“ I sound like a fuckin millionaire with a derringer, with the hair trigger, bout to bear hug it, fuckin terrier, the Rick flair dripper” 🤯 these bars absolutely blast
I woke up like this Look in the mirror My vision clearer The end is nearer If the end is here Take a dive of the pier Want my slice of the pie Got the the table by the rear All the fans screan and cheer Whole stadium be so loud Just another body got lost and found Deep in the lake where i take you to drown Deep in the state where I hold my crown Wheels on the bus go round and round She like to go downtown uptown This not a game Up down Up down Even tho i scored as soon as i touch down
Eu vou te matar Vou te dizimar Minha raiva é uma dízima Ela nunca vai acabar Com sua carreira eu vou acabar Depois só vou te enterrar Ninguém vai te achar Porque ninguém vai te procurar Ninguém vai se importar Com esse talento imaginário É hora de criança dormir Já passou do seu horário Não esquenta porque essa punchline faz o mundo desabar
Yo does anyone know what scream that is when Em’s verse first kicks in? Not the choir or the DJ cuts, but the weird lady scream that hits on the pauses in between. I been trying to find it for a few months now with no luck. 🤷♂️
[Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies [Verse 1: Logic] I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about And I dare you to test me 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration But I'm full of innovation And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 2: Logic] There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Callin' yourself the greatest alive Then you don't deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon' get smacked You gon' make Bobby attack You gon' make Bobby Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or you're trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both] Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahahaha (Roof!) [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies [Verse 1: Logic] I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about And I dare you to test me 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration But I'm full of innovation And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 2: Logic] There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Callin' yourself the greatest alive Then you don't deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon' get smacked You gon' make Bobby attack You gon' make Bobby Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or you're trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop [Outro: Chris D'Elia] Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to Do all this while ya panickin' And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins And I'm goin' to Fanagans Trying to get up a plan against All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana You're in a cab- I'm in a cabana and a Janet I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards While I'm world tourin' You usin' way too many napkins, papkins Lapkins and chapki- You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin' Flappin' around like a bapkin' Flamminababbitapannitajampkin Dammit, a can of pada-
I’m back bitch i’m back never gone back 돈을 바라보지 말고 열심히 해 내가 돈을 바라볼때 내가 열심히 해 내가 랩 한다면 넌 계산을 해 오 난 가사를 절었어 근데 난 지금 심장이 떨어서ah? 근데 가사를 절고나서 난 지금 프리스타일로 이어가 랩 한다고 매일 해 내가 랩한다면 난 널 랩으로 패 I’m sick cain mother 랩으로 패 너가 랩한다면 난 포위를 I’m the homicide You can call me 돈이 쌓여 예 간만에 랩 그냥 homicide 내가 랩 하면 난 심장이 뛰고 난 가사를 절고 난 가사를 절었어 Oh ha? 머리엔 텅 비었어근데 지금은 내가 프리스타일로 이어가면 쟤네는 놀랐어 Yeah ouu 나는 직사관 내가 랩하면 집 갚아 I’m the rap man style 내가 rap step I got rap master 낮게 써 trendsetter No metter 달리 던 Shout it up 붐비던 trendsetter pick이던 Pixel oh 뱉지 넌 never 흠칫하지마 돈 담아줄래?
Yo I just did a non benefit french rap with this instrumental, I mentioned your channel in the description with a direct link and the producers, hope it's ok !
Someone tell me if this is worth mentioning or if I should (redacted) myself 😅 I can set the speed to x1.5 and still hit all of the words. Is this cool or no?
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With the Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies
lyrics:- Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahaha Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about And I dare you to test me 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I'm full of innovation And I'm tired of all of this high school, "He's cool, he's not" rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place, but if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Callin' yourself the greatest alive Then you don't deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon' get smacked, you gon' make Bobby attack You gon' make Bobby Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hold up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (roof) like the doberman said I still think the (roof) would go over your head (haha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines You think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone And you're trapped in your cell phone On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With the Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
LYRICS : Inki mein anay wala samajh mein nai Meri shayri peichida karay Maghaz ki dahi Kaaye ka tareeka buddhi satak si gayi Mere bhai parwa hi mujhay kattan bhi nai Mera jesa likhnay ki bani qalam hi nai Bolu karwi sachayi inhay hazam na hui Khokli ye baatein chodain wazzan hi nai Mere pichay pichay pichay aa k bhen na deyin Ammal dakkhal pe aa katal kara Hashtag mukammal safaa Backlash jo aya tha Disses ki addal badal mein muajjal sa tha Itehaasi tareekh ye Kay mein, Gira hun logic ki beat pe Cheekh k beth gaye galay bhi inkay Tinkay jitnay fuck dun, dheet mein, Eh Choti choti khushiyaan kya baatun Mein bataa dun In namqoolon ko aukaat pe laa dun Ya to flow maarun, show marun, gichiyaan dabaa dun, Loray lassan k kasam se tarkay laga dun, Paani mein ye kitnay mein sab ko bata dun kay mitti pe ho jayen keechar, Eh Sir say mein phir kay jo girta hun beaton pe ban jata baais e fikaar Ayen hain kidhar? Ye betay Hip Hop ki duniya hai Japani totton ki lagta tu chammiya hai Khaandaani kanjar, ye shaukeen log hain Dene mein fuck Rap Demon banniya hai Inki mein samajh mein aanay wala nai Par simple cheezain mein banaanay wala nai Likhun lun pe, dil pe lejaanay wala nai Aur kasam se taras bhi khaanay wala nai Inki mein samajh mein aanay wala nai Par simple cheezain mein banaanay wala nai Likhun lun pe, dil pe lejaanay wala nai Aur kasam se taras bhi khaanay wala nai Farmaye mulaahiza heat pe bro Beat pe dafa, 302 Inki mein babies ko Asma banaun Aur ghar pe le jaun 20 ka load "Badtameez, ghaleez, Chaar so bees, bitch please" Tupac ki kassam ye hip hop nai Meter mera koi aewein nai short Ye Rapper pochinki mein hojatay drop MeinPro jese maaru, Dhar a dhar salay bots Mout hai buey pe aari tyaari pakro jese jallad mein Ro ro k tumnay attention thi maangi wo aaj mein de ra khairaat mein Pehli baat ye maazrat k sath jo mere fans kamm mere hain bhai bhi, Jo poochtay aa k kyun in lunnon ko de raha mein koi reply nai, "Darjjan hisaab se pari hain disses aap inhay yun miss karayein ni" Meri jaan kay totton farak to dekho kya mere wo lafzon kay like bhi? Kaano mein jo kartay hein min min machar se Gichiyon se pakar kay kass k dun thappar mein Fucker hun fuck karu fakhar se chass lu mein, Badd se bhi badtar tu mat kar jakkar k raghru mein Betay takkar ka mujhay koi rrami ni mila Kal se mujhay bai paani ni mila Sookhay wey galay pe flow to dekho Par jani i'm chill, Aakh thu aakh thu tere mun pe Dagar pishtay saray bhookay Attention kay liye bhow bhow Dun mein Bazookay sookhay bina thookay Boothay, saareyaan dey karaan band Rapperaan nu karaan dismiss sida plum Beta hum, sir kartay kalam Tum beaton pe karo tara rum pum pum Chalain thori mauj mein ayen Bina baat na callain milayen Ye lo mera likho number 0300-bundmarwayein Khali jaga pur karwayen Bolun mein jo chahay mera mann Ye saray khud samajh jayen Ayen aur khayen mera Agay pichay dayein bayein Kaway karain kayein kayein Bhai tera full time click clack dhayen dhayein Inkay se din mein koi 100,90 ayein jayein Karun na connect jese band mera wifi, Aye haye! Ho gaya na kaand phir? Mere hathon dene walo mein ja ri hai baahn phir Haan phir, Sab gir gaye hein border Amir Rap ka, Lafzaani Yorker Inki mein anay wala samajh mein nai Meri shayri peichida karay Maghaz ki dahi Kaaye ka tareeka buddhi satak si gayi Mere bhai parwa hi mujhay kattan bhi nai Mera jesa likhnay ki bani qalam hi nai Bolu karwi sachayi inhay hazam na hui Khokli ye baatein chodain wazzan hi nai Mere pichay pichay pichay aa k bhen na deyin Show less
Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Even suicide, no, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies [Verse 1: Logic] I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about And I dare you to test me 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration But I'm full of innovation And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Even suicide, no, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 2: Logic] There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Callin' yourself the greatest alive Then you don't deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon' get smacked You gon' make Bobby attack You gon' make Bobby Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Even suicide, no, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing Young Hova, I know hittas like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I rode over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit With so many foul lines, you think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tail bone And you're trapped in your cell phone I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' cabana again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With the Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip" And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood of my track that I'm attackin' it What, Dracula? Fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud- Man, stop
Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or you're trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
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Thanks🙂
Haha
Basically just the clean version
VelocityGaming, exactly.
Lol
Can ya'll do me a favor & lemme know if I killed it th-cam.com/video/Kk_Y8B2tTsc/w-d-xo.html Like,share,sub🙏 I will return the favor.
@@markmercado89 I watched it. It was good but please dont mumble in future videos.
@@dashadow7865 Thanks & got it
1:53 I love how when Em's verse starts the beat feels like a boss entrance haha
no
the beat shows thats the boss entrance
@@SiqzMuziQ That's EXACTLY what I said
My bad then, I thought it was someone who just wanted to contradict me (too much TH-cam comments lately maybe :'p)
Guitaristmalakian you guys just did that... planikin
Saaame. I thought it was just me.
Bro the beat is so clean it doesn’t even need words
Yep, that's true
@@XD-tp1nf hahahaha thanks guys i'm not the only one who thinks the same XD
100% true
Son, you know why you the greatest alive ?
Why, dad?
*laughing*
Fuck rap
Hold up catch a vibe ain't no way in hell we leaving nobody alive...
Bobby feelin vilonous
Can we all agree there are too many napkins?
PowerfulLighting just like harrison ford in a porsche
Way too many
About 44,000 napkins
And 4 tons more
Doin all this while you panickin
2:07
I just like those holy sounds
my fav part'
😂
1:18 scared me
@Nurrator's vlog u are one
Lmao
pussy
@@dactyl2400 possyyy
okay.
the beat tweaks when eminem comes in are sick tbh
Such a sinister sounding beat. 💯🔥👌
2:06 love when the choir comes in the background ❤️
Don’t it would like Kanye west - Praise God like he could’ve got the sample from this
@@ARCHITECT_TM ????
@@adlibyeah I meant to say doesn’t it sound like Kanye sampled the soundtrack for praise god
I love how this song doesn’t need lyrics to be good
The beat ain’t shit compared to Eminem and logic
Mumble rappers arguing each other, my beat is better.
Eminem : hold my beat + diss.
Huh? Doesnt make sense
Ik 6ix which is logics producer or whatever 6ix makes logics beats and logic made the song yea it didn’t make sense
It wasn't produced by em's producer, it was produced by 6ix, Logic's producer.
So this is the version when both em and logic ran outta oxygen
Basically yeah 😂😂
No because that’s impossible
lmao yes
but them running out of breath is impossible
Hahaha
"오 난 가사를 절었어"
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
One of the best beats ever made!
That's one dope beat
0:14 the beats starts
This is so lit
another best instrumental for slim and logic
Thanks for this instrumental. I’m trying to make a rap. I just got into rap a few months ago again so gotta practice my rhymes.
Bro straight up me too I've been killing this beat
It sounds like a “Logic type beat”
yeah and i killed on my chanel
감사합니다 🙏
This sounds like we’re all in a horror movie
I subscribed because of your username. Metal gear solid is my favorite series in all of gaming
Thanks for the sub man!
Omg free styling to this beat is fun
Killed It
Ty bro !
Perfect for my Apex Legends gameplay love U !!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
1:50 yall hear them weird ass noises
it’s em talking and someone going oh
@@kamiikaa it's not eminem talking it's the beat..this is the original beat
IWR it’s the background vocals bruh it is eminem
@@kamiikaa this is the beat alone, the background vocals were added after
IWR no shit 🤦🏻♂️
Good beat
Nice upload! :)
“ I sound like a fuckin millionaire with a derringer, with the hair trigger, bout to bear hug it, fuckin terrier, the Rick flair dripper” 🤯 these bars absolutely blast
Son...you know why you the greatest alive?
Thanks!
No problem!
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
I woke up like this
Look in the mirror
My vision clearer
The end is nearer
If the end is here
Take a dive of the pier
Want my slice of the pie
Got the the table by the rear
All the fans screan and cheer
Whole stadium be so loud
Just another body got lost and found
Deep in the lake where i take you to drown
Deep in the state where I hold my crown
Wheels on the bus go round and round
She like to go downtown uptown
This not a game Up down Up down
Even tho i scored as soon as i touch down
This beat is fucking awesome
Guyz do y’all know why y’all the greatest alive???
Why???
This beat is insane tho fr
Gotta think on this one
literally sounds like a background song for timelapses on videos ngl
Eu vou te matar
Vou te dizimar
Minha raiva é uma dízima
Ela nunca vai acabar
Com sua carreira eu vou acabar
Depois só vou te enterrar
Ninguém vai te achar
Porque ninguém vai te procurar
Ninguém vai se importar
Com esse talento imaginário
É hora de criança dormir
Já passou do seu horário
Não esquenta porque essa punchline faz o mundo desabar
🔥🔥 🔥
I wish somebody would freestyle over this beat
Count me in
@@reptilehunter2918 f-ing legend
I would lol
Insanely accurate
this is the official that's why bro, the producers released it for download online
Because 6ix released it
clean version
How did you get that beat from
PHILIPPA the producers released it for download
Solid-Snake4444 Oh Thanks :)
Stroke?
Can ya'll do me a favor & lemme know if I killed it th-cam.com/video/Kk_Y8B2tTsc/w-d-xo.html homicide freestyle.Like,share,sub🙏.I return the favor.
Giygas from Earthbound
I wrote a diss track to this and it’s 2 minutes and ten seconds long with 478 words
3:18 LOOK WHAT I'M PLANNIN'
🔥
Yo does anyone know what scream that is when Em’s verse first kicks in? Not the choir or the DJ cuts, but the weird lady scream that hits on the pauses in between. I been trying to find it for a few months now with no luck. 🤷♂️
Omg yeah I know what ur talking about
It go hard bruh no cap
3:06 these right
???: 오 나는 가사를 절었어!
The coldest shit I've ever heard
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked
You gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
man u forgot the best part
Late
A fire sing made on my b day
Yo GOLEADA claimed my remix that was 3 months ago. I'm disputing it and for you to know is best because you remade the instrumental
This beat sounds better than anything or anyone else
Just destroyed homicide!couldn’t have done it without u
Goooooooooò
[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha
(Roof!)
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked
You gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
[Outro: Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of pada-
can you upload the official instrumental of all 4 love by color me badd?
I’m back bitch i’m back never gone back
돈을 바라보지 말고 열심히 해
내가 돈을 바라볼때 내가 열심히 해
내가 랩 한다면 넌 계산을 해
오 난 가사를 절었어 근데
난 지금 심장이 떨어서ah?
근데 가사를 절고나서 난 지금
프리스타일로 이어가
랩 한다고 매일 해
내가 랩한다면 난 널 랩으로 패
I’m sick cain
mother 랩으로 패
너가 랩한다면 난 포위를
I’m the homicide
You can call me 돈이 쌓여
예 간만에 랩 그냥 homicide
내가 랩 하면 난 심장이 뛰고
난 가사를 절고 난 가사를 절었어
Oh ha? 머리엔 텅 비었어근데 지금은
내가 프리스타일로 이어가면 쟤네는 놀랐어
Yeah ouu 나는 직사관
내가 랩하면 집 갚아
I’m the rap man style
내가 rap step
I got rap master
낮게 써 trendsetter
No metter 달리 던
Shout it up 붐비던
trendsetter pick이던
Pixel oh 뱉지 넌 never
흠칫하지마 돈 담아줄래?
May i use this inst for my cover? non profit, i’ma leave this URL 😉
I fuccin did it!!! I actually kept up with both verses all the way through.
im jealous.
Yo I just did a non benefit french rap with this instrumental, I mentioned your channel in the description with a direct link and the producers, hope it's ok !
Jaqfrost is a legend, if you know, you know. This comment section is fucking legendary.
Fuck man
Scrivo fino a che non sono soddisfatto
Di quello faccio
Ogni instrumentale su cui rappo,
Spacco
Parlerò finché
Someone tell me if this is worth mentioning or if I should (redacted) myself 😅 I can set the speed to x1.5 and still hit all of the words. Is this cool or no?
Hey this would be some good montage music... is there any copyright claims even though this is still his song
Great Tiger just monetized
All I wanted to know thanks man 🤙
@@Solid-Snake-sh1ls Do u get copyrighted if you say who made the music in the description?
Aiden Like Nuggets Go to youtube music and it will tell you what songs you can use.
@@Solid-Snake-sh1ls I just need the music not the words
did anyone come here after D.ark's or bruno's rap?
from show me the money 9
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
What Eminems camp added to this beat is crazyyy shiit
0:14 Logic 1:53 Eminem
Im the only one who recognizes ur pfp.
@@acewyvern3489 ._.
Please add chika chika in the instrumental
the bass drops went harder than my belt whopping
I’m back beach i’m back never go back
우 난가사를 절었어
0:40 bass claps
First 0:00 To 0:13 Second Are 🔥
W
3:18 😂 I like how the beat jus cuts out even though there’s almost a whole minute left
Did you watch the original song at the end?
Thats evil😈😈😈😈
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies
Sounds even better reversed.
0.75x got me like 😛
lyrics:-
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahaha
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school, "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place, but if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked, you gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hold up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (roof) like the doberman said
I still think the (roof) would go over your head (haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
And you're trapped in your cell phone
On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
끔속으로 들어가는 기분
LYRICS :
Inki mein anay wala samajh mein nai
Meri shayri peichida karay Maghaz ki dahi
Kaaye ka tareeka buddhi satak si gayi
Mere bhai parwa hi mujhay kattan bhi nai
Mera jesa likhnay ki bani qalam hi nai
Bolu karwi sachayi inhay hazam na hui
Khokli ye baatein chodain wazzan hi nai
Mere pichay pichay pichay aa k bhen na deyin
Ammal dakkhal pe aa katal kara
Hashtag mukammal safaa
Backlash jo aya tha
Disses ki addal badal mein muajjal sa tha
Itehaasi tareekh ye Kay mein,
Gira hun logic ki beat pe
Cheekh k beth gaye galay bhi inkay
Tinkay jitnay fuck dun, dheet mein, Eh
Choti choti khushiyaan kya baatun
Mein bataa dun
In namqoolon ko aukaat pe laa dun
Ya to flow maarun, show marun, gichiyaan dabaa dun,
Loray lassan k kasam se tarkay laga dun,
Paani mein ye kitnay mein sab ko bata dun kay mitti pe ho jayen keechar, Eh
Sir say mein phir kay jo girta hun beaton pe ban jata baais e fikaar
Ayen hain kidhar? Ye betay Hip Hop ki duniya hai
Japani totton ki lagta tu chammiya hai
Khaandaani kanjar, ye shaukeen log hain
Dene mein fuck Rap Demon banniya hai
Inki mein samajh mein aanay wala nai
Par simple cheezain mein banaanay wala nai
Likhun lun pe, dil pe lejaanay wala nai
Aur kasam se taras bhi khaanay wala nai
Inki mein samajh mein aanay wala nai
Par simple cheezain mein banaanay wala nai
Likhun lun pe, dil pe lejaanay wala nai
Aur kasam se taras bhi khaanay wala nai
Farmaye mulaahiza heat pe bro
Beat pe dafa, 302
Inki mein babies ko Asma banaun
Aur ghar pe le jaun 20 ka load
"Badtameez, ghaleez, Chaar so bees,
bitch please"
Tupac ki kassam ye hip hop nai
Meter mera koi aewein nai short
Ye Rapper pochinki mein hojatay drop
MeinPro jese maaru, Dhar a dhar salay bots
Mout hai buey pe aari tyaari pakro jese jallad mein
Ro ro k tumnay attention thi maangi wo aaj mein de ra khairaat mein
Pehli baat ye maazrat k sath jo mere fans kamm mere hain bhai bhi,
Jo poochtay aa k kyun in lunnon ko de raha mein koi reply nai,
"Darjjan hisaab se pari hain disses aap inhay yun miss karayein ni"
Meri jaan kay totton farak to dekho kya mere wo lafzon kay like bhi?
Kaano mein jo kartay hein min min machar se
Gichiyon se pakar kay kass k dun thappar mein
Fucker hun fuck karu fakhar se chass lu mein,
Badd se bhi badtar tu mat kar jakkar k raghru mein
Betay takkar ka mujhay koi rrami ni mila
Kal se mujhay bai paani ni mila
Sookhay wey galay pe flow to dekho
Par jani i'm chill,
Aakh thu aakh thu tere mun pe
Dagar pishtay saray bhookay
Attention kay liye bhow bhow
Dun mein Bazookay sookhay bina thookay
Boothay, saareyaan dey karaan band
Rapperaan nu karaan dismiss sida plum
Beta hum, sir kartay kalam
Tum beaton pe karo tara rum pum pum
Chalain thori mauj mein ayen
Bina baat na callain milayen
Ye lo mera likho number
0300-bundmarwayein
Khali jaga pur karwayen
Bolun mein jo chahay mera mann
Ye saray khud samajh jayen
Ayen aur khayen mera
Agay pichay dayein bayein
Kaway karain kayein kayein
Bhai tera full time click clack dhayen dhayein
Inkay se din mein koi 100,90 ayein jayein
Karun na connect jese band mera wifi,
Aye haye! Ho gaya na kaand phir?
Mere hathon dene walo mein ja ri hai baahn phir
Haan phir, Sab gir gaye hein border
Amir Rap ka, Lafzaani Yorker
Inki mein anay wala samajh mein nai
Meri shayri peichida karay Maghaz ki dahi
Kaaye ka tareeka buddhi satak si gayi
Mere bhai parwa hi mujhay kattan bhi nai
Mera jesa likhnay ki bani qalam hi nai
Bolu karwi sachayi inhay hazam na hui
Khokli ye baatein chodain wazzan hi nai
Mere pichay pichay pichay aa k bhen na deyin
Show less
???
It's in hindi
Aag bhai
Boht hard
rap demon..
What program did use?
디아크
Yoyoyooo
CHIKA CHIKA CHIKA
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked
You gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I rode over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail bone
And you're trapped in your cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' cabana again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood of my track that I'm attackin' it
What, Dracula? Fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud-
Man, stop
0:11
Thank you so much
“오 난 가사를 절었어”
Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
Can I have the stems of it ?
If possible any link to download ;)
SHASHANK SHARMA All I Have is the instrumental, no stems. Sorry 😐
I am starting to stream video games as it is something I have always wanted to do. I will also stream on Twitch - klrzSolidSnake4444. Support would be appreciated! Hit me up if you wanna play and make a video together.
I'm down!
Eli B what’s your id?
what games do you play???
@@aTreeHasaBrick I like to play Cod and am now playing Tony Hawk and the Assassins Creed Games, just platnumed ACII. I haven't streamed on twitch yet, mainly TH-cam but got a bit disheartened at the 0 views😂
@@Solid-Snake-sh1ls I dont really play that stuff. sorry man
Hlo sir may I use this beat???
May I use this beat ? please reply 🙏🏻
Go at it.