"Acid" – Dark Piano Rap Beat | Free New Trap Hip Hop Instrumental Music 2018 | Luxray #Instrumentals

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Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

Yo is it Fluoride in the water, or something i haven't thought of, government farming, making kids retarded, specialized death camps sprayed with bullets and mortar, but their not even in war yet, not pushing 4 yet, not long learned to walk yet still has seen more than a cracked out whore, from el salvador who can't score a draw even with knees scraping the floor, yet she still hopes for more, a brighter day will come for sure

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

That tag isn't Luxray's ?

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

I love this beat. took me a while to find it again

I like this beat ?

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

Im wreaking havok, on ur asses, this psychopathic hate addict, yall thought was just brain damaged, talkin outta of his ass is back an, dnt think i forgot, yall left to die tragic,ive some how managed to escaped outta of his patted cell straight jacket an, im ready to let yall sons of bitches have it, an unlike any of u you can ever imagine, me doing, im talkin about there being many casualties an endless colatterall damage, beyond average, im leaving everything in ruins, u wanted savage well heres savage

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

Valmir – jungunternehmer

Auf dem konto seh ich rote zahlen eines tages benzer bar bezahle und nicht mehr meine knarre laden ich mache mein geschäft rapp kajere rächt gebe dir ein messer und du bist dan ausgefächt kuck der haiwan ist schon da bruda bezahl lieber bar sonst gibst ratatatata mit der kalash gimi ja trinke 1 glas vodi pack meine packs kuck das ist gar kein hobby kooom in die lobby unterwegs ist kein hobby pa pa packen wigen und dann abfliegen 226 muss aus dem wagen weil die waffe ist geladen und der richter stellt mir fragen denk nicht bullen sind die babos auf den straßen doch ich klere es mit blei 226 ist einfach hai ich weiß der richter wird es nie verzeihn also renn ich wider rei doch es muss so sein ha rede nicht von gehtto rap ich pullire dir die fresse weg auf dem konto auf dem konto seh ich rote zahlen rote zahlen rote zahlen mein traum ist papa beza bar bezahlen

Tu reconnaît pas ça vient des île
Oee mon gars ça vien d'ailleurs
Negros j'ses pas s'que tu désire
Mais en tout cas
j'souhaite ton malheur
Tu croyait qu'on savait pas rapper?
Vient dans l'nord j'vais t'apprendre
Chez moi t'es jamais en galère
J'connait des gens
y vont t'fair vendre
Vazi demande à lehsa
Depuis petit on cherche l'aller simple Nan dans celle la y'a pas d'refrain
J'prefere parler plutôt qu'me plaindre
Ma belle appelle 3 pour 100
Bientôt vont pecho les label
Nan ces pas du labelo
J'les vu sortir d'ibis hôtel
Et toi tu parle derrière ton tel
Mais j'tes jamais vu à l'action
Gros on m'a dit tu m'chercher
Mais vazi passe à la maison
Ça date l'époque des ballon
Maintenant préfère compter l'taro

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

The beat is ? bro keep it up man

100 gegen 1 ja Brudi nenn es Fortnite

Sounds like all star

Can I upload this beat on a video of mines on Youtube as long as I don’t profit from it?

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

Thanks mate, I’m using this beat to make a diss track. I was nervous about using any instrumentals that had copyrights. I’m gonna upload it on my YouTube in a bit if anyone wants to check it out (it’s my first rap so I’m welcome to constructive criticism)

Fett !!

Amazing beat, hashtag on the drop KILLLLLEEEDDD TTHHEEE VVIIBBEEEEE. Idk why you producers do this. Anyone can chop it up. Tags do not save the beat, date of production does by legal law.

I'm just speaking from the heart cause I want you producers to know this shit fr. Loved the beat but the tags make me not want to vibe and click to the next. I wanna see you get more views so this ain't hate, believe me.

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

Can i Reupload this on my 2. Channel with my own Equalizer?

Smoldering Ember

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;
Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been
Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now.
The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now.
Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street.
Flying through the green lights, feel my heat.
Music saved me again; you will always be my friend
Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen.
No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it.
Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it.
If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;
Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!
Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue.
I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose.
I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;
But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move.
I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;
Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain.
It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope
If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote.
Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze,
But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing
The art within the flow and the message in the lines?
Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?
Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?
I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind
What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;
Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes.
I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;
Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars.
Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;
I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6.
Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."
If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again.
And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;
The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt.
I, tend to see myself within the lines of
My, idols that I listen to daily.
Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to
WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are
Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?
I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?
I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;
I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!
I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;
But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok.
It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed.
Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face.
Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;
Followers are friends and emojis are emotions.
Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?
We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage.
I don't know how long this energy will stay with me,
But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me.
I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch.
Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch.
Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;
More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my nigga Joyner.
November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;
It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!

Dropping a song next week stay tuned ???

They cant fuck with my HIGH. Cuz They cant fuck with my HYPE, you cant kill what you cant see, i gott love for sweet talkin this mic, keep my reputations building in dis game. she love it how i fuck her like, im the real thing, i rockem with real game, and ima big bad shocker like silk, killin'em all softly leaving them all in sum real pain, Cuz my come ups over nite ridin, My Sky rocket to real fame,

J'aime bien ce un intrumental

very good working

very good working

i love it thx ?

Everytime I come up on this crazy beat
I'm gucci'd up and down to my big ass feet
louis vuitton where my ass touch the seat
This nigga loves Rujay's fuckin beat

Yo my niggas, they call me BLOW, cause im always about to nut
Real recognize real, holla at me.

Girls be sipping
I be tripping
Trying to find all the Pieces I’m in pieces
trying to figure out my own life puzzle
I don’t know who I am I make my pain look like nothing
Lemme tell you.
The pain is so insane I’m buried
Tell my self it will get better
That I’ll meet somebody who cares
Who blares who doesn’t disrespect who I truly am…
Bitch who doesn’t leave me on read just to go to another Man.
I’m a man who speaks when I think. Damn girl you be texting I be feeling like I’m complete but you fake I ain’t wanna take from that.

Why are rap beats good but rappers are hard to listen to?

Is this beat free?

Finna Make A Hit Off This ?

yeah askin in da hood whassup
what´s the colour of the flag u pull up when u see the squad ?!
damn right , it is white like cocain and soon we´ll be famous like the PornHub domain…

Acid in my lungs yea we got the guns nigga better run no bitch is stunned laughing and shit think it's fun nigga no I'm not done think about the struggle times that by the double with the bullets yea bro we pull it tell nigga cool it my kingdom bitch we rule it no nigga will fool it shordy won't do it because they ain't stupid fuck love what is Cupid

My girl told me to kick rock's. So now I slang dope just to buy her stones.

If you look between these lines you’ll see my heart and my soul/ I put everything out there and always go for broke/ I’ve been in it for a minute tryna get in the door/ homie nothing I write will ever be short of gold/

People always trying to keep me at the floor/ Tryna keep me at level one can’t take no more/ but to all of my haters I’d like to raise a toast/ I don’t mean to gloat or sit around and boast/

But life is getting much better and you know it/ needed to catch up to my career and rope it/ I’m working hard and I’m learning to cope with/ life very well and I really want to show it/

But that’s not the way it goes sometimes/ I’m working hard on writing these lines and spitting these rhymes/ everyone in my life has slept on me all my life/ didn’t know I had a gift but now they see the light/

Yeah, they don’t know who I am… they’ll know soon though

Hook x2
Get in the car drive it fast automatic/ making waves I never leave the static/ keeping it real I need to get it tatted/ I’m just coming through to drop some acid/

I’m not driving around in a brand new Benz/ barely have money but money still gets lent/ not a lot of fans, hope the message still gets sent/ Honestly, I just need to make enough for rent/

People think I’m only in this for the cash/ you missed that, I get it, it’s a mishap/ it happens, when you’re rappin and you flash/ just a little bit of what you earned to interact

With your fans so you can thank them for what they did/ I’ve dreamed about this ever since I was a kid/ I don’t care if I ever manage to get rich/ I’m gonna spit just because it’s therapeutic/

This music is my resource and I’m gonna use it/ once I get it locked in I hope I never lose it/ everything is raw it sounds a bit acoustic/ rap is a language and I’m becoming fluent/

Going off to college soon, bout to be on my own/ was an antisocial kid that was always on his phone/ that seemed to be my only way that I could be left alone/ now it’s changed a little bit as a person I have grown/

And I have matured/ this is the rapture/ if I see an ugly woman coming for me I’m walking past her/ I know that rap hurts/ but it lapped yours/ and I’m the master/ your career crashed first/ yes I’m a Christian not a pastor/

Hook x3
Get in the car drive it fast automatic/ making waves I never leave the static/ keeping it real I need to get it tatted/ I’m just coming through to drop some acid/

Want too have non Profit Beat _

I do i got the best Lyrics
UNKNOWN……

Look at the bloody snow on ground

Crack crack crack I hear a sound

Take your dog to the kill pound

Look at your ass looking kinda round

Bitch look at my head I'm already crowned

I should have you beheaded where Isis at

?

This is nice

I hope I’m not too late.

I’m approaching a pit stop
Pitting people playing the poor proudly against each other
To see who hits the top and drops their brother
Dropping down without a sound
Like Ali I go pound for pound
I’m coming to collect
Like I’m making my rounds
You’re on the ground feigning
but I’m on top screaming
And my grin is forever beaming
And I’m making moves
Mostly unseeing the chaos
Since I reign as the big boss
While you’re kicking big rocks
Fighting for the top spot will suck when the top drops

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