It's so easy yet so hard to make beats like this. If you find that ONE sample, then you've got something beautiful, like this. No extra drums or anything needed. The art of sampling.
Pissed off you know This is, like, exclusive Yeah Kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah Yeah, the revolution is the genocide Look, your execution will be televised Don't cross me like Isaiah, that shit be ill-advised (Woo) Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified Castratin' niggas in they feelings on IG (Uh) Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah) I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir? I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer" We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FN Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches in The revolution is the genocide Yeah, my execution might be televised Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a fuck Shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin' three liters up It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us Caught up in the moment, most niggas foldin' or freezin' up Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up Yeah, the revolution is the genocide Made a sex tape with your bitch, that pussy televised Thug nigga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams Fuckin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam Shit was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team Ex won't take me back, without me, the bitch wouldn't have got a ring Yeah, the revolution is the genocide Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, nigga Kane Uh, 305 in my yayo Subject to let a bitch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75 Caprice, that is Yo (M-M-Maybach Music) You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh) Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?) I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash I got the dollars, motherfuck a nigga's credit score (Boss) Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope) My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord) Bitches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M) All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha) I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes) I fuck bitches in my ride, I never bring 'em home She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang) Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M) Exhale weed, ship it from the West (West) My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes) Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (Lord) I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music) Audemars and Cartiers You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
I’m woke they heavy sleepers, lifting heavy weight I’m rocking a wife beater. Been doing this since a fetus I don’t plan on stoppin till I’m friends with the reaper-life’s a game of tight rope onna thin see saw they jump on trends like a lemur. See while they denigrate they friends I be penetrating trends I don’t make ammends only mean to an ends is music Wanna be more than a human something like a super computer
It's so easy yet so hard to make beats like this. If you find that ONE sample, then you've got something beautiful, like this. No extra drums or anything needed. The art of sampling.
This is beautiful. Hate them dam extra drums!
He used two samples. Same song different versions
It's like finding gold
Am I the only one who finds this very relaxing?
1:12 these little moments😔
and at 2:00. 👌🏿
Amazing Melody.... ..🖤👑💎✊🏽😎
The goat 🌊🌊🌊
Sickest track
ALC is next level. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Tnx for the upload
goated beat fr
The sample is great, but shouts out to the bassline
0:18
Pissed off you know
This is, like, exclusive
Yeah
Kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Look, your execution will be televised
Don't cross me like Isaiah, that shit be ill-advised (Woo)
Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified
Castratin' niggas in they feelings on IG (Uh)
Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah)
I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me
Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn
He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?
I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir
Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir
I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer"
We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FN
Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind
Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them
Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches in
The revolution is the genocide
Yeah, my execution might be televised
Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a fuck
Shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks
Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin' three liters up
It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us
Caught up in the moment, most niggas foldin' or freezin' up
Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Made a sex tape with your bitch, that pussy televised
Thug nigga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams
Fuckin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam
Shit was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team
Ex won't take me back, without me, the bitch wouldn't have got a ring
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, nigga
Kane
Uh, 305 in my yayo
Subject to let a bitch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75
Caprice, that is
Yo (M-M-Maybach Music)
You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh)
Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?)
I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass
But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash
I got the dollars, motherfuck a nigga's credit score (Boss)
Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope)
My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho
Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)
Bitches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)
All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha)
I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes)
I fuck bitches in my ride, I never bring 'em home
She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off
He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang)
Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent
Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M)
Exhale weed, ship it from the West (West)
My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes)
Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (Lord)
I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next
Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)
Audemars and Cartiers
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
3:23
You need a dictionary when you write ya raps
💯🎤🔥☝
I’m woke they heavy sleepers, lifting heavy weight I’m rocking a wife beater. Been doing this since a fetus I don’t plan on stoppin till I’m friends with the reaper-life’s a game of tight rope onna thin see saw they jump on trends like a lemur.
See while they denigrate they friends I be penetrating trends I don’t make ammends only mean to an ends is music
Wanna be more than a human something like a super computer