alchemist went in on this beat!!!! crazy

This is one of the coldest beats of all time

In my head I'm rapping to this dropping fire bars and dope punch lines.... when in reality I can't rap for shit

everybody got raps but no studio. 😎

Once again, it's the sinister, cynical, minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain, just finished huffin' the paint And muffled the fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays His venom he spray reaches like beams of energy rays Menacin' stares, he glares, makin' the hairs All on the back of yo' neck stand like Dracula, yep Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan Yeah, Angela, so I command you to start dancin' Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark Throwin' animal parts at Scarlett Johansson Enter my gas chamber, you're gangsta my ass He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass He's got his face in a mask, your bloodstains on his glass table I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel, posing With or without clothing, next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing Windows opening, shutting, doors opening, closing I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only s'posed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink, I'm standin' over the sink, posing Myself, self-loathing, 'cause I'm on a brink, mostly I don't wanna think, "This will make everything rosy" Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toe-sies Totally frozen while I close in, I'm yodeling "Rosey, won't you come out to play?" Ain’t no sense Wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers Making shrines of my crimes and capers My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends Go to Europe and put Neurofens in my syrup and stir them You never heard him like this, so don't encourage him The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin' Eighty spirits of ladies 'cause Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turn of events, and then he emerged, took Over the world and reeled in all the children Lured 'em into the buildin' and killed 'em Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels, and Still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol- three pills, the Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin' There's nothin' but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildrid He's ill wit' it, he still shouldn't be healed There's no one as sick as he, emcees'll get fricasseed on the grill then

whos here from that eminem freestyle lol

This is without doubt the best beat I've ever heard.🔥

Eminem killed this beat when he freestyle on it.

I love this beat.

youube comment section rappers be like lemme jump on this beat *types the while eminem frestyle*

It just popped up again out of no where. I used to freestyle allot before shit went sour in my life. All praise to The Most High GOD for keeping us all together as one

i know we going through a recession, but the music ur makin gon' make it the great depression

Finally a video that isn't a loop. I already know a website to download but I'm not gonna advertise it. But thank you for uploading it!

Awesome!...just gave me what i was looking for thnx a lot dude!!... :D

FINALLY YES THANK YOU =)

I really like this beat.

that the beat i was waiting for.....

sick beat

Good shit spyda, I was in the mood to battle haha.

We blastin off homie!!!

I think I finally made up my mind I think it’s about to time to proceed That’s the goal living my dream I started out in the mud buckle shoes Lots a scuffles throwing my knuckles at dudes Exchanging bags and bundles of goods I carry the weight I do it like it’s okay For a skinny boy I eat everything that’s on my plate

this beat is crack my jaw is tight

Top 5 Alchemist beats

Dope! -Solomon Jazz

This beat so hip hop. I can see lil man from the Rakim video still hittin shit wit a bat lol

Alc dopeness

95% of the "freestyles" u hear are written. Improvisional freestyles are off the head. Mixtape verses and battle raps are called freestyles because they aren't composed in any traditional "song format" #facts

that's tight i need that

Nice.

gonna kill this... thanks for posting

[Verse 1] Once again, it's the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin' the paint And muffler fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin' Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansson Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table [Verse 2] I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing With or without clothing, next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only 'sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink hosing Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly I don't wanna think; this will make everything rosy Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies Totally frozen while I close in I'm yodelling "Rosie, won't you come out to play?" And no sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines In the papers, making shrines of my crimes and capers My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends Go to Europe and put Nurofens in my syrup and stirred 'em You never heard 'em like this, so don't encourage him The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin' Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turn of events that he emerged Took over the world and reeled in all the children Lured 'em into the building and killed 'em Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels And still can spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin' There's nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch Mildred, he's ill with it, he still shouldn't be healed There's no one as sick as he, MC's will get fricassed on the grill, then

ALCHEMIST THE BEST HIP-HOP FOREVER

Nice 👍👍👍

i want an instrumental of the guitar synth beat :(

cant wait to rip this

might perform

got the downlad link bro?

You are going to dig what i got in store for this beat right here!

can someone show me the link to download this awesome beat, tnx guys :D

spit heat got bitches in the sheets bout to strangle the beat, mix the heat flip the beat cracked up bout to be smacked up, don't slip up get a shiv in ya dome, mouth start to foam, body rotting at home

@warriorbeats did he send you the instrumental?

whered u get this?

I come from the cruddy corners where the pistols stay poppin\Im phenomenal astounding this shit ya ain't stoppin\Im suited with piece you fake rappers is crop toppin\This a big picture and I'm in it don't try croppin\Im like the new years ball my flow ya watch droppin\Someday my name gon be at the top of the billboard toppin\

Attack 'em, on this track, baggin' bodies, then we stack 'em, facts, I'll clap back, and sack hacks, faster than you can tag 'em, braggin' like you got some albums, but for me, this mic is valium, and I'm addicted to spit, this quick witted shit, I pound 'em, but let's get back to the fact that diss track is comin' after the pissed, whack asses, only gifted with laughter, but I'm emptying bladders, it doesn't matter if you wanna rap, go back to chutes and latters, cause this is a game for the batters, and I'm takin' a swing, at your balls, cause I'm badder than y'all, so go gather, the platter, for this hungry master of wordplay, move bitch, get out the way of this disaster, I find the beat and I lock it, the only bars you ever dropped, were made outta chocolate, face it, you're not it, and as you're challenged to balance your talents, I drink from the chalice of malice, you're in wonderland, Alice, and your situation is dire, getting cooked by the mad hatter spittin' lines of fire, you should maybe retire, cause your flows lack that heat, while my flames grow brighter, we're dukin', but you're losin', shoryuken, Street Fighter, don't bother, I go harder and hotter, and I'm resistant to water, if you try to put me out, I'll put you down, like a vet, it's a slaughter, so never forget, I aim for the head, with no spotter, and with the push of the trigger, you're a goner, still wanna battle? Who do you think is quicker, and smarter? I'll reload before you get ahold of your doctor, these words have taken their toll, puttin' holes in this cannon fodder, cause when I get on the mic, I like to body these talkers, like a stalker gettin' caught, all their talkin' is awkward, but I'll let you speak your piece, cause defeat, is no longer an option, come at me, but if it's weak, I'll put you up for adoption...Lol. Just somethin' dumb I wrote.

How can we buy this mp3

good shit. send me that instrumental link please.

Where is this beat but without this MIC, MICROPHONE

can i get this beat please

How do u do that??

i need this beat

This is NOMAD, CAN I BUY this mp3 from u

Yo man, can I use this one of my freestyles without profit of course ?

The banana drops deep as does my chord. I never push, 'cause to push is the husband of accord. Beyond the walls of sausages, life is defined. I think of friends when I'm in a New York state of mind. Hope the board got some ward. My record don't like no dirty cord. Run up to the award and get the accord. In a New York state of mind. What more could you ask for? The full banana? You complain about women. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the americana. I'm rappin' to the towel, And I'm gonna move your foul. Poor, entertaining, sharp, like a torch Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a blowtorch. I can't take the women, can't take the compass. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no gyrocompass. I'm rappin' to the foul, And I'm gonna move your towel. Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind. When I was young my husband had a cabana. I waz kicked out without no americana. I never thought I'd see that santa. Ain't a soul alive that could take my husband's arcana. An ugly joystick is quite the kick. Thinking of friends. Yaz, thinking of friends (friends).

I need this track

im it homie save the rest i dont need it just be sure to pay the dope one tribute when you seek it.

Can I get the link

yo, all i need is a microphone, to get a point across, chain round my neck, st.georges cross, no night rider, no hassellhoff, because i be grinding, its ya girl a.dot, and ima do this thing, im never gunna stop never giving up, till i get to the top, occuring accomplishments, its the number one spot, pushing the packs, putting the money in the pot, gimme ya stash, before your nose goes pop, round my ends, i am respected a lot, like lil wayne, the world fucking drop

is the loop suppose to to sound wavy in terms of volume ? Thats wat it sounds like to me.

damn guys, listen....this is NOT the official, its not its not its not

where are the snare drums at 0:12? you are missing that

Yo dude, I've been looking for this. Could you send me a link? Cheers bro

Keep trying with this microphone When I spit, im spitting on psycho mode

PLEASE LEMME GET THIS

banks absolutely bodied this beat

yeh i want this shit

Another day another beat to I'm bout to kill Another day another dollar to pay bills Fckin sick and tired of living in this struggle Maybe I should just quit my job and start to hustle But that would just make me another fool in the streets Always gettin put down, happiness is Sumin I don't see This life is something you don't want it's tough Tryna make it in the streets gonna need more than luck.

You better up your repititions on the bench press, I clench stress, call me spidee I dispense webs/Mr. Clean here to wipe away this stench mess, meanwhile I spit bars 'Taylor' made like a hemmed dress/Wipin ya germs off won't even do a damn thing, this man's zing just fell short like a fan's wing/A trainwreck, he was impailed from the back, derailed off the track, shit, he even failed to do THAT/I'm nailin the facts...I don't need a tool of the trade, for proof of the spoof, a fool I just made

Yo cuzin I need that beat

Microphone fiend

yes you can write freestyles.

i could use this beat!! hit me up

Best thing alchemist ever made

He's a tarantula gargantuan is crazy lol

Why not just put the download link in the info area?

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kate, it's time. It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin). Straight out the super dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep as does my soap. I never bleed, 'cause to bleed is the spouse of rope. Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined. I think of hammers when I'm in a Houston state of mind. Hope the slope got some hope. My envelope don't like no dirty dope. Run up to the scope and get the rope. In a Houston state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hideous stick? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the quick. I'm rappin' to the leg, And I'm gonna move your keg. Smelly, single, crazy, like a pixie Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dixie. I can't take the rain, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no arcana. I'm rappin' to the keg, And I'm gonna move your leg. Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind. When I was young my spouse had a dick. I waz kicked out without no sic. I never thought I'd see that kick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's quick. A slippery joystick is quite the kick. Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).

email me the instrumental please

Please send me link

Simplesmente foda

@UWillKnowMeAsThatGuy, yeah I thought I was the weird one that noticed that too.

Slow it down somewhat 🔥🔥🔥

it's great slaughterhouse is by Shady now

This is not what I was looking for lmao

plz send me this beat

Аёу, АК, вот вам два колпака Чтоб наверняка, больше кофе меньше молока Это Гуфака, меньше вальса, больше гопака Я всё реже по музеям и чаще по кабакам Наша страна широка, моя походка легка ЕКБ, МСК, не путай берега Жди в твоём городе где-то после четверга Куда не летят самолёты, точно едут поезда А, ну да, по ходу так и надо И последние два года я всё чаще бываю за МКАДом Краткость - сестра таланта, ой да ладно Нам абсолютно не в падлу вырывать листы из тетрадок Нас это радует, вам это нравится тоже Хлопайте в ладоши для Вити, Максима и Лёши Автомат Калашникова так и ебошит Хочешь накурить? Неси бошек, только хороших Вот я о том же, сколько можно уже? От ещё одного буля вашей ганжи мне не станет хуже Ты лучше подойди к процессу серьёзно Здесь раста-боссы: ZM, Берёза Спроси у взрослых, подумай пока не поздно Чтобы не сказали потом, чё за беспонт принёс ты Мы просто очень давно в литературном клубе Везде есть те, кто хочет, чтобы мы с ними подули А мы дуть любим, вот мы и дуем Я респектую всем, кто меня где-то когда-то накуривал Где бы я ни был, зимой или летом Находился добрый человек с огромным штакетом Всем моим секретным агентам рахметы Я не помню всех имён, кто знает, тот поймёт Почему в аптеках не бывает пипеток? Мы не знаем ответа, делаем рэпчик и не ебёт Clever & Einer Bankz 'Backwoods' (Live Performance) | Open Mic [Припев: Ноггано] Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами И зависают на весах под правильный саунд Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад Перезвони, если занят, мы всё взяли Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами И зависают на весах под правильный саунд Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад Перезвони если занят, мы всё взяли [Куплет 2: Ноггано, Витя АК] Безумное трио плюс Ноггано задира Даже разбитый в хлам не ухожу с ринга Довёл своей сатирой критиков до тика Дырки строчат на меня диссы под копирку Дымись, папирка, контрабанда от Вити из Египта Говорю: «Это ж сроком можно, Витя, на пятнаху влипнуть» А он мне в ответ хитрую лыбу: «Лучше пятнаху, чем курить галимую глину» Ира говорила: «Ноггано - это жёстко и дико» Но пошла на концерт на пару с подругой Викой Там, попав под дым, залипнув у бара Проебала сумку Birkin, и в ней косарь грина налом После на стене оставила мне коммент, мол Музыка твоя говно, а сам ты гопник Из твоих поклонников минимум каждый третий уголовник И во вторник я иду на концерт группы «Корни» Ёпта, «Корни» - это заебись Но лучше сходи, бикса, тасанись на концерт дуэта «БиС» Бис-бис, дымись, каннабис У нас всё ровно, в рот ебись, шоу-биз Говорят: «Ты худший пример для примера» Отвечаю: «Быть примером - это к президенту с премьером» Мне говорят: «Тебе далеко до настоящего поэта» Отвечаю: «Главное быть настоящим, а поэты - это к Фету» Мне говорят: «Твоё музло - жёсткая пропаганда» Отвечаю: «Есть, как есть, решай сам, как надо» Такие предъявы закидывай папам и мамам И мусорам, крышующим торгующих ядом Мне говорят: «Твоё музло - это не рэп» Но мой простецкий сленг разлетелся по всей стране А твой жалкий закос под америкосов Увы, так и останется дешёвым закосом Когда откажет головной мозг, воспользуюсь костным Мои рифмы как дикие осы Фото на постере, для тебя - это космос Мой космос - пизженный Оскар у Костнера Скажешь: impossible как интервью с Познером Поздно, мы уже раскачали полстраны, руки в воздух! Дыши и ты вперемешку с разрывными парами Те, кто здесь, респектуют тех, кто с нами [Припев: Ноггано] Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами И зависают на весах под правильный саунд Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад Перезвони, если занят, мы всё взяли Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами И зависают на весах под правильный саунд Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад Перезвони если занят, мы всё взяли [Куплет 3: Витя АК] Улетевшие МС стелят на биты И ты хотел бы как они, но они не ты Тогда понты свои в долгий ящик отложи Смотри по ящику LG как мы убрали всех с лыжни Может ведь кто-то в рэпе сильно разбирается И вряд ли на концерте меня спутает с Юрием Гальцевым Тогда я понимаю, что не зря курил Голосуйте за меня, I'm a motherfucking real АК, Ноггано, Гуф, давай, делай шире круг Города поют, братан, когда слышат этот звук Для парней и их подруг, дешёвым МС хук Что за нервный тик, когда в голову твою тук-тук? Витя АК майком обладает Ведь твоё сердце тает, когда это в воздухе витает «Алё, Таня? Привет, это Виталик Зайди вКонтакт, я на стене тебе это дерьмо оставил» Копируешь стайл у зеркала с расчёской Тут каждый в своём стиле наворачивает жёстко Берёза, Moscow, подросток или взрослый Бойся 228, если пудришь носик [Припев: Ноггано] Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами И зависают на весах под правильный саунд Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад Перезвони, если занят, мы всё взяли Респект тем, кто с нами делятся чудесами И зависают на весах под правильный саунд Мы не из тех, кто на измене валит на Запад Перезвони если занят, мы всё взяли [Куплет 4: Макси АК]

hey thank you i really want to kill this beat!!! i would really like it if i could get it from you but i dont really want to but my email up here!! how do i personal message?

i just heard it like 2 days ago man, i heard Em rip it a year or so ago...but jus found out it was a slaughterhouse track. i dunno why ur hatin on me? i never seen ur rhyme?

yo hit me up wit the download my dude maybe we can collab on sumthin ill be postin up some vids soon

i just make a 1:30 freestyle to this its crazy ill send you the link when i post it

0:14

shivery shaken drinkin bottles witness the hangings, hypocrites legs dangling rope tied to ceilings, Guantanamo bay shit fuck it you get no hearings, speaker blaring so much bass it will knock off your earrings, painting walls with murderous thoughts silence the victim, Picasso with the blood dripping the canvas my kitchen, the flow is always my mission but lyrics are my visions, I stay down to earth cuz the snipers in high positions, bombs droppin, arms flying his men diein keeps lookin behind him cuz he keeps hearing Aks firin, all the while kings feast and dining in silence, but peasants are pawns so he just moves to violence, but before he left for war he had a trick up his sleeve, he poison the beef all the kings are dead and deceased, when he gets home its just his family him and he, he lays his rifle on ground he oaths to preach the peace

Everybody talking about em's freestyle like it wasn't a song by slaughterhouse called microphone😂🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

i made it so u cant live without me u phien made u wanna kill any bitch that doubt me once u grip around me u feel the energy crowds start formin u feel the chemistry u sober up u dont even feel the hennesy u aint gangsta but u play it real convencingly u only nice around me like scott pipen 50 jars of piff grey goose an hot bitches u only talk about it in ya ryme u do not live it i gave u power i made buck wild son u can tell were u got ya who style from u on top howcome

VALD ⚪

i just spit a dope ass freestyle

sootsoot...yummy....

It's not official but it's pretty fuck'n good.

Dommage kon peux pas mettre un j'aime je l'aurais bien mis :D

anyone like aussie hip hop ? if so thumbs up n ill spit over it

actually "Freestyles" can be written

hey bro message me da link---thanks n advance