First time I went to Amsterdam for the cannibus cup was 1997 and I had this album with me walking the streets of Europe ... music is life 🫡🫡🫡

@johnnytheophilus

9 күн бұрын

goddamn bro that sounds like a moment. i'm heading to AM this fall, i'll have to take your lead.

This might be my favorite beat of all time

Most psychodelic sound

That baseline is so sick

I used to abuse heavy while this played on repeat. I felt all the sounds

@reichhopprivatwatch1406

3 жыл бұрын

me too

Definatly one of my favorite beats. Can't walk away from this without dropping a verse.

One of the all time classic legendary ET instrumentals

Word is born this is one of the dopest beats I've ever heard yo

@rhymeon

3 жыл бұрын

Its mostly taken from Lalo Schifrin's 'Enter The Dragon' movie soundtrack (1973) ... I can imagine Bruce Lee meditating or levitating to this track in the movie.

@userr5464

3 жыл бұрын

word is bond*

Rugged like Rwanda ^^

@trashcan_leftist7483

8 жыл бұрын

don' wander far or get chopped up!

@breezethe27thassassin3

5 жыл бұрын

Quick to rush a spot like baby urine and get mopped up

@hayatojap4199

3 жыл бұрын

tags that spray ya hall with rap aerosol

@Eralen00

3 жыл бұрын

Organized graffiti lectures in can control

@aleksandarstojilkovic7572

3 жыл бұрын

Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache

This was my ( ring back song back in the day) if you called me this song would play until I answered

So gritty! Amazing classic

Delikt daspre pace cartierului!!!

God bless

we all can't be pimps and we all can't rap

@antoniovalles4034

Жыл бұрын

Gotta get your dollars on plus it’s on like that

🤟I remember when this was some legendary cut I learned about from Bobbito in Rappages and had to track it down online somehow... Big shoutout Sandbox ❤️

"I'm much too much for any demon style to master me".

4 жыл бұрын

😏Indeed!😎

@thejeneralj.u.-iceforever6706

2 жыл бұрын

😏👉🏾😎👍🏾

Dopest beat on the album.

Fuck this is dumb nice.

and who might you be sweetheart

Real Hip-Hop

god damn thats good

Krizz Kaliko's freestyle on Sway in the Morning lead me here.

Da sempre il cuore fu Caotico bro come il Bus 6 Io Sono il fungo atomico al giorno del doomsday E guardo giù ora che ho un buco nel ventre Fuggo da loro Fumo da solo un puro e fluttuo fra il suolo e il nucleo terrestre/ resto Zen se nei testi mi chiudo Ho mandato destini in fumo E bucato i pants coi pezzi di fumo Ho mosso tante parole nel mio foglio E la pressione che ho addosso è proporzionale all’amore per chi ho intorno/ occhi chiusi Vedo un io morto E vedo il me del futuro che conta tutti i futuri che gli ho tolto Il trio nostro non ho intenzione di perderlo forse non è Dio il mostro però da l’impressione di esserlo/ Io resterò Freddo come le bonze d’inverno farò un pezzo per Perdermi nelle forme di esso E penso a ciò non si Pensa al vestiario ho piedi a terra, e testa nella Terra di Ooo/ Parto in assenza di gravidanza dato che sono nato in un parto in assenza di gravità E mi si scatena la Fulvianza in faccia dato che ho l’attitudine di Battiato ascoltandomi il truceklan Cancri astice di skunk su gta e non scherzo se ti dico che sto scrivendo un testo sul retro della foto di gengis skan Jackie chan chan contro lapo el Kan kan scatta il bataclan klang e senti badaboom badaboom c’ha cha Malca linez ti fotte forte quanto 4 shot di juice ti risvegli a Santa Cruz dopo 2 tiri di curio kush e non chiamarla suis Con Fulvio e scemo mentre ohmadonnaaria! Fa i primi passi e quei comportamenti seri a tratti sembrano così distanti Se ti dico kali non parlo della weed no nemmeno dei tuoi jeans per quando i trening siano comodi for sleep c’è solo un kali king Imbocco la strada più storta e fotto la tua retorica Liscio come quando incontro il tratto dritto di una Kappa gotica Ma che sto a di Non mi appartiene Smezzo da billy che ci conviene Solo amore Se mi togli le costole rimane solo il cuore Solo il cuore Infondo sono solo un cuore Da sempre il cuore caotico come il bus 6 Sono il fungo che ti rende strabico nel giorno del fairplay E siete schiavi da soli in schiave di sol Apro il cranio cervello fuori tiro al volo ed è gol Ed è gol Ed è gol Gol Gol Gol Gol

dopest

ice cold

cruisin mindstate, low caps coz im chillin

Badboy

SPECIAL KAPPAAA

@skoer1312

5 жыл бұрын

HOUSEE

@nonuem4795

4 жыл бұрын

Delikt - Pace Cartierului

@dragosfantoma1396

4 жыл бұрын

De unde până unde special k? :))

@nottucks

3 жыл бұрын

Kappa?

8 steps to perfection I ain't got much patience I be on the block turning that Nas up blazing Through the Plaza the Alameda Nothing but coke dope sellers Hoods is cellars Im feeling stellar Mega My size in the game is small cuz I dont need attention 1000 every week sitting on my ass is a sweet pension 8 steps to perfection the government made me Life's a bitch like Im coming with AZ I got 16's harder than mase or L Your face I'll swell beige and frail Fucking with me nigga nobody perfect Ain't no steps just keep yo body working Moving grooving

@hiphopisdead956

7 жыл бұрын

NXSEASXNS NX Thanks !!!

@hiphopisdead956

7 жыл бұрын

***** Thanks !!!!

@Dashiellwyndham

3 ай бұрын

w

888 perfección mágica?

Raspect

etsa instrumental es como un alien re pro atterizando

Bonsho reddevols

los de la portada nunca van a establecer contacto directo con nosotros por los tierraplanistas

HipHop

[Freestyle] 8 steps onto Jacob's ladder/ Latex on a patience pattern, dinner is getting cold/ Kicking Rosetta stone, hieroglyphics stuck under my shoe' back/ Pyrotechnics buckle thunder by footstep, like a flick isn't extra stoked/ Sickness' spitting Methadone in life's whole privilege cutting blunders by two tactics/ When you on the loose, people nodding, a tyrant slipping you in a noose/ Losing the sole of my shoe, leaving constantly tryna lift shit opposed to amuse/ Home of the booze, no cherry on top/ Had the gym carry my spot, to lift my mask and show how the clues are there in ya locks/ High's get by fast like glue in your nostrils/ But low's get attached like cruising apostles/ I slowly progressed from Blues into Gospel/ I blew sin to Gospel, gossip was blocking moves like Picasso/ That's an abstract reality for a man dragging grief casually to abundant hoods, had to bite these shots though/ Sharpening my teeth with bullets, tryna be Aphrodite for Diablo/ Diabolic arsonist's psyche into enticing these grand love fire's drawn in these shadows/ Walls of the ghetto's were like August in gesso/ Colourful fresco's and marketing ads, those/ Plasters of Paris, I fold hours into minutes like a strong meditation's claw in tobacco/ Laughing at tragical course' devouring the finish/ That's bronze metal chains enforcing a lap, cold/ That's dull everyday's left worn on the backbone/ Siamese in diameter, applying sleep in a drying heater, like fighters with virus/ Microns of high costs like cyanide tricking ace, tracing fortune clovers/ Bygones and eyedrops, side by side with a haze blazing on a supper/ Cyclones of cyclops, that's double you, double I, 2 in 1/ Fantastic damage, left with strange faces undercover/ Subtle two, starting time, left handed panic and stuttered moves like off bounce, tight holes and high drops/ Shades made it autumn's lover/ Secretly came to marry yo vee card, scary to see love, to see what they see, that's a psychosis mic drop/ Or like bros, stare double, stirring will, air bubbles and living tales/ Bare couples and linen nails, like dry bones in dry mud/ Eyes overpowering, criminal living life on the outer ring, chopped into lense/ So if you decide to go cowgirl then you lost in a sense/ Don't care about pigment, just drops in a hex/ That has sick sides to it, like being fair and uplifting, spelling our distance, though it's awfully guessed/ Now the people live life the way they're attracted to it/ Follow evil tricks like it's a fashion movement, trash has flew it, splash and do it/ Swallows seem to dip like here's a cataclysm of aggression brewing/ Navigating to an avenue of glass and fluids/ Cracking through and pressure raiding the mask of ruin covered in lavender and attic tuna/ I can see BS and be seeing clear, that's TV dresses and breathing air/ Back when they won Dotto like aversion of technology, now purging animosity/ Burnt risotto and brief affairs, turn these mottos into grieving snares/ Experience agony in diagonal, whiskey bottles are like apathy in an evening lair/ Plantings sacks of seed for the land of all, but that don't mean I ain't even care/ Horizon goes up and down, tapestry on enchanted walls/ Surprise on a rusted gown, energy in a catacomb/ Spells been attached to cerebral stings/ Inches trinity, rookie breeds of Queens/ That's Elizabeth spooking priests to flinch/ And Melchizedek moving piece of Kings/ As kid loved fireworks, Mayan curses, bowling panels and opera's/ Cooperated with strange forces, black paint horses that hope dismantled and coloured up/ Litting Roman's candles like Caracalla/ Would murder to get alone, shooting serpents off the head of stone/ You deserving of this Methadone? Heart murmurs, shattered pelvis bone/ Men put weight on my shoulders, engraving my modus/ Tried to melt me in hell and stunt, till my pendulum would scale a ton and found out I'm allergic to a Terrordome/ I been burning upper echelon, tell the stamps on my VISA/ I get respect and morbid attracts the next forfeiture/ Acid steps euphoria like an orchestra of jabbing tambourine fever/ Drown your headache with alcohol, acetabularia/ Dragging bones and nausea, mouth synthetic like barbie dolls/ Skeletons in Ikea's counter managing model clothes/ Guess that everyone has dark secrets/ Suppressing metaphors and dark feelings/ Stuck behind metal doors and drug dealings/ Plugging electric portals to catacombs of a lost meaning/ Overgrown by flowers of Philyra/ Chromosomes that tower on vocal tones from a mirror/ Apple of the eye, distracting from the sky, cause of snow that wouldn't clear up/ When the snow dries, the beau ties appear and butterflies with rugged wings come/ With feet just like copper strings, from the sunny side with coloured linen/ Along with once peripatetic peripatidae's, who now carry the atlas on their back until d-day/ But the moths consuming velvet and stroud, are dropping spells on the ground, till their faculties bleed pain/ Good beginnings to consider superstitious/ Moved the limits of mother earth, no aggression could harm her/ Till beauty got decapitated like the head of Cassandra/ Filled books with only half the pages/ Where yours truly quickly 'vaporated like the sweat of a bomber/ A livin' M&M-assisted jawan like Salomi/ Had a collar full candy, no missin bad adventures to piss upon with my baloney/ Was eating out my neck, talking out it too with my teeth showing/ Gasping molecules, granted, was sleeping bout the respect and yawned at rendezvous'/ Inspecting all the chews, action, and peeping models to check and spot a dawn with oomph/ Nine levels to this like a Mictlan, that I'm dropping through/ Dime castles on ships, writing sitcoms as I smacked the bottle/ And kicked the shell of Quetzalcoatl/ Trading glasses for goggles, pain in sensitive nostrils/ Paint sunset on Xolotl, with cadence matching a novel/ Brain affected from shutters, dismay this balaclava/ Shadeless sample saliva will take ya back to tu casa/ Ran the ballet on magma like the end of this saga/ Lady pregnant from godless like a nephilim passed her/ An eval imposter, evaluate these devil traits and carefully non stop this mechanical onslaught/ Uh, assented, the scent I'm ascending/ In the air like hickey's bare pretending against it/ Float like Blovatski, sloping ya hashi and slam axes up in it/ Slam doors cause the access' up, innit/ Initially act bored cause the guest is all timid/ Shoot the back of the past, it's off limits/ Colder than Alaska protesting, hold the book of a preferable clack to hominid/ Homonym, nymphomaniac, DNA particles/ Freak parade marching through buffers in schizo's aging gap and heathen brain's, operable/ Sacred design, stop blowing flashes at vile innovators meek impatience of trying/ Playing ya mind, like a clock going backwards while simultaneously staying on time/ U night it like men gesture, gang gestures, you suckers stand aside of it like bland aggression/ I ain't drawn to gon' blend with that, pan a mind like channel bashing/ Beat box, clean socks every lesson to flee jump on angry peasants/ Here it rain arrows, shades left off, I'm IRI descent/ Researched till leafs would drip anesthetic/ Thrown at large tomahawks, carnivores darkly burn out hate at my burnt-out stake, I'd rather tumble at Hawksmoor/ Passport, two circles got me hard form like Cardioid's/ Call now with ya party toys, fall down, set the bar lower/ Wear a nazar for Balor, luck up like stuck up daughters, sharp like loose pair and amor/ Like belshazzar on a course, see god's true bare hands in galore/ Saved from drowning, hate astounding like love of heartless marching Juno's hesitant talk/ Wearing goatskin cloaks, impairing solace oaths, fishing for rarity/ Smelling goldenrods, impelling bonkers drugs to be swimming in Apathy/ (unfinished) Hug sticky, this club city and these folk ain't no rock-a-byes, with cutting eyes, a patchy tear/

@NACYKABLYAT

4 жыл бұрын

D A M N B O I

@IvefoundthetruthonMay

4 жыл бұрын

@@NACYKABLYAT 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

@TheNeptunian

Жыл бұрын

Fuck…..🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

:*

Im comin to blastin through fist clenched askin you whos the realest, for real though still its never been about money fame and gats if youre out to get stacks then you're out like a rat...

@kuryspencer1701

6 жыл бұрын

Jared Rubin you hatin ass buster! hit me up at Kuryspencer@gmail.com I got that lyrical miracle shit for you! just pressed it up with some flaws...your input would be well respected

666

I’m the autodidactic noble savage wreaking havoc/ messianic corybantic tripping the light fantastic/ when I’m mantic my schematics are meta-thematic/ in a noosphere conjured by cybernetic chaos magik

@jaredrubin1300

6 жыл бұрын

STFU with this BULLSHIT "electromagnetic prophetic kinetic pathetic cyber tron alphabetic" face ass! You SUCK

@kuryspencer1701

6 жыл бұрын

Shit! I guess I always knew I sucked...

@jaredrubin1300

6 жыл бұрын

+Kury Spencer just a bunch of big words trying to smart bro we get it u h8 mumble rap lmao WACK

@jaredrubin1300

6 жыл бұрын

+Kury Spencer just a bunch of word vomit trying to sound smart bro we get it u h8 mumble rap and are a lyrical miracle lol TRASH

@kuryspencer1701

6 жыл бұрын

Damn homie, it’s just 4 bars...I don’t even have a mixtape...hey dude! Can I have some free beats? Maybe you could give me a feature on your next full length!

#RahDeluxe would have laced this something terrible 💯

boo.