I was pumping yellow tops out my mom's crib while writing rhymes to this is wat I remember when dis joint comes on..Ooooh boy I was a terror since the public school era 😎
I wish Sean P never passed and had a chance to incorporate this beat with a new rhyme. Do the song with the rest of the Fab 5 now, 21 years after 1996.....R.I.P.
I be jumpin online/ to drop a ill rhyme /and catch a vibe cus I’m that guy/ to unleash the smooth flow call it a given go/no need to show boat I just takin to my soul and I let’s these words glow/Till they lighten up my inner me makin all my enemy’s feel the energy that comes from the Inner “G” in me./yes indeed like fresh breeze must emcee can’t believe/ I come with that real rappin flow of passion, never gun blastin, I’m just a passive/Guy that stays humble, walk by faith not sight so I’m bound to never stumble.
I cant wait to use this...been wanting to rhyme to this for like 10 years now...i really want the Sean Price instrumental too...heltah skeltah had some crazy fire ass beats
The end approximate Coke a loss of hope, and I got lots of it Wishing for a black moon and that soon, my wish granted I'm always in the midst planted, just cuz Im hispanic Common cliche's Man, I'm bombing relays 4:22, wish it was five a clock If I can survive this job than I can survive a shot Canceled and trampled Lured to obscurity cuz of the candy like Hanzel Boy I'm filled with iniquitous manners With my life is with what my viciousness tampers Hard verse, get hit with a harsh curse Get your bars purged and that go for whoever barge first Large thirst for glory and triumph That's why I'm defiant. but reliant on being a client Tough luck, whats up Get your mug bucked, you a bug, what !
anoramica Testo Risultati principali Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all) Ay Caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba One on the set man I cut you like lumber Still play the back in my thunder gear, down to my underwear Make all you motherfuckers wonder where I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K Send MC's to me in squads of three say Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be See him in action as he transform, that man's me Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones Phone home or return like Jedi I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye Me nah like Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight And six feet deep is where you sleep Eternally resting in peace you felt relief Now big up to all my true heads in the East Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back) Like that (like that) I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping Cause herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking I scold you, double headed sword for the petty But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two Rushing through, three on three you can't see we Cause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance Bigger triggers falling down Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all) A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino (We're 3 amigos) Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what? (A prime time NBC TV show) Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty (Shit'll get heavy) Back up, retreat, now surrender My pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please) Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector So what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two Degrees, please get off your knees and follow these Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle Then I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael So how many corny MC g'wan try When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July Nobody (why?) Cos everybody gets bodies my brother I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber Step to the stage set the microphone on fire Your desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer (Live like wires), beast from the East who is he When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)
A me non sembra, che paghi la benza, mercedes motore renault olio di girasole nel serbatoio Vestito Blu ma quale crip, imparate a sparare, sembrate zombie di drill, in testa un microchip Controlla stamina take 95, check it true 1-9 to ur mind È questo è il groove, ti sei preso la flue, scopi Marilù, poi ti ringrazia per il pezzo blue, portala su La botta non può far le scale, ma sale, dopo scende, come il tuo conto corrente Non dichiaro mai il mio amore sono un esercente, fa niente, duck down, movimento, sono qui presente Se tu sei qui per ascoltare il mio flow scappa, fai bang & pow, non sei di Manhattan Sto flow è una cosa che non c'è al mercato, non l'ho rubato, tu della East Cost hai solo il culo gelato Giuro mi sento onorato, se penso che sputo rime nella sede della digos di Prato Fai la tua scelta, sali in sella, sbava sto mic, trucida fogli Helta Skelta Rap della crusca, featuring confindustria Che c'è dentro la busta, doppio zero colpo di frusta Lo sai che non scrivo rime, io stampo pagine vive, mi basta un toner per disfare un mondo fatto di sfide Luchris col cazzo si innamorerà Il suo stile di vita sono gli Slum Village Potrebbe darsi che non si sa mai Al massimo divento calvo come Gemitaiz, look at my eyes Centri il buco giusto me lo gioco alla snai, ti amo così tanto che ti passerò l'aids, ora che lo sai, dillo a tutti nel quartiere, stai a vedere che ora sono guai Voglio beat che siano grassi per i miei incastri, voglio mille nastri per bendare gli occhi di un attore cieco Vorrei acqua per combattere sto caldo secco, che tutti i giorni surriscalda la mia Smif-n-wessun Che punterei a Brad Pitt mentre bevo l'espresso, così dopo mi risponderebbe "Perfetto" OGC si impossessa di Luchris, dentro la mia mente tengo in ostaggio migliaia di MC Santana, diabla, chica mala fanno i gaggi con la bandana, questi re del mondo sono seventeen, e pensano di vivere una trama alla banana fish, una storia a fumetti come in take on me, pls spostati da qui puzzi di tonno, il mio testosterone retrocede come sto progresso, lo butto nel cesso, vorrei sapere chi è tra noi due che ha sonno Yo dig it, mi manca il socio, ce l'ho dentro la testa quando droppo rime io e lui siamo come Bossi e Fini Bollino rosso per i tori indecisi, morti di tisi, tener lontano dalla portata dei bambini Duck down, nubian, groove questa è la shit funk, jazz, blues questa è la wave, il mio stile di vita è più nascosto di Bruce Wayne, vivo nel palazzo del cielo Gangaridei, Che flex, sono il tuo anti-stress, don't mess, mi faccio in vena di sostanze Lord Finesse Semplicizza, masterizza, vai di Rizzla, che se metto su i Bott Camp Click ci vuole la mista Purezza della droga, è il jazz che si dopa, la pesantezza del tabacco, è il fat beat che ti rintraccio Lo sai, non puoi fermare il nostro movimento, solido come il cemento, (stammi bene) Luchris ti vedo contento
-----> ay yo up my artistry target me thats hard too see punchlines got the farthest reach leaven broken shards of teeth thinkin you on par wit me . quick bars /thumbs up if you lieked=p
decade was the nineties the gear was loose some many OG's Tim's were the shoes listening to Notorious OGC and some Pac gangin' in Brooklin and slingin' some rock sippin' Chrystal yo I never be frontin cops call my mistah you it's not for nothin
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This instrumental never gets old. The 90’s was like magic!!
Straight from the dungeon
@@trustedflow9288 ate carumba
I remember the first time I heard this... The World stood Still, dope Nostalgic 🔥
I just graduated Marine Corp Boot Camp when this song came out this beat is timeless...
@@SeaviewSojourner No Doubt❤
Diamond Era HipHop ... Simply from the Dungeon, no over producing
YES YES YALL!
Rest In Power Sean Price.
This song is on daily repeat
Pacific Chief I play it everyday too
Yes yes y’all
I was pumping yellow tops out my mom's crib while writing rhymes to this is wat I remember when dis joint comes on..Ooooh boy I was a terror since the public school era 😎
Fucking chill ass beat.
This beat is one of my favorite good lord
I wish Sean P never passed and had a chance to incorporate this beat with a new rhyme. Do the song with the rest of the Fab 5 now, 21 years after 1996.....R.I.P.
Kyle Miller 80 for 90s
fr it sucks that he died
Ohhh the memories ❤️
Brownsville! BCC for life!
this beat reminds me of the infinite night, always
wow. i cant believe i just found this
Imagine what else is still out there, lol.
So you don't believe in nothing ?
First heard this instrumental on a Daryl Grogan skate video called Time Lapse. Only taken me 15+ years to find it!
I love them day's GOD bless you all
@Rosmary Diaz GOD bless you too. 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
Give me those 90's days back!!!! So called hip-hop in 2019 is weak!!!
Listen widely tbh
Dope...still can't get enough. Even when it was released.
Album was a beast!!
I be jumpin online/ to drop a ill rhyme /and catch a vibe cus I’m that guy/ to unleash the smooth flow call it a given go/no need to show boat I just takin to my soul and I let’s these words glow/Till they lighten up my inner me makin all my enemy’s feel the energy that comes from the Inner “G” in me./yes indeed like fresh breeze must emcee can’t believe/ I come with that real rappin flow of passion, never gun blastin, I’m just a passive/Guy that stays humble, walk by faith not sight so I’m bound to never stumble.
You have a better flow than 99.9% of the "rappers" of this current corny generation 🫡
damn... this is a kicked back beat when your blazed
Indeed. I am such this very moment
The Golden Era is the Ruler of all
❤️
I cant wait to use this...been wanting to rhyme to this for like 10 years now...i really want the Sean Price instrumental too...heltah skeltah had some crazy fire ass beats
Boot Camp Click 🏅
R.I.P. Sean Price
yesh yesh yo !!!
GOLD
The FAB 5 Yes indeed Dat 90's bidniss riht Cha Rest on P, B.C.C. Rock to this day!! Let's go Ya dig
timbz, flight coats, army jackets,
The end approximate
Coke a loss of hope, and I got lots of it
Wishing for a black moon and that soon, my wish granted
I'm always in the midst planted, just cuz Im hispanic
Common cliche's
Man, I'm bombing relays
4:22, wish it was five a clock
If I can survive this job than I can survive a shot
Canceled and trampled
Lured to obscurity cuz of the candy like Hanzel
Boy I'm filled with iniquitous manners
With my life is with what my viciousness tampers
Hard verse, get hit with a harsh curse
Get your bars purged and that go for whoever barge first
Large thirst for glory and triumph
That's why I'm defiant. but reliant on being a client
Tough luck, whats up
Get your mug bucked, you a bug, what !
How did i never notice that its the same sample in spontaneity by bahamadia
RIP THE GREAT SHAUN P
Sean*
Much Gratitude
Decent bro, keep writing and stay up!
flowin beat
sit back wit a Buddha sack and bump this
Aye Caramaba, Starang, Gun Clappa Numba!
Compare their gear, look and dress, and persona to nowadays... Man those were the days.
Fuck skinny jeans 👖 🖕
This that contemplate life instrumental
Catalyst sample is Legendary
classic
Has the bahamadia spontaneity sample in the back
man I hope kendrick lamar gets to this
No disrespect , Kendrick can't hold Sean Price's candle .
Kendirk would ruin it, he tries too hard and is lw boof compared to these masterpieces
Kendrick ??? Lolololol stop ! Just enjoy the era
: )
love this joint!
The instrumental is classic Evil & Walt back alley Brooklyn, dread loc, Timberland boot, army suit, blunt smokin' goodness!
+SOUTHEAST LOS ANGELES just as i read this.. it piped in... bliss
SALUTE
the name a this shit right here
I miss this era. The real rap era..nowadays I need a translator..
More like a head injury bro, only then does it make sense
This mf soooo boom bap 🔥🔥🔥🔥
yo, wtf, where can we get these instrumentals?
tssss chakas
anoramica
Testo
Risultati principali
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)
Ay Caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba
One on the set man I cut you like lumber
Still play the back in my thunder gear, down to my underwear
Make all you motherfuckers wonder where
I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan
I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man
Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props
A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
Send MC's to me in squads of three say
Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be
See him in action as he transform, that man's me
Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home
Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones
Phone home or return like Jedi
I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye
Me nah like
Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light
You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight
And six feet deep is where you sleep
Eternally resting in peace you felt relief
Now big up to all my true heads in the East
Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat
You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back)
Like that (like that)
I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive
Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius
I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping
Cause herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking
I scold you, double headed sword for the petty
But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready
Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are
Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred
Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew
It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two
Rushing through, three on three you can't see we
Cause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight
Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp
Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance
Bigger triggers falling down
Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)
A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino
Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino
(We're 3 amigos)
Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?
(A prime time NBC TV show)
Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready
Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty
(Shit'll get heavy)
Back up, retreat, now surrender
My pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender
It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees
Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)
Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector
So what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two
Degrees, please get off your knees and follow these
Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle
Then I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael
So how many corny MC g'wan try
When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July
Nobody (why?)
Cos everybody gets bodies my brother
I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber
Step to the stage set the microphone on fire
Your desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer
(Live like wires), beast from the East who is he
When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)
Where are these brothers this new game is xss...cheeks
A me non sembra, che paghi la benza, mercedes motore renault olio di girasole nel serbatoio
Vestito Blu ma quale crip, imparate a sparare, sembrate zombie di drill, in testa un microchip
Controlla stamina take 95, check it true 1-9 to ur mind
È questo è il groove, ti sei preso la flue, scopi Marilù, poi ti ringrazia per il pezzo blue, portala su
La botta non può far le scale, ma sale, dopo scende, come il tuo conto corrente
Non dichiaro mai il mio amore sono un esercente, fa niente, duck down, movimento, sono qui presente
Se tu sei qui per ascoltare il mio flow scappa, fai bang & pow, non sei di Manhattan
Sto flow è una cosa che non c'è al mercato, non l'ho rubato, tu della East Cost hai solo il culo gelato
Giuro mi sento onorato, se penso che sputo rime nella sede della digos di Prato
Fai la tua scelta, sali in sella, sbava sto mic, trucida fogli Helta Skelta
Rap della crusca, featuring confindustria
Che c'è dentro la busta, doppio zero colpo di frusta
Lo sai che non scrivo rime, io stampo pagine vive, mi basta un toner per disfare un mondo fatto di sfide
Luchris col cazzo si innamorerà
Il suo stile di vita sono gli Slum Village
Potrebbe darsi che non si sa mai
Al massimo divento calvo come Gemitaiz, look at my eyes
Centri il buco giusto me lo gioco alla snai, ti amo così tanto che ti passerò l'aids, ora che lo sai, dillo a tutti nel quartiere, stai a vedere che ora sono guai
Voglio beat che siano grassi per i miei incastri, voglio mille nastri per bendare gli occhi di un attore cieco
Vorrei acqua per combattere sto caldo secco, che tutti i giorni surriscalda la mia Smif-n-wessun
Che punterei a Brad Pitt mentre bevo l'espresso, così dopo mi risponderebbe "Perfetto"
OGC si impossessa di Luchris, dentro la mia mente tengo in ostaggio migliaia di MC
Santana, diabla, chica mala fanno i gaggi con la bandana, questi re del mondo sono seventeen, e pensano di vivere una trama alla banana fish, una storia a fumetti come in take on me, pls spostati da qui puzzi di tonno, il mio testosterone retrocede come sto progresso, lo butto nel cesso, vorrei sapere chi è tra noi due che ha sonno
Yo dig it, mi manca il socio, ce l'ho dentro la testa quando droppo rime io e lui siamo come Bossi e Fini
Bollino rosso per i tori indecisi, morti di tisi, tener lontano dalla portata dei bambini
Duck down, nubian, groove questa è la shit funk, jazz, blues questa è la wave, il mio stile di vita è più nascosto di Bruce Wayne, vivo nel palazzo del cielo Gangaridei,
Che flex, sono il tuo anti-stress, don't mess, mi faccio in vena di sostanze Lord Finesse
Semplicizza, masterizza, vai di Rizzla, che se metto su i Bott Camp Click ci vuole la mista
Purezza della droga, è il jazz che si dopa, la pesantezza del tabacco, è il fat beat che ti rintraccio
Lo sai, non puoi fermare il nostro movimento, solido come il cemento, (stammi bene) Luchris ti vedo contento
-----> ay yo up my artistry target me thats hard too see punchlines got the farthest reach leaven broken shards of teeth thinkin you on par wit me .
quick bars /thumbs up if you lieked=p
REAL SHIT RIGHT HERE...FUCK TRAP BEATS!!
skinny P LOL
decade was the nineties
the gear was loose
some many OG's
Tim's were the shoes
listening to Notorious
OGC and some Pac
gangin' in Brooklin
and slingin' some rock
sippin' Chrystal
yo I never be frontin
cops call my mistah
you it's not for nothin
@jadakiss
The best hip hop under ground the Terminator Matrix Marine Messiah Jesus knowledge is not a branch it's the tree trunk of the scorce of brian force Francisco Jesus Andrade platoon3098 Bronx