i tried making a well sounding Eminem instrumental, I think I did a good job tbh (you can still hear the adlibs a bit but not much, it's better than nothing) Enjoy, :)
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was If you could spit, then you could spit That's it, that's what it was Back when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin' Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raft For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped Then you hype, 'cause you last And you might whoop some ass If you lost, then you lost Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like The only source of life When the mics used to mean something, a four was like You were the shit, now it's like the least you get Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit Four and a half or five Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino Shit I don't even think you realize You're playing with motherfuckers' lives I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic Probably 'cause I was on it Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why You let that bitch give me that bullshit review I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too *Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we through No more Source for street cred, them days is dead Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed You don't know me or my motherfucking mother You motherfucking punk Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about, yea? Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there To try to eat off him because you missed your boat You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're bored now I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door down Bitch this is war now, and you'll never beat me All you do is cheat me out of Quotables But you know that you'll always see me On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yea So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks We'll never fold or hold back, just know that Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his name He'll never blow jack You're better off tryin to bring RSO back Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay Locked in his own office Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'da Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what? Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit, exclusive Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with this Use it, I'm through, this is stupid I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this And who you callin a bitch... bitch? You OWE me
Lyrics It's all bad now, man, it's all bad But y'all done fucked up now Yeah! Haha! New shit! Ayo, I just want, the whole world to know That I did not start this, but I will finish it Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was If you could spit, then you could spit That's it, that's what it was Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin' Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed Then you hype, 'cause you last And you might whoop some ass if you lost, then you lost Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like our only source of light When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like You were the shit, now it's like the least you get Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas Or Benzino shit, I don't even think you realize You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic Probably 'cause I was on it Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin' I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why You let that bitch give me that bullshit review I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too Fuck a relationship! We through! No more Source to street cred, them days is dead Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother You motherfuckin' punk! Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna talk about some shit That you don't know about, yeah? Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there To try to eat off him because you missed your boat You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me All you do is cheat me out of Quotables But you know that you'll always see me on your TV 'Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the morning To see your video played once on BET So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks We'll never fold or hold back Just know that Benzino's wack No matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave They completely brainwashed him, and forced him to stay Locked in his own office Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'd Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what? Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, exclusive Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid You know what to do with this Use it, I'm through, this is stupid I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this And who you callin' a bitch, bitch? You owe me!
@@instrumentalmaker6082 that’s no cap 🧢 Eyy still it was a good one better than the damn remakes. Your sounded very clear especially with headphones. No 🧢 Have a great year man :) ❤️
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped
Then you hype, 'cause you last
And you might whoop some ass
If you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even think you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably 'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll always see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his name
He'll never blow jack
You're better off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me
Epic.
God like. I just post it too . I hadn't noticed it's already here
I've been looking for this since forever. I've just subscribed to your channel. Break a leg.
Thank you so much! :)
This track is a ride out track.. rappers don't know how to approach this type of track now days..
its good enough bro, nice work
Appreciated!
Imagine this instrumental being on Jam fight for New York
great work 👌🏿
Thank you! :)
man you did a good job!!!!!
Bpm?
Lyrics
It's all bad now, man, it's all bad
But y'all done fucked up now
Yeah! Haha! New shit!
Ayo, I just want, the whole world to know
That I did not start this, but I will finish it
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap
For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed
Then you hype, 'cause you last
And you might whoop some ass if you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in
The Source was like our only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas
Or Benzino shit, I don't even think you realize
You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably 'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five
Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin'
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
Fuck a relationship! We through!
No more Source to street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head
Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother
You motherfuckin' punk!
Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad
Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit
That you don't know about, yeah?
Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll always see me on your TV
'Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the morning
To see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah
So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back
Just know that Benzino's wack
No matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack
You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him, and forced him to stay
Locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'd
Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, exclusive
Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid
You know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin' a bitch, bitch? You owe me!
Can I use this for my next song? One of the best diss instrumentals evet
Of course!
pls dont ruin the song
@@bumbum3023 😂😂 right
@@bumbum3023 😂
I’ll rap off this all day. Shits 🔥
Just subbed
Thank you Brad!
I kinda hear Eminem’s voice lol
Yeah I couldn't fully get rid of it, but it's the official instrumental, the other ones were only a remake :)
@@instrumentalmaker6082 that’s no cap 🧢
Eyy still it was a good one better than the damn remakes. Your sounded very clear especially with headphones. No 🧢
Have a great year man :) ❤️
Mike tyson brought me here