Decent pens craft a beat with the wind/ If shit was sweet, we'd all be weak in the end/ S'why I treat the beat like a piece of my skin/ Feed and be friends/ you gonna need'em when the demons get in/ The beats will never leave you and the deeper they blend/ You'll hear voices in between'em, some evil and some kin/ Let nothing false deceive you, not even a small jinn... spit, turning my adams apple to sauce, i can only imagine, how you a react to my cough// I admit my kilter is shifted so my balance is off, you can never level me over with these amethyst thoughts// I'm crafty...answer the questions and adapt to the spark, I counteract the enchantment and attach to the dark// cosmological scholars honor and address it as such, my mental capacity measured indirect to the flux Had the gas pedal on the damn floor stuck, Then rammed into the back of a transport truck, Understand your luck is a product of karma, Whether it penetrates take a shot at my armour. ...It's divine intervention. Cause it's not time for my final ascension, My mind's a rhyme generator combined with an engine, In the plane I flew the coop but you stupid chickens are fenced in, Ten spins of the torque gun, I'm twisted, But I had a screw loose, who could resist it? Like pullin a loose tooth, yo look at this kid, Ties up the fishing line, slams the door and rips it. Don't you even flinch bitch, don't you move a muscle, I'll slap her with my limp dick while she try'na cuddle. ...I ain't subtle with the metaphors, Maybe that's why they like my shit instead of yours.
My lyrics are on course but corse Stomp on the inept with force of a horse Yours is yours Heres my main course Shoot liquified metal into your veins Till it pours out of ya pores Sit still Stay While i finish my corn Now its embedded,ya hard headed Flipped ya triple seven to six six six Now ya far from heaven Should of emptied the full clip But the news was on at 11 Damn son...ya name was never mentioned Dead six feet,every body will forget him
Ayo I’m spatially gone Got goons at sea, my navy be strong I’ll be wavy so long I eat salmon with Cajun Dijon Guns like oranges, they freshly squeezed Bandana around my mouth like I’m waiting for the next disease Need that Philly steak with some extra cheese Thank god for this thug and who I’m blessed to be Got that cold sting, my shells laced with peppermint breeze Wisdom is key when this government got you imprisoned for free Hang the snitch like in Scarface when ya doing business with me My power internal, welcome to the physics of chi It’s elemental just play ya role Got no direction cause the case is cold Ramzan Kadyrov, my political ace in the hole My rhymes legendary like Tutankhamon and his ancient scrolls Got a black G wagon just so I can pave the roads It’s never a thought, I pull triggers on a daily basis My pockets fat like My 300 pound life while yours flat like Asian faces
The block reflects a cannon fodder's flop Every call back's enigmatic You had to have been there to get it My circumventions have to have substance The past iterations recorded are all fluid The sole purpose of liquidation ls to be even steven with everyone that invested You can get got if you want it What a tragic ending
Repost from a year ago: ...i spit, turning my atoms apple to sauce, i can only imagine, how you a react to my cough// I admit my kilter is shifted so my balance is off, you can never level me over with these amethyst thoughts// I'm crafty...answer the questions and adapt to the spark, I counteract the enchantment and attach to the dark// cosmological scholars honor and address it as such, my mental capacity measured indirect to the flux// Lyricists understand the bars above; rappers, you'll get it one day -PSYNE-
Decent pens craft a beat with the wind/ If shit was sweet, we'd all be weak in the end/ S'why I treat the beat like a piece of my skin/ Feed and be friends/ you gonna need'em when the demons get in/ The beats will never leave you and the deeper they blend/ You'll hear voices in between'em, some evil and some kin/ Let nothing false deceive you, not even a small jinn...
This that nickel and dime Just a spark to ignite My hungry people to thrive For money makin It's time Ill take a fall just to rise Aint no way you gone stop MY money made in this life
Ayoo..... From tha MID WEST, where the snow blows like Tony mantana, the only songs we got are, those of guitar lonely and hearted// Where bone even started the quick slang, don't-even-pardon-my-slick-way...of makin a brick pay the fam's rent in a quick way// The sick phrase passin through dendrites, the neurotransmitters emits waves influences the next days and infects brains// Unless the neck pains, wets my intest-aints(intestines) Ingesting the next line, finally the BEST DAY,// Of my life !
I was sickened Wicked ways Pistol grip with stains Those who prayed that they'd be saved Fell before my blade Or the rifle crack Or the knife attack No striking back Just the rolling thunder And my foes asunder I assure the others With the sword I slumber Swinging Door and shutters Dead before he utters The curse I am encumbered The hearse arrived my time was numbered Rehearse the crime uncovered My worst this time discovered They find my bones, recovered Amongst the ruins Under amber moon the incantation The scroll and revelation The story I was chasing And the script in blood I had written some... And fell before the writ was done... Crippled In the crypt, You crept within to find To claim as yours, was mine, I say you lack the spine To wrest from wreckage That which I affected Which I found effective Which I know as weapon Knowledge and conception Power and its method The coward of deception Lowly Victor and his spoils And quick the serpent coiled Description of the foil Existing in the soil and The sky above us boiled With the fog of envy I had swallowed many Who had come before Yet I had hungered more Not sufficed of plenty I place Myself someplace between The darkness I imagine and the hatred that I've seen Seek the knife And scream And i grasp And I slice and gash Till I siphon cash Or the titan pass Or the tyrant gasp As I stab and turn Or the rifle churn The guts and offal Bitch I'm twice as awful I will spit a jawful Of vitriolic acid And snicker as I'm slashing The Flicker of your passing Quicker than a flashing A summer scene Of suffering As such would seem A subtlety To Satan's summoning It's this prayer I whisper While I paint the picture With the brush of pain Before I succumb again...
I can read the room again I can smell the fumes again I can taste the bullshit no offence You don't ride for your friends You only take from your ends People trying to live the life of a g But forgot there common sense at home My time to spit rhymes on this beat and proceed to kill it like Al capone To many bitches in the game of Queens and Kings and bishops My punchlines define physics Guess im to gifted Going round from round Like sylvester stallone
@@jay13482nah dunny Round here in harlem Ain't nothing sunny Wet ya up Opposite of funny Slang bricks Giving bitches dick While they mans at work then Split the money three ways Emcees get slayed Techs going this way and that way Recoil is off Not my aim All that's left is blood stains No trace to the guns Plus the cops are lazy on Wednesdays Fucking tempt me...
"Open mind for the vacancy to see where the cypher's taking me" its just a function of that fact I'm the truth in the rap never trapped never packed a gat I'm black born in Detroit west side use to think my pride was my best side that I had to revise to look in the mirror and see Christ's eye invention as the intervention divine flip it back for the name of the track im a flame in the crack of the dark in the hood where pain punishes I'm the sane money shit put dollars on my sanity for anarchy camera bred for the red carpet great artist when they on they money shit I stay on my humble shit feel the beat like I'm under it im wondering if the lightening that I'm thundering will transmit to other men other women or will it be just me and my cypher's infinity Guess I'll wait and see, open mind for the vacancy to see where the cypher's taking me....... "I'll wait and see, open mind for the vacancy to see where the cypher's taking me" X3
I've got sunshine, sunswag, backpacked, packed swag, gonna keep traveling, cus obviously, people behind me are mad at me, but Imma keep smile, stay fly, gravity? Nah, you can't see me while I'm soaring with kites Playing around, like I was a child again Serious shit, my friends before aren't my fellow friends anymore But Imma keep making scores, horizon's my goal, the truth is what's untold But I'm the new shit, I'm your lyrical kit, I'm the one making your heart beat.
It's the west coast, where we blow the best dro. Honestly no other state or country can even come close so step aside to the 95% without a third eye. If you living life relying on thin ice then boy you best prepare to sink. Cuz when it comes to enemies, I always deploy and never blink. I'm like leeeeroyy jenkins in the rink, I'll straight break your ankles and gank the label you in.
salivate for nutrients-spookin them-puke nuclear nukes and dance-few can sand-rock soft crushed with the truthful man-booth expands-fuse askew rules with chance-meaning i do get amped-ape banana branch-swing like a doobie smoked by jazz's newest band-confuse and confound new ground of land-unbound crowned and found the plan-utter uttered word to mothers-belong amongst the alpha brothers-shoulders hover-back spinally unrolled with scrolls uncovered-hold souls and slow rebuttals-yo im shuttered-
So take a second, take a moment, take a minute, Get a dope ass beat, find the rhythm, hop up in it, I like to speak about life as I see it, A fat sack of the dank herb, yes I breathe it, Like everyday, I wan't it, I need it, Smoke it 'till it's gone kid, b'cuz that's when we're leaving, It's really nice to smoke some good bud when you're feinding, Ya at the moment I think that's exactly what I am needing, Some Cali Kush, West Coast O.G., or Sour Deisel, I'm startin' to run low, gotta go, go
My rhymes are mental The type of shit you nod your head to Like heavy metal Not some type of shit you go to bed to It might upset you You may start to think I'm out to get you Well I intend to Everything else, coincidental Go get who sent you Tell em Fuck, that shit's just way too stressful And be suggestful Advise him of the shit you went through That's if I let you You may not see the chance to get to I will correct you At the slightest sign of disrespectful they'll come collect you neglect you somewhere confidential because I said to you ain't hard, let's keep it simple
gazuntite gods blessin the mic look at me cross get crucified oh christ hes nice on this instrumental devine clark cent in a suit n tie giving complements nd advice SUPER nice illuminated forms of communication in the booth causing hallucinations no shrooms 🍄
estephan tovar Ya ryhmes are whack, come round here and you gonna get smacked. Get the hell outta here with that wack ass rhyme, ain't nobody got time.
lyrically am hard-core, & always do ma duty to supervise ma own plane, sic o God, y is this kid, oh so vicious// with his Caine, still committing this suhrban verbal necromancy// its like the inner membrane is his own agency, spitting raw truth that's neva been before recorded in any booth, oh such fragile surgical thoughts, if only u knew where all the knots in this woven threads stay..
It's an ALC thing, Hip Hop stand up! I fucked around on this beat, it was my first innanet release, go talk shit on it... Xpliss - The Style is Free...
Egotistic those words from my momma, but Nasir steered my career so I'm honoured, concious consience pull words like Darwin, dangerous targets get put down, I'm harming, spam the section with comma's, can evoke a response quick, duckdown the realness, so real we make you sick quick, spit heavy embrace the art, Morgan Freeman style statement's from the city car, this the art of war, an I'm used to the label's, true MC, craft cause problems with cable, ain't no I in we, the team able, we behind ab's, still stomach the tables.
New Alchemist x A.T. audio project release date Friday the 13th titled "Love & Soul" its gonna be epic!!! for more info Google: ATmadethebeat Love & Soul
Yeah i'm From The European Section/ This Verse right here (ha)/ My Divine intervention/ Branded By the game with no "French connection"/ My Crew Move Contra-"band" in "one direction"/ "Simon" Says yes/ No/ Simon says no/ You ain't got that X-factor/ So/Don't go/ thinking your Astro-Nomical/ You niggas just kids with these bars/ So don't find it ridiculous (riddick) when I say I'm a chronicle #Riddlerrr
but bro, lol it already had dislikes. :p have to make a sacrifice to let them know not to do it next time!!! i hate seeing great shit get dislikes from trolls
I spit the shit that's so divine I make this shit nasty,you can call me the behind I swarm and attack the crap rappers, call me the beehive All you couldn't pit me out with any kind of alkaline Acid man, I'll burn right through your hand I'll knock 'em right off their little podium stand Not with money, hell, I've never had a grand But I'll show you the history of pain with the back of my hand
its time for the divine lyrical intervention in rap it cost to be the bost i payed my dues with wisdom listen if you with em rythem from the vision from the ears and the heart men from the boys seperate me apart your a man among boys but im a soldier among men they said not to spit the truth but im already in they said go to hell i said i already been i geuss i was lying but only to them Im running the world they running the mouths but thats what rap is situation hipoCRITICAL OUT
...i spit, turning my adams apple to sauce, i can only imagine, how you a react to my cough// I admit my kilter is shifted so my balance is off, you can never level me over with these amethyst thoughts// I'm crafty...answer the questions and adapt to the spark, I counteract the enchantment and attach to the dark// cosmological scholars honor and address it as such, my mental capacity measured indirect to the flux// Lyricists understand the bars above; rappers, you'll get it one day -PSYNE-
this be that divine flow / hail mary/ araon rogers tho/ peep it boy / got more bars/ then leno got cars/ yall stuck in park/ ive been speeding since the start/ while you niggahs were tieing your laces/ i was switching my paces/ dont even know what 2nd place is/ i aint a killer but the sample made me do it/ sweet sampling / got a niggah online rabbi-ling/ this hard?/i agree/ new to this shit/ so im making baby faces/ gotta stop now cuz im running out of spaces -JayFlow ( illest metaphors)
fascicle math skill rap at will brash feel when im slowing the time-acid reflux spicy food for thought hendrix lsd blowing the mind-keep it coming-i keep the buzzing-who dat cat with new rap who slew dat cat-chose rap fuse and adapt to any launch pad-get it-non written-its all cyphered in milli seconds-illest weapon-the mind is-find it-arrangement math oscillating new changes-liquid metal-mercury-work mc feeling brainless-no mind flow rhyme from the navel thats connects to the planes of spit-
ayo listen up this divine intervention, space traveling, i lost my mind in dimensions, i'm finding the tension, day n night, ima make em pay the price kinda like they signing a pension!!! put a couple bullets from the 9 in ya henchman, got some wires of C-4 just lyin' in ya engine!! BOOM!!! bitch i'll blow you to smithereens, get ya team, best equip the beam, clique look like Marines, gripping M-16s stepping on the scene, whips be extra clean, sippin lean while i'm hittin green
Alchemist is a legend.
hands down
alchemist is the best producer of his generation. no one even comes.
9th wonder .......
Dominick Thompson he is probably better than Dilla.
To me he is better than everybody you named expect Dilla and a prime premo.
You have probably never heard of Immexbeatz too :v
Immexbeatz I will check you out. See if you have something for me too.
One of the greatest hip hop beat makers keep going Alc!!!!
Decent pens craft a beat with the wind/
If shit was sweet, we'd all be weak in the end/
S'why I treat the beat like a piece of my skin/
Feed and be friends/
you gonna need'em when the demons get in/
The beats will never leave you and the deeper they blend/
You'll hear voices in between'em, some evil and some kin/
Let nothing false deceive you, not even a small jinn...
spit, turning my adams apple to sauce, i can only imagine, how you a react to my cough// I admit my kilter is shifted so my balance is off, you can never level me over with these amethyst thoughts// I'm crafty...answer the questions and adapt to the spark, I counteract the enchantment and attach to the dark// cosmological scholars honor and address it as such, my mental capacity measured indirect to the flux
Had the gas pedal on the damn floor stuck,
Then rammed into the back of a transport truck,
Understand your luck is a product of karma,
Whether it penetrates take a shot at my armour.
...It's divine intervention.
Cause it's not time for my final ascension,
My mind's a rhyme generator combined with an engine,
In the plane I flew the coop but you stupid chickens are fenced in,
Ten spins of the torque gun, I'm twisted,
But I had a screw loose, who could resist it?
Like pullin a loose tooth, yo look at this kid,
Ties up the fishing line, slams the door and rips it.
Don't you even flinch bitch, don't you move a muscle,
I'll slap her with my limp dick while she try'na cuddle.
...I ain't subtle with the metaphors,
Maybe that's why they like my shit instead of yours.
Talk heavvyyyy
My lyrics are on course but corse
Stomp on the inept with force of a horse
Yours is yours
Heres my main course
Shoot liquified metal into your veins
Till it pours out of ya pores
Sit still
Stay
While i finish my corn
Now its embedded,ya hard headed
Flipped ya triple seven to six six six
Now ya far from heaven
Should of emptied the full clip
But the news was on at 11
Damn son...ya name was never mentioned
Dead six feet,every body will forget him
chillin to beats all day keeps me sane, no joke my ears need a break.
now that is what you call rap , bars ,flow lyricism all perfect
the different samples and sounds come together to make something special.
Ayo
I’m spatially gone
Got goons at sea, my navy be strong
I’ll be wavy so long I eat salmon with Cajun Dijon
Guns like oranges, they freshly squeezed
Bandana around my mouth like I’m waiting for the next disease
Need that Philly steak with some extra cheese
Thank god for this thug and who I’m blessed to be
Got that cold sting, my shells laced with peppermint breeze
Wisdom is key when this government got you imprisoned for free
Hang the snitch like in Scarface when ya doing business with me
My power internal, welcome to the physics of chi
It’s elemental just play ya role
Got no direction cause the case is cold
Ramzan Kadyrov, my political ace in the hole
My rhymes legendary like Tutankhamon and his ancient scrolls
Got a black G wagon just so I can pave the roads
It’s never a thought, I pull triggers on a daily basis
My pockets fat like My 300 pound life while yours flat like Asian faces
I cant even write to this shit..I HAVE to go off the dome! the energy I feel in this is unbelievable. I'll body every rapper on this.
The block reflects a cannon fodder's flop
Every call back's enigmatic
You had to have been there to get it
My circumventions have to have substance
The past iterations recorded are all fluid
The sole purpose of liquidation
ls to be even steven with everyone that invested
You can get got if you want it
What a tragic ending
Al is briliant. Fuel for the fire.
Repost from a year ago: ...i spit, turning my atoms apple to sauce, i can only imagine, how you a react to my cough// I admit my kilter is shifted so my balance is off, you can never level me over with these amethyst thoughts// I'm crafty...answer the questions and adapt to the spark, I counteract the enchantment and attach to the dark// cosmological scholars honor and address it as such, my mental capacity measured indirect to the flux// Lyricists understand the bars above; rappers, you'll get it one day -PSYNE-
Fucking killed it man , i spit it to myself and it sounded dope. I feel that .
Steve keryluk Thanks man; gotta sharpen your darts consistently. Keep the pen employed.
enyskept rubbish be quiet
Fire
Decent pens craft a beat with the wind/
If shit was sweet, we'd all be weak in the end/
S'why I treat the beat like a piece of my skin/
Feed and be friends/
you gonna need'em when the demons get in/
The beats will never leave you and the deeper they blend/
You'll hear voices in between'em, some evil and some kin/
Let nothing false deceive you, not even a small jinn...
look above u
I see what you did there 😂
This that nickel and dime
Just a spark to ignite
My hungry people to thrive
For money makin It's time
Ill take a fall just to rise
Aint no way you gone stop
MY money made in this life
This beat is nastyyyyyyyyyyy. Love it
nice ending. real smooth.
the creativity is so crazy i love this shit wtf yoo
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dis man dis fire ball man jah him beats are to sick jed wayzzzz
Dope! But why do cats type their lyrics below? Everyone can write rhymes, its the way u spitt it.
Definitely bro...I ain't done it ever!. Can't let others take my inspiration for their own creation.
Have seen some dope lyrics over time though..
BE A POET DUMBASS!
8KILLSTEP not all poets can rap
jazzoj5 only The TRUEST ONE DUMBASS2
deadass lmao it's like we dont even know your flow bruh posting your lyrics is a waste of time. make a video if anything
I can imagine Prodigy going in on this beat for some reason.
ghostface
This one of them beats you just can't buy, too ill for words even though there's one emcee meant to bless it divine
Holy Canoli,My Oh My speakers are on Fuego mane
Ayoo..... From tha MID WEST, where the snow blows like Tony mantana, the only songs we got are, those of guitar lonely and hearted// Where bone even started the quick slang, don't-even-pardon-my-slick-way...of makin a brick pay the fam's rent in a quick way// The sick phrase passin through dendrites, the neurotransmitters emits waves influences the next days and infects brains// Unless the neck pains, wets my intest-aints(intestines) Ingesting the next line, finally the BEST DAY,// Of my life !
Oh my 🤦🏾♂️🔥🔥🔥🔥
I was sickened
Wicked ways
Pistol grip with stains
Those who prayed that they'd be saved
Fell before my blade
Or the rifle crack
Or the knife attack
No striking back
Just the rolling thunder
And my foes asunder
I assure the others
With the sword I slumber
Swinging
Door and shutters
Dead before he utters
The curse I am encumbered
The hearse arrived my time was numbered
Rehearse the crime uncovered
My worst this time discovered
They find my bones, recovered
Amongst the ruins
Under amber moon the incantation
The scroll and revelation
The story I was chasing
And the script in blood
I had written some...
And fell before the writ was done...
Crippled In the crypt,
You crept within to find
To claim as yours, was mine,
I say you lack the spine
To wrest from wreckage
That which I affected
Which I found effective
Which I know as weapon
Knowledge and conception
Power and its method
The coward of deception
Lowly Victor and his spoils
And quick the serpent coiled
Description of the foil
Existing in the soil and
The sky above us boiled
With the fog of envy
I had swallowed many
Who had come before
Yet I had hungered more
Not sufficed of plenty
I place Myself someplace between
The darkness I imagine and the hatred that I've seen
Seek the knife And scream
And i grasp
And I slice and gash
Till I siphon cash
Or the titan pass
Or the tyrant gasp
As I stab and turn
Or the rifle churn
The guts and offal
Bitch I'm twice as awful
I will spit a jawful
Of vitriolic acid
And snicker as I'm slashing
The Flicker of your passing
Quicker than a flashing
A summer scene
Of suffering
As such would seem
A subtlety
To Satan's summoning
It's this prayer I whisper
While I paint the picture
With the brush of pain
Before I succumb again...
I can read the room again
I can smell the fumes again
I can taste the bullshit no offence
You don't ride for your friends
You only take from your ends
People trying to live the life of a g
But forgot there common sense at home
My time to spit rhymes on this beat and proceed to kill it like Al capone
To many bitches in the game of Queens and Kings and bishops
My punchlines define physics
Guess im to gifted
Going round from round
Like sylvester stallone
@@jay13482nah dunny
Round here in harlem
Ain't nothing sunny
Wet ya up
Opposite of funny
Slang bricks
Giving bitches dick
While they mans at work then
Split the money three ways
Emcees get slayed
Techs going this way and that way
Recoil is off
Not my aim
All that's left is blood stains
No trace to the guns
Plus the cops are lazy on Wednesdays
Fucking tempt me...
2020 jet sound effect still fresh
YEAH MAN PROPA TINGZ LONG LIVE HIPHOP, NUFF RESPECT ALCHEMIST, PEACE
"Open mind for the vacancy to see where the cypher's taking me"
its just a function of that fact I'm the truth in the rap
never trapped never packed a gat I'm black
born in Detroit west side use to think my pride was my best side
that I had to revise to look in the mirror and see Christ's eye
invention as the intervention divine
flip it back for the name of the track
im a flame in the crack of the dark in the hood where pain punishes
I'm the sane money shit
put dollars on my sanity for anarchy
camera bred for the red carpet
great artist when they on they money shit
I stay on my humble shit feel the beat like I'm under it
im wondering if the lightening that I'm thundering
will transmit to other men
other women
or will it be just me and my cypher's infinity
Guess I'll wait and see, open mind for the vacancy to see where the cypher's taking me.......
"I'll wait and see, open mind for the vacancy to see where the cypher's taking me" X3
'
It's been hell on earth,
And I don't mean hyperbolic interactions,
___,
'
I've got sunshine, sunswag, backpacked, packed swag,
gonna keep traveling, cus obviously,
people behind me are mad at me, but Imma keep smile, stay fly, gravity?
Nah, you can't see me while I'm soaring with kites
Playing around, like I was a child again
Serious shit, my friends before aren't my fellow friends anymore
But Imma keep making scores, horizon's my goal, the truth is what's untold
But I'm the new shit, I'm your lyrical kit, I'm the one making your heart beat.
'
Baka,
___,
I'm bound to make a Gawd,
Lead the living ___,
'
how have i not heard this banger before?
I love it!
It's the west coast, where we blow the best dro. Honestly no other state or country can even come close so step aside to the 95% without a third eye. If you living life relying on thin ice then boy you best prepare to sink. Cuz when it comes to enemies, I always deploy and never blink. I'm like leeeeroyy jenkins in the rink, I'll straight break your ankles and gank the label you in.
I love to practice my freestylin ability with these old school fuckin beats!
salivate for nutrients-spookin them-puke nuclear nukes and dance-few can sand-rock soft crushed with the truthful man-booth expands-fuse askew rules with chance-meaning i do get amped-ape banana branch-swing like a doobie smoked by jazz's newest band-confuse and confound new ground of land-unbound crowned and found the plan-utter uttered word to mothers-belong amongst the alpha brothers-shoulders hover-back spinally unrolled with scrolls uncovered-hold souls and slow rebuttals-yo im shuttered-
ARE THE BEST BEATS OMG
Wait till you hear mine
fuck, fuck, fuck, this is the matherfuck beat I LIKE THIS.
YOU ARE A GOOD PRODUCER MAN!!!!!!
Wow I like this beat!!
That shit was nice. I like that.
WORLD CHAMPION.
This is sick
2022 capão sozinho em casa chuva fazendo poesia em cima do seu bit gringo
So take a second, take a moment, take a minute,
Get a dope ass beat, find the rhythm, hop up in it,
I like to speak about life as I see it,
A fat sack of the dank herb, yes I breathe it,
Like everyday, I wan't it, I need it,
Smoke it 'till it's gone kid, b'cuz that's when we're leaving,
It's really nice to smoke some good bud when you're feinding,
Ya at the moment I think that's exactly what I am needing,
Some Cali Kush, West Coast O.G., or Sour Deisel,
I'm startin' to run low, gotta go, go
Bodied
Raw shit
dudes a genius
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Deeaaaaaaammmnnnnnnnnnnn. Crazy Shieet.
My rhymes are mental
The type of shit you nod your head to
Like heavy metal
Not some type of shit you go to bed to
It might upset you
You may start to think I'm out to get you
Well I intend to
Everything else, coincidental
Go get who sent you
Tell em Fuck, that shit's just way too stressful
And be suggestful
Advise him of the shit you went through
That's if I let you
You may not see the chance to get to
I will correct you
At the slightest sign of disrespectful
they'll come collect you
neglect you somewhere confidential
because I said to
you ain't hard, let's keep it simple
UUUUHHH THOSE SAMPLES!!!! AAAAAUUUUUU!!!! GOT MY NECK HURTIN, CHEEAA!!! 🛀
I’ll show you the west side respect of Pennsylvania with me being north side
Does TH-cam allow short audio tracks?
we were some idiots to like your comment but atleast we got the message out
Sounds just a little bit like " IN THE HOUSE AGAIN" back again
Kosaaaaa!!shaolin!!
yo that was tight
💯💎💯
ŠAOLIN KOSA!
gazuntite
gods blessin the mic
look at me cross
get crucified
oh christ hes nice
on this instrumental devine
clark cent in a suit n tie
giving complements nd advice SUPER nice
illuminated forms of communication
in the booth causing
hallucinations
no shrooms 🍄
Ya rhymes are wack
+sharpemang one love. one light. tru hip hop. who are you to judge? look at yourself before you look at others. 💤💤💤💤.
+sharpemang one love. one light. tru hip hop. who are you to judge? look at yourself before you look at others. 💤💤💤💤.
estephan tovar Ya ryhmes are whack, come round here and you gonna get smacked. Get the hell outta here with that wack ass rhyme, ain't nobody got time.
+sharpemang lol are you a child?? learn some double rhyme scheme or multisyllabics. lmfao. your dripping with wakk juice and you cant get it off.
lyrically am hard-core, & always do ma duty to supervise ma own plane, sic o God, y is this kid, oh so vicious//
with his Caine, still committing this suhrban verbal necromancy// its like the inner membrane is his own agency, spitting raw truth that's neva been before recorded in any booth, oh such fragile surgical thoughts, if only u knew where all the knots in this woven threads stay..
It's an ALC thing, Hip Hop stand up!
I fucked around on this beat, it was my first innanet release, go talk shit on it...
Xpliss - The Style is Free...
This sounds like a redone version of Back Again by Dialated Peoples!!! I love it though!!
This beat tho!!! #dayum
Our Boy Al!!!
I fuck with that! dope shit. Make something of it.
Egotistic those words from my momma, but Nasir steered my career so I'm honoured, concious consience pull words like Darwin, dangerous targets get put down, I'm harming, spam the section with comma's, can evoke a response quick, duckdown the realness, so real we make you sick quick, spit heavy embrace the art, Morgan Freeman style statement's from the city car, this the art of war, an I'm used to the label's, true MC, craft cause problems with cable, ain't no I in we, the team able, we behind ab's, still stomach the tables.
I can already picture ya flow
nice
A C T I V E
OH MY GOD!!!!!
1.Big Pun
2.Ras Kas
3.Tu-pac
4.Biggie
5.Nas
New Alchemist x A.T. audio project
release date Friday the 13th
titled "Love & Soul" its gonna be epic!!!
for more info
Google: ATmadethebeat Love & Soul
Yeah i'm From The European Section/
This Verse right here (ha)/
My Divine intervention/
Branded By the game with no "French connection"/
My Crew Move Contra-"band" in "one direction"/
"Simon" Says yes/ No/ Simon says no/
You ain't got that X-factor/
So/Don't go/ thinking your Astro-Nomical/
You niggas just kids with these bars/
So don't find it ridiculous (riddick)
when I say I'm a chronicle
#Riddlerrr
@dynamona - we both must have great taste ;)
but bro, lol it already had dislikes. :p have to make a sacrifice to let them know not to do it next time!!! i hate seeing great shit get dislikes from trolls
Thanks Bro used the beat....Alchemist dopeAF keep em comin!!!!
People check out our track!!!!
Can’t make shit like this with keyboards 🔥🔥🔥
Hey guys I'm not a rapper but I decided to make one just for fun. Check it out it's in the video responses.
dope aaaaaaaaaass beat
I spit the shit that's so divine
I make this shit nasty,you can call me the behind
I swarm and attack the crap rappers, call me the beehive
All you couldn't pit me out with any kind of alkaline
Acid man, I'll burn right through your hand
I'll knock 'em right off their little podium stand
Not with money, hell, I've never had a grand
But I'll show you the history of pain with the back of my hand
dope beat
I strangely crave apple sauce all of the sudden. I'm off to the store I guess...
crazy!!!!!!!
its time
for the divine lyrical intervention
in rap it cost to be the bost i payed
my dues with wisdom
listen if you with em
rythem from the vision
from the ears and the heart
men from the boys seperate me apart
your a man among boys
but im a soldier among men
they said not to spit the truth but im already in
they said go to hell i said i already been
i geuss i was lying but only to them
Im running the world they running the mouths
but thats what rap is
situation hipoCRITICAL OUT
...i spit, turning my adams apple to sauce, i can only imagine, how you a react to my cough//
I admit my kilter is shifted so my balance is off, you can never level me over with these amethyst thoughts//
I'm crafty...answer the questions and adapt to the spark, I counteract the enchantment and attach to the dark//
cosmological scholars honor and address it as such, my mental capacity measured indirect to the flux//
Lyricists understand the bars above; rappers, you'll get it one day -PSYNE-
Dope!!!
straight fire...dont play this through your shitty laptop speakers and get the wrong idea
charles hamilton kills this beat !!
this be that divine flow / hail mary/ araon rogers tho/ peep it boy / got more bars/ then leno got cars/ yall stuck in park/ ive been speeding since the start/ while you niggahs were tieing your laces/ i was switching my paces/ dont even know what 2nd place is/ i aint a killer but the sample made me do it/ sweet sampling / got a niggah online rabbi-ling/ this hard?/i agree/ new to this shit/ so im making baby faces/ gotta stop now cuz im running out of spaces -JayFlow ( illest metaphors)
ALC IS SIK !!!!!
Dope
U made them go to dislike !!! ;o
whtas the obi song name over this beat?
Anyone know the brand of the sweater
fascicle math skill rap at will brash feel when im slowing the time-acid reflux spicy food for thought hendrix lsd blowing the mind-keep it coming-i keep the buzzing-who dat cat with new rap who slew dat cat-chose rap fuse and adapt to any launch pad-get it-non written-its all cyphered in milli seconds-illest weapon-the mind is-find it-arrangement math oscillating new changes-liquid metal-mercury-work mc feeling brainless-no mind flow rhyme from the navel thats connects to the planes of spit-
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Or if you can't find it there it's on my channel. Any comments or criticism is greatly appreciated!
dope!
ayo listen up this divine intervention, space traveling, i lost my mind in dimensions, i'm finding the tension, day n night, ima make em pay the price kinda like they signing a pension!!! put a couple bullets from the 9 in ya henchman, got some wires of C-4 just lyin' in ya engine!! BOOM!!! bitch i'll blow you to smithereens, get ya team, best equip the beam, clique look like Marines, gripping M-16s stepping on the scene, whips be extra clean, sippin lean while i'm hittin green
.................and get a re-fill.
that's right son, puttin' it down for the true smokers.
lemme no what u think, haters included.
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