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  • $5.99

  • this song is called Brainstorm by Lord Finesse

  • this sounds like it could have been on the soundtrack for juice.

  • traced to the pick pockets like designated rockets

    Leave a whole in your socket like the whole in your wallet

    And im Goin off the dome once again theres no pen its no wonda why these hoes wanna give head

    n of course theres a morbid of source never to remorse

    keep the bodys rotten dead in the porch

    yeah I have the force,

    not afraid to tear a corpse

    like a porshe pullin off a fukin horse

  • vuanamasant spacc o ciel comm a quand patm astemm tutt e sant!

  • just so ya know this isnt no gimmics

  • @shitsonitscody i could care less, this beats raw as a bitch!

  • in my hood it never fails to be gun shots. i cant explain a mothers pain when her son drops..you get a hole in your dome is when the fun stops.i dunno just messin arround

  • People who write rhymes on youtube, I think you guys have great things to say. But if you really want that idea to evolve into something worthy of yourself. Buy a 2 dollar notebook and put your effort there, the outcome price of reading that rhyme is worth more then riches.

    ...

    not discouraging anyone just saying real talk...

  • eery people fear me and stear clear because the last dumbass who got near me dropped him in a lake up state out of jurisdiction fact or fiction axe the jakes who stash our weight while they throw us in the prisons another side of living why you think they building so many near your vicinity for cheap labor wheres our savior ready to payback the people who save us favors and rape us revolution is a strong word and we dont get what we deserve so lets be absurd and immerge with a verse to disperse

  • I vision a triple black Panamera Porsche .Rims spinning riding thru a grimy Ass block every street light you pass light briefly shines across the dashboard. Navigating potholes with precision. Bad chic riding shotgun Dick hungry n staring @ you an you feel her grilling you from your peripheral vision. Damn sounds like a nice move. Lmfao I think I will do that tonight being that I own one.

  • This track is real tragic. This would be the music playing if you hunting someone at night. It wud suck to be them once found.

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  • Dope Ass Beat

  • this that gritty grimey new york shit beast beat

  • finesse be makin some epic ass beats, i could see dis shit in like a film

  • my demons,finna let loose,as im hittin' tha 8th juice,with tha French Cognac,sippin',slow like i was in slow-mo,broke both ya legs,now ya aint to proud to beg,cuz ya caught in Temptation,put ya self in this situation,penetratin' my glock on ya dread,while the sweat rollin' off my 4head,in a cold sweat,look me in my eyes so ya won't forget,ya got burnt like my indo,peep out my window,"make sure the coast is clear,yo!",death i love to mimic,remember this i take "No Gimmicks" Muthafuckaz!!

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  • tote two glocks,with them bitches cock'd,in ya grill piece,ya finna be decease,watch me increase,the murder rate of tha black ratio,braggadacio,don't ya know,im the rap phenominal,abominal like the snowman,slang keys,in 3's,make to many G's,nigga please,droppin' on ya knees for an extra hit,oh shyt,unload the clip,in ya chest cavities,finna lose gravity,all cuz ya wanna be greedy,now ya bleedy,close ya eyes,lay ya head back,cuz ya finna be restin' on a pillow sack, muthafucka!

  • ayo could u send this to my email

  • @darkfloat what song

    

  • Im from Queens, Just a young teen living da dream// Flows hotter than buckets of steam which lowers your fucking self-esteem..I dont give a rats ass if you come hard or come clean...i will still control you harder than a remote Wii..which my arms goes faster than Jet Li's arm// going viral on your ass that you'll wined up at da Farmville class..this kat thinks he passed but just got sent back to da back of the class..now who's last? u candy ass...I got more Mass than ya'll Appeal ;)))

    Queens

  • @freedomland11 watch me loosen ya teeth,with ya spirit of death beneathe,or above thee,blood lookin' lovely,hears a tissue,stop ya blood from cryin,out loud,from shot gun cloud,of smoke,take notes,as I tote,got more glock's lock'd than dreads,cuz ya lyrically dead,should have rehearse it,but i reversed it,droppin' rhymes like bird shyt,just quit,while ya trail,like a blazer,cuz i cut deeper than a razor

  • symbolism similar to prison to take u away from ur spiritualism so come and listen as am scabbing the eye controlling to system!

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  • this beat's sick but with me it aint gonna last, my style woop ass like bruce lee in the past, like back in the day when they use to hang mothafukz, wouldnt even know your name but still bang on mothafukz, put them to sleep without the sheep, cuz when your round me the grim reep starts to creep, till your shit starts to leak, ur bitch starts to weep, then u wake up, man you were just asleep, you got the goosebump with sweat on ur forehead, thinkin how can you die when you were born dead!?

  • @FOURxSHOW90 "thinkin how can you die when you were born dead!?"

    Big L- Put it on - "Smashin mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead!"

    I love L too... don't bite.

  • @FOURxSHOW90 Flashback to your rhymes..simple plastic that can be switched into a mediocre rhyme..Take all your dimes..if you had sum...Born dead? nah homie I'm Sam's son..summer of 91..when my momz gave birth to me...Wake up, you still asleep..This is Freedomland nightmare on Elm Street which cannot be defeat..got more stone than cement and concrete my minds Deep..Swimming with me will take you 20,000 leagues under da mothafuckin sea..Can't read nor cant see// just another MC which Flees

    NY

  • thoughts of me dreamin, evil thoughts when im sleepin, is the devil trying to talk to me makin me a demon, i realize, i got no gimmick, started from the beginnin now im headed for the finish, feelin gazed, higher than ever, word play durty the ol nigga was liek yur a bastard, so i replied and said im bout my cash flow, one day ill have niggahs noe i run shit callin me dictator fidel castro, run up to your house striaght, nd take every dollar u got, my plot, was to drink brew and smoke rocks

  • @Infamous13hero this is sickk

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  • who else used this sample

  • @RUKHAS7171 cypress hill

  • Yo when it comes to the gimmicks yall know i dont have any,but when it comes to diffrent stlyes your mans got many plenty,a year and half at rapping id say im pretty nice,cause my flow is a smooth as skates on ice,give me a mic in a minute ill rip in half with out no gimmicks

  • You hoes is finished, new management..new rules No Gimmicks, you fools is viewed as women..shit gets too intense if the dude is in this, leave goons deminished, what u tryna prove is senseless, I move with intent to ruin you bitches. schoolin you kids since, being taught at home by bafoons surely aint did shit, you stupid gits is droolin as confusion sets in, you losin this quick, abusin henchmen show'em who's truely vicious.

  • i spit the most wicked shit, dont try to step to this, cuz you know that ill just split u quik. like a fat blunt, you mad chumps need to just stand up..and speak with a real reason cuz im licensed to kill n this shits turnin into huntin season. so please, realize my steez, chill out nasally fuckers n' take some afrin..cuz ima turn you corny bastads in 2 "has beens"

  • it start wit glock nines a dark night

    empty pockets,black rides parked right

    yea we gone leave n nikkaz gone bleed if we cant get the chedda

    you betta.. make em apear son,or pray my dear gun wont hurt you

    we psycos anctious to murk you,that bullsh1t you were talking..we heard you

    you want beef? im a put youre ass on curfew,

    we ridahs, wit steel behind us, penitentiary bound,a g resurected after half century in the ground,

  • im spittin foreign language but still a menace to the vets,

    with zest i put the smith n wesson to ya chest,clik clak n you gone,r you done?

    no let me cut him up in pieces,"but you already send his ass to jesus"

    yea n what? im a cannibal and im a star with the guts

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  • I heard this beat in G.T.A when i was doing a mission.

  • shit is dope !

  • Ain't no gimmick's, lord please forgive me

    Deadly habit's I ain't shy to admit

    I smoke weed so they say I'm addicted

    Ill tell you what can't be fiction

    I'm a real MC, You just choose not to listen and read

    Yes I need, musical power to in light my peeps

  • yo.that shit aint worth a dime.u comin up in here and u cant even rhyme u wasting my time u rapping on this site should b a crime and u say u an mc? spiting with a brain thats empty

  • very tuned in

  • Yall cant be serious!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Nukkas? Microphoneslayer. Ill nuke you off da earth motha fucka, whales n' all/ tryin' to make bail by given your momma a call, got thrown in jail for trying to rhyme but you failed, now u got a picture of bubba's balls on da wall/ Raw dawg, diagnosin' ya girl for bein a hoe cause shes a ball hog/ My mental leaves many stump like a log, while I'll move my pieces, playing chess against god/ you can't keep up with my speed, stop trying to jog/ I exercise my rise to power with these lyrics I shower

  • its nothing you know

    i get raw with a full clip

    just cause a faggot try

    to call me out on that bullshit

  • pop like a bull whip

    get back to the set....

    count my...cash out correct

    when im cashing my x

    i already had the respect

    so im rapping for checks...

    in like an avalanche

    rollin thru ur ave in a lex...

  • i got cash i cant spend...

    hoes,asshole friends....

    tryna get me for

    my dough lay low

    or get bent u bought a brand

    new beamer but u cant pay rent...

    man it makes no sense...

    no wonder you so tense...

  • breathe easyyyy.....

    wannabe g just like weezy....

    false flagging...

    fake rapping...straight acting...

    theres so much passion

    in a fake thugs actions

    ima white collar crook

    i should write a book

    i wait for night to look

    for a lil dyke to hook

  • lyrical content satyrical demonic honestly hittin the chronic to conquer the phonics im bonkers like a conscience when it comes to these phonics breed with the seed i lay seize the day before you cease and stay six deep in a case if it comes to the reaper ways with the heater hey make sure you leave no trace and find a space to hide from the son of a gun who would keep you on the run from the state sinners great in the winter days no brakes on the interstate not stoppin till food ona dinnerplate

  • militant mindset deprived of sleep cold eyes weep tears that nobody see's attempting 2 believe that we can achieve running from the police like da notorious B.I.G and Tupac loosing my friends with my lyrics that i scribble in my notepad while dey smoke crack showing no forgiveness something snapped like kodak can't go back to the way i was living drinking anything alcoholic smoking chronic sinking into depression wid so many questions waiting for da better days i'll see you when u get there

  • that was pretty phresh

  • amazing

  • classic

  • check ya out ya try to rap but ya are wack expose your self as the dumb and week you ain't got what it takes to the rock this beat should of stick to the gucci mane bull shit of the main stream only real niggas like me put it down around here there is no room for wanna bes so think twise before you toutch those keys or i'm be force to put you back in your place in your position listen I don't wanna hear a phony bitching acting like your an MC ya ain't got what it takes so just quit

  • I'm like N This strange mood borderline rude, my Attitude is Chew Spit Back N View. For Get U Jigga Boos N!gga U Bytchez Too, I'm That Individual. That wont hesitate to break on fakes Who take on persona's still livN with Momma. N!gga save the Drama & what's left of Your honor, Cause You'll wilt U not built for that Karma.

  • since '78 July huh you aint gotta lie, you have just become one of my allies, you little like a fly in the sky dont let me catch you on the blind side

  • I'm 2nd ta who? better than too many , to feel that competition is any. Y'all on that I need a gun ta be a man sh!t like that Guns a dYck & U a phaggot dat gotta have it. U wanna beef cause U can't Write like U wanna shoot cause U can't Fight. N!gga get Right. This Is neither the Arena or the Time 4 U 2 try & pass with inferior rhymes. I've been doing this since '78 July 1-2, Da Boogie Down Bx I got U. Got 30yrs experience ta run through, I'll let y'all go 1st do whatcha gon Do..

  • yo yo spitten hittin mothafuckas cuz we some hard thugstahs, neva quit disrespect and get ya dome split into two i thought you knew cant touch us, you a bitch ass foo. intrumental fillin mah head dont move i got you locked on my infer red scope, bust a bullet in your spleen crimeseen tag on your toe you want some more ill arive at your door with anger

  • the tempo and errringthing in this beat blow my eardrums out....!

  • ma shit is all reall.all skill.its so ill..ma words strike.wit force yes it kills.dont b bustin ma chps dogs..u betta chill. when u fuckin wit the beast.u beter knoe wat the deal..cz home boy over here.. we keep it real..we do silient kilsss.u wouldnt even here a squeeell.u wouldnt here a single shot. we do it quietlyy and we still light up the whole.block.we big time dogs..we hit up.the citty spots...when them cops come we lay low in them dark spots.

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  • ashes to ashes dust to dust/

    ill get you blast by the ratchet ill cut you up/

    like a black masked assassin ill fuck you up/

    suffer slash stabs and gashes you gushin blood/

    im in this rap spittin acid nuff was rough/

    i just laughed past my classes dey was such a fuss/

    im in your ass for the stacks kid knuckle up/

    and the money makes the sluts react/

    cause when the hundreds up the butts is fat/

  • aint no wonder why i hustle packs cuddle gats/

    payed too much respect and now i want it back/

    all of that dollars wraped up in a pradda sack/

    / my knoladge be bad luck if im on your tracks/

  • psychotic street style thug sippin coniac/ i got that green mile stuff in a chocolate wrap/ now look/ listen/ its a new world order/ so when i walk out the door i go to war wid toasters holsters strapped right over my shoulders/ colder than polar/ bullets leave you frozen like stoffers/ put you in a box widda horrable odor/ let the heckler and koch expload for your closure/
  • one of the greatest...pure dopeness!

  • Lesson1: Weak MC's will be called out.

    Sittin, patiently waitin,' debatin in my mind state, these diabolical thoughts - like satan, it's maniacal to cross the god, so blatant, of course i'm makin' a statement to those, who chose to prose, with pros they in for a rude awakenin', dues,i'm taken 'em too, and makin' it news, you fakin' the truth you claim in the booth. That's the fuckin' problem with youth, keep talkin' that shit today - and tomorrow shit get's harder to prove.

    Uno.

  • COOL

  • you should murk this beat fam

  • yeah... time flies like superman but hes never savin you, i look back on memory lane n thank god i made it through, the demons n angels that broke the painful news, that somewhere was my hanging noose.. i said fuck this bitch called life, shit ill even rape her too, then make her my wife, n choke her til her face is blue... shit.. ill invade the booth n spray the truth at these cowards who only raid n loot.. i guess thas what fame made em do..

  • this is true life, i always thought i'd be great,

    always aimed to stand taller than gates,

    i thought it was fate, but i was decieved,

    blind n overzealous, so i cant see what i have achieved... nothin.. not a damn thing, im sick of running, i done popped a ham string, i cant think, i let the ink do it for me, always the kid who ignored stupid warnings, runnin around on golf courses when its storming, caution always bored me, im the "don't model" when im gone theyll be talkin bout my story

  • great beat , great MC, real shit

  • this beat too hard 4 the niggaz spittin heat slip the carpet from ur feet, see the metal start to creep from the barrel of my damn 22 calibre. haven't ya learned wat to do wen niggaz bring bloodstain roll up in the range, black hoodie, black mask, black everythanng till the blood drips from ur brain. Then everybody starts to scream in vain Bob Marley predicted the future in Jammin Music will change from melody to head bangin The transformation begun So listen up son
  • If you dont want to die, remember never pack a gun

  • and what type of shit is that bring the gats and cats - wit fitted hats im rippin last and grippin fast - on the microphone and when the hype is gone we can smoke out, til the night of dawn.. look out, for the spiderchrome.. aka flex.. fuck around here n get slayed away yes! check the fade aways blessed on the court its the only kind of its sort on a rockin chair spittin rhymes on the porch and droppin here hot shit in ya ear ..drop quick if ya near rockin spits drinkin beers thinkin here
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  • THIS RHYME"LL BUSTS OUT EVERYBODY!!!

    The time is a quarter to 2/i got the whole crew in our ride runnin' red lights like it's  a fucking' drive thru/The neighborhood's silent, but my short temper suddenly grows cold, unexpectedly violent/ About to break the silence, just seeing corpses on the floor gets my whole squad smilin'/It's a eerie dark night and the time for murder just about seems right, so don't come knockin' on my door if you see an extremely bloody, horrifying sight.

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  • man this beat is underrated if someone said it was wack. this beat is too ill yo.

  • ill!

  • anyone gonna go against Pretense like Makaveli Allegiance Reaps this rhyme energy alien from another kind A high in lines literally hittin U 2 the sky then Outter space face a mixture in flow radiation lace Hittin Ur taste buds like a bad taste just metaphors for this freestyle but thats not the case I might sting quick like mase or a Bee N butterfly in a quick pace its a race bettween pollinate and take its crazy around like UR flying and on the ground a violent earthquake Ya know its gods sake

  • U wanna take a peek at my poetry just writin creepin lyrically reapin in lines takin slowly feelin dizzy holes in ur chest leakin soul spiritually Told openly its for the crowd that gathers round the grave enslaved lifeless just da body but da life shaved away into new dimensions da flow goes tight wit tension messin wit da brains way of makin waves right in its direction a head set or speakers flexin the ears of those who listen hear da sounds of highs in tweeters n Lows hittin subwoofers

  • yo I'm come out with the difference subtract me from all these niggas you get the realness freestyling to no gimmicks, im quick to spit people sleep on me 'cause i got brown skin born in the city of sin where the streets taught me how to be man as a kid and stand on my feet tru the struggle I gotta make it how I can so I hustle slangging white poison to a low costo y sigo siendo el vato mas loco

  • how do u find the file name for, Youtube to mp3 converter

  • listen to me slippn and shit... damnnn

  • [Tdot(TORONTO)... malvern scartown]

    the name be logic Aka ghetto nostalgic MR.HereThereEverywere up in ur project stuck in the dollars u fuckn wid ballas wit nuff of the knoladge. check it out doe.

    the 44 barrel spins like a farress wheel you exposed and the chrome gotta clear view the way it bang make a scene look terrable rippin holes in your clothes like a bear can do strippin foes for they doe and there parents too

  • if you know how i roll you would fear me too lock your goals watch your hoes or ill peek a boo she wants to see me too its gonna make it easy dude and i creep a tool that leaves people leakin fool see the seasons new im easin through the reefer blues

  • im nice but i keep a gun like a cowboy we among all these wild toys that leave your slums widda loud noise even nuns lose they style boy reak of rum when im foul boy beat a child thats cowards joy so i shud leave you wid dat... leave you wid this you just a kid. if you took offense you just a bitch. feel me.......

  • i hear the sound is psyco i hear the voices in my head saying kill this nigga on the spot now look around and prevent gettin kill or cought by the man with the right to do so, just beacause he's gotta badge on his side i wouldn't hesitate to peel a cap on his ass,

  • my finger sweats an twitches hit and run in my low low hittin switches paranoid from the blunt smoke dat i had just lighted up i tried to clear the fog turn around spot another cop with only two bullets left on my gap but this time Im let'em ride till the next beat stimulates my mind

  • i need this beat, where can i cop it

  • Heads up, like uppercuts/

    Take a look around/

    Its relic on the mic/ yep

    the new sheriff in town

    Yall know my sound

    so study my scripture/

    is there anyone fly as rel?/

    well im sorry i missed ya

  • Like a african jungle, i dont mumble/stealth like splinter cell, ready to rumble/never slip like a fumble/me on the mic is like a maggot to the wood/slowly decomposin everything in my way, creepin in your brain you should/consider, steppin off, an animal in danger/threatened into instinct savage and carnal breathin park ranger/told you step away from the cage/like an untamed beast i have no boundaries no range/cant contain this nigga/unlike anythin ever seen squeze that rosary bead make u bleed/

  • yo where can I find this shit...I wanna compliment the beat with my lyrics

  • Dude just Google "Youtube to mp3 converter" it's a life saver. Peace.

  • yo yo , clak clak clak smack, smack a wack mutha fucka st8 on his back, chainsaws im hackin, ya skills that ya lacking, offend my deffences then turn straight to attacking, ya dont know wots happnin, so step back son i wrekcless, hittin men for watches and bitches for their neckless, wots the probability of me commiting robbery..hmmm....Probably! so ya ass isnt stoppin me, so turn look ya shook, standing there fuckd like a fish with no hook!!

    1 half of lryically combined n im out!!!

  • grimey dimes in the street, dodging time on my feet, covered dead with sheets, razors on the kreep, you know what i B talkin bout B?, suckas roll up and try to pout me, so fuck the industry fuck the game, im taking my aim,

    Fuckas grab for gats, while i be gunning cadillacs, running battle raps, juggling verbal straps, You on the come up, i been there and done much, put the gun up or shut up. DFlow rep Ktown.

    ... A crazy ill mad gangsta ass beat

  • on this old school shit, the beat goes tick,

    just when i take another pick it's changing

    makes my whole flow change and look what i'm engagning

    battle 'till the battle is done,

    and you still gon run?

    fuck that shit, go somewhere else if you gon look for fun.

  • no time for simple minded rhymes/

    i gotta get mine, line for line/

    i am the verbal nine/

    millimeter heat seeker/

    boomin through ya speakers/

    so turn up ya tweeters/

    cos this boom bap rap bridges gaps/

    between backpackers and gun clappers/

  • and no im not an actor but my script takes practice/

    but i'm slept on, even more than a mattress/

    but it's all good, fame causes drama/

    i stick to the program and spit like a llama/

    cultivate n harvest my skills like a farmer/

    does his crops cos hip-hop doesn't stop/

    even when the cops comes a knockin/

    and the k9 start barkin/

  • nice flows

  • i spit dat boom batic,hipnotic,hydroponic,sitt­in on hidrolicks,laced wit deez ebonicks,my jam knock for blocks,while niggaz slang rocks,tryin to evade the cops,while u watch,put dont stare to long,you'll be dead by the end of dis song,my bad instrumental,u cant pray in my temple,u cursed,devil,turn up my treble,while i lace ya mental,i find it hard to believe dat u even fuckin wit me,considerin,im a thug veteran,such a gentleman,pardon my french,but yall niggaz need to repent,ive been sent

  • FUCKIN SICK BEAT

  • donde puedo pillar esa instrumental?? ;) es exagerá!

    it, instrumental when..? donde, download?? please

  • actually off the "big bang" album released by busta rhymes song is "new york shit" gives a shout out to alota heads who havent been spoke'n about ...i always talk about lordfinesse n big L i love them too much to forget there music

  • I kno man, L and Finesse were the ultimate group, I just wish L was alive and then all this Soulja boy crap would never happen.

  • gotta go innovative in your mind to match Finesse in his direction;true to the game

  • the most underrated producer, no one ever mentions him.

  • this isn the same beat as no gimmicks

  • its the remix

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