so many feelings as i listen to this in my recently new house which i built with my dad... after a long struggle both personal and professionally. here it is. it's yourz... finally!!! :D. wu tang forever, baby. IT'S YOURZ. what a soulful beat
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress Style, molest that Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas Light the torch, we flamin niggas Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall Packed, full bloom Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight [All] It's Your's Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4 The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third Yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!)
This beat just feels like you're on top of the world and take a moment to apprechiate what you have accomplished in your life... (Not that there's anything i have accomplished yet😂)
If this instrumental played while my casket dropped youd see the casket shaking to the beat and if you got closer youd hear me INSIDE bangin the bass and snare and freestyling something bout Let my casket drop like the ropes got chopped shovel dirt on top cause in that box I'm not My soul did lift - a hard paradigm shift Like a dimensional rift - disintegrate like a mist
I rest alone dazed, face cold days, Face pale, stale mate with a broke dame who only knows fame Propane fuels my heart...I've known no pain Like this...what lays behind my eye lids only see what I miss Her wounds pierce my heart...my love is timeless I sit & listen in the dark to silence What more can she have in store for me? Her spite surely stalks me... an ominous orgy of hate brought fought by her awful army Of misguided deeds... I rise above & beyond my miguided needs. Press on!
They all was probably excited knowing RZA was on some other shit. But on the flip side I’m sure there was a few that was way out there they didn’t like as well.
Sitting back looking at the world spin around me/ who sees me?/ The life of a young girl is told by her eyes/ I dont wanna be the one hearing the lies/ She has been neglected/ Our brothers have been selcted/ One after the other justice will fall forward/ They will be accused and not given that award/ Jail time doesnt categorize life/ So please.. Hand me back that knife...
I am a scientist... scientifically the most genius beat ever put together, rawness, authenticity sound... Arguably the dopest hop beat ever, but musically.. bu di di di di diii, di di di beat it
no equal to be found, profound on hollow ground hellhound bound for now logic at my side words collide with your essence, spot me flip it, specific, I continue my rhymes just watch me rip it we hit this, verbal gun fights we all destroy mics deep insights, great heights preserve life stand by, witness, i see weakness in ya iris, ancient scrolls of papyrus say im ill, osiris and me go way back we keep fat stacks, enlighten yall peoples fast from first to last bring that sick track back
I miss the Wu-Tang Saga already, and it just ended last week. I learned so much about them, that I didn't know. Wu-Tang has music that will never die. Throw those Ws up.
Japanese tree's imported from thieves cut a man by his tongue rolling with the gritty one,it's the attack of the hour shots from the tower, with the force horse power of a hundred thousand miles in hour , strong men cowere at the presence of the great one must be the god rza you know where i'm coming from, redrum is just a fluke, outside keep your eyes wide and better be prepare to shoot when the shit pops off I'd be the better man quick as they come should of came with a better plan son of sam
Read the sentence, hold the question, my mind reloads then molds into the wessun,my krew don't give a fuck we like Kilos to fiends blow the whole section, no resting, living nxt to reality got my dome stressing, so I keep fighting intellegence my only weapon, and this Hennessy ain't nothing but a blessing
A beast from the east, I rep resolution to the havoc, it's tragic, that crimes go unsolved with bodies wrapped in plastic, with the m-i-c in hand, I spit spastic, a spiritual lyrical flow for intergalactic, communication the rhyme that your facing, are displacing space and time your hearts racing, but not need for hype I don't walk by sight, my flow was founded in truth, the brightest light.
I killed a sacred dragon in my crib as a baby like Hercules. Lyrically my squad is honored just like Elijah Muhammad. This year my rhymes are going to travel across the globe like telephone wire's. Vocals so strong they can reverse the curse's of Dracula. The media trying to make ppl of color look like villains so society can play Batman. I'm the last lyricist of today's genesis. Erupt on song's like a human volcano. Lay my vocals down like black top. My lyrics create a windchill that can freeze a human body. In the booth if your lyrics are trash these rappers go missing like Jimmy Hoffa. The embarrassment from their corny ass lyrics.
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress Style, molest that Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas Light the torch, we flamin niggas Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall Packed, full bloom Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight [All] It's Your's Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4 The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third Yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!)
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress Style, molest that Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas Light the torch, we flamin niggas Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall Packed, full bloom Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight [All] It's Your's Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4 The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third Yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!)
Wack mcs can't rhyme in the same studio as us. Lyrically my shit motivates the whole planet. Going against us is like trying to walk a tight rope with no legs. You won't win. Come talk a walk with Walter. Every time i rhyme i bless the instrumental. Only you can save yourself from being failure in life. Close friends killed or locked up from chasing street fame. It's a black cloud over the hood no one is save from. The man with a mind to teach a whole nation.
it makes the matrix look rational/ im finding new wordls of skill / yall opposite of neo you took the blue pill / i dont kill unless im drawn to it / last week i had three niggas urging me to do it / but ya know what? bailed and left the niggas stripped bare nude / now im forced to live life in solitude / but my minds sane from saving the dude / my minds bolted shut like a bolt im screwed / first time you came up the whole crowd booed / im like a pirate i take the booty when i sail with my crew.
i spit the shit sends the block insane sittin in a v12 playing chocolate rain like an xobx all i do is play i'm coming back like the rock to put you dudes away your grills wack shit looks like tooth decay
I can do this shit forever. Plotin bout the day we can overcome the wrath of the better. Your slacks and your leathers can't Jack with my shredders. Putted in the blender with som smacked up contenders. I back up the vendors. Who rack up pretenders. Put em in a acid bath n now I'm feeling better. Now its time to break thmufukin silence. Group of rich ass peeps who corporate with violence.addictions what they hand out. So we clients. Callin up your doc like he was big friendly giant. RC.
smoke a blunt listen to the beat cant front on the track so u take a seat listen wit open ears for itmay bring u tears for it is real hiphop u hear o dear sincere i fear the day hiphop would die but i confide in underground all the unfound talent blazin pages wit a pen wanna battle jus tell em where and when n then you can sit down and die or stand upand fight find the light while im blazin this mic i would loan my own blood sweat and tears to bring back bigL,tupac,guru,pun, and B-I-G cant u see
I'm a hawk in the sky; watch the force of my wings fly An eye for an eye is the only way I live by At times I look at myself as the dead guy Cause life can get pretty when you gaze in deaths eye Not being gritty but it was how I was taught Cause real men run for they dreams while the cowards'll walk Outlined in chalk; my bodies just a sketch in my mind Trying do things right but God left me behind Now I'm space traveling till the time exhaust An eye for an eye , whats mine; itz yours
Uh king of the title rap my shit like the bible snap my shit crocadile meanwhile freestyle please wait on the dial Yeah just waiting Waiting till formation can form I represent until I reach the darkness of dawn In my uniform of consious I preach on your behavior and when in your final hour I shall reject beyond your savior Fucken word it Ain't nothing you can do to stop me. I letter A to Z so don't you get fucking cocky
The way RZA switched the drums up like that is crazy‼️‼️‼️‼️
One of RZAs best.
xmuscularghandix now watch her water break.
so many feelings as i listen to this in my recently new house which i built with my dad... after a long struggle both personal and professionally. here it is. it's yourz... finally!!! :D. wu tang forever, baby. IT'S YOURZ. what a soulful beat
crazy how when i spit some rhymes to this.. first thing i say is "machine gun rap"
For all my ni**@$ in the back Stadium packed
I always find it impossible to rhyme on Wu tang beats for that reason, I always end up spitting their verses, too legendary!
This beat was way before its time, sic beat yo
So before that the said time never came about. Nothing will ever beat what we witnessed at the time
And it’s before it’s time now
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, molest that
Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall
Packed, full bloom
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's Your's
Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo check it
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
The snare that starts at 0:12 is incredible. What a masterpiece.
There's something about this beat that brings a tear to my eye.
My g I'm feeling u
Its like a goodbye theme
THIS BEAT HERE IS LIKE THAT OLDSCHOOL BREAKDANCE & WHOO BANG COLLABE DREAM WAKING UP WITH TEARS OF HIPHOP RAP JOY... YUP YOUR RITE
Hip hop son.
Melancholic
OMGGGGG!! THIS BEAT IS ON POINT!! 90S music was the best!!!!
Is u wit that
That drums scheme is unheard of! Damn... My poor neck unprotected
Gotta Proteck Ya Neck Kid 💯
One of RZA’S BEST BEATS!!!! He should have a greatest hits album!!
To freestyle too
@@Detroitsteetpromos and Triumph as well
Best drum pattern in history.
Facts
One of the hottest beats back than and even now!!!!
This beat just feels like you're on top of the world and take a moment to apprechiate what you have accomplished in your life...
(Not that there's anything i have accomplished yet😂)
Don’t worry bro I’m feeling you there but great beat, love
Living can be an accomplishment no matter the situation it all affects us and challenges daily
I use this instru to set up any speakers ,home ,cars it's just the perfect song !!!
DOUBLE LP FOR WU-TANG CLAN
I swear RZA is a genius.....dope track...
As simple as this beat is and as common as the drum selection is, I've never heard them used this way. Pure Genius 🔥🔥🔥🔥
This beat is everything 🙌
fo Sho!!!! straight head bobbing...
The soundtrack to my first steps outside in the post-virus world. A blend of relief, happiness and extreme sadness for all that is gone.
I hear this beat and think about my life from childhood.
I hear this beat, and i see my childhood
No one‘s making iller beats than the RZA
If there will ever be a hall of fame for divine hip hop classic legend beatz, this is one of many rza beats in it...
Rza couldnt choose between the 2 types of kick n snares lol
That organ off the heezy
This is the best beat ever been made
Best beat of all-time
Check The Sick Shit; Explicit, I Crystalize The Rhyme So You Can Sniff It...!!! #Classic
True Master on the key. On his day he can craft beats as epic as RZAs
The Long Watcher fuck yes.. have you ever heard Fish from Ironman album? Shit go hard bro!
No RZA produced this joint right here. But True Master has dope cuts on this album as well.
If this instrumental played while my casket dropped youd see the casket shaking to the beat and if you got closer youd hear me INSIDE bangin the bass and snare and freestyling something bout
Let my casket drop like the ropes got chopped
shovel dirt on top cause in that box I'm not
My soul did lift - a hard paradigm shift
Like a dimensional rift - disintegrate like a mist
I rest alone dazed, face cold days,
Face pale, stale mate with a broke dame who only knows fame
Propane fuels my heart...I've known no pain
Like this...what lays behind my eye lids only see what I miss
Her wounds pierce my heart...my love is timeless
I sit & listen in the dark to silence
What more can she have in store for me?
Her spite surely stalks me...
an ominous orgy of hate brought fought by her awful army
Of misguided deeds...
I rise above & beyond my miguided needs.
Press on!
THIS BEAT IS STILL PURE STRAIGHT FIRE LIKE BECKY LYNCH AFTER 24 YEARS.
The Man
It's like a continuation of the intro beat of "Assassination Day" that RZA also produced.
Most hottest track in the world
Imagine Being The Wu-Member On The Song Hearing This Beat For The First Time..
They all was probably excited knowing RZA was on some other shit. But on the flip side I’m sure there was a few that was way out there they didn’t like as well.
Я слюни надую на щёку
I swear Wu-Tang had the best beats ever, Never gets old to me!!
nice beat men
my favorite rappers are rapping on this beat
Sitting back looking at the world spin around me/ who sees me?/ The life of a young girl is told by her eyes/ I dont wanna be the one hearing the lies/ She has been neglected/ Our brothers have been selcted/ One after the other justice will fall forward/ They will be accused and not given that award/ Jail time doesnt categorize life/ So please.. Hand me back that knife...
I am a scientist... scientifically the most genius beat ever put together, rawness, authenticity sound... Arguably the dopest hop beat ever, but musically.. bu di di di di diii, di di di beat it
Top 10 Hip-Hop Beats of All Time!!
Super freak physique
How does he even come up with this 🔥
Classic!!! So mad that this instrumental is hot man. 🤦🏽♂️ I love this. RZA was a fool for this one. Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan!!!
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Love coming from uk 🇬🇧 respect for this beat. Love it!!
THIS. SHIT. RIGHT. HERE.
Wu Tang Clan Classic Heat The Best Rap Group of All Time No Body Did it Better Word as Life Peace God
that is some straight up hip hop FUNK!! rza one of the best ever!!
NONE of this new shit can compare this OG shit....well may a couple.......
no equal to be found, profound on hollow ground
hellhound bound for now logic at my side
words collide with your essence, spot me flip it,
specific, I continue my rhymes just watch me rip it
we hit this, verbal gun fights we all destroy mics
deep insights, great heights preserve life
stand by, witness, i see weakness in ya iris,
ancient scrolls of papyrus say im ill,
osiris and me go way back we keep fat stacks,
enlighten yall peoples fast from first to last
bring that sick track back
I miss the Wu-Tang Saga already, and it just ended last week. I learned so much about them, that I didn't know. Wu-Tang has music that will never die. Throw those Ws up.
Thank you for making this beautiful composition
RZA's best
sad but fire
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in back...
It took me 20 years back ... thank you
So dope remember free style of this beat on a mix tape I did back then!
Man this f'n beat yo...damn takes me back to my 20's. This and Bells of War...mean.
Best Instrumental on WU-Forever (than Heaterz), top 2 from RZA
hard ass beat
That Drum pattern is simple but legendary.
That Snare @0:13 too. Masterpeice
Japanese tree's imported from thieves cut a man by his tongue rolling with the gritty one,it's the attack of the hour shots from the tower, with the force horse power of a hundred thousand miles in hour , strong men cowere at the presence of the great one must be the god rza you know where i'm coming from, redrum is just a fluke, outside keep your eyes wide and better be prepare to shoot when the shit pops off I'd be the better man quick as they come should of came with a better plan son of sam
Read the sentence, hold the question, my mind reloads then molds into the wessun,my krew don't give a fuck we like Kilos to fiends blow the whole section, no resting, living nxt to reality got my dome stressing, so I keep fighting intellegence my only weapon, and this Hennessy ain't nothing but a blessing
killer beat nice memories
I take that seareusly
@@davantebaptiste6694 of course dude
A beast from the east, I rep resolution to the havoc, it's tragic, that crimes go unsolved with bodies wrapped in plastic, with the m-i-c in hand, I spit spastic, a spiritual lyrical flow for intergalactic, communication the rhyme that your facing, are displacing space and time your hearts racing, but not need for hype I don't walk by sight, my flow was founded in truth, the brightest light.
Heaven Yes
RZA
WU BANGA
I killed a sacred dragon in my crib as a baby like Hercules. Lyrically my squad is honored just like Elijah Muhammad. This year my rhymes are going to travel across the globe like telephone wire's. Vocals so strong they can reverse the curse's of Dracula. The media trying to make ppl of color look like villains so society can play Batman. I'm the last lyricist of today's genesis. Erupt on song's like a human volcano. Lay my vocals down like black top. My lyrics create a windchill that can freeze a human body. In the booth if your lyrics are trash these rappers go missing like Jimmy Hoffa. The embarrassment from their corny ass lyrics.
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, molest that
Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall
Packed, full bloom
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's Your's
Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo check it
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, molest that
Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall
Packed, full bloom
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's Your's
Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo check it
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)
Wack mcs can't rhyme in the same studio as us. Lyrically my shit motivates the whole planet. Going against us is like trying to walk a tight rope with no legs. You won't win. Come talk a walk with Walter. Every time i rhyme i bless the instrumental. Only you can save yourself from being failure in life. Close friends killed or locked up from chasing street fame. It's a black cloud over the hood no one is save from. The man with a mind to teach a whole nation.
I made this beat for RZA.
Love how when people rhyme to clan tracks they exercise there vocabulary. Marvelous
Fire!
Classic
it makes the matrix look rational/ im finding new wordls of skill / yall opposite of neo you took the blue pill / i dont kill unless im drawn to it / last week i had three niggas urging me to do it / but ya know what? bailed and left the niggas stripped bare nude / now im forced to live life in solitude / but my minds sane from saving the dude / my minds bolted shut like a bolt im screwed / first time you came up the whole crowd booed / im like a pirate i take the booty when i sail with my crew.
Koning, keizer, admiraal
SWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!HEATHER B!!!!!!TRACI G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Machine gun rap
i spit the shit sends the block insane
sittin in a v12 playing chocolate rain
like an xobx all i do is play
i'm coming back like the rock to put you dudes away
your grills wack shit looks like tooth decay
What a beat
Didn't swizz beats get inspired by this beat to make hits like its me. Snitches
... useful land ...
I think like the man behind a register evergreen smokin estates divine and power made me treasurer…
Lewis Jessica Moore Christopher Williams Donna
I can do this shit forever. Plotin bout the day we can overcome the wrath of the better. Your slacks and your leathers can't Jack with my shredders. Putted in the blender with som smacked up contenders. I back up the vendors. Who rack up pretenders. Put em in a acid bath n now I'm feeling better. Now its time to break thmufukin silence. Group of rich ass peeps who corporate with violence.addictions what they hand out. So we clients. Callin up your doc like he was big friendly giant. RC.
switch those two hah read the second first
peace
haha i got a verse to this beat.. check it out on my profile
Rza
wow i dont want to even rap on this im just gona sit back n listen to the beat!!!
ESSE 13 WE THE LAST STARFIGHTERS THAT RIGHT ESSE BIG BAD L.W.O THE END .
Who remember fabolous spittin on this?
smoke a blunt listen to the beat cant front on the track so u take a seat listen wit open ears for itmay bring u tears for it is real hiphop u hear o dear sincere i fear the day hiphop would die but i confide in underground all the unfound talent blazin pages wit a pen wanna battle jus tell em where and when n then you can sit down and die or stand upand fight find the light while im blazin this mic i would loan my own blood sweat and tears to bring back bigL,tupac,guru,pun, and B-I-G cant u see
I'm a hawk in the sky; watch the force of my wings fly
An eye for an eye is the only way I live by
At times I look at myself as the dead guy
Cause life can get pretty when you gaze in deaths eye
Not being gritty but it was how I was taught
Cause real men run for they dreams while the cowards'll walk
Outlined in chalk; my bodies just a sketch in my mind
Trying do things right but God left me behind
Now I'm space traveling till the time exhaust
An eye for an eye , whats mine; itz yours
If you look up what is rap this best explains it all
Uh king of the title
rap my shit like the bible
snap my shit crocadile
meanwhile
freestyle
please wait on the dial
Yeah just waiting
Waiting till formation can form
I represent until I reach the darkness of dawn
In my uniform of consious
I preach on your behavior
and when in your final hour I shall reject beyond your savior
Fucken word it
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me.
I letter A to Z so don't you get fucking cocky
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I REPRESENT TIL I MEET
THE DARKNESS OF DAWN
💪
я слюни надую на щеку!!!!
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