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Eminem - The Ringer Instrumental (Reprod. By Osva J)
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- čas přidán 14. 08. 2024
- Eminem - The Ringer Instrumental (Reprod. By Osva J) W/MP3
This Remake Does Not Contain Samples From The Original Song!
No Copyright Infringement Intended.
Original Producer: Eminem, Ronny J & IllaDaProducer
MP3 Download: www.mediafire.c...
Disclaimer: Eminem - The Ringer has been used for educational purposes in accordance with
Eminem's Kamikaze Album Tracklist
1. "The Ringer"
2. "Greatest"
3. "Lucky You" featuring Joyner Lucas
4. "Paul (Skit)"
5. "Normal"
6. "Em Calls Paul (Skit)"
7. "Stepping Stone"
8. "Not Alike" featuring Royce 5'9"
9. "Fall"
10. "Kamikaze"
11. "Nice Guy" featuring Jessie Reyez
12. "Good Guy" featuring Jessie Reyez
13. "Venom"
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Dude I don’t give a f*** what anyone’s says this album was insane and ten times better than any other rapper out there
idk i liked taboo more than kamikaze
goodguynow since it came out I had to stop listening to everyone else.
goodguynow nah
@@woooosh3407 yah
Hands down
1.75x sounds like a different beat in a way
Oohh shit ...and a pretty good one too
T.I M.O I’ll agree to that
T.I M.O 1.25x sounds like Beastie Boys - Paul Revere with the reversed kick
Your right dude!
Hit someone up with the 2x though... #highgear
Let me explain just how to make greatness, straight out the gate...
Im bout to break it down, aint no mistakes allowed
but make no mistake, I'm 'bout to rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows.
@@marselinioo If i press the issue just to get the anger out ...BRRR
Zed283 full magazine could take staples out
A.C. Savage but ain’t thinking bout no bank account
The Ringer and Killshot both have that Horror theme to the beat.
Killshot sounds like a remixed funeral song (which in a way is exactly what it was)
I fuckin love dark beats
it was the same producer
I fucking love this
WELL SAID!!
This just goes to show that when you really know how to rap, you don't need a fancy ass beat. Your lyrics should be what's praised.
This beat is immaculate
the beat is crazy tho, what you mean
Impossible to smash in this beat without copying his flow :D
HAhah so true
Not true. You are just not a professional rapper. A pro could make a tight flow to this that doesn't jack Ems.
Yo , my pretty dame is chillen all cool, smoke cigs n smoke bluntz which i prefer ur prettty lame while killen these dudes , also wont miss maybe ill diss.....
xPnutx 420 wtf are you on about?
I try czcams.com/video/nMkdSCiRRTk/video.html
Hearing these beats makes me understand EMiN&M on an intellectual level. I feel like I understand him more now than I ever have.
Clay Bradley I agree. In contrast to Revival, he decided to pick aggressive beats. This, Lucky You and Fall are some really menacing beats. He knew what he is going to deliver. Magic!
"No it's not,ITS A PEACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" great remix
He wasn't done...
You're missing the last bit of the beat
Yeah right when he says I'm not done it cuts off lol so annoying..
Its a different beat.
Sort of, it’s still this but with added violins/cellos
It's because he wasn't done... :P
Yea I’m still waiting for that bit where he says he’s not done. But this guy is.
Love the atmospheric vibes
this beat sends me outta space...and Em is killing it,,,probably one of the best Em's song for me..
This beat is sick
Very good
"Shout out to all my colorblind people each and everyone of y'all if you call a fire engine green, aqua marine or think water is pink, dawg there's a date! Looks like an olive to me. Look there's an apple! "NO IT'S NOT IT'S A PEACH"
Definetly my favorite verse
I love this beat. Ronny J and Eminem is an unexpected pairing, but a great one. This is a great recreation too.
Illa da producer also helped make the beat for The Ringer.
IllaDaProducer's tag is literally in the song
Pretty sure Ronny J did the beat flip at the end. Most of the song is Em and ILLA
This has to be my fav rap beat ever ngl. Gnarly af
I love how the beat ends on the part he says “I’m not done” lmao
Smart making this beat. It’s not offbeat so it gives Eminem enough space to play around with flows
What are you on about?
This beat is beyond insane
really calm and somehow depressing beat!
This bangs 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Would love to rap on this by the way this is incredible work
Go for it... Would like to hear what you have to say. I have been writing rhymes myself, a tough start, I would say...
i rewrote this several times and now got what i needed. If you do it try to not overthink it and if you do pick out parts for another edit
Kostas Stelmokas Sorry it took so long...czcams.com/video/nMkdSCiRRTk/video.html
Yahya Kun czcams.com/video/nMkdSCiRRTk/video.html
Chief said its a no go
Eminem g.o.a.t :let me explain how to make it .Me:yo yes bro
I love this beat straight 🔥
This beat is sick man
I dont know why but If this song had a video then a Horror typed video would have suited it
"but saying I no longer got it...`
I'm pissed, you didn't finish the song man, I was rapping the lyrics until I'm not done!!! I'M NOT DONE!!! IT SAYS IT MANNNNNNN
Alguien aczino vs valles t y jaze.?
Pero ahora.!
Pero ahora lo soy y asi va ser por siempre
Only em can make this beat sound better dang em you so good bruh
Em fucking killed this shit dude.
[Verse]
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil' bitch
I’m sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y’all are
To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion or view
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
What the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adiós
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?)
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (Evil, spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You won't ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit, so the temps might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (Yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up!
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us." (Ooouuu)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (Oooouuu)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing)
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae'
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with bein' humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned
And you woulda bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed a lot and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get in beefs, my enemies die
I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm east side, never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange-oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date." "Looks like an olive to me."
"Look, there's an apple!" No, it's not, it's a peach!
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang
Burger Kang, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (Yeah)
Invite 'em in like a One A Day
I'm not done (Preach!)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turning's
Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped
But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists."
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
So I been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
Someone PLEASE do a remix Freestyle to this beat!! Joyner I'm looking at you
NO!!! NOBODY DO THAT, ITS NOT WORTH IT!!!
yeah that i wanna see damn
dont worry im finna remix this
Look at chasev please
Great job mate.
Yo I have come back after 3 years just to remind y’all how he RIPPED through this beat. He barely gave it time to breathe
headphones with volume all the way up sounds sick
I'll hit my 30s like a Freezing winter!
NUFF SAID.
This beat hott
the people with 400+ liked comments are fucking tripping. this track is what made the song what it is.
Goddamnn!! Em washed this beat. “took it to the cleaners!!!”
Uh you don’t really wanna step to my team
My eyes red only because I don’t use Visine
An I ain’t looking for trouble on the high key
But the faces of my demons still smiling
Ima be a rapper for free although I’m still styling
Battle rap rappers I’m still wilding
Boy you un Protected
Your bars dissected
Your very selective
Listen baby rappers better pull up the pampers
My times been waisted that’s nothing to tamper
Your still asking me a question I got an answer
You really want beef want smoke with the boy
Like caud I only search destroy
I’m the one you best avoid
You better practice combo
I just explode I got a bomb flow
Take taste of my palm hoe
I’m certified el poncho
I don’t think they know who they wrecking with
But after I’m done they’ll sure respecting it
Giving me clout like I was not exspecting this
The kid flow be so Treacherous Deadly like the exorcist
This rap shit I was ment for this how you gonna question it
In hip hop I’m heading for the president
Could a sworn that I was heaven sent
Listen I don’t got much but hope
That hopfully one day I’ll blow
On my moms I know for this career I might go broke
I put my time in this buisness it’s no joke
They be signing all these rappers with no flow
That emr label sucks Lowell yeah I know
But I promise this an yeah I quote
They goin die by this pencil an what I wrote
You don’t wanna get shot up by the GI JOE
That’s a snake eye your girl thick those some fake thighs
Ima hit that bitch up on a late night
An hit that G spot like a bulls eye
Trust I don’t miss I got a hawk eye
Leave you cock eyed
Ima boss I never lost my
Reputation your to whack to say shit
One right hooks bad for your braces
Fucking face it I load the chopper I aim if
I fire off an you brainless no finger prints on my stainless
I’m moving in slow I got patience
I got head movement like Ali in the matrix
There’s a title on my waiste an no Frazier goin take it
I’m the chosen one at a spoken word
I ain’t joking sir I put in work
Call me Kenny the butcher I slice beef when it occurs
I’ll meet on the beat in the street which ever you prefer
Ima compete with the best get the respect I deserve
The only difference between you an I is I observe
I don’t run from the moment when the time occurs
I’m not Absurd just a problem you refer
As the monster of murdering rappers with verbals
That sounds old like old nesquick curnals
Yuh bitch just swallow all my kids after she gurgles
If you rap along it ends at
"I'm not done."
Yeah lol annoying but kinda funny at the same time
Who said you can’t teach a old dog new tricks🤣
I DON'T EVEN NOD TO THE BEAT!
Nice work thanks you !
Wow, to rap so hard to this mellow beat is god-like. oh wait...Em-like*
for those who like uptempo..: 1.75 speed, max bass
Bro can u please make an instrumental of stepping stones
Please man
I still can't believe this song even exists. Thank God Em hooked up with Illa.
1.5x 😏
DAMMMNNNN
Oh shit man that's pretty good
2x and it's a different song again
it kinda sounds like the beat from "the way i am"
Sound like it aint safe from G-Eazy
Ugh I want to hear the O.G.beat with the Signatures in it!! Like the sound of people on a roller coaster N shit!🔥
Intro
*Plane crashing*
Yeah, yo, I’m just gonna write down
My first thoughts, see where this takes me
’Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin’ face right now
Yeah!
[Verse]
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I’m ’bout to break you down
Ain’t no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I’m ’bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no bank account
But bitch, I’m off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil’ bitch
I’m sorry, wait, what’s your talent? Oh, critiquin’
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don’t know who the fuck y’all are
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views
Attention in news, I mention you
Lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don’t get misconstrued, business as used
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed, ’cause I just don’t get
What the fuck half the shit is that you’re listenin’ to, do
You have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin’ audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin’, it just ain’t for me
All I am simply is just an MC
Maybe, “Stan” just isn’t your cup of tea
Maybe, your cup’s full of syrup and lean
Maybe, I need to stir up shit, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y’all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don’t see my breath
Possibly, I’m dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I’m E-V-I-L (evil, spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick, stick it in a vice grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence back up on my shit in a sidekick
As I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I’d rather do than hear you on a mic, since
Nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice, and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch?
(Fuck my side chick!) You won’t ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split, like I passed you upside it
Bitch, I got the club on smash, like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain’t loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up
‘Cause I don’t know how I’m gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn’t matter what caliber
I spit at, I’ll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You’ll turn around and just be like, “Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just ’cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us.” (ooh-ooh)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of “The Mathers LP” to tell me to study
It’ll help me get back to myself and she’ll love me (ooh-ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I’d just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially, an effing “Recovery” clone of me (didn’t I think)
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy ‘zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I’m fed up with bein’ humble
And rumor is, I’m hungry, I’m sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble, like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin’, but it’s jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I’m from will pummel you, that’s what it’s comin’ to
What the fuck you’re gonna do? You run into it
I’m gonna crumble you and I’ll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain’t Joyner
If you ain’t Kendrick or Cole, or Sean, then you’re a goner
I’m ’bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald’s
But if you’re lookin’ to get a porterhouse, you’ll better go get “Revival”
But y’all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned, and you woulda bought it
But sayin’ I no longer got it, ’cause you missed the line and never caught it
‘Cause it went over your head, because you’re too stupid to get it
‘Cause you’re mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you’ll never be an artist
And I’m harder on myself than you could ever be, regardless
What I’ll never be is flawless, all I’ll ever be is honest
Even when I’m gone, they’re gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin’ alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn’t bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I’ma hit my bottom
If I don’t pull myself from the jaws of defeat, and rise to my feet
I don’t see why y’all even started with me
I get impeached, my enemies die, I don’t cease fire
‘Til at least all are deceased, I’m eastside
Never be caught slippin’, now you see why
I don’t sleep, not even a wink, I don’t blink
I don’t doze off, I don’t even nod to the beats
I don’t even close my fuckin’ eyes when I sneeze
“Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The thing ain’t even orange-oh my God, that’s a reach!”
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y’all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
“Dawg, that’s a date.” “Looks like an olive to me.”
“Look, there’s an apple!” “No, it’s not, it’s a peach!”
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King
Gucci Gang, dookie, dang, Charlamagne
Gonna hate anyway, doesn’t matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day, what a way for 2018
To get underway, but I’m gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite ’em in like a One A Day, I’m not done (preach)
‘Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
‘Cause the way I see people turning’s makin’ it seem worthless
It’s startin’ to defeat the purpose
I’m watchin’ my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin’ to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
‘Cause I’m determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back, I’d at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he’s deserted
But I think it’s workin’, these verses
Are makin’ him a wee bit nervous
And he’s too scurred to answer me with words
‘Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he’s heard it
‘Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person, to see if I really think of hurtin’ him
Or ask if I’m linked to terrorists
I said, “Only when it comes to ink and lyricists.”
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
‘Cause they been pannin’ my album to death
So I been givin’ the media fingers
Don’t wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin’ me through the ringer
So I ain’t ironin’ shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
This is just insane
I was debating whether or not to comment because it was already on 420, but I just had to
Eminem first class first rapper in the world
THANK YOU
Best one
I like that instrumental becaus it's calme
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Where did you get this background picture dude?
Aaaagr! ok you did great but man you left the last bit of the song that was fire.
Off The Hook
Been amazing since the fall of Satan, I’m hating the call to greatness…
Now I’m awakened, hearing this fake man feeling forsaken.
Where are the statements in all your creations?!
What does it take to make you say brave shit?
Not to just take risk because you became rich.
Too many songs about insane quips
Long topics revolved around the same bitch
The thing that’s aching is the thesis doesn’t give me reason to ease up the ascent taken.
I’m waiting…
Get away from complacent and take chance.
Punch history in the face and make dents.
And make them see positivity in you that’s not ruled by contention…
Because you believe you’re a rap god, but…
The only thing that’s hard is seeing the difference between you and all these fools with facades.
It may seem odd, but can I be honest?
When your content is without context you’re flat out saying F the track but “B” sharp in your bars enharmonics are in your rap and that is the key to get more in a chord and take note.
So get the picture like Moe’s art, but no…
You rather be a cyst with lyrics, I’m a lyricist that rather be leered for lyrics that help cope or be revered for the hope I wrote.
No I’m not a star… I’m a starter.
My forefathers took this shit farther and watched us walk with few metaphors, you took the shit far from Source, and now it’s deformed.
But that’s our fault… Without the sun there is no Shade areas to run...
But inferior is inferior in fear of us even when it swears to appear in theory of a superior.
There’s no nearing us … We are the ones and then some.
It’s dumb to be witty without saying anything to learn from.
- I.N.K. 2018
This is straight Ether!🖤🤗🖤
I like this song.
Permission to write to this? Love it bro
Yes
I like this music very much
"Maybe I just need to stir up shitPreferably shake the world up if it were up to mePaul wants me to chill, y'all want me to illI should eat a pill, probably I will,Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to deathI breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breathPossibly I'm dead, I must be possessedLike an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L(evil, but spelled)"
The ringer
Kick shit like fifa
Hit list change better watch the meter
Spit writtens heat you up like a fever
I'll risk it if it means I gotta speak up
Sin quick if I really gotta reason
Act like a bitch get leashed watch you freeze up
Better stay up because my team keep you on your feet like ballerinas
We eat up, you tea cups better team up, that's the only way you beat us, we re-up can't see us like Cena, arenas filled with people who need us, they fiending, for each line ive conceived of, i wreak of every achievement I dreamed of, still haven't got to my peak but, I speak like I'm a seasoned vet,
I leave them impressed, I seek my death, I leak my life with every breath, weakness In my sight I'll leave them dead,
Ima crush this beat and make it big
oh u so funny 😂😂😂👌
Incredible beat bro do you think you can tell me the tempo of this beat??
118.500
Prolly 77
search Tap for BPM on google , you just tap spacebar to the beat and it tells you the bpm's of any song
Iuri Rodrigues or tap for 5 seconds & multiply by 12
thank you sir
Impossivel de adivinhar,
O que o futuro me reserva,
Mas eu vim pra ganhar,
Porque perder enerva,
Conserva tua atitude,
Pa espalhar no mundo,
Quero ficar em primeiro eu não meto fé pa tar em segundo,
Dá me um segundo para dizer,
Fuck pa todo hater,
Here’s some bars but I don’t consent to them being used since they are already copyrighted:
The last couple of years have brought out the darkness from within. I wrote a plethora of diss tracks towards people and committed an unforgivable sin. In my defense I was going through a rough time which still doesn’t make it right so now I’m seeking forgiveness from the Holy Ghost since I was wrong and did it while the devil bore a grin. I admit that they were awful mistakes to commit in the first place but if I was to tell a shrink what I did then he would have me sent to a looney bin. He’d most likely be like ‘’Ryan Nichols come again?’’ He would also say “ Young man you’re so fucking insane for doing that;I want you to put your focus on other hobbies that doesn’t make you do such things since you’re just really upset that you got dumped months ago so I suggest learning to play the mandolin.” “ I would also say if you were old enough then just chill the fuck out, have a smoke and sip from a glass of tonic and gin.” “ Here’s the thing doc, I don’t want to drink, I don’t want to smoke since I’m most likely the healthiest 19 year old that you’ve ever met so no thanks on those couple of things, I’d rather go to a farm and just peel off some potato skin.” “ Why would I want to do those things that could turn into some serious habits that would be hard to kick and besides they would make me lose and not win?”
😬
yooo this is amazing bro. How did you do that 808 to sound like that at the end of each 4 bars?
Eminem is the livest yuh
Homie , u r a sqaure 1 a squirt gun, do not dare run cuz i spare non, now i juz cant quit son, wheres all that tough chat, everytime u bring ur Act tough raps....
How much bpm is this instrumental?
🔥🔥🔥🔥
WTF you forgot the best parts! |:-O
Try to do stepping stone, that would be dope!
[Intro]
*Plane crash*
Yeah (Illa)
Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me, 'cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now
Yeah
0:15
[Verse]
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion or view
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
What the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?)
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (Evil, spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch
Like Vice President Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You won't ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (Yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up!
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us." (Ooouuu)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (Oooouuu)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fuckin' industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing)
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae'
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with bein' humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned
And you woulda bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed a line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get in beefs, my enemies die
I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm east side, never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange-oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date." "Looks like an olive to me."
"Look, there's an apple!" No, it's not, it's a peach!
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang
Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (Yeah)
Invite 'em in like a One A Day
I'm not done (Preach!)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turning's
Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped
But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists."
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eatin' a penis
'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
So I been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
This was the greatest playboy carti album tbh
🔥🔥🔥
Yo goddamn never gonna bring me down
I'll throw those hands when I swing around
only mother fucker you'll think about
Dream about
How you wanna be me
Never gonna be me
Better get a Fifi
Never gonna be
Where we be
Up on the TV
Up on the billboard
Know that I kill more
Fuckin everybody till
They real sore,
My level what ya gotta get on
Never gonna get it if ya never live wrong
Gotta keep it together
Whenever they tell me
Its never what I been on
Life hits hard
But I can't Go back
Lookin at myself through broken glass guess
I gotta flow n rap
And wait for the day
That smoke'll pass
Thinkin bout goals
I gotta go n grab
Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts and see where this takes me, 'cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now
Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit
Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence
Bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You will never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, turn the valium up!
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us." (ooh-ooh)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh-ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you
That's what it's comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do? Where you runnin' to?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned
And you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get impeached, my enemies die
I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep
Not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange-oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people, each and every one of y'all
If you call a fire engine green, aquamarine
Or you think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date," "Looks like an olive to me."
"Look, there's an apple!" "No it's not, it's a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang
Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite them in like a One A Day
I'm not done (preach)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it seem worthless
It's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists."
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
So I been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
Esse do eminem foi foda que repercussão da porra! Slim shady voltou.
guess who is back kkkk
This shit to sick
Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts
And see where this takes me,
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now
Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Taylor Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause
I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios
I can see why people like Lil' Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit
Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence
Bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch?
(Fuck my side chick!)
You won't ever see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, turn the Valium up!
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks
And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooh-ooh)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh-ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'Zae
Lil' Pump, Lil' Xan imitate Lil' Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you
That's what it's comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do? Where you runnin' to?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a quarter pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned
And you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get impeached, my enemies die
I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep
Not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange-oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people, each and every one of y'all
If you call a fire engine green, aquamarine
Or you think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date, " "Looks like an olive to me."
"Look, there's an apple!" "No it's not, it's a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang, Mookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch (yeah)
Invite them in like a one a day
I'm not done (preach)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it seem worthless
It's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just trying to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
So I been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
Ay if I make a remix to this song can I use this beat? Is it possible to get stems?
Yes
Thank you! My email is 4akbmusic@gmail.com can you please send the stems there? Im going to try to have it done by Monday!
I will send it by tomorrow
Thank you!
Chief said its a no go
hey could i rap on this beat? i love the way it sounds, I would love to spit some on it.
I'd be willing to send you what I write on it?
Im just eapping Ems whole song. Fuk what i have to say
A che serve farti strada se poi devi cambiarla
Non amare una puttana tanto devi cambiarla
Scrivo sopra una mappa così aspiro il mio sogno
Meno male che son fatto, cazzo non ti sopporto
Frà in che viaggio ti porto
Non serve che ti ostini, meglio che ti sbrighi
Ti faccio un favore se ti sto ascoltando (Onesto)
Tu non mi assomigli, io non ti assomiglio affatto
Di cosa stiamo parlando?
[Bridge: Vegas Jones]
E parli parli e tanto che ti sento, dai continua, bravo, sì, sì
Parli parli tanto non ti sento, dai continua a farlo, sì, sì
[Ritornello: Vegas Jones]
Prego?! Scusa come dici, prego?!
Prego?! Credi davvero che mi interessi di te, scemo?
[Strofa 1: Vegas Jones]
Io racconto cose
I tuoi sono racconti, se mi tagli i ponti sono pronto al salto
Ho guardato la fortuna degenerare, quando l'ho vista sfilare gliel'ho dovuta sfilare
Se combino un grosso guaio so come ci si sente
Nato in situa cosi gravi che ti scordi il presepe
Se racconto il mio passato dico frà c'hai presente
Sarà che mastico metriche da quando ne ho 7
Quindi tieni sempre a mente che
[Bridge: Vegas Jones]
Quello che tu chiami boss in realtà è un babbo di minchia frà
Frà balzo il ping pong c'ho una botta che è incredibile
E parli parli e tanto che ti sento, dai continua, bravo, sì, sì
Parli parli tanto non ti sento, dai continua a farlo, sì, sì
[Ritornello: Vegas Jones]
Prego?! Scusa come dici, prego?! (Scusa come dici, prego?)
Prego?! Credi davvero che mi interessi di te, scemo? (Non credo)
Prego?! Scusa come dici, prego?!
Prego?! Credi davvero che mi interessi di te, scemo? (No! Devo fare i soldi)
[Strofa 2: Vegas Jones]
Ma via da qua ovvio, mentre il bel paese dorme stra fatto d'oppio (Eh sì! Voglio tutti i soldi)
E' la prova del nove quando un frà è tutto sconvolto fa la prova dell'otto
Sopra un mezzo in diciotto
Ehi brutto bastardo l'hai sentito che il livello si alzato tutto di un colpo
Nella capitale il capitale era poco
Non mi sono lamentato frà fa parte del gioco
Ma ricordati sempre che
[Bridge: Vegas Jones]
Quello che tu chiami boss in realtà è un babbo di minchia frà
Frà balzo il ping pong c'ho una botta che è incredibile
E parli parli e tanto che ti sento, dai continua, bravo, sì, sì
Parli parli tanto non ti sento, dai continua a farlo, sì, sì
Let me explain just how to make greatness
who...your little synth hit every now and then is not even close, it like 2 octaves too low and just a square wave.....no background sound fx...other than that, the major stuff sounds great!
This could be a N64 or Xbox game like Golden Eye or XIII's music. Or Mario 64's Hazy Maze Cave's music. Kinda gloomy, cool and recognizable but still discrete.
The Ringer was the song everyone who Criticized Revival said “I fucked up” to
Is there any way to remove the bass? Love the dark and almost chill vibe this beat has good thinking tune.
Steppin on the scene
Like I'm about to be
27 now and I got the dream
I'm not Pac Biggie Smalls
Or that Master P
I'm in the captain's seat
Playin Master Chief
I wasn't kidding when I told ya
That I planned to be
27 now and I got the dream
I got 15 goons in the back with heat
One bad bitch
And a pound of weed
Jumping out your seat
When you come up the street
Paint set out
For this masterpiece
I'm in the big leagues now
And you can't compete
Black Mac 10 and some gasoline
I'm in the rap game now
Your house burns down
S on my chest
White chaulk on the ground
10 cops downtown
With their guns on him now
And a chopped up brick
So there's sweat on his brow
And he don't make a sound
Sits real low
Lights up a smoke
With his hand on his 4
He could wind up dead
If he don't let it blow
Foot stomp on the gas
Boot flat on the rloor
The cash came fast
In class with my dope sold
Had an ounce with my nose full
Went downtown
In my crown with my rose gold
Man
I was flippin halves like a snowglobe
Can't stop now
Y'all know me
Got my hand on my saw
With my eyes on the tree
Gettin high off the fumes
With my mind on the dream
So it's time to remind
All the guys I'm the King
Spitting fire like I might erupt
10 toes down on the ground
I never came for love
And when the pen gets laid
In the grave I dug
And the fame don't come
You can blame the drugs
Yo
They call me the Dogwood Legend
Comin through your door
With a gun and vest on
The roof with the troops
While I'm on probation
Got my hand on my saw
While I'm masterbating
I was patient
My heart racing
Stacking my cash
Like the bricks of a mason
Chin might slap when it crash
On the pavement
Yo
Next man to make it
Next man to take it
Back to the basics
Started at the bottom
And the motto was to follow
Every dream that we had
Smoking weed
Getting ass
Making tapes in the basement
Making a statement
Paced till I aced it
Man I tasted the greatness
Took a little time
And a few more lines
But I climbed to the top
And first place is amazing
Garrett Glowienka
The Dogwood Legend
Heidi Hoefer Can I rap this to my boys 🤣
LYRICAL TRASH POST
The Ringer"
[*plane crashing*]
Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts and see where this takes me, 'cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now
Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit
Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence
Bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You will never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, turn the valium up!
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us." (ooh-ooh)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh-ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you
That's what it's comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do? Where you runnin' to?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned
And you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get impeached, my enemies die
I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased
Sick beat brother, mind if I use this just for a song? Probably just post it on twitter, I'll give you shout out. Let me know ASAP please !
No problem
It wasn't even theirs
The Ringer!!!!!!
that snare like paper though
Can I use this for a Em autograph unboxing video?
Yes
uhhh I'm starting this shit sick