legend tells of mac miller and madlib collab album that was never released. MACLIB. there’s not two better crate diggers in the production game than larry fisherman and lord quas. RIP MAC. streets need it now more than ever.

@martinrodriguez1599

Жыл бұрын

we gettin' it boy.

So many killer beats in this legendary album. Much respect to Madlib.

Sean Price would've murdered this. 🔥🔥 R.I. P!!!!!

R.I.P MAC MILLER

@Dehangus

4 жыл бұрын

Odoyle rules... funniest part on the album, great way to end it

dat kicks equalization biiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch is dope

one of madlibs coldest beats

"Bitch I been thuggin' since the muthafuckin 10-speed!"

I freestyle to this every week lmao

This beat is literally insane to listen to on acid lmaoooo actually got caught in the loop when spittin to this hahaha

Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive My grind divides fine through my divine eyes It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind I'm getting lethal with these nice lines Creeping through your speakers Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime Young Doms, none of you niggas correspond, bitch Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit Shit ain't all good no more, y'all on your con shit The fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference Ain't feeling me, fine, ain't gotta listen to my shit You can hear about me from the critics all on my dick Bitch, I've been thugging since the motherfucking Ten Speed Redbone on my handlebars, I like my bitches mixed breeds Feel the Philly tighten with a 20 sack of stress weed Educated, at the stove I'm working recipes Reputation say I'm robbing just for recreation Revive my enemy with gun-to-mouth resuscitation Can't wait to this pussy nigga pay me, I'm impatient Let's go kick in their door and strip them naked, leave 'em stinking No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over The reaper snatched 'em, closed casket, his family needs a closure And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint Staring at my future in my rear-view Family cried some tears, I got some years, it ain't no issue Mama with the tissue Saw her breaking down, she just might cry a river Murder one, she can't believe she raised that type of nigga I tried to do right, but it only got your boy fucked in the game So I changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind Trying to get this change Niggas hate to see me getting it Travelling packs with a red dot Boy, it ain't your knot, trying to get what you got When the rain and the pain gon' stop Standing on the porch early, no shoes, selling blow in my socks And I was watching for the ghetto bird Ain't got no money for college So all I know is how to sack and how to serve I be damned if I miss another lick for the chips Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed, syrup and whips Niggas around my way be loving it I'm Cadillac'ing, blowing good alligators with the belts to match I got an ounce with an ounce to match, bust it down, get back Hopefully maybe get the clique out the trap I need dough like a bread baker (Amen) 24/7, got ready on the turf, player All day Make 'em hop in the new coupe Nigga, but that ain't nothing new Forgive me for the sinning that they be doing in this business Not using their words to express truth Out in the streets with a screw loose On the Westside I got the juice Just tell me what you trying to do She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you I go where the hood niggas get into it I go where the bad girls go shop Every window tinted but the rooftop That money I'll just spend it to get you shot Can they be hating, they got no reason Right where they got me, the place I Delete 'em We kicking on weaklings just for all of their secrets I can't believe the shit that I'm seeing I'm hearing the words, doing my reading, it's really absurd Not enough leaders, the shit that they feed you, it's just what you eating They call me young Veggies, I make it go green I smash in all your teeth, the fuck is you saying? You got the candy's, the niggas is spraying To get away and take over the land, yeah My mind on capital, I'm not just rapping, dude I'm out to speak actual factual, watch how I master moves Your baller fist will daggle you I'm from a city clapping fools You off the tit lacking while watching me fashion stools Shitting styles, you never had a hot line that I didn't dial Little princess always trying to fit a bigger crown But don't forget I sit amidst some seasoned gents And just them bitches know he a pimp and even read the blimp It was a good day, good day to O'Shea A death certificate for anyone who lay in my way You best revisit all the tombstones that lay in my way Me being knowledge, be honest You seen the profit get sacrificed by the Oxy Get ratchet when ratchets out and they firing Residue on pinata's, wonder what's up inside of 'em It's sure ain't no Vicodin cause it up and excited 'em But they ain't get high enough, if you ain't succeed, nigga Buy again then try again It's the irrational type of nigga, the John Madden tackle you Steal your car keys and crash your coupe in the botanical Wrap you with shackles, tangle you, pull from ever angle, dismantle you Watch your blood mixed with mud and stain the gravel too Grab and shoot, rib cage open like a parachute Close range, Swiss blade, poke 'em if it's personal Blood stains, gold fangs, mask on, no traits Murder one, closed case, rolling with no plates Half a body in the trunk, go to prison, no way Speed off the Brooklyn bridge before I catch a cold case Realize I'm the voice for those who do not have a voice So I voice my fucking voice, I don't have a fucking choice Cold blooded, leave some niggas, well I hope you got insurance Shotgun and shorty lift 'em like the potent in my joint Barrels smoking like Red Auerbach Still can't believe I'm getting fed on rap I don't know what's louder, the pack or the gat My endorphins are morphin', absorbin' energy Original copy, A Tale of Two Cities gets read to me Reading Emersom novels eating some Belgian waffles Some powder go up my nostrils, my dick going down her tonsils What's up? Play with an abacus, I've been stressing like Catholics That's the shit, a bit of that happiness in my cup This generation corrupt, these people brainwashed with evil My music is more cerebral, exploring just what you need to So this your Exodus, church of the Methodist Beating up the pussy, have her screaming like the exorcist Absorbing through your pores, the Lord with horns, a world war Whores are more hors d'oeuvre when it's a world tour O'Doyle Rules

This shit is so funky. Hard ass beat

Just gonna cancel my plans and listen to this! Thanks always

biiiiiiggggie!

@DarkSideOfTheBrightSide

9 жыл бұрын

Lol, I thought the same thing.. I knew a comment like this would be around.

representin buck town mac 11 cocked back n***as better duck down

@FreakingTweety

8 жыл бұрын

+Spencer Gowen I always listened that biggie track only for the chorus and that line in particular... So glad I found out about this song

Geech Loves It

very talented bro

Righteous

Reminds me of the gravity falls intro theme song

Like a boss.

dope as freak

Love the Alex Goose remix too but I can't find the instrumental for that one

@unhxlysilver1688

2 жыл бұрын

neither can i but i can give you the sample if you want its "gole yakh" by Kourosh Yaghmaei fantastic piece of persian psych rock

This goes fucking insane

niiiiiceee

all i can say is wow i like similar to that Bennie segal

this shit kocks

0:11

I'm like lighting Striking Made for this No right thing No wrong Be enlightened through song Touch like Midas grey to gold Not afraid won't fold Fight the good fight be strong Tryna contain your soul Ain't nobody know 💯 Snakes in high grass keep hummin Pick up with the flow Sip this garden hose Architectural Bargain all my clothes Starve a thristy whoa Not professional

My receptors gon bless ya when I peep the hips to the breasts Deep cover for stress, gathering liquor like ness Twenty two shots to the sky, who the fuck almighty gon die Fuck around we can find, in a show me state of misery my gun nose long and it gone sneeze Don’t step don’t breathe and you know peace Who blink first, satan Stare off, bitch I tend to pick em pairs off Hoe I tend to smoke and drink hedonistic tendencies Carousing party hardly moving alcohol is hearty for me moderation or exuberance, twisting doobies, tabs of lucy Smack me stupid, still I’m rapping, ain’t no fresher, ain’t no Cappin Pressure cooking, my whole life, since thirteen I twirled a knife Seventeen I held a tec out, Gotta keep fresh, dig a nail to flesh Gripping two glocks, turn a bitch to mesh Tryna be the best, bet I think you would Pushing double LP that certified wood Flow to stationary for these potent poems I float and carry Over bridge and underwater sleeping with the coy and guarded Godly posture, Buddha sitting, needle spitting sins unwritten So ho beck and call my style Young colt stepping half past hollow

Yawaa gyud nimu mu buhat ug beat bai. Payter ka.