This Is an example of you dont need thousands of percussions here and there, and tens of instruments to make your beat sound sick. man killed it with just drums and a piano and a melody.
It's amazing what you can make out of two one-second-long samples, four piano keys and heavy percussion. It's simple and to-the-point, but yet it's still hard-hitting. Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to be that way, and this is one of those times. Hell, the beat didn't even have bass in it.
Hip hop has always had pop and hardcore rappers and groups. Even LL has Pop songs; I need love, etc. But they're still dope. Good rap is good rap and bad rap is just... Bad.
Good news. Maybe you're not rappers and that's okay. However, you are freestylers. We freestyle everyday, whenever we have unexpected verbal interactions with others. Give it a try. You might discover you're far more talented than you believe. Won't lose anything by trying, but so much can be at stake if you don't try. Peace and Blessings.
for the past few days now ive had this beat on repeat, i freestyled to it, however i just let it play, this beat is slowly becoming my fave beat of all time
In my hood, I stay away from funny Volvos with antennas. As a beef setteler, I got 38. revolvers and Berettas. AND etcetera, you dont wanna mess with the local gunrunner. My mobile 's got antisocial phone numbers, fit for massacres. So when I dial up a plumber, I dont have a can with ruptures. I only got a plan involving abductions and illegal substances. The key thing now is to lay of the map, grow eyes on my back. And cop more Heaters 'fore I'd a get Iced with my own Mac.
I put it down 4 da crown like big poppa/9-5 shit..spittin like a rim rocker/Tony k legendary like John cochran/I'm o.j. wit da murder that I spit proper/now give me back my shit,let's get da party poppin/body shots 2 ya frame like Bernard hopkins/I got stones on my hand like ya boy Duran/take a peek nice n slow like a usher fan/it's all eyes on me like the summer jam/a outcast,wit da big boys breakin rules/I told these fools I murder ink(inc)like Ja rule/u Betta get it thru ya head like shampoo/and my condition ER wen I'm in da booth
This is the type shit you listenin too on a late night when u loadin up ya pistol while drivin around lookin for the nigga u bout to hit da fuck up kinda shit
ayo this beat already older than half my age first I laid it to rest comeback and piss on its grave im giving out flames when ever a beat on wack rappers narcoleptic just somethin to sleep on handin out shots mustve been bartendin blowin up proverbial spots when bars spittin probably think I own a lot how many cars driven tryin act hard you get scars stitches playin with a full deck ya got cards missin Hope yall isnt snitchin as a auxulliary We have to put ya lites out no utilities
I was Born and raised down in South ko. Flying east side to west side end up In West o. Talking shit? Come after me. Don’t be scared, Ill be hanging with my ak. Okay my Baby will sway away. Night when I rolled up on the street I heard gun shot busting loud, its a killing streak, I had to run faster than usain. im going insane, let’s drop couple grenades. Running like the renegade. Just wildin out I got the bullet passing through the door Fosho, let me tell my foes how I lay low, I got lines of five o’s fighting me toe to toe. This is my battle , taking shots of Hennessy bottles What’s the matter of building dirty stacks, I feel so whack, I’m getting broke, my pockets turning swole, my shit getting soaked, dig myself rock bottom. I’m having a major fucking problem. Slanging thc got me feeling crazy, silly naughty baby memory got me sleezy. Pop off the bottles, looking at young kids like I’m the next plug model. What’s the point of building up what I had when the life just falls back down to my head. Cops think I’m a menace to this society, Okay At least I’m not like lil yatchy pulling a fake I d. You better believe me, I can have whole crew showing up on your street. You don’t want beef with me? I could be hard, I could pull a card from living in stony brook Boulevard. I got my neighbor homie taking shot Of Bacardi, end up packing his 12 gauge shotty, Dear shorty, you don’t even know me, I can pull up next your soul, let my anger finish you. Crack the neck, slit the niggas back, stomp on his head. I came from long way from ground to build what I had. Then people look at me like I’m doing better than them. Shit makes me laugh, I ain’t dead, until god don’t support me with that bread. Give me a break, Sometime I wanna hide and give zero fucks. Pull out of the slug and get my drugs, this ain’t no luck, baby please this ain’t about us.
I could see Wu Tang on this shit. It just seems like a Wu Tang beat. When I listen to this beat I just think of a dark, stormy night in NYC in the middle of an alley.
2010 el regreso de los monstruos Caras de malos en los rostros Yo, Zatu vuelve a este terreno y dice Sueno como un trueno Te parto el tendón Si yo digo Zatu, tu dices Acción Yo, somos algunos hombres buenos Tesoros y Caras B es acero, no es polietileno Cuando este rollo se respeta Estoy rapeando al micro inventándome la letra Tu dime quién te cronometra A tu mierda de Street Album en mi calle lo llaman maqueta No es el estilo metralleta Soy el martillo, raperos con sus putos estilillos Quieren cuadrarte una canción y a duras penas Ese cabrón puede cuadrarte un estribillo Yo, yo tengo un nombre en el mundillo Búscame en el hotel, sigue las voces del pasillo Si ahora reniegas del abuelo ¿por que llamas a mi agencia pa hacernos de telonero? ------SFDK------
I shot ya, Am I a snitch if I’m the one wielding the weapon But as soon as I took the deal for these skills, I started telling I shot ya, These execs pay me well for my confession Incriminate myself on these songs with no discretion I shot ya, Then hid the Shotti, in a blue Mazaradi, -you got bodied, by somebody, who embodies all the qualities, -of a Marcus Garvey copy, that only lobbies for the party, -celebrating with Bacardi, gentrified in a Ferrari I took this gig then got Fox on the line I hit up Miss Thing like its "clobbering time" For the simps that believe that we brick by design We been fantastic for (Fantastic Four), a decade with these rhymes You seen the signs, but when your cargo this dope, you’re always late Jammed up like 5pm traffic, move and wait (moving weight) In this case, we expose industry fakes with bad habits In these projects there ain’t no flowers for these addicts (attics) Dynamics, that keep these industry elites awake at night Having vision, is always better than eyesight When their glares are that tight, they remind you who’s the best Unaware, their stares (stairs) help you climb to your success I shot ya .
Intro] Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn Representin' the, what, what Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life Stretch Armstrong Bring the noise, haha Clown-ass niggas (Yeah) You know how we get down [Verse 1] Uh, Roc-A-Fella's capo, unflappable Test my weight in the Apple Never a question of if, but when you gonna die like cattle Beef, I go at it so rugged, you swear, I love it Is that so, hard to learn? My burner give niggas permanent heart murmurs If that ain't reason for concern (woo!) My, crew endangers Estranged miscellaneous niggas Left in troubled waters like Greg Louganis Ain't nothin' touchin' from Brooklyn to Metuchen Or wherever the fuck you cats rest your head at, dead that The last time you seen us, niggas popped up in Beamers Shopped up in Neiman's, locked hip-hop up between us Squeamish rappers stay out of my space like Venus Or it's Soulshocker, Jigga Niggademus Murderous writin', not a word of it to your likin' Since we make you hate to love it like Prince 'Til a nigga feel straight like Bill Gates Or feel a mil'-eight, we gon' spill hate, in-fil-trate Die! It's your fate, realize the great Get your hardhats, professionals rockin', nigga, wait Timing's everything, everything that glitters ain't gold There's diamonds in every ring, what the fuck! In the driver's seat, nigga used to live in the back Muggsy Bogues style, now a nigga bigger than Shaq Crib in the Cat, skills, living phat Chickens that used to act ill Fuck y'all, I ain't forgivin' that (Fuck y'all!) A nigga bitter so, when a nigga hit you, believe (Ugh) I'm tryna hurt your stomach like ten thousand sit-ups (Yeah) Jigs, baby, what it is! Just as casual You blast for me, you better believe I blast for you Yeah! Anees “sun and moon” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified [Interlude] Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Every time, y'all (Roc-A-Fella, y'all) What, what, Jay-Z, huh (What, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all (Marcy) What, we rock on y'all, representin' the Yeah, yeah uh-huh (Let these niggas know) West Coast niggas, man Getting out of line, man Watch your step, haha Fuck around Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] Yo, react, biatch nigga Think they can fuck with the rich nigga Jigga, they can't touch ya Say y'all, we livin' like STNRs (?) You faggot niggas don't play yours, my team'll slay yours Naysayers, can't fuck around we lay yours With our hands up there, shit, I swear to God Since money's respected you know I had to get it Collect it like antiques, and let it stack Brrrrrrr, like that I mastered this fast shit, now I move on 'Cause too many bastards tried to get they groove on And now you see me jiggy, you puzzled He ain't sellin' no records, is he? That nigga gotta hustle Shit, you bet your guns, by any means, I get my ones You intervene, by any means, I get ya done For real
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this had gotta be in the top 5 beats of all time
10 years later from your comment... and still gotta be top 5 beats of all time!🔥🔥🔥
Indeed
@@shamzpachino4778 that 10 years make no difference all the top 5 beats are from the 90s in fact top 1000 beats are from the 90s
Facts!
No cap
This Is an example of you dont need thousands of percussions here and there, and tens of instruments to make your beat sound sick. man killed it with just drums and a piano and a melody.
Yes sir 1 of many
Simple but effective i feel the same way about flava in ya ear
that's what hip hop is about.
so true🤝👏👏👏
💯
I tear this beat down freestyle every time. One of the illest productions I've ever heard. Till this day. What?!
15 years later i’m now 32 and still bumpin this after a few bong rips
This Beat will never die!!!
Originally Trackmasters wanted to give this beat to Biggie but apparently Chris Lighty (RIP) had other plans for it :)
Aw I would've loved to hear him on this
That’s why he made who shit ya 🤔
@@Ydctheclan Yes the another version
It's amazing what you can make out of two one-second-long samples, four piano keys and heavy percussion. It's simple and to-the-point, but yet it's still hard-hitting. Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to be that way, and this is one of those times. Hell, the beat didn't even have bass in it.
Yo Trackmasters and LL came braken down the door wit this joint, When hip hop was Authentic and not poppish.........
Hip Hop is still authentic and not poppish at all, those fakes claimn they hip hop .. pff they aren't and won't ever be!! RIP P!
Hip hop has always had pop and hardcore rappers and groups. Even LL has Pop songs; I need love, etc. But they're still dope. Good rap is good rap and bad rap is just... Bad.
*breaking*
im not a rapper but everytime i hear this beat i wanna bust a freestyle 😂😂😂😂
Hiphophead1 My thoughts exactly.
Good news. Maybe you're not rappers and that's okay. However, you are freestylers. We freestyle everyday, whenever we have unexpected verbal interactions with others. Give it a try. You might discover you're far more talented than you believe. Won't lose anything by trying, but so much can be at stake if you don't try. Peace and Blessings.
@@jamesshaud6677 well thank you
I wanna do a spanglish freestyle on this beat. Coming baby
On Jesus sandals 😂
Amazing beat. Still sounds great.
The perfect cypher beat
Oh shit. Keith Murray is nice all day! One of my faves and underrated these days
Lyn Collins, put it on the line ❤. SALUTE THE SAMPLE
Grand Master Caz killed that freestyle with this beat.
FAX
"knuckle heads beware, there's mad tension in the air" - Fat Joe was bad ass back in the day....
this aint shit lmaooo, fat joe has never been a good rapper
@@jakesharma1159 Lean Back.
@@jakesharma1159 facts fat Joe is wack
@Marshall Mathers your dumb did lol
who i wish were on this song besides LLcool J..(Big L,Big Pun,Dmx)
+Spike NoLee DMX did a rap on this beat
lets get canibus on this
Spike NoLee x did this twice one dissin pac one wit ja
Ice Cube would murrder this one too
Biggie
The amount of freestyles on this beat 🔥
Probably one of, if not Tone and Poke's most famous track!!!
canibusnj not most famous but definitely their best
Searched for this for ages.
for the past few days now ive had this beat on repeat, i freestyled to it, however i just let it play, this beat is slowly becoming my fave beat of all time
Lynn Collins - Put It On The Line
I hear this track and think of that clip from one of KRS's albums where Big Daddy Kane took the mic and just murdered the beat on stage.
In my hood, I stay away from funny Volvos with antennas.
As a beef setteler, I got 38. revolvers and Berettas.
AND etcetera, you dont wanna mess with the local gunrunner.
My mobile 's got antisocial phone numbers, fit for massacres.
So when I dial up a plumber, I dont have a can with ruptures.
I only got a plan involving abductions and illegal substances.
The key thing now is to lay of the map, grow eyes on my back.
And cop more Heaters 'fore I'd a get Iced with my own Mac.
trackmasters this joint. RIP Prodigy.
This track still bangs!!!
Rza razor sharp with the beats and lyrics...ODB Ain't no father to his style! Doe Rae Wu World!!! ❤️
It's amazing how this beat sounds great in this day age (2022), ill
This sounds like a Wu Tang beat for real
Ghost would kill it
Gangster
Great beat!
Gangster
I love this
Excellent Flip. I looped this And Only wished that i coulda turned "Feels like i'm..." Into this type of Fire.
My co worker was playn this in da car and i was like oh shit he must know what type of beats i like 😆
Timeless 🔥
Mad Squablz murdered this beat
Mad Squbz - The Rise
Thank me later!
The song that introduced Foxy Brown to the world. Correct me if I'm wrong. 😂🤣
classic beat!
crazy great beat
Anthems for the soldiers of doom.✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾
Prodigy killed this shit , FOREVER ‘P’
Anyone can go Hard on this beat if they can't they are not Rappers!
great upload
this beat make you wanna fight someone
4real
it gets u heated and kinda mad for no reason
I put it down 4 da crown like big poppa/9-5 shit..spittin like a rim rocker/Tony k legendary like John cochran/I'm o.j. wit da murder that I spit proper/now give me back my shit,let's get da party poppin/body shots 2 ya frame like Bernard hopkins/I got stones on my hand like ya boy Duran/take a peek nice n slow like a usher fan/it's all eyes on me like the summer jam/a outcast,wit da big boys breakin rules/I told these fools I murder ink(inc)like Ja rule/u Betta get it thru ya head like shampoo/and my condition ER wen I'm in da booth
this beat was TOO grimey for ll.
appreciated homie.
🗣️🗣️"Get ya tapes ready!!!!!!!"
Freeway and Beans murked 🔥🔥 this beat
The original version is way better than the remixed ones I hear rappers putting out now a days
Im here because of the lord finesse freestyle.
In my mind This was the beat I was expecting Cole to rap over at Dreamville fest… damn
The hiphop unique voices like odb, buss and X could do some serious damage to this grimey XXs beat.. ah!!! Yo yo yo!!!
I bet most of us are a fan of someone that has spit a freestyle over this beat and don't even know it.
Grrrrr
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NICE!!!!
@GA27K same beat for who shot ya by biggie
Sounds like from gta 3 game radio
@HoodCoderManTHIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED THIS SHIT DISPLAYED. THIS SHIT IZ PURE INSANITY. I'MA HAVE TO WRITE THIS ONE DOWN.
L'entourage !
✌☮ to the God's and the one nation13 crew 🌐
This is the type shit you listenin too on a late night when u loadin up ya pistol while drivin around lookin for the nigga u bout to hit da fuck up kinda shit
ayo this beat already older than half my age
first I laid it to rest comeback and piss on its grave
im giving out flames when ever a beat on wack rappers narcoleptic
just somethin to sleep on
handin out shots mustve been bartendin blowin up proverbial spots when bars spittin probably think I own a lot how many cars driven
tryin act hard you get scars stitches
playin with a full deck ya got cards missin
Hope yall isnt snitchin
as a auxulliary We have to put ya lites out no utilities
Brooklyn!!!
the old 50 could be very raw on dis beat!!!
Were it not for James Brown/Lynn Collins/The JB's, this beat wouldn't exist
Were it not for James Brown Hip Hop as a whole might not exist
man!! and i thought this was havoc or Q Tip or Diamond d all this time..& its Tone & Poke?
clipse murdered this beat
This track is forever ill as fuck.
L'Entourage - Freestyle PDG (Phaal, Deen, Guizmo)
this beat is a must have im gonna spit some shit to this
@TheMCJ77 he did spit over this, unless ur referring to a pre Get rich or die tryin 50 ???
Bang! Bang!
yo dis beat go hard , can u send it 2 me
Isn't there a version where a girl sings in chorus? Something like "Oh New York, I've been " something like that.
off the top
play the notorious big who shot ya acapella to this your welcome!
Tory Lanez need to rap on this after he’s found innocent 🤣
That one who dislike this video must be Canibus, lol
can u put it on 320p ? plz , wanna make a song it in , but with 240p ,the song will have bad quality
NoCanDo vs Bliss
Scribble Jam 2007
Does this mean I can use this instrumental for myself?
I was Born and raised down in South ko.
Flying east side to west side end up In West o. Talking shit? Come after me. Don’t be scared, Ill be hanging with my ak. Okay my Baby will sway away.
Night when I rolled up on the street I heard gun shot busting loud, its a killing streak, I had to run faster than usain. im going insane, let’s drop couple grenades. Running like the renegade.
Just wildin out I got the bullet passing through the door
Fosho, let me tell my foes how I lay low, I got lines of five o’s fighting me toe to toe. This is my battle , taking shots of Hennessy bottles
What’s the matter of building dirty stacks, I feel so whack, I’m getting broke, my pockets turning swole, my shit getting soaked, dig myself rock bottom. I’m having a major fucking problem.
Slanging thc got me feeling crazy, silly naughty baby memory got me sleezy.
Pop off the bottles, looking at young kids like I’m the next plug model.
What’s the point of building up what I had when the life just falls back down to my head.
Cops think I’m a menace to this society,
Okay At least I’m not like lil yatchy pulling a fake I d. You better believe me, I can have whole crew showing up on your street. You don’t want beef with me? I could be hard, I could pull a card from living in stony brook Boulevard.
I got my neighbor homie taking shot Of Bacardi, end up packing his 12 gauge shotty,
Dear shorty, you don’t even know me, I can pull up next your soul, let my anger finish you. Crack the neck, slit the niggas back, stomp on his head.
I came from long way from ground to build what I had. Then people look at me like I’m doing better than them. Shit makes me laugh, I ain’t dead, until god don’t support me with that bread. Give me a break,
Sometime I wanna hide and give zero fucks.
Pull out of the slug and get my drugs, this ain’t no luck, baby please this ain’t about us.
@bboydizzy69 i kno bout that jay-z ish
a mafia murdered it
Canibus will lyrically destroy anyone !
If you dont see it u dont understand the words he must be using
try n keep up
Canibus VS Cassidy would be serious
King Los killed this shit.
Use this beat with Eminem's acapella of The Way I Am. Crazy.
check "problem child-50 cent"
I could see Wu Tang on this shit. It just seems like a Wu Tang beat. When I listen to this beat I just think of a dark, stormy night in NYC in the middle of an alley.
R I P Lyn Collins.. ENOUGH SAID
Problem Child, 50 Cent 🔥
NIce
2010 el regreso de los monstruos
Caras de malos en los rostros
Yo, Zatu vuelve a este terreno y dice
Sueno como un trueno
Te parto el tendón
Si yo digo Zatu, tu dices Acción
Yo, somos algunos hombres buenos
Tesoros y Caras B es acero, no es polietileno
Cuando este rollo se respeta
Estoy rapeando al micro inventándome la letra
Tu dime quién te cronometra
A tu mierda de Street Album en mi calle lo llaman maqueta
No es el estilo metralleta
Soy el martillo, raperos con sus putos estilillos
Quieren cuadrarte una canción y a duras penas
Ese cabrón puede cuadrarte un estribillo
Yo, yo tengo un nombre en el mundillo
Búscame en el hotel, sigue las voces del pasillo
Si ahora reniegas del abuelo
¿por que llamas a mi agencia pa hacernos de telonero?
------SFDK------
Esta mamada que güey😂😂
Did they make 50 shot ya too?
lol luv it tho
I shot ya,
Am I a snitch if I’m the one wielding the weapon
But as soon as I took the deal for these skills, I started telling
I shot ya,
These execs pay me well for my confession
Incriminate myself on these songs with no discretion
I shot ya,
Then hid the Shotti, in a blue Mazaradi,
-you got bodied, by somebody, who embodies all the qualities,
-of a Marcus Garvey copy, that only lobbies for the party,
-celebrating with Bacardi, gentrified in a Ferrari
I took this gig then got Fox on the line
I hit up Miss Thing like its "clobbering time"
For the simps that believe that we brick by design
We been fantastic for (Fantastic Four), a decade with these rhymes
You seen the signs, but when your cargo this dope, you’re always late
Jammed up like 5pm traffic, move and wait (moving weight)
In this case, we expose industry fakes with bad habits
In these projects there ain’t no flowers for these addicts (attics)
Dynamics, that keep these industry elites awake at night
Having vision, is always better than eyesight
When their glares are that tight, they remind you who’s the best
Unaware, their stares (stairs) help you climb to your success
I shot ya
.
phone call!
wow
Hard as fuck
The beat destroyed Tupac’s diss...
Intro]
Yeah, what the fuck!
Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong
Bring the noise, haha
Clown-ass niggas (Yeah)
You know how we get down
[Verse 1]
Uh, Roc-A-Fella's capo, unflappable
Test my weight in the Apple
Never a question of if, but when you gonna die like cattle
Beef, I go at it so rugged, you swear, I love it
Is that so, hard to learn?
My burner give niggas permanent heart murmurs
If that ain't reason for concern (woo!)
My, crew endangers
Estranged miscellaneous niggas
Left in troubled waters like Greg Louganis
Ain't nothin' touchin' from Brooklyn to Metuchen
Or wherever the fuck you cats rest your head at, dead that
The last time you seen us, niggas popped up in Beamers
Shopped up in Neiman's, locked hip-hop up between us
Squeamish rappers stay out of my space like Venus
Or it's Soulshocker, Jigga Niggademus
Murderous writin', not a word of it to your likin'
Since we make you hate to love it like Prince
'Til a nigga feel straight like Bill Gates
Or feel a mil'-eight, we gon' spill hate, in-fil-trate
Die! It's your fate, realize the great
Get your hardhats, professionals rockin', nigga, wait
Timing's everything, everything that glitters ain't gold
There's diamonds in every ring, what the fuck!
In the driver's seat, nigga used to live in the back
Muggsy Bogues style, now a nigga bigger than Shaq
Crib in the Cat, skills, living phat
Chickens that used to act ill
Fuck y'all, I ain't forgivin' that (Fuck y'all!)
A nigga bitter so, when a nigga hit you, believe (Ugh)
I'm tryna hurt your stomach like ten thousand sit-ups (Yeah)
Jigs, baby, what it is! Just as casual
You blast for me, you better believe I blast for you
Yeah!
Anees “sun and moon” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified
[Interlude]
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Every time, y'all (Roc-A-Fella, y'all)
What, what, Jay-Z, huh (What, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all (Marcy)
What, we rock on y'all, representin' the
Yeah, yeah uh-huh
(Let these niggas know)
West Coast niggas, man
Getting out of line, man
Watch your step, haha
Fuck around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yo, react, biatch nigga
Think they can fuck with the rich nigga
Jigga, they can't touch ya
Say y'all, we livin' like STNRs (?)
You faggot niggas don't play yours, my team'll slay yours
Naysayers, can't fuck around we lay yours
With our hands up there, shit, I swear to God
Since money's respected you know I had to get it
Collect it like antiques, and let it stack
Brrrrrrr, like that
I mastered this fast shit, now I move on
'Cause too many bastards tried to get they groove on
And now you see me jiggy, you puzzled
He ain't sellin' no records, is he? That nigga gotta hustle
Shit, you bet your guns, by any means, I get my ones
You intervene, by any means, I get ya done
For real
@MCSPAS914212 lol that shit sound true too