[FREE] J. Cole x Kendrick Lamar x JID Type Beat ~ âWalls Can Talkâ
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[FREE] J. Cole x Kendrick Lamar x JID Type Beat ~ âWalls Can Talkâ
[FREE] J. Cole x Kendrick Lamar x JID Type Beat ~ âWalls Can Talkâ
[FREE] J. Cole x Kendrick Lamar x JID Type Beat ~ âWalls Can Talkâ
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0:00 - Intro
0:47 - Freestyle
3:39 - Outro - Hudba
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If these walls could talk?
I'd ask to hear a story
What would it consist of?
Sadness, fear & glory
Love wit hate & anger
See the past appear before me
Between Knowing and confusion
"Bro, you have to hear Satori"
I'll match the territory
Either done it or I seen it
Been around the block & back
Who want it to be scenic?
A lot of what I been through?
Hard to stomach, you bulimic
And I'm truly nothing special
Just know too much inconvenience
Never had a silver spoon
I'm more akin to plastic
With a tendency to break the law
Or more would' been attracted
Played the moron, been a ratchet
And the poor one that adapted
Now I got the legs to stand on
I'm a born-again arachnid
Not ya normal interaction
I just like to keep my distance
Been acquainted wit betrayal
Wont be none of these conditions
I'm not one to be too friendly wit
We cool, I peep positions
If you tryna make a play or something off?
I'll feed convictions
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Bro ive peeped hundreds of verses on instrumentals but this is the only one that ive ever fucked with
@@kiarnwade1079 preciate ya homie
You got anything recorded my g cause id be down too run up the plays for you g
@@kiarnwade1079 i gotta bunch of old shit. I was on more gangsta type shit back then. I dont try to be on that so much now tho. Gotta few tracks on my CZcams page. The better shit on SoundCloud tho. Got my studio equipment stolen when i went up the road in '17 so I cant retrieve the music to upload on CZcams.
The shift, can you sense it? You will.
Read my verse bro. I just saw ur name and that shit blew my mind for a sec
Hard ass name btw
Preciate itâ gang @@AetherialSatori
@@Arachnid-scribe Already!
Yes felt it as soon as I woke up this rising
Good stuff man this is a hit maker I hope youâre doing great and keep it coming man đ
Appreciate it!
Lo mejor que he escuchado desde hace mucho tiempo
No words!đ„đ„đ„đ„
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I used to to think I was too weak
To speak my mind about anything
Until I realize ima man and I have to stand on my own two feet
Even if it leads me to looking up
Or down or between where my height stands at
Eye to eye
I let my thoughts rip like I had constant brain farts that riffs
Sounding off at the mouth being long winded
And thereâs nothing you can tell me Iâm gone with the wind
If I sense your lies and smell your demise a foot away
Ima strong man I block entries like I stood in Walmart door ways
With a knight stick at hand and a flashlight hoping I catch you
With a beam leaving you to freeze like playing freeze tag
And wishing you try me
Because whatâs inside Iâm guarding it with my life
Which is my family
And I ainât scared anymore Lord
For the sermon you gave me
Through pastor Lewis
Who is my mentor through your blessing blessing me to see your word in a different angle
Of being a Giant Killer like David
And donât be afraid of them
But prepare for them by making sure if one dies the others will go with him
And use what I have as weapons
My gifts and talents but first change my character
To be just like David
Cause even though Iâm counted as small I stand tall
With my head lifted to you as My God
And for that Iâm forever grateful
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Why it always seem like as I get older
The world just getting hotter but colder
The lord done blessed me with the heart of a soldier
My sleeves stained in purple
And each stang so hurtful
But I just breakdown my problems and then I roll em n light em
Ion battle with my demons i throw parties to invite em
If I keep on tryna drown em with this liquor
Bad spirits gonna only make em bigger
My past as dark as a shadowy figure
What im supposed to be pure? Well how do ya figure
Not gon lie yo I might just be triggered
Might just have to scratch my itchy finger on this trigger
0:48
Can you make this beat a verse longer if needed?
I think i found the John R. Dilworth of producers đ„
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I sit in my space I call a room.
I scroll through my mind to channel energies of doom, because lately I been feeling kinda cramped. Like my Skelton is tryna escape freeee. Ă but my skin ain't moving an inch to let it breathe.
As I panick my heart racing, sweet dripping, down my face. Walls morphing,
They chanting, take some moreeeee, take some morreeee, as I sprial out of control, these flows and sounds grab ahold of my soul and pull. So up I go, like a star radiating and igniting the sky making people awe, what a surprise to feel alive, when inside I feel myself hide. Ducked away for no problems I want today. I sit and wait, study the game, and the people that act smug but usually lame.... awaiting to be picked up for the estatic release is bliss, I switch pitch, foes awake in the ditch. With me still standing over them with a stick, I empty the clip. Because fuck it, pull out the blunt and spark it. As the smoke touches my brain, sparks combust. Old gears turn and creations made.
I find I cause the best sound waves. When out on sea, going up and down, with endless life all around. Ponder the truth as we humans surely have no clue... I use to sniff blues now they stack for me to spend and waste like my breathe on these snakes. I am tryna find my place, but my face misshaped. In the moonlight when it's late is when I contemplate. My appetite leaves a clean plate. I am comming to clean the slate with your remains, I am comming hard inside her internal array, secrets spoken to walls for they hear my call as they close. Seal my fate for when I reach the gate, I place my hand and ask amends for mistakes. Yet i have yet to fully reach light and to be on both sides just feels right, to balance and master might. As my pen smite those who feel bold, just crawl back under the rock I have nothing to expose other than what you may oppose. A puppet on strings, pull tight, my arm swings, catch ya in the jaw, as you clench your paws, you just a dog, gonna show you the master mind to how to hang high, as I take the cord of this mic, and arrange it around ya tight, suffocate and choke. For my timid design where patience as no end, is kinda thinning as my bloods thickening, I have grown quite sickening..
I sit in my space I call a room.
I scroll through my mind to channel energies of doom, because lately I been feeling kinda cramped. Like my Skelton is tryna escape freeee. Ă but my skin ain't moving an inch to let it breathe.
Lately I been fucking with myself,
With my mental and it fucking with my health,
It done made me go put it on the shelf,
But still Iâm cooking I ainât put it out to sell,
I just wrote it up to patch it,
They try tell me I should put it up and batch it,
Keep cooking up that magic,
I gotta make a song outta this beat, you killed it
Glad you like it!
I'll write it if you record it
@@miitheartist1164 you ainât familiar with my game đ all honesty I donât have a setup to record
@@miitheartist1164 this all I got for now
0:12
If walls could talk what would they say?
Probably get up and make a change
Locked in? No boxed inside this frame
They paint me in, I canât escape
0:24
No goals, made some ages ago
Make dough, save most
Rinse and repeat
Came close, fell face first
From the peak
Learned life donât flow
As easily
As you may wish for it to be
@@Lucasgoetz1220 whatđ±đ±đ± that'sđ„đ„đ„đ„. And it's fkn real. That's all that matters. We can definitely figure out something to make happen.
Iâve been writing on type beats for a while now, been dropping some sick music itâs just hard to get people to listen đźâđš
Keep writing bro the talented will have our day in the sun just wait
frr i just started to get a lil bit of attention on bandlab, i wish the best for youđ
Giá» chĂnh lĂ thá»i kĂŹ bĂŁo hoĂ
i'll record a song on this
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(hook x2)
They'll be much to say
And much to hear
If these wall could talk
If these walls could talk
(Verse)
I'm talking whole conversations
bout different situations
They may not have the answers
but they see the complications
They've seen a lot of love
and they seen a lot of hating
They've seen a lot of pain
punched holes, and then repainted
They ain't seen a lot of patience
But they see these boundaries breaking
They see a lot of real s***
They see a lot of faking
They've seen a lot of us
and they seen a lot of nothing
When walls are building up
And then at the point of crumbling
.......
I write lines and let the sheet-rock
Reinforced for the flames
when I let this heat drop
While y'all committing travesties
for Jordan's and some Reeboks
I'm on a different plane
and from this place, I have to detox
This is so good and I just used it to see how it would go.
It's epic. You should probably record itâ€đ
â@@adeizaomeiza7611You created a masterpiece yourself. The only way I would record it, is if it's with you. #TheCode
Mf just shifted my aura
back in homeland i had nowhere to stay
my daddy's skin used to flay,
my momma's hair turned grey
and i wait and sit for whatever may
leave me stranded,
hurt without a blanket,
my dick i couldn't wank it
oh how much sadness?
the trenches i lived in
streets i was built in,
were gone, i hope its been
a good life for you, and anything that brews,
wine, whisky, whistler
rich men eat sizzlers,
may they rest in pieces for what they did to us
god damn if i would've had the lust,
for power, and momma peeling off the crust,
i would have had her, had she not been left,
abdrupt.
do you think that i wanted this life?
hell no, i wanted to fly kites,
in suburbia, please
the fleas killed me,
ended me,
branded me and worked me for a company.
5 years 6 bands total,
payed for food but man im still mortal,
worked like a machine, in the water is snortled,
and snorted coke in the back of a corridor
and if those walls could talk,
they'd leave me to sleep,
in pools of my lies and my deciet,
i let these fingers bleed,
i carry the finishing beeds,
to a warehouse, work again in creeds
let me fucking breathe,
this factory job fucking kills me,
my company car gets keyed,
i sleep on the street.
this rap this is all i had one time i plead
planted a seed of hope
i caught ropes that no man needs,
thank you for leaving me be.
now look at spire
a man to admire,
is what the fans say, respire
all this hollywood shit spits like a geyser
and lets be real they dont care,
i rock down with a signal flare,
yet labels fuck me over,
its over,
my lucky clover,
i hope to god that this shit gets over
i wish i rode those rovers
like those other rappers
i sit in the back lines with fappers
i complain too much, wish i'd been seen.
selfish poor man is still dead to me.
i have money and fame,
and call the guys i work with trash,
i say im the goat
the other rappers laugh
and then they flash
a random woman on the road,
thats on role model that i gotta choke,
and if these walls could talk,
they call me a horrible person,
i dont deserve this fame,
the other that live with purpose should,
and yet i look in a mirror and call myself right,
funny how a loser like me can sleep at night,
all these other rappersd tried i didn't,
look at me i got fried
and now im sitting at the bottom, lower than rainbow head dreaded fuckin condoms,
maybe now i can see
that these walls talk, and they speak of me.
(meant to tell the story of a man that wants to fit in by telling fake stories.)
Iâm the next big artist of our generation
My cracked screen just make the photo art look worse
i'd love to see it look like that lol
Is my music trash ? Iâll stop right now
I freestyle all my songs
If my songs trash Iâm gay ,if they not Iâm not đ
Late at night drinking
Same old story always told
Oh you know? Well tell me how so,
Aye aye
Used to be a young kidd (too!)
Back in my day aye