I hear u. Lsd experiments in the 60s. Yung teenager put in the insane asylum by his parents. Cause all he could do is talk about how much he KNOWS God. Difference between having a relationship with God. And actually living every moment knowing God Itself
“Sincerely yours, Hope this gets to whom it concerns dealing with making decisions poorly, along the bridges being burned Living rigid, dismissive with the terms we were given, spent most of my life bullshhtin too hardheaded, didn’t learn or listen, stood on business, standing firm Yall bout to witness, Me frantically open up a can of worms Burned my hand on the stove, what that mean? Even in the heat of the moment my hand in the mix is cold expect me to fold, Sayin I’m too weak for the role behold, the coming of life for a nxgga stuck to the code watching life unfold Through the songs I write.. wrote.. quote.. “ *-BumpDown Bobby FRM East Memphis*
i was trying to get a certain mood for a theme i was working on and i didn't know what i wanted, and then i found this type type beat and i knew it was it, that's perfect. damn
“The other version feels right, this feels like life, and the last version? …………. feels trite, like something’s off, the feeling ain’t right. Din’t fill it in quite, like, ion kno, bro, it bugs me ruined something beautiful don’t judge me, like finding a blessing in a funeral or bumpn uglies, turning 1 night into buncha “love me’s” Thrown a blazer over the rugby vintage pizazz, my entrance’s the past, But entrenched in my indifference, Hard headed, din’t listen to my dad thankful, but dispositioned to be mad Stumbled, sprained ankle trying to fit in with the crabs Bottom of the barrel stitched into the tags Match the apparel, The logo’s a conversation, I wish we din’t have.. “ -𝗕𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗕𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗙𝗿𝗺 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗶𝘀
My thoughts in the night Has been wildin And my sight high Watchin my ceiling in meditative I'm on drugs The type of crack that makes you idling I can give no judge Everyday's the first time of me is a no doubt I tell you what it's like The moment when he died I can't remember for sure Sorry to piss you off But the moment I write this I try to heal them all Jealosy, money, and self-hatred You know my guys You know he used to think bout meaning of lifes You see it's plural He could try all, but decided to die Therefore I'm standing here forever Never been through it all There is no chair for me to rest Only the path I endure
Yeah It’s a cold world I know cats That would blast for me Cats that talk like they God The blasphemy Seeing all the sheep that’s lost It saddens me Seeing folks dying by bullets So sad to see
I need a plan, momma say I need to find my faith, ponder on my being make it hard to find some breathing space, relish all the days that passin by so I’ll be saying grace, but what’s the point when I ain’t ever felt the feeling that they say is great, I’m awkward and get envious, addicted to oblivious, it’s why I face the same drugs but can’t ever be serious, they laugh at me delirious, grew up always curious, never claimed impervious, the thing when I get fury is, can’t step up to me cause this could be just where the story ends, or lying through your teeth so you can look better amongst your friends, that feeling isn’t lasting, everlasting is the guilty pain, problems with yourself so now you gettin down and feeling shame, we all take different roads but all that matters now, you in the game, called yo number for support, but feeling you don’t wanna play, stare up in the sky but it’s no stars that I be seeing mane, gotta talk to god, but he’s so far that I don’t hearin me, Ellipses Working on myself but who would miss me Ellipses Can’t even say I really love myself, I get Ellipses I try to talk to god not just for help, I hear Ellipses Struggles with my passion, lustful ready for action, suicidal, my bastion, sorry for what I’m masking, it’s so much that I’m lacking, self destructive my tasking, my instructions deliver the opposite what I’m asking, Are my momma and my sister really proud of who they raised, the good the bad the ugly shaped up who I am today, got a problem with myself but I’m too stuck in this malaise, will I wallow, pity self, or make it better for new days, I’m knowing it’s all mental, it’s on me to flip the page, but if I’m stuck then I’ll say fuck it then I’m pimping out this cage, isolated, breathe instinctively, but not because I need to be, the truth is missing you and me, the root of my due misery, the loot of my commissary, WIP
Solo escribo por mi libertad Nena quiero que me quieras más Juro que voy a llenar un estadio antes de que vos me digas que me amas Se que vos me pediste un espacio pero voy despacio a punto de frenar Tengo disponible el calendario nena solamente tenes que llamar Ando escribiendo otro tema en el tren Pensando en usted Pensando en las veces que me equivoque Rallo otro papel en busca de que En busca dudas que curan mi ser Hago un avión de papel Con un billete de 100 Ando borracho y le escribo tu name Espero que pueda volver Esa wacha con un caderon Quiere un turro con un cadenon Yo ando loco con el mic en on Caminando solo por la pueyrredon Con mi ñeri rayo un paredón Una pala antes que pabellón Toma un par de clonas pa olvidar la hora y preguntan doña y estos quienes son Y estos quienes son Los que hablan con el corazón Los que hacen que pidas perdón Los que escriben en la habitación Pa olvidar el rencor y brindar amor Los que quieren la revolución Los que buscan una evolución Porque pasa el día, otra melodía Paso a otra vida con otra canción Pero vine para hablar de mi De las veces que yo me caí Como no querer bajar los brazos Si estaba en el suelo y vo ya estabas ahí Ahora tengo dos dedos de frente Ya no veo gente solo escucho un beat yo no quiero que vo estés así Pero no me escupas el pan que te di Todos quieren sacar a la mami Llevarla a Miami, comprarle un Bugatti Pero viven despreciando el plato Y son unos cuantos que te comen gratis Pero negro no me meto en esa Cada quien que maneje su vida Yo voy a seguir haciendo music Mientras unos cuantos opinan de la mia
i saw a hallway of mirrors blocking up the spirits floating around want a bitch in a gown and bitch for my crown its just a notch in my cap i'm a master in a gown like i'm amassing all this sound you couldn't fathom what it took you wouldn't fathom what i found so its just hard work to pronounce victory, amphetamines my system why you hating why you hoping i'm dismissive couldn't tell if she was dead or narcoleptic its okay i'll forgive and never forget it stonemason grinding aligning with the zeitgist its timing all glory to the man for providing cause i've seen life can be like sand could be mining instead of giving it to sam i'll own property like simon
me dificulta dar la mano a la bondad quien te brinda la seguridad de no darte el porrazo y con porro alzó la conciencia de que nombro al faso pa que mi familia piense que no soy capaz y derrapar contra el piso es parte del trayecto si no hay afecto no hay efecto en el gol
Out bar your favorite rapper homie, quit with the discussions/ One of the best to ever do this shit I, feel like Tim Duncan/ Stop the frontin, either I’m grand slamming, or I’m buntin/ Either way we score , turn nothing into something/ 💎
*Look it's never to late fuck them mistakes take a shot at being the great or get shot by being fake yung teenager smoking weed to escape , drinking like your 40 yrs old with no more dreams chase, let me be the first to say fuck your feelings wash em down the drain and rise up from the pain* ~yvngraspberry~
non so che cazzo dirti, ma sono un po' stanco di questi francesismi, di questi finti acrilici, primitivi ritorniamo, e aprimi le corde del cuore con cui ti cantavo e lo so che la granmatica è solo uno strumento è strano pensare che diamo nome alle emozioni io quello che sento lo sento, non me raccapezzo ma resterò le ore a cercare parole Ma tanto non mi capirai, anche se vado da liutai, per raffinare questa mia penna non lo saprai, ti parlerò solo col corpo come coi granai, ci sdraieremo sulla terra immobili in mezzo al via vai e non voglio fare il romantico, sarà solo quest'attimo, poi ritornerò a parlare di sciocchezze o poi impazzirò, capita che uno faccia il tragico per spasimo, che sminuzzi il proprio abito che si tolga la maschera, ricicli i pensieri di plastica, non è tattica, che metta da parte le formula perché la vita è solo cinematica, e a volte anch'io mi faccio profondo, e credo di dire qualcosa di saggio, tu la cogli, anche se di passaggio, ti giri, mi fissi, mi prendi le mani e dici, entriamo nella vita dell'altro solo per caso, che breve equipaggio, ma tu non mi sembri così male, fra tutti gli otto miliardi, sei tu con me, scelta fatale e queste cose però non le dici, però posso notarle dagli occhi, mentre la sera è come se scendesse annunciata da lunghi rintocchi, lampioni guerci, e nelle vie rintana la notte, e tu ti stringi stretta a me perché di paure ne abbiamo ancora troppe la morte, la solitudine, l'impotenza, l'inerzia, l'incudine del tempo che arriva e squassa, e ci lascia marci e irriconiscibili e incanta per esempio il tempo è passato su questa piazza il tempo è passato su questo scenario di campagna tu non sei più qui, dove ti sei cacciata? ma nonostante il tempo il tuo corpo nella mente ancora danza le cose sono uguali, i miei ricordi sono intoccati, sono bocce di pesci rossi che solo io posso visitare, ti rpego vieniji a trovare, ti prego non lasciarmi affondare, in questo mare di ricordi in cui ora posso solo urlare, e risponde il ricordo come onde del mare
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These beats make my soul understand life more i reflect on literally everything 🔥🔥💜
I hear u. Lsd experiments in the 60s. Yung teenager put in the insane asylum by his parents. Cause all he could do is talk about how much he KNOWS God. Difference between having a relationship with God. And actually living every moment knowing God Itself
no person from the 60s spells young yung
@@dylanthegreat2429 good thing it’s not the 60s smartass
@@dylanthegreat2429 not on purpose lsd makes letters go missing 😂
🧢
Haha look it up on youtube kiddos
“Sincerely yours,
Hope this gets to whom it concerns
dealing with making decisions poorly,
along the bridges being burned
Living rigid, dismissive with the terms
we were given,
spent most of my life bullshhtin
too hardheaded, didn’t learn
or listen,
stood on business, standing firm
Yall bout to witness,
Me frantically open up a can of worms
Burned my hand on the stove,
what that mean?
Even in the heat of the moment
my hand in the mix is cold
expect me to fold,
Sayin I’m too weak for the role
behold, the coming of life
for a nxgga stuck to the code
watching life unfold
Through the songs I write.. wrote.. quote.. “
*-BumpDown Bobby FRM East Memphis*
i was trying to get a certain mood for a theme i was working on and i didn't know what i wanted, and then i found this type type beat and i knew it was it, that's perfect. damn
Just what I needed right now🫡💯
This is one of the most beautiful beats I've heard in a minute. Jeez
“The other version feels right,
this feels like life,
and the last version?
…………. feels trite,
like something’s off,
the feeling ain’t right.
Din’t fill it in quite, like,
ion kno, bro, it bugs me
ruined something beautiful
don’t judge me,
like finding a blessing in a funeral
or bumpn uglies,
turning 1 night into buncha “love me’s”
Thrown a blazer over the rugby
vintage pizazz,
my entrance’s the past,
But entrenched
in my indifference,
Hard headed,
din’t listen to my dad
thankful,
but dispositioned to be mad
Stumbled, sprained ankle
trying to fit in with the crabs
Bottom of the barrel
stitched into the tags
Match the apparel,
The logo’s a conversation,
I wish we din’t have.. “
-𝗕𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗕𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗙𝗿𝗺 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗶𝘀
this is fire brother!
loved this
Godbless you God and Jesus love you and are the way 🙏
Sample??
Bro don’t know it but something is happening with these beats…🔥☄️
hard asf frrrrr
Homi, estas loco! Que pista 🙌🏿🌐🍃
imma use this for my album now.
My thoughts in the night
Has been wildin
And my sight high
Watchin my ceiling in meditative
I'm on drugs
The type of crack that makes you idling
I can give no judge
Everyday's the first time of me is a no doubt
I tell you what it's like
The moment when he died
I can't remember for sure
Sorry to piss you off
But the moment I write this
I try to heal them all
Jealosy, money, and self-hatred
You know my guys
You know he used to think bout meaning of lifes
You see it's plural
He could try all, but decided to die
Therefore I'm standing here forever
Never been through it all
There is no chair for me to rest
Only the path I endure
This shit sounds amazing god damn
Fallen Leaves - MeezyOnPluto. Killed It!
Thank you…..”God is everything” and God made you with the knowledge and heart to make music. I as well. Great work. Please keep inspiring us🥷🏻🫀
This beat is a 80’s intro fr
This beat yo😮💨😮💨😮💨
Yeah
It’s a cold world
I know cats
That would blast for me
Cats that talk like they God
The blasphemy
Seeing all the sheep that’s lost
It saddens me
Seeing folks dying by bullets
So sad to see
Godly
Thank you
Really wanna make Earl and the alchemist type beats can I get some help pls😅
I need a plan, momma say I need to find my faith, ponder on my being make it hard to find some breathing space, relish all the days that passin by so I’ll be saying grace, but what’s the point when I ain’t ever felt the feeling that they say is great, I’m awkward and get envious, addicted to oblivious, it’s why I face the same drugs but can’t ever be serious, they laugh at me delirious, grew up always curious, never claimed impervious, the thing when I get fury is, can’t step up to me cause this could be just where the story ends, or lying through your teeth so you can look better amongst your friends, that feeling isn’t lasting, everlasting is the guilty pain, problems with yourself so now you gettin down and feeling shame, we all take different roads but all that matters now, you in the game, called yo number for support, but feeling you don’t wanna play, stare up in the sky but it’s no stars that I be seeing mane, gotta talk to god, but he’s so far that I don’t hearin me,
Ellipses
Working on myself but who would miss me
Ellipses
Can’t even say I really love myself, I get
Ellipses
I try to talk to god not just for help, I hear
Ellipses
Struggles with my passion, lustful ready for action, suicidal, my bastion, sorry for what I’m masking, it’s so much that I’m lacking, self destructive my tasking, my instructions deliver the opposite what I’m asking,
Are my momma and my sister really proud of who they raised, the good the bad the ugly shaped up who I am today, got a problem with myself but I’m too stuck in this malaise, will I wallow, pity self, or make it better for new days, I’m knowing it’s all mental, it’s on me to flip the page, but if I’m stuck then I’ll say fuck it then I’m pimping out this cage, isolated, breathe instinctively, but not because I need to be, the truth is missing you and me, the root of my due misery, the loot of my commissary,
WIP
this fire bro
Nice 👌🏽
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Solo escribo por mi libertad
Nena quiero que me quieras más
Juro que voy a llenar un estadio antes de que vos me digas que me amas
Se que vos me pediste un espacio pero voy despacio a punto de frenar
Tengo disponible el calendario nena solamente tenes que llamar
Ando escribiendo otro tema en el tren
Pensando en usted
Pensando en las veces que me equivoque
Rallo otro papel en busca de que
En busca dudas que curan mi ser
Hago un avión de papel
Con un billete de 100
Ando borracho y le escribo tu name
Espero que pueda volver
Esa wacha con un caderon
Quiere un turro con un cadenon
Yo ando loco con el mic en on
Caminando solo por la pueyrredon
Con mi ñeri rayo un paredón
Una pala antes que pabellón
Toma un par de clonas pa olvidar la hora y preguntan doña y estos quienes son
Y estos quienes son
Los que hablan con el corazón
Los que hacen que pidas perdón
Los que escriben en la habitación
Pa olvidar el rencor y brindar amor
Los que quieren la revolución
Los que buscan una evolución
Porque pasa el día, otra melodía
Paso a otra vida con otra canción
Pero vine para hablar de mi
De las veces que yo me caí
Como no querer bajar los brazos
Si estaba en el suelo y vo ya estabas ahí
Ahora tengo dos dedos de frente
Ya no veo gente solo escucho un beat
yo no quiero que vo estés así
Pero no me escupas el pan que te di
Todos quieren sacar a la mami
Llevarla a Miami, comprarle un Bugatti
Pero viven despreciando el plato
Y son unos cuantos que te comen gratis
Pero negro no me meto en esa
Cada quien que maneje su vida
Yo voy a seguir haciendo music
Mientras unos cuantos opinan de la mia
You gotta be someone in disguise man
love it. From where did you get the voices in the intro ?
Same ol' same ol'
Where the Paul’s boutique homies at?
What’s thatv
@@IssoFVR one of the best hip hop albums that’s used for the thumbnail of this
@@JustMe-gj1ip do you know this sample
@@IssoFVRnah do you?
i saw a hallway of mirrors
blocking up the spirits
floating around
want a bitch in a gown
and bitch for my crown
its just a notch in my cap
i'm a master in a gown
like i'm amassing all this sound
you couldn't fathom what it took
you wouldn't fathom what i found
so its just hard work to pronounce
victory, amphetamines my system
why you hating why you hoping i'm dismissive
couldn't tell if she was dead or narcoleptic
its okay i'll forgive and never forget it
stonemason grinding
aligning with the zeitgist its timing
all glory to the man for providing
cause i've seen life can be like sand could be mining
instead of giving it to sam i'll own property like simon
me dificulta dar la mano a la bondad
quien te brinda la seguridad de no darte el porrazo
y con porro alzó la conciencia de que nombro al faso
pa que mi familia piense que no soy capaz
y derrapar contra el piso es parte del trayecto
si no hay afecto no hay efecto en el gol
Out bar your favorite rapper homie, quit with the discussions/
One of the best to ever do this shit I, feel like Tim Duncan/
Stop the frontin, either I’m grand slamming, or I’m buntin/
Either way we score , turn nothing into something/
💎
What’s tha sample
wow
wowwww b ok ok i see u
Can I jump on this
On dirait GTA sous morphine...
*Look it's never to late fuck them mistakes take a shot at being the great or get shot by being fake yung teenager smoking weed to escape , drinking like your 40 yrs old with no more dreams chase, let me be the first to say fuck your feelings wash em down the drain and rise up from the pain* ~yvngraspberry~
non so che cazzo dirti, ma sono un po' stanco di questi francesismi, di questi finti acrilici, primitivi ritorniamo, e aprimi le corde del cuore con cui ti cantavo
e lo so che la granmatica è solo uno strumento
è strano pensare che diamo nome alle emozioni
io quello che sento lo sento, non me raccapezzo
ma resterò le ore a cercare parole
Ma tanto non mi capirai, anche se vado da liutai, per raffinare questa mia penna non lo saprai, ti parlerò solo col corpo come coi granai, ci sdraieremo sulla terra immobili in mezzo al via vai
e non voglio fare il romantico, sarà solo quest'attimo, poi ritornerò a parlare di sciocchezze o poi impazzirò, capita che uno faccia il tragico per spasimo, che sminuzzi il proprio abito
che si tolga la maschera, ricicli i pensieri di plastica, non è tattica, che metta da parte le formula perché la vita è solo cinematica, e a volte anch'io mi faccio profondo, e credo di dire qualcosa di saggio, tu la cogli, anche se di passaggio, ti giri, mi fissi, mi prendi le mani e dici, entriamo nella vita dell'altro solo per caso, che breve equipaggio, ma tu non mi sembri così male, fra tutti gli otto miliardi, sei tu con me, scelta fatale
e queste cose però non le dici, però posso notarle dagli occhi, mentre la sera è come se scendesse annunciata da lunghi rintocchi, lampioni guerci, e nelle vie rintana la notte, e tu ti stringi stretta a me perché di paure ne abbiamo ancora troppe
la morte, la solitudine, l'impotenza, l'inerzia, l'incudine del tempo che arriva e squassa, e ci lascia marci e irriconiscibili e incanta
per esempio il tempo è passato su questa piazza
il tempo è passato su questo scenario di campagna
tu non sei più qui, dove ti sei cacciata?
ma nonostante il tempo il tuo corpo nella mente ancora danza
le cose sono uguali, i miei ricordi sono intoccati, sono bocce di pesci rossi che solo io posso visitare, ti rpego vieniji a trovare, ti prego non lasciarmi affondare, in questo mare di ricordi in cui ora posso solo urlare, e risponde il ricordo come onde del mare
made a beautiful song to this on my channel