Ape/ I'm throwing shit like a pavian/ Laying tracks like a paver and/ They wonder bout my Album/ Ill make it bun dem like Damian/ I'm Classified / for savin Hip Hop and so from a fatal end/ Being Hip Hop is Hard/ That's a qoute from my fave canadian/ For the last to lines, check the discography of the Rapper Classified. Well, fuck it, nobodys gonna read this LOL
started out on our own, all skeptical as to what our souls are capable of bring to a table already full, some calm, and there are those turbulent like the throws when wave rolls hit.. We all alone in the sense that echos from our throats bouncin off walls in homes… My palm gorilla hold against its clone I pray you understand I ain’t speakin with a coop flown, goop in the dome, message stronger than some cheap cologne, wise is gold; wisdom as generations of old passed gone,
it's insane how much a written word can cause emotion to stir, pour out feelings on what has or hasn't occurred, last be the words actions be first every now and then I flow to conquer this deep thirst, primal instinct telling me to follow what it is I think should be the route to go, doubt doesn't show its face after the last time I beat the case, fuck the rat race I keep a packed case never know when its time to switch place calm face iron within my fist taste fate as I leave this mental state
I am stressed out man, I had a vision of how life was s'ppose to go down, but the picture I glance in, the glass ain't show a reflection of that plan to put it blunt and bland it just ain't pan, how I am now? Livin life like da unfortunate millions of 3rd world civilians scroungin. sh*ts the pits...noxious to the nostrils deaths doors blown to tooth picks; get the jist? its no more, it don't exist, just the hinges sit, so I left a dilapidated entrance. No protection from buildins,
I expect crows feet sand the eyes secrete back pain a hunched over frame flap the trench cloak, write at a grand piano with mask of porcelain stone to hide the mopes I write letters, broad strokes, not song notes; fused’em with samples dope as crack smoke lung sponge toke, then exhale out the nose, with detrimental effects though, hearts won’t convulse, symptoms of an epileptic episode white foam gross, All us… we… Novices; hip hop aficionados
i sit at th dilapidated entrance where i once fell victim 2 many times/sittin seein th sick men wit two many minds/voices offer choices in thoughts deepest mind/negative noxious inhale through nostrils/life 4 some aint pan like we scripted in our dream of life/feelin loss n overlooked 4 a vision we felt came from th gospels/but God got a whole different set of math 2 work wit/everything everywhere got meanin/down 2 th earths shift/th birds lift/n th words spit/but i know these rivers of pain....
only ash piles show; hope you get this sentence when I say my egos immunodeficient white blood count low... To me that means, I keep the belligerence within lulled,on chill mode; multidimensional? ..Hope so. Skillful? A dream for the pillow.. Lets just not fill molds…remaining real our goals, consistent not intermittent glows; my style ain’t based on names labeled on clothes; but equivalent of guard on lunch break who partake in smokes, blown O's elevate brainwaves in space…
grounded yet beyond globe, phantom how I operate; just about a year and a day, gotta kick start like wood boards on wheels four, now I rotate… easy across floor. So alone on this road, here to seek truth, than divulge said scoop to lost youths. when I'm too old…I vamoose.. I speak in mute form, for the few who’ll swarm… Paragon to be adored? Nah; If I thought I was anything other than “norm” let me be ignored; though a different clothe, I hope to prove I’m torn.
Corkscrew make a open temple insert pencil, out the ink tip info flows, thought symbols symbiosis? Nope, that’d mean equal, I’m more the host chose… umbilical to both lobes they blow loads, what unfolds showed through the graphite or the digital, maybe plasma who knows gimmie a hypodermic I’ll find a vein to poke. Drain what need to be spoke/wrote. With feather of crane slick back a short mane, that represents goin against the grain, hours put in as I hang
spark th green n th silver pipe 4 my dudes that write/we fight alone demons of th larger size/but equipped wit rhyme/often decide 2 release our vibe/unknown journals scripted by unknown scribes/th many souls in th cyphers mind/most unsigned with free time 2 free mind these lines/i speed rhyme 2 try 2 catch up wit time/eat beats like i got ketchup on rhymes/pain in life incites th art that charts my stars/far out in shine/envelope th mindstate thats not televised/true hip hop street artist vibe
just a humbled individuals envelope, I hope I've lassoed not only pupils, but the whole Kodak photo, this here from the soul yo, let the reboot commencement unfold as natural as froze to December snow, juxtapose to months in the center high numbers in the summer scold... Skoals while I drink in flows, then breathe in slowed, appreciation for gifts bestowed; Age.. just know, no numerals next to them don't mean they go un-knowed,you'll never know the weight they impose. My stupidity cremated,
but c when u script like this it takes me back in time when i first read ur rhymin gift/ink blood from souls pen tags graffiti over empty meanin on youtube screen/closed th open eyes 2 travel on four wheels 2 b grounded cuz airs my sign/b humbled bt i see th spark that marks th internet wit a geniuses strut n fret/we sparred so our interconnect 4 real/ur elegance is surreal imminence/ash piles shown n im gettin it/brain waves elevated 2 this space/commence 2 our goals wit this faith/c im ageless
and when my name pass on remember, claims irrelevant, remember the passions permanent from the current until our certain end… Respect, humble a perfect blend I nurture them like two of my children..
see ur name cant pass on cause its eternal here/we pen in internet ink like these our journals here/relevant 2 those who take th time 2 c what we painted on th cave/read deep n scroll through page/permanent passion craftin thought n feelin with th math of rappin/nourish them like nurtured children until our uncertain end/but till th curtain land we here inventin new spheres 4 ears who either hear or turn a blind eye/i find life 2 b better lived when forever is together with my clever script.....
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This is Honest to God, one of the illest instrumentals I've ever heard, PERIOD.
GOAT!!!! THE BEST !!!!! INSTRUMENTAL
SAMPLE FOUND! jean knight why i keep livin these memories
Im sick of being alone.
hope you good by now :)
Ape/
I'm throwing shit like a pavian/
Laying tracks like a paver and/
They wonder bout my Album/
Ill make it bun dem like Damian/
I'm Classified /
for savin Hip Hop and so from a fatal end/
Being Hip Hop is Hard/
That's a qoute from my fave canadian/
For the last to lines, check the discography of the Rapper Classified. Well, fuck it, nobodys gonna read this LOL
Apollo is an inspiration especially after seeing his rhythm roulette session the guy used audacity and a windows xp
Peace and love my fellow humans
started out on our own, all skeptical as to what our souls are capable of bring to a table already full, some calm, and there are those turbulent like the throws when wave rolls hit.. We all alone in the sense that echos from our throats bouncin off walls in homes… My palm gorilla hold against its clone I pray you understand I ain’t speakin with a coop flown, goop in the dome, message stronger than some cheap cologne, wise is gold; wisdom as generations of old passed gone,
the beat is so ill, cats are typin freeStyles to it... i love this ish!!
it's insane how much a written word can cause emotion to stir, pour out feelings on what has or hasn't occurred, last be the words actions be first every now and then I flow to conquer this deep thirst, primal instinct telling me to follow what it is I think should be the route to go, doubt doesn't show its face after the last time I beat the case, fuck the rat race I keep a packed case never know when its time to switch place calm face iron within my fist taste fate as I leave this mental state
Apollo is THE BEAST and this beat is FIRE!
this is the shit!
Im so alone that even loneliness would top herself..
I could be many things in life, I let it fade instead.!
yeaaaah baby
I can hear Elzhi on this…..
🔥🔥🔥 the kinG!!
amazing very powerfull beats
Kurwa nie słyszałem lepszego bitu
Good.
best beat ever! in not joking
magic sound^^
OOOOOOWEEEEEEE!!!! TO ILL!!!
I am stressed out man, I had a vision of how life was s'ppose to go down, but the picture I glance in, the glass ain't show a reflection of that plan to put it blunt and bland it just ain't pan, how I am now? Livin life like da unfortunate millions of 3rd world civilians scroungin. sh*ts the pits...noxious to the nostrils deaths doors blown to tooth picks; get the jist? its no more, it don't exist, just the hinges sit, so I left a dilapidated entrance. No protection from buildins,
I expect crows feet sand the eyes secrete back pain a hunched over frame flap the trench cloak, write at a grand piano with mask of porcelain stone to hide the mopes I write letters, broad strokes, not song notes; fused’em with samples dope as crack smoke lung sponge toke, then exhale out the nose, with detrimental effects though, hearts won’t convulse, symptoms of an epileptic episode white foam gross, All us… we… Novices; hip hop aficionados
i sit at th dilapidated entrance where i once fell victim 2 many times/sittin seein th sick men wit two many minds/voices offer choices in thoughts deepest mind/negative noxious inhale through nostrils/life 4 some aint pan like we scripted in our dream of life/feelin loss n overlooked 4 a vision we felt came from th gospels/but God got a whole different set of math 2 work wit/everything everywhere got meanin/down 2 th earths shift/th birds lift/n th words spit/but i know these rivers of pain....
pure inspiration
only ash piles show; hope you get this sentence when I say my egos immunodeficient white blood count low... To me that means, I keep the belligerence within lulled,on chill mode; multidimensional? ..Hope so. Skillful? A dream for the pillow.. Lets just not fill molds…remaining real our goals, consistent not intermittent glows; my style ain’t based on names labeled on clothes; but equivalent of guard on lunch break who partake in smokes, blown O's elevate brainwaves in space…
grounded yet beyond globe, phantom how I operate; just about a year and a day, gotta kick start like wood boards on wheels four, now I rotate… easy across floor. So alone on this road, here to seek truth, than divulge said scoop to lost youths. when I'm too old…I vamoose.. I speak in mute form, for the few who’ll swarm… Paragon to be adored? Nah; If I thought I was anything other than “norm” let me be ignored; though a different clothe, I hope to prove I’m torn.
Corkscrew make a open temple insert pencil, out the ink tip info flows, thought symbols symbiosis? Nope, that’d mean equal, I’m more the host chose… umbilical to both lobes they blow loads, what unfolds showed through the graphite or the digital, maybe plasma who knows gimmie a hypodermic I’ll find a vein to poke. Drain what need to be spoke/wrote. With feather of crane slick back a short mane, that represents goin against the grain, hours put in as I hang
spark th green n th silver pipe 4 my dudes that write/we fight alone demons of th larger size/but equipped wit rhyme/often decide 2 release our vibe/unknown journals scripted by unknown scribes/th many souls in th cyphers mind/most unsigned with free time 2 free mind these lines/i speed rhyme 2 try 2 catch up wit time/eat beats like i got ketchup on rhymes/pain in life incites th art that charts my stars/far out in shine/envelope th mindstate thats not televised/true hip hop street artist vibe
just a humbled individuals envelope, I hope I've lassoed not only pupils, but the whole Kodak photo, this here from the soul yo, let the reboot commencement unfold as natural as froze to December snow, juxtapose to months in the center high numbers in the summer scold... Skoals while I drink in flows, then breathe in slowed, appreciation for gifts bestowed; Age.. just know, no numerals next to them don't mean they go un-knowed,you'll never know the weight they impose. My stupidity cremated,
Yo❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
but c when u script like this it takes me back in time when i first read ur rhymin gift/ink blood from souls pen tags graffiti over empty meanin on youtube screen/closed th open eyes 2 travel on four wheels 2 b grounded cuz airs my sign/b humbled bt i see th spark that marks th internet wit a geniuses strut n fret/we sparred so our interconnect 4 real/ur elegance is surreal imminence/ash piles shown n im gettin it/brain waves elevated 2 this space/commence 2 our goals wit this faith/c im ageless
and when my name pass on remember, claims irrelevant, remember the passions permanent from the current until our certain end… Respect, humble a perfect blend I nurture them like two of my children..
FaZe temper
see ur name cant pass on cause its eternal here/we pen in internet ink like these our journals here/relevant 2 those who take th time 2 c what we painted on th cave/read deep n scroll through page/permanent passion craftin thought n feelin with th math of rappin/nourish them like nurtured children until our uncertain end/but till th curtain land we here inventin new spheres 4 ears who either hear or turn a blind eye/i find life 2 b better lived when forever is together with my clever script.....
+1
💣
so good it hurts
sample?
Apollo Brown is slowly making it u[ to my top 5 ...
Base Da Hora Tem Mas Alguma Sugestão ?
dope flows below. take time and read and see beneath the scripted text.
iLL !
la base de manotas (hombre en llamas)
This track is ALL the flavor
dope
what album?
awesome !
crema para mis oídos!
Hi Apollo can i write a rhythm for this one ? dahmmm homes its fire..