i gotta keep an open mind when i be preeing on shit
they rather judge a book by its cover it really it what it is
they rather do it for views and for a couple of gibs
when it’s the world we live in we’re trapped stuck in this mix
shit but i ain’t ever changing
i really pray that the problems that im facing ain’t the problems that imma step face to face with
the way i’m juggin non stop the life i live more than a day shift
heart worth more than a payslip
play me that’s suttin dangerous
and i mean it
i got played and now i’m in a puzzle tryna pick up the pieces
from where i left off
still pray don’t get my head lost
i seen a couple man get their head loss and now they’re praying to best off
*HANİ HAYALLER KARIN DOYURMUYORDU YA*
TATTIM KÜÇÜK YAŞIMDA GHETTOYU
It's crazy how when it comes to nas...the actual songs are better than the beats itself...
Opening minds from my universal lines
Tooken from outta space time
Ya know I'm
Always traveling at light speeds
Indeed since I was a prodigy breed
Fools make it hard for me to breath
But I opened room once I let my nine squeeze
Silently I see my enemies fall asleep reap
What ya sow straight from heavens door
I was destined for war made out poor
First finished last
Last is the first when it comes to thirst
Rich man's dry from all of the material high
Luxury livin can't even see his own sinnin'
Devils is grinning listening
But his soul ain't dwelling
With the poor I'm see em strugglin just for por-ridge Damn near empty fridge look what the system did
Barely makin with the kids
Broke off the rich mans bid
As the prices rise I telepath to graph
My natural high in a spritual tie
No lie but it lies
With in the message huh
That went hard
check mine out
I’m a fucking thunderstorm, you’s a light shower
You a bitch, you shoot and miss like Dwight Howard
You can’t battle the god, I’m too precise coward
That’s like Khalid Muhammad saying he’s White Power
This the machete that your organs getting sliced out with
The blind motherfucker in the village, Bryce Howard
My brain only function proper in the night hours
You might own a fucking label but the mic ours
My shit hi-tech, lord, like a plastic bomb
An asshole, I punch people with glasses on
Anybody disagreeable we mashing on
I only fuck with green and gold god magic wand
An encore is the only thing that you clapping on
I’m a pitbull, pussy, you a papillon
A bitch get a 40 from me, not a glass of Dom
I’m the G-29 in the assassin’s palm
It’s a righteous kill, I don’t do nothing but write and kill
Drink 40's, smoke L's, push the white and krill
I move strong and fast, I have a bison’s will
I’m the motherfucking champ, I’m the fighting Phils
I’m from the city of the syrup and Vicodin pills
From the city the most fearless of fighters was filmed
The city where we have the most street veterans still
The Moors, Nuwaubians, Five Percenters will build
I’m from Philly motherfucker, the rawest it comes
I make your body disappear, I’m a sorcerer’s tongue
You live your whole life in fear that the torture will come
I hope my music is revered like a portrait of Pun
I’m paranoid god here in my fortress with guns
I had a void god, filled it with whores and with blunts
I ain’t have a choice god, I was born in the slums
I ain’t have a voice god till I slaughtered the drums
Yeah, the four-fifth is a melon popper
Hollow tips spin your body like a helicopter
Anything can move god if you sell it proper
And I’ve been through more viewings than a teleprompter
This is horrorcore beat, got hella monsters
My team’s got more Gs than a spelling proctor
Y’all ain’t never moved D, y’all are petty choppers
I got a vicious left hook, call me Eddie Thomas
But I’m raw with the right hand
Like Jack Johnson fighting against the white man
Yeah I’m about to shorten your life span
Evil shit can be good if it’s in the right hands
I make motherfuckers burn, you a slight tan
I keep a motherfucking urn on my nightstand
So wait your motherfucking turn like a hype man
I bury you with the snitches under the white sand
Dooope!!!
Trash.....
Keep your mind Focus your Rhymes dopest you mind spoken to cry I'm hoping
the best hip hop song ever made
From the movie The Professional
🙏
This beat is 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🎧 goes hard
this isn't the right beat lol theres a bit missing from the hook amongst other things.
to this instrumental I cannot find nothing simillar
I've been living my life,
like it's a movie thriller
tired OF being the ground of society
i'm trying to succed in poetry
adjust it to the rap culture
because it's my only shelture
I'm out the dead presidents
to represent me
while the living ones are taking me all cents
so I find it out that streets are the right place to be
Try Sting's Shape of My heart
God bless you brother
@@kaindeschain8590 thank you so much 2 years after ❤️
Imma just pretend juice wrld didn’t use this on one of his tracks.
Nas made the song itself BEFORE juice wrld
[Like Abubey(Treasure)]
I got faith like Abubey
What do you say I should I do?
When I know He's got my back,
That He's the best and this is true.
It's too cool, when He does what He does,
It's majestic.
Imma stand on skill alone
I know He is my protector.
I'm projected not lose.
Do you snooze or reject it.
Wasn't sure when it hit me,
But right now, no second guessing.
When the prayers go up,
Then the blessings come down.
He keeps filling my cup,
No need to ask for second rounds.
And ain't no macho here but how he a alpha and God is Omega?
I done kilt(killed) my old life
Like I was playing Sega.
Treasure.
new songs///////////////////////////////////////////////////////2022///////////////////////////////2060///
R.I.P. Juice Wrld
Can anyone explain the bass rythem and drum kicks in note format... quater ...half notes🎉 dope beat🎉
Its plain and simple you start from scratch and work your way little by little don’t overthink yourself or you’ll end up stuck on riddle a loop that never ends
Tattım küçük yaşımda Ghettoyu...
Rip to juice
but it's not juice wrld who make this song
Walking down the alleyway, Peeping visions of gunplay
A ninja just fired 16 shots and made his getaway
this is the type of shit that goes down on the block
it's another day in the life that I'm living in the Rox
People dying left and right, it's a motherfucking stick up
either shooting up or getting shot up when they pick up
that dope in their veins got these motherfuckers bugging
and dealers stacking cash hand over fist, straight thugging
While cats on the block stare at me , they mean mugging
I'm out to get these loud packs off, I'm straight plugging
Ain't proud of this fact but I gotta make the paper
while I duck the 5-0 when they build the next caper
One day I'll be sitting back, trying to count stacks
while I drive a whip that cost me 35 racks
But that day isn't today so I gotta face the facts
and stay on my grind while I plan my next attack
Daniel Venrick lol
Poser lyrics
Vlad brought me here 😩
Krizzle killed this beat on SWAY
"real n66z buck in broad daylight
wit a broke MAC that won't spray right
don't gaf if they hit, as long as the dramas lit"
Just wow. I say til this day, itWasWritten > illMatic
Lucid dreams anyone?
FunkyPandaGaming 230 ofc
Yea
FunkyPandaGaming 230 just went to hear that beat. What a lazy chop and generic 808. Nothing original about it.
FunkyPandaGaming 230 Juive wrld.
yesssssssssssss
no original instrumental !!! Aucun des sons qui compose le morceau d'origine est identique a l'instrumental de ta vidéo! Et celui qui certifie le contraire est tout simplement sourd. Ta version est très bien, mais il ne faut pas ce leurrer, la version originale sonne 100 fois mieux!!!
☮️☮️☮️
either nas or juice wrld came up with this beat.... its and old guitar sample
This song was made even before juicewrld was born
Much respect to nas this is a sample from a sting song called shape of my heart.
Back when
Niggaz ain't true wit
Rhymez all containers popped dropped all ain't shot at lockz mopped blocked not copz not even JZ dissed niggaz made 3 made G oz gotta show feet
Spacin
This track makes you evaluate so hard lol
Sagopa Kajmer - Son durak Uçurum
Taking all those losses had me caught up in my mind
accumalte some wealth for my family to divide
Never had no need to skheem or commit crime
Yet in the night I spired wanted more
Robbing drug dealers yards and whores for the paper young bruddah turned cold from the wars In this matrix but I grab a z and flip on my block ain't got time to stop
Even when it's getting bait running from the jakes having incounters with my faith
Never think I'll see day where I can rest a moment mind always spireling so invest in potent just to keep me from zoning but I zone still
Never had a conctions from young I lost it
Money prof flips and some drink to numb it
Remember never had the kicks I wanted
Then I thought about all these brands are pointless
If I'm still Eating pordige and listaning to lies from borris
Johnson I think I always was that lost son
Too Sultry Lucas, I'll bite ya mu homie
I Relate
We grew up stealing cigarettes from our parents, 5 finger discounts on bottles of liquor, dropping triple C's like being high is all we need, stealing our parents whips at night when they were snuggled up tight, cruisin the back roads with a car full burning it down to the roach
My fav😢
As a producer I want to leave my old style of beats that I created years ago and start fresh with pieces such as this.
this aint fresh released in 1996 by nas in the album "it was written"
For fresh I meant as in start with something new. I know this was released in 1996, you just misunderstood what I was saying.
I know what you meant, I also try to emulate that 90's simple yet deadly type beats..
Would you be interested in making a beat like this for a project of mine and a mates
sample based 90s beats?
that shit's mad nice. well done g
Word. thanks for this. One of my favorite Nas Beat
La suite, on la connait parcoeur,
Comment veux tu sortir du gouffre après un tel parcours,
Quand ya la bac a tes trousses, ta pas lchoix tu cours,
Chez nous on a troqué lbac contre un diplome den bas dla tour;
D'après cquon voit à la télé, le futur n'sra pas si beau,
Manque de liberté, réchauffement climatique on aura dmoins en moins d'eau ;
Pollution des océans et de la terre,
On aura dmoins en moins d'oxygène dans l'air ;
Sans parler des richissimes milliardaires ,
Qui par le biais de leur technologie démesurés ont déconnecté l'être humain, il na plus les pieds sur terre, frère,
Arrete de suite la ganja, jai remplacé n.a.s par s.a.m en un couplet jv tambiancer comme jaja;
now I'm feeling what yall can't you think i will fall chant that day and night stay tight i will say alright all right yall tight calling the world calling out the world if you wanna know who yo under just find the one you can blame man this game is crazy an ace
Shape of my hart juice wrlds and now this
Actually it's shape of my heart, this and then juice
❤the beat is Emotional❤ goodI think a sting track...
Non sei nessuno nella vita,
Immagina giù da me,
Ti abbasso al mio livello, (shlah!),
Machete burkinabé,
Il mio digiuno più buono del banchetto dei re,
Riconosco il vero criminale alle buone maniere,
Ne ho mangiata di polvere,
Vedendo soldi piovere per far crescere i miei,
E se ho fatto la guerra, sappi l’ho fatta per noi,
Mio padre avrà ragione quando diventerò come lui,
La ricchezza è rinchiusa, assalto ai portavalori,
La rue, la rue, la rue, la rue, c’est pas chez Drucker,
J’ai jamais perdu l’nord,
J’me retrouve à Dunkerque,
Stò nel benks,
Litro rosso in Tetra Pak,
Te la dò io l’america nell’ “infrapacche'”,
Io non punto in alto, miro alle ginocchia, (Rrrah!)
Ogni strada ha il suo guardiano,
In futuro tienilo presente quello che ho passato,
0,9 e speranza ne abbiamo.
Già che me ne parli non è omertà,
Tanto non cambierà niente alla povertà,
Tu sei ricco d’animo buono per te, (eh!)
Criminali alla muerte,
Stò nel benks,
Siedo sopra un altalena,
Le banconote formano un arcobaleno,
Bruciano e in attimo torno come te, (eh!)
Criminali alla muerte
Nel mondo della micro criminalità
Un amico? Chi mi tradirà è un addio
Disse quel ragazzino diventerà cattivo
Di mentalità, ma non imita il suo mito
Il micro si limiterà a dirlo
Vai tra che, fra fa poco testo
Il tuo dramma non l’attraverso
Cazzate in strada la tua mancanza di classe
È acqua che va di traverso
Evade dal resto ogni persona perdona
Chi torna con la scusa buona che regga il pretesto
Infatti ho speranza finché non muoio
Che tanto è l’ultima e mi illumina nel vuoto
Decollo pronto al volo col mio poto
Plata o plomo parla poco placa l’uomo
E da un cazzotto romanzo l’accaduto in un salotto
Perché sono scrittore e interprete, black lives matter
Per ogni sbirro che spara nelle vertebre e mai smette
Come evadi dai problemi che ti fai
In pochi metri quadri
Giocherai alla play dal tuo compagno di banco delle elementari
Già che me ne parli non è omertà,
Tanto non cambierà niente alla povertà,
Tu sei ricco d’animo buono per te, (eh!)
Criminali alla muerte,
Stò nel benks,
Siedo sopra un altalena,
Le banconote formano un arcobaleno,
Bruciano e in attimo torno come te, (eh!)
Criminali alla muerte
Criminali alla muerte
Beat is average but NAS MURDERER IT. He took this beat and made it into one of his top 10 most illest tracks of all time..
Adnan Siddiqi you're tripping hard . One of the illest beats period. If you can't hear it you can't hear it if you don't get it you just don't get it
Beat is average you're deaf right?
Anybody else notice juice wrld.. no disrespect but his lucid dreams sounds quite close to this
I'm a santa Claus on a Christmas Day
Cause I run these streets And I'm doing it my way
I don't give out presents,
But my presence in the game itself is is a gift
I'm sitting here With Sapong, He's Giving Me A Lift
And I'm never wrong, To Me He is a gift.
We Don't Hit Bongs But Now We're About To Fly
It won't be long, see I never lie
No one ever knows about the struggles of an artist
They be mocking without knowing what an Art Is
Sending love to the few people that stayed
Could've Never been doing this without y'all
I be Losing My Sleep Trying To Write These Lines
Trying to Make It Rhyme. Lately,
Running Outta Time
Can't Shine But I'm always Trying to Be Fine
Trying to refine and then rewind
Dear God, Do You Hear My Cries?
Cause Prayer Ain't Shit
You Never Answer Back
If you exist than tell me where the fuck you at
My mind is disturbed
I'm mourning to find peace
To finally give my emotions some ease.
Everyday is a fucking fight for me to stay alive
Maybe I should grab a knife and get it all done
I will do all of the things you never thought I could
And the things I thought I couldn't do
Which VST did you use for the bassline??
Shape of my heart.
this was a The Message. fool
Beat is Amazing 🔥🔥🔥
NAS is a beast
Was the instrumental sampled? It sounds so familiar
Why I always imagine Bully Maguire from Spiderman 3 dancing on this beat, while me listening and watching
hi man, its free to use?
THAT AINT NO DAMN ORIGINAL. WHY PEOPLE ALWAYS CHANGE CERTAIN SHIT WHEN IT COMES TO AN INSTRO? FUCK OUTTA HEAA
Ambitions dans l'espace, ils ont trop les pieds sur terres
Relations trop espacées
Certaines de mes paroles sont trop déplacées
Ils te comprennent pas, Dieu sait laisse passer
Dans un futur proche ou lointain surement tous les dépasser
Mon coeur saigne, au créateur faut se confesser
Qu'est ce que je laisse a part mes anciennes actions,
Au depart jme suis trompé de faction
En une fraction
milles et une facons de reaction,
Trop reflechir empêche l'action
Une petite minute 60 secondes
déjà écoulées
Jvois le temps defiler, la plus grande richesse
me siento un lobo rodeao de Mickys, hash piti
I’m writing a break up rap to this 🔥
Lmfao
Yo ima download this for my music, please reply if its a problem and ill delete it thanks
Y itz sound like Lucid dreamz¿
LeGacY_Dafq juice wrld said nas the reason he started rapping 💯
Same sample
Van Woods but I knew that already bruh.. I’m jus lettin him know that’s why it sounds like lucid dreams.. Ana’s Was A Influence on Juice WRLD Style
@@LottiGaddafi oh shoot homie my bad I was actually tryna tag the dude who first commented 💀😂 nah u good. Wrong person lol
It's called sampling bro. You'd be surprised how many hip hop artists/music artists in general re-use or remix beats that were used in other songs. It's pretty common. Funny thing is, Nas actually got this beat from an artist named "Sting". The song was "Shape of My Heart".
So Good!
I killed the beat no hesitation Joey wale soon to be legend.
Show
Tattım küçük yaşımda Ghetto’yu
Doldururum annemin evinde onca demoyu
İstediklerim vardı, olmalıydı bi’ yolu
Şimdi Mercedes’te gururlandırırız Vio’yu
Eşref Paşa Lisesi’nde hayal kuran bir çocuk
Çekmece, Bakırköy Hattı, kaçak tren yolculuk
Breakdance, sokaklar, cepte yok ki bi’ kuruş
Şimdi kanatlarım gökyüzüne dokunur
Hayal ederdim koskoca bi’ stüdyo
Gözlerim doluydu çocukken hep, çünkü hüzün çok
On yedimde babam yok, dedim “Artık zaman yok.”
Borç içinde yanlışlara düştüm, evet, yalan yok
On sekizde ayrıldım evimden, tertemiz çocukluğumdan
Bi’ parça vermedim o lanet hayallerimden
Taksim, Bakırköy, ödenmeyen kiralar…
Hiphop sayesinde hayatım değişti bi’ anda
Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular
Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular
Hani hayaller karın doyurmuyodu ya?
Diploması olmayan adamdan sayılmıyodu ya?
Şimdi yok satarız inan karaborsada
Merdiven dayadık Çekmeceden yıldızlara
Gökyüzünde V, yeryüzünde biz, hedef bir
Artık rüyalarım da o kadar uzak değil
Hayal fabrikası gibi işler, M.O.B
Seni sen yapan düşlerin, emin ol ki ciron değil
Kovaladığım şey para değil, rüya
Çok bilmiş züppelere göre pişman olucaktım güya
Bi’ dilek tuttum, gerçek oldu her şey o an
Bi’ kelebeğim artık, yırtılıyo’ kozam
Gökyüzüne değdim ben
Bi’çok kötü güne değdi
Söyle benle eğer sevdiysen
İnan artık hepsi geçti bi’ anda
Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular
Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular
Anne, Aysun abla, meleklerim…
Biraz daha var zamanı
Yanımda çocukluğum, oluyorum ailemin kahramanı
İzledim ölen kelebekleri, o solan renkleri
Buz gibi evleri, kokuyu, demleri
Mahalle öğretir hayali, engeli
Yaşlanır gözlerim, öylece bekledim
Kurak güneşleri, fırtına sesleri üstüne şarkılar, tetik nöbetleri
Sordum hep anneme, “Bu biticek di mi?”
Rüyalar, rüyalar, rüyalar…
Rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular
Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular
Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Kaygılar, korkular, uykusuz gecelerim son buldular
Rüyalar, rüyalar, bir bir gerçek oldular
Bende diyorum bu şarkının beati nereden aklıma geliyor teşekkürler
Last time you seen me you said you loved me and didn't want this to start , now I'm the one with the broken heart my head is hurting my mind is jerking
The beat from Dirty Harry's "Rap Figures"... damn that song was probably the most downloaded during the KaZaA days... that and "DJ Larry D's Hip Hop Mega Mix"
R E S P E C T
Appreciate U 🤙
I listen to dis beat like 10x everyday
Sample rijo!
Sting and Nas
Ouvindo em 2019
R23I0M13,32
So many words to speak with a verse that's deep, sometimes it hurts to speak!
Spitting bars like there's a curse in me
It's insane like trying to perform brain surgery!
This shit was torn into me!
A history full of misery and misteries
Think critically but don't hate cause we think differently!
I give nothing but versatility and kill shit with a special delivery!
Intellectually, I'm connected on a wave that's telepathy!
I rap cause I'm addicted and that's my ecstacy!
Rare chemistry, a punch so tough a bear wouldn't even want to wrestle me!
Life is a bitch and it affected me like an infectious disease!
Give me some disinfectant to squeeze!
The truth'll make your stomach bleed like you ingested bleach!
The best of me is yet to see!
Lyrically you couldn't mess with me!
May you rest in peace like when you're in bed asleep!
A world controlled by one percent where the rest is sheep!
To them.. we're just insects that's weak! Pass the weed!
Passion so sick I'll cause a rap pandemic, better lockdown the streets!
Situations that's panic measured
Better call the police!
Fuck the system... Balls deep!
It's evident that my bars are harder than concrete!
Let's see how far these bombs reach
I can rap for days like a long speech!
Hiphop? Stop please, my rhymes is timeless that can make a clock freeze!
Judgement day couldn't stop me!
Jesus christ I lost count of how many times someone crossed me!
This art and my heart I'm investing it then my pen and the page make the perfect connection!
It's become an obsession to break from this worthless inception full of deception!
If you hate for the wrong reasons
Get corrected of course I've made many mistakes that I've regretted but with life comes many lessons!
Thinking i haven't got skill got me seriously offended!
Fight my own wars, never needed protection!
Any attempt at change I made got condemned quick!
Off the dead, the elite got dead rich!
Believing in the mass media is senseless!
What I say holds weight and you couldn't bench this so take a seat like detention and just accept it!
The bullshit has Impacted my brain leaving me with a permanent migraine!
Fuck it if I will let myself die in vain
I've proved many times that you can rise from pain!
Ready to cook like a microwave to fry some brains!
I'd rather have sunshine but most would rather have rain!
I could never have enough rhymes!
Thinking of rhymes is what I'm thinking most of the time!
Smoke till the roach most of the time!
You think this is a joke most of the time!
Just like you I've got dreams and hopes most of the time!
It's time to put that extra work in.. That's overtime!
If you swimming with snakes be careful you might get a cobra bites most of the time!
These rappers overhyped and gassed up like a motorbikes most of the time!
Even if you're bigger than me I'll throw you around like you're shoulder height!
I think bright like soldier lights!
You might freeze my flow like one of the coldest nights!l
Just cause we were told doesn't make it right!
So many sell outs, not a soul in sight
Most sold theirs at lowest the price!
Mines I hold it tight and of course it's over priced but it's never over until its over right?
first use of this sample i think it was in a polish song called 003 - idąc ulicą
First use was in Shape of my heart by Sting in 1993
Did juice sample this for lucid?
Yes
Classic 🤔🤨
Thank You! one love
You're welcome. Peace. :)
1994 really we are in 2017 omg PS : i love the bass you hear it?
So much bass best
1996*