stoic snapped on this sample chop 🧠

I don’t think any other type beat has captured Faces as well as this. I mean this is amazing Its reminiscent of the albums beats while also being its own thing which is crazy to me. Props to you two

I never spit so hard in my life

This is outstanding work bros. Two of my favorite producers.

DOPE WORK

belongs in a movie, good stuff

fire dude

Heat heat heat

this the 1

Best best I ever heard, and I have 3 list with 200+ beats so i don’t say it quick

(00:24) I sit behind this tiny desk staring at computer screens, Wondrn’ if I tried my best to do what’s really truly me, These fuckin nerds at work, just love makin a fool of me, The only love they’re making is by watching through computer screens, You never work a day if you love what you do, Shit, I’ve been working since I jumped out the womb, This, Moneys worthless just inflated balloons, Shit, ….Watcha gonna do? 🤷‍♂️ (00:50) I love music makin, Fuck a 9 to 5, Kickin down your door and jumping on you kobra Kai, Spit some shit like “I’m fuckin with this nympho”, She moaning to crescendo, When we’re sliding through block we get low like the limbo, Hold the guns akimbo, Say what up to the kinfolk, When I show you where a bitch goes. (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

0:12 nights like this I reminisce on what I’m missing from the future, past, present good riddance when I’m kissing this timeline goodbye like we bout to try distance I hope to rediscover all the life I’ve been pissing down the drain like brains when they washing out remains that I stained on the steel of the sink when my pain got a little too intense for this brittle state of sane that I claim but it’s obvious that I am not the same that I was when crayolla filled the page that I sprayed and the illustrations painted weren’t cynic when displayed and I played all the sports that I still adore today I could stop and keep it short but I got plenty more to say; by the way, I can sense the question: I am not okay so I stay in the same position wishing I could stray then I lay in a room full of memories I pray weren’t only temporary in the feelings they convey so I say, but religion always been a line I sway so who knows if those words that I communicate relayed slowly grey like my pictures hit with filter and remade in the image of a film scene that I cannot replay without regret imbedded in the mind that I’ve beheaded out of time; my climb in debt with all I kept inside from spreading wishing I could lie and fantasize about a wedding but I’m widowed from a life that nowadays I’m only dreading

Hey BARDO, I leased this beat but it only gives me 2 minutes of it. Is the beat on Beatstars shorter than this, by chance?

IDK AND IDC WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU HERE ? I SENT A TEXT 3 AM I’m stressed Thinking back to WHEN I AINT COME COREECT..

Stayin wild I love to pound dooors open Love to finddd moreee Abstract in my thinking But so solid in my reasoning Powered up with thoughts I hadddd to takeeee em along Said stop the negative That pattern too repetitive be gone! Those moments only weaken Once you see it take that pressure And defeat it Steady keeping me afloat been feeling better A toast!! To heavenly quotes!! Most likely granted from ghosts!! Some of em likeee me Sends my minds some lines they come in surpriseee divineee it fly’s in my minddd I prayed to know And now I’m quoting the times No vibeeee will hold

rythmic, my timing dont allign with my pigment no gimmicks dont gotta decipher no cyphers, no cryptics im the kind of writer they desire, i float every fiber of my being is lighter than the GOATs so, you cynics can begin to have some hope my ballistics are logistic, hit your brain like pound of dope it aint sadistic, its just mixed with the acidic to act as a catalytic for those at the end of their ropes

I may do sumn with this

straight gas! I emailed you a demo recording I liked it so much

this typa story that you cant handle, you been closed off your whole and i see thru your shadow, looking back i watch back, these alleys get into scandels, and from where im from , you get jacked from cars, and run you like ransom, no lil tecca, mass world destruction, it aint peaceful, this just the setup, dreams are made but theyre broken, cause they mindset wouldnt let em, go and ahead and tellem, they need someone,no one showed them better, they gon need the cheddar, but there rats, so you might get fed up, rather make it off my passions, cause this life like a beretta,. im free from. mon to sunday. this world just feels like decepta-CON, 8 billion people, they might forget abt me one day. no john wick, dont got a stick, if im caught up, wasnt prepared for the day, so i make up for, it by hanging out w all of friends. company is better, than the loneliess, it feels mid, so no conversation? just blowing out trees, feeling the breeze, but its too hot and im not about no 90 degrees, chicago like that, happen any second of the day, wont get your life back and im just ready, go out with a knife if you gon try that, selling aint for me but my dreams stay awake , i aint tryna fall asleep, tryna get money capish? , might not have no lucid dreams no hit and be and be like baby keem next day, icon not a legend , i'll be trying to get it one day ,dont give a fuck bout the fame, i wanna get paid , tryna cash these checks, this rap shit started getting so lame, it sound good just for some seconds, but rappers not telling no story, this shit sound pathetic, it sounds like you just making noise, ima remind who did it, so you can listen lil boys, listenin to all this underground make me feel in a void, grew up on that j cole. this a tragic story, there aint no fucking glory,in this long rode, this living hell getting old, catch me in a cell at 23, need me some direction,cause aint wishing well around throwing pennies for peasants, aint have my dad around, wish i could js make em proud, wish i gave mom a smile, without breaking down, but its like this, from florida,i used to do some fuck shit, grew up, fightin, cause homies only end talks using their fist, moma always pissed, my dad left, so we left outta there to those red buildings,to many people in my district,so fuck this cooked up country, js on that street like last week, and bro got hit in his knees, this is a mess no more protection, started wearing a vest, so i can calm my nerves down, hope they dont shoot up at my head. but it got capable , started being able to., started rapping at 10,talent shows became turn tables, and my teacher was my scout, met her cousin he was blind, and he offered studio time, i'll never forget why you so nice,till i lost my grannys house and moved and never got his line, took too years, like pnb , i really miss that guy but im still here, rapping like a young deer, tryna make it right outta here, with the older kids cause i was a year, behind next year.,always felt behind. you cant take my pride, no guidelines, but im still up , till the sun stop showing up. maybe this is my time. wont flatline, keep working til 99' , eminem still making music, just lose it, was the song that made me win mine.

Chilling In my room With my top off storage wars on Doing drugs Till I nod off Neck green from the necklace At the Pawn shop Ruined Value village hoodies Usually What I got on Used to have dreams Now there gone And they out Never thought I’d need a plan b.. And I still don’t Ill just blow in her mouth Always loved rap So i ain’t stopping And write more Feeling I’m writing fire so spitting Just make the mic warm Enter into hell And tell the devil I’m the landlord The world inside my palms Is just something that Ill never hold … I think the ends near for me Playing with my life's endeavours So In the morning call my maw tell her sorry But I ain't getting better Fuck, If love don’t last Then Nothings meant to last forever I’m stuck inside my mind This Dream of mine Is just imaginations Don’t give a fuck Bout how the monsters weigh in Fighting demons Is a daily thing Training for these Altercations Kill em one by one While getting faded it’s a celebration

Are these free and also good for profit?

Yo I got I wound it’s inflamed Probably gonna scar what a shame Fuck all the foolish games This one’s for the homies and then dames

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we just rapping round the sun rapping for funds rapping to put the hot dog in the bun type completion I need a deacon a beacon or just some form of vessel of light guide my soul through the darkest night how hard is this, human plight tight-rope walking towards the grim-reaper are my fellow man deceivers am i myself, questions to the ether im finna go long hail mary Larry Fitz as the wide receiver like when ward went a little too hard on the beaver i'm hines ward, not talking bout the sauce either but i got the sauce still at the end of the day were all decedents of an apple eater fiend, cretin, you ugly creature so take a few steps back, mouth breather I move all chill like a sloth my brother wears a wife-beater and i talk with him everyday try to convince him he's a big deal and should wield some confidence but its hard to instill something in another maybe impossible if you yourself don't got it such is the game blind checkers call it chess all in the greater power, i will rest

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