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Underrated song🔥🔥🔥

damn, man. I know it's not possible to have Biggie without him, but _shut up, Puff._ damn. it's like little droplets of spittle on a freshly coated Cadillac or something. still dope for sure, but not AS.

I grew up ruff like buck wheat's hair. You can hate me all you want. My lyrics motivate the whole planet. The media is full of dirty tricks only believe what you saw and never what you heard. I put my heart and soul in the verse so you can see the picture I'm painting. I'm not a rapper i write poetry that just happens to rhyme. My opposition shall remain nameless. My verses on any instrumental are alway necessary. Full focused and my energy heavily protected not distracted by non sense. I'm not a king I'm one of the people. Just because your from the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow. Forget about my appearance my soul and spirit will live forever after I'm dead and gone.

Great

Growing up ruff what you know about being the man of the house at 16. Pops nowhere to be find. I had to learn as a went even taught myself how to cook. Watch your friends some of them might not really have love for you like you would think. My lyrics motivate the planet. Didn't like some of my past rhymes so not when i write my rhymes I'm fighting with my pen. I know i can do better. Over the years i lost so many of my peers and shed so many tears. Rest in peace. God bless dead. One love.

Beat is good, but what made the song suck was Eminem's monotonous singing. He should have hired a singer for the chorus.

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Verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black male living in hell when will we prevail Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this Thug's Life Stayin' strapped, forever trapped in this drug life God help me, 'cause I'm starvin', can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Misled from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark Couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home... on my block [Richie Rich & 2Pac mini skit once again] [Verse 3] And I can't help but wonder why So many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's in a drive-by Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside 'Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone, them crack pipes All up and down the block exterminatin' black life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor Gamin' the hoochies hopin' I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world, stayin' strapped Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losin' focus... on my block

This a house hold beat

This beat is very uneek

mine better

Yeah Mark ass foul niggaz Time ta jack back on dat azz, Mayn, see? Got granted ta be a gangsta, runnin thu streets like Lukas, suited up like Luciano, Lil bit of yall not know, how ima glow, im like Nino, n Soprano, the head honcho, either thu niggaz mafia black hand back to thu dope, thu cane, n my hoes hot though, Killin fo dough, Im doped up, Bitches suckin from my pimp cup, Used ta trick hoes shit up, Splittin hookers shitter, I hate when bitches aint down Just like ms. Liberty My hand is up, With middle finger sayin fuck liberty Now im lil bit bitter Ima greedie, Cant fuck with a nigga needy, Hustlin uptown in thu city, Cut it up to fuck it off plenty, profit Cus dem tricks, fiends shitty, No badges fo dead man layin in the coffin I was fucked by thu henny, Thu remy got me stuff, Off thu soft paper stacks, ive stole from thu projects, either they hustlin, them bitches aint wet, When im back, Im the prime suspect, Anyways, Dum freaks lame, With no bills to even borrow a jeep until tomorrow It'll be a payback cus every dollar they fucked with me fo, Bitch, if i kill ya nigga Just know dat shit I wont be feelin no sorrow or sympathy Cus dat nigga probably a bitch.. Fool you foul, Now watch ya fuckin ugly ass mouth Talkin shit u dont know bout thu south, uh For that cheap talk, shit, I got hundred niggas burnin on saunas No mo hoe hopin, Keep her head bobbin, While she suckin, Im the kingpin, smokin leaks, Blunts spliffs, Hangin niggas by them trees, Sellin weed like brocoli, Playin foul niggas ass, oddly Cus they stuck in this ghetto monopoly, By thu time i was hustlin, Considered my glock, A gods gift, Now its murder When this niggas want beef, They get stabbed from thu back Cus them streets dont pay my way Got um drinkin the fifth, While im flirtin, Dum bitches is all about my dick Big macks feel me, Thugs wanna kill me, Straight hustlin could get a well paid nigga ta peel me, Dat shit is like dat, every single day, Bangin, fore prices rise i cop what they want, so i can trick um, Stick um, smoke um fore i buck um, Cus these bucks, They get not, Whenever im around Hangin, bangin, My 9 milimeter bringin death through bullet sounds, Thats why that shit serious, When these bustas get none but their ass peeled Keep dum mommas buryin my enemies thinkin im straight real Yall should hate thu fact fore yo suicidal n shit Nigga, im kickin thu facts on thu streets n these bustas get killed Just ta let ya know, so... My mood rude, duke My arms be thu reason for thu bloddy crimes they show on the news I though u fools knew Macs n dons wanna be mcs, I cookin raw meat, Yall need to glimpse, that deep Im hard ta kill, Yall slave niggas follow rules that leads to dumb moves Plus im still too smooth Bitch Im on thu amored jeep Runnin street shit like a g, Dollar bills after thu pain, The rain is dark, Thu pain is deep, I hate these niggas tryin ta hustle on their own Thats why I had to ass fuck them chicks forcibly, so i was back ta blaze some bitch shit, cus i was back, on my own zone, These niggas bitches left them hoes alone, Them hoes on my bone, They suck me off in exhange of my filthy riches Straight bottom up, huns Fuck gettin crumbs from thu game, bitch dat dumb shit doesnt bring no fun Now these niggas fucked in the hood I brings drama Nigga, its on

Play this with the killshot instrumental maybe you'll think it kinda works

i appreciate everything you do OP i can't thank you enough

Pancada de mais! ❤

Moksha is a term in Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, and Sikhism that can mean liberation, emancipation, release, or nirvana. In Hinduism, it's the ultimate goal of an individual and is defined as freedom from the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, also known as samsara.

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I feel like, and I genuinely don’t know where I got this thought from, but Kendrick would do this beat brilliantly, not as good as Em tho

2024 y sigo sintiendo lo mismo!!! hermosoo

[Intro: JID] Smokin' trees, I’m ridin' 'round Come to my side of town Lately, it’s been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (Look, uh, look) [Verse 1: JID] All of my niggas gon' ride with it In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond Mama told me the power was in the tongue But it probably ain't powerful as a gun All of you little cowards get devoured, I’m givin’ out flowers to anyone I ain't been out the house in a minute ’cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature I been mindin' my business, I’m business-minded I been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister Try to pray and rеpent in a synagogue or a mosque, a tеmple, a church Them brown skin's sentiment niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (Forty-eight) My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank He made, he say they play, they gotta partake Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R-rated Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy Ya lucked up once, then ya doubled up I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up Cover up, bundle up, batter up (Batter up) Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up I can put her pussy on the platter like a platypus Nappy-head nigga, hair natted up I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) 4batz 'act ii: date @ 8' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Chorus: Eminem] If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) That scares the fuck out of you [Verse 2: Eminem] For a couple decades (Brrt) Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt) From that day that I met Dre (Brrt) So you liable to catch strays (Brrt) From the second you press play (What?) I suggest they (What?) Do not test like an essay (Why?) 'Cause like where my homies out west stay (Yeah) We can just say (What?) I'm like an R-A-P-E-R (Yeah) Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh) Wait, he didn't just spell the word "rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep) R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie And Pac, both of y'all should be living (Yep) But I ain't tryna beef with him (Nope) 'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him" And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (Nah) Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (Yeah) I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting Call me "obesity" (Why?) You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah) Used to be yea tall, then I grew a little each day 'til I became God Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo) My new Benz better than your truck by far Bitch, suck my balls You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (Yeah) But if the whole world was out to get you (What?) It'd turn you to a powder keg too Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots like (Look out, brrt) And that ain't no sound effect (Woo) Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose I don't condone gun violence at schools (Nah) But I can't get these voices out my head (Hey, Marshall, kill, kill, kill) They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup Got the most content on the continent And constant compliments give me confidence (I'm a) A cross of common sense and incompetence (Uh) I'm cognizant that conflict's a consequence (What?) Of accomplishments accomplished through competition I've conquered and conked 'em into unconsciousness Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (Woo, my bad) Nobody's sixteens are touching These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffin No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin' But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes Shoot 'em all then, if you think you're fuckin' with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishing [Chorus: Eminem] If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) That scares the fuck out of you

thx.. BPM?

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Audio Isolation - Where I'm From - Jayceon Terrell Taylor The Game [Produced By Focus 3Dots] [Year: 2005] [Album: The Documentary] [Official Music Video]

I Love It, Great Work! ✌🏾🤩

Wow! I always thought he was a genius, as far as rhyming goes, but I had never heard him without his back tracks, so I did not know what he sounds like. This is so cool. I love his voice!

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Audio Isolation - Don't Need Your Love - Jayceon Terrell Taylor The Game Feat Faith Evans [Produced By Dr. Dre & Havoc] [Year: 2005] [Album: The Documentary] [Official Music Video]

the horns are so beautiful

I tried to be me, but you tired of seeing me Dont know what they see in me, if i was you I'd envy And empty, every shell, every cartridge, id spark sh** Lets go toe to toe, just to see whos the hardest Cause hardly you scare me, you barely a threat The Martian, precaution, its off with, your offspring And i suggest, that u watch ur mouth when ur talking Or get ya router cut off and see nothing but dark screen Im in the dark wing, with sharp wings, the darkling Swamp thing, on the run like a Gronk TD, from a military swat team Whos in ya top 5, cause its time for an edit You see who made the cast soon as you roll the credits And obvious, ive been the loch ness, since Hot 6 Monsta, shoot all over the track like Contra Contract that i make contact, make it compact Thought he was a boomerang, the way the (boom) (bang) spun him back Stuck in that pu tang, when ni**** outside the house with butane Turn them picket fences into blue flames, thats vengeance who needs Bruce Wayne Dude strange But dude tough, dont get it fu**** up, these hands are certified to leave ya air supply diversified

To live and die in L.A. Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us niggas hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin' Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark Cold-hearted 'bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream A hard lesson, court cases keep me guessin' Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin' Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen Making money off of cuss words, writin' again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down sunset, likin' the scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga? Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail [Val Young (2Pac):] (My angel sing) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (And the angels go) You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see (To live and die in L.A.) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see [2Pac:] It's the City of Angels and constant danger South Central L.A. can't get no stranger Full of drama, like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail I swear, the pen right across from hell I can't cry, 'cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinking Cali just fun and bitches Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggas copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love women 'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in him We might fight amongst each other But I promise you this: we'll burn this bitch down Get us pissed, to live and die in L.A.

Would It Be Possible To Do The Tales From The Hood Album?

Assieds toi, j’vais t’parler comme il faut T’as l’habitude avec ta meuf jsais pas lequel a plus de defauts En même temps, faut dire, tu faisais pas beaucoup d’efforts Quand tu baisais avec Emma tu disais j’t’aime trop mi amor Ouais je sais qu’c’est faux Entre les mensonges et les crasses Les crari , les remis et les masques A esquiver ses phases et dechiffrer les messages Sans parler des gaffes ou tu racontais des bails tu merittais des baffes Toujours avec la même meuf c’est pire que du libertinage Tu t’en tires plutôt pas mal Pas comme Remi chut j’vais t’mettre a mal Si ça continue, j’crois que j’vais incendier vabre Vachement déterminé Remi a 4 redoublements pour valider un taff En soirée c’est PFFFFF au lieu d’pecjo fait que tirer des taff Pd, Barca tu peux pas venir c’est un enfer T’es parents t’interdisent comme si t’étais une merde Tu t’remeytra d’ca avec une dolipranne dans l’fion En plus d’avoir un sextoy t’as la bite de ton daron

My fav beat in all of hip hop

4:04 ♥️ sax

Perfect demo Jam.

Ay man nice try but u can hear them in the background 😂

999 general(1) big cuzzin sent me🙏🏾✍🏾

Greatest intro to a rap album ever

Thanks this helped me prove that I’m a better r rapper than my friends

What do u use? Thanks

Banger

can I buy this instrumental and how much is it to buy

1k views and no comments!?

This is actually very vood quality!

The only good thing about this song is that cheech and chong sample

The eerie vocals in the background are so pleasant to listen to

We all got recommended this 2 years later huh

[Intro: Eminem & Traci Nelson, Eminem] Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and- The devil came to Michigan Oh, shit Fuck Fuckin' PC police Fuck [Verse 1: Eminem] Gen Z, here they come now (Now) 'Bout to unload rounds (Brrt) Pronouns (Shit) Got me like, "Woah now" (Woah) Homie, let's slow down (Chill) No need to get so wound (Man) Ready to throw down (Yo) If I mispronounce (Thee, them) Whoops (Sorry), oh wow Got heterosexuals crammin' 'em down our throats now (He, she, they, them) Like I'm gettin' snow-plowed My humor's too low-brow (Yup) Yeah, so there's no doubt (Nope) You 'bout to get grossed out (Ugh) But fuck it though, somebody needs to come and hit the reset button Back to 2003 'cause how did we get stuck in This woke BS? I'm tryna make it regress, fuck 'em And I don't regret nothin' that's 'bout to be said, so fuck it, we can keep headbuttin' Still a grade-A prick, but the same way (What?) Cobain put the gauge to his brain, I'm goin' out with a bang, ayy (Yeah) Dang, Dre Look what you made me do, maybe you the one they should blame, they Say they wish that I wasn't so angry (Yeah) Don't wanna see me goin' off the deep end like Ye, ayy (No, nah) Rather see me do like Kim Kardashian, they say (Yeah) Yeah, and find a way to get rid of all of this rage, ayy (Haha) But if you wonder, "Why is Marsh considered the harshest spitter?" (Why?) 'Cause I can spit a bar like it's a Cross between Nas and GZA, Biggie Smalls, and RZA So hard, Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj'll scissor (Cut it out) You're still the press's wet dream (Yeah) Too many head shrinks (Oh) My head thinks foul, I've said things when jesting They should arrest me for my testes (Ah) The biggest in the South, West, East, North and catch be (Ah) Evidence swept clean With extreme lengths and steps being took to suppress things (Why?) Try not to get seen With Ben Affleck, me, and Seth Green hangin' on to the left wing Of Jeffrey Epstein's jet screamin', "Hey, don't forget me" (Haha) Shady as Bill, takin' the pill and putting it in your soft drink (Ah) Something's off and I don't know what the cause be (Yeah) But it's obvi', this water I'm in is scalding Ominous thoughts creep in my head and it's not me They brainwashed me (Marshall, Marshall) And that's all she wrote, yeah, that's why they call me [Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson] Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Men, women, and children (One more time, come on) His name is Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Whores, men, women, and children (Yeah) [Verse 2: Eminem] Knock, knock (Who's there?), boo (Boo who?) Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you (Woah) Well, bitch, I'm tryna get some head up in this Subaru But you have no clue what you doin', do you? You fall asleep or somethin'? Hello, yoo-hoo Wake up, fake slut, I'm out of here, screw you What, did you drop dead in my lap? You call that head? I suck my dick better than you do, haha Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (What?) But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill" Antichrist, how come you can't be nice? Look who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy (Huh) But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty? Next idiot ask me is getting his ass beat worse than Diddy did **** But on the real, though (What?) She probably ran out the room with his fuckin' dildo (Come here) He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (No) Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (Ew, ah, the fuck? Yeah) Got nightmares, goin' Freddy on me (Why?) 'Cause they steady haunt me (Yeah, oh) Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (Bread) Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me But fuck the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting Head is probably whacked and it's warped like Jack Kevork' Performin' sexual acts with a corpse If they don't like it, like a necrophiliac in the morgue (What?), fuck everybody (Haha, yeah) I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose (What?) Parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (What?) To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the will in you (Woo) 'Cause now my shit slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (Why?) I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (Nah) Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you (Yeah) Your hides, I tanned 'em like bicycles built for two Stickin' a clip in the Uz' that I've been itchin' to use, lookin' like Nikolas Cruz My trigger's happy, it's ticklish, true, Travis Bickle 'em too, we gettin' rude This shit'll go sideways like you're tippin' a canoe, bitch, I'm sick as the flu (Bitch) How the fuck are you gonna fit in my shoes? Look at my views, all the shit I've been through So, sympathy, I don't have any for you, stickin' it to all you idiots who Take my lyrics a little bit too literal, you can all suck on my dick and if you Don't wanna get ripped, better get the fuck back, bitch, I'm here to do what Dre sent me to do (What?) That's sinfully get to spitting this shit, devil in me and I do his bidding, his name is [Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson] Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Sluts, whores, men, women, and children (One more time, what's my name?) His name is Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Skanks, sluts, whores, men, women, and children [Outro: Bizarre] You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil You wanna-

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!

Em is the only who can destroy careers without music and lungs

Uh', going in on this instrumental, I can't rock with you, like this shit is some heavy metal, I know the devil got my back, and i be trynna tell you, But I'm just trynna get rich, i gotta soul to sell you, Uh, god closed the door, the devil opened it, Money make a nigga change, on some broke shit, Run up a dollar, hit the bank, I'm on some Jody shit, Born broke, die rich, i gotta goal to hit, But i can't change, if i don't make a change quick, Money comes in different colors, it ain't racist, October 18, i know i lost my favorite, This shit get deeper then the ocean, like I'm seasick,