"War Poetry" Raw Oldschool HipHop Beat

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  1. Stress hits Wes, hard at times in life but it's a small price to pay when your days are bright.
    See this maze is life, this life is like a maze.
    I've been trapped in a corner knowing they'll be better days.
    Stay sane like this beat even when I'm on the streets
    I'm on a peaceful mission with decisions to defeat these lames
    These days, anything could happen
    Lost me spleen in a fight like a lifeless passion
    Gone like the past, no time for taking action
    Ain't no need to make these enemies
    Wheres the satisfaction in that
    My habitats been cool as of lately
    I've learned to separate my self from people hating
    I got a daughter to provide for now
    something to work for hating drama
    Got a lot to lose pal
    Who's towel is this it ain't mine
    And you will never catch me quitting
    Or submitting my mind.

  2. War war war ! War heads instead let’s solve world peace ! How about not ! We led them !

    Who ?
    Our people into distress without breaking a sweat or drip that comes from the head and falls beneath the floor and stretches until it can’t reach !

    Crazy how whether or not the weather will choose what to do !

    How about you ?
    Will you ?

    Will I what ?

    Will you hold it together no matter the weather no Eminem’s in my pocket ! There’s plenty of those !

    Who arose to defend the title of best rappers ! Who can flow !

    Daps ! Raps ! Cool tapes with groovy tunes and no ducking not dogging the truth !

    Gram slam ! Bases loaded ! Used bath Ruth like I get down and dirty that I need a bath rob !! Hurry ! Hurry !

    In need of supervision because he believes in supernatural and superstition to the point where it drove him crazy and now all he does is roam roam roam !!

    Like a ghost ghost ghost !!

  3. Seroquel stuck up inside my system
    Military drill got the feeling ima be the next one up, listen got a liquor problem
    Licked her at the crib
    Had her eyes falling back
    Got an exorcist to fix that shit then left and caught me a cab
    Pistons poppin loudly in the distance
    From a block or two away
    Resist arrest cause its fuck 12
    I'm killin the whole motorcade
    Bumping oldies Marvin Gaye
    Only fuckin fit older ladies over 50 cause I love that roughed up slit with a hint of gray
    Touching on the sorest subjects
    Suicidal maniacs wielding pimped out golden muskets,
    wrecked to effect affecting all the oldest covents
    Dipped then went to visit London
    Found a girl looked like my cousin
    Raped that bitch then ate some crumpets
    Never frontin always selling got supply with high demand
    Walkin what I'm talking focus quick and take some fuckin ridillan
    Small talk stop it turn around and get to walking no more stalling
    Slower than Christopher Reeve and Stephen Hawking
    Steady the pace, higher the rates,
    Pack the spare tire then make sure to blackout the plates
    Contemplating the cautions consider all of the options, couple bottles of throat coat and you know that I'm off it
    Beats hitting harder than the freaks in the middle of mosh pits
    Lives Sadder than commercials starin' Sarah McLaughlin
    Hit the doobie started smoothly then quickly got to coughing
    rolled up tighter, thicker than a girls accent from Boston
    Posted at the crib, all by my alone
    gonna call my therapist to see if she wants to come over tho
    Low and behold witness the gold created
    Solely by my own two hands
    I hold possess the gift of the mighty mythical midas man I think I'm trapped
    Inside my mind, it acts as a cell
    Stuck I'm lost somewhere inbetween purgatory and hell

    J⁹acking it at closed caskets I'm a motherfucking basket case
    Railing Caine to ease the pain saw what I conquered then I came
    Double hand action rug burn all across my nuts
    grabbed a vase then popped the top off cause I'm about to cum
    Oops saw it's an urn splooged right into my grandma
    Ashes clumping tears dropping
    rest in peace at least I got my rocks off into some that is different from that of a tube sock,
    Dude stop.
    Fox trotting through the meadows where I buried the bodies
    Cops in pursuit feeling anxious pull out the sawed off 12 guage shotty
    It's a party feeling naughty and violent
    Grab an underage girl and break her hymen
    Choke her until shes silent
    Little teeny tiny teenage boppers
    Got their parents in hysterics
    Fostering their prepubescent asses
    Then I break their larynx
    What? Nah that's not me
    You didnt hear shit
    Got a fully loaded uzi gun
    Hot and ready just like the Keurig
    Jacuzzi filled to the brim with odd juices
    Forgot to wake up for the show I guess for now its fuck appearance
    Tommy gun tucked in the pants that I tossed aside
    Raw dog her from behind split her in half just like Jekyll and Hyde
    Mighty warrior, Hornier then Michael Jackson in Neverland prancin around all those litte tight white asses
    And these are facts, you can go and get em checked I'm sick of all these faggots talking shit like they took a reverse laxative
    Catching cold cases castrating well known old faces
    Stockholm Syndrome in effect i got her acting so complacent
    I put her in her place like switchblades to cocaine you fake changing so much lanes you would've thought it was the interstate
    Wait…hold up ok here we are back again flow so bent i swear I almost called it fabulous
    Little that and way more of this
    producer walking on eggshell with a beat, hot as the porridge is
    Foraging through forests for
    A girl shaped like the learning curve
    Music to my ears I hear her screaming an old overture
    Getting with the tourists or
    Lion with the courage erh
    Mallows that's right smalls put em right up on the fucking s'mores
    Taking tours through Anne's house frankly I dont even know how
    Think its snowing wait its ash
    Better go and get the snow plow
    Flow so heavy better go and get a maxi pad
    Hit the whip against the curb and park it in the handicap

  4. grieve hugs in artistry tacked shrug posters feel no love in my holy waters reflection no blood spilled in the path I walked so far from detachment lost in patterns like silk birds tied to a harder cloth whispering from a cold cut to open love unfolding while its sowing shut like dying rose buds still wet with the blood they're smothered in; a hug slightly hanging ,near the neck almost former to web the embedded sentiment it can't bring to a still enamored in a doubt surrounding its release as I hang from the crease of each chain link being formally dressed in flawed negativity grasping itself internally through the central nervous system as I digest the cement of loves name and paint the clouds in a subtle achorred bluer then oceans of butterflies; feathers falling through a blurrier sky then they sway in as it mixes like my visions of defined proclamations without a single string being lost in the doubt of its winter heart soul sold to a cold garden golden in my eye the apple but blacker then it edges the eyelash its shadow paints it's laughter into my passion she takes herself as a gift as fast as slow as all the twisted tourniquets unraveling and the air wasn't missed when I met her when her breath passes by in the wind and I feel again the soft nature of passions with cut flesh she's less of a bandaid because she loves me more than scar tissue each step I take in life is a step closer to her death was in a net based on every moment expected when we met and I bled to death in it woke up in a dream with a wedding ring chocking my one of my breaths till the sands fell feelings like a tall glass of a pale promise gently touched against the surface cut against the glass and my wrist was a dance in whatever chance I had to make the phone ring like a Lonely cherry stem singing life like poems of purpose absent half hearted soulful passion asking for itself into action defection collapsed respiratory leashed in a cabin with no water and a lantern waiting for the half moon in a stab wound time will consume surely as pure fields bloom free flying birds over sealed flowers oper to antiquity and dopamine so the rain shower will raise slower hours the cages latch spun like a dead lady bug in a matchbox with funeral flowers for its folded palms and poems loose mind that was never trapped in its open arms like a mandala gray spinning formed and I’m painting a rainbow from the other end; worn cold days in a pocket like glass flower clocks slowly bend cracking side walks black tar pit hearts ill in there soul spoken like they’re wings floating in sores aren’t broken enough to work can’t tell time between the two it’s like I’m in a flu bluish winter true to itself and I’m wondering what help it needs I’m dependent on art for release when I don’t have the keys but they seem to work when they’re broken anyways cause the locks stuck on 11 and my hearts somewhere in the darker parts of heavens friendly memories

  5. Ayo go check out this NON PROFIT dope track I made for fun to this sick beat, you won't regret it💯🔥 appreciate your time and thanks! https://m.soundcloud.com/fallensaints-saint-vine/war-story

  6. Ill sit in a cell for years come out screamin at my pears like who snitched while i hit em with a bat like a pitch all i hear is them bitchin bout doing time when they cant even bust a ryhme im spittin lead with every bar hoping this shit makes me go far im lyrically sparing my demons in my brain so i wanna blow it out with my 45 please dont let me drive on the side walk cause i think all they do is talk on my name 😂All they do is talk on my name so god damn is it a shame they cant go ome day without being a lame lil snitch ill put a glitch in the system that makes the whole world shake to all them bitches there is no second take just wait till i push em in a lake just for being a fake ass gangster from the hood but ive been up to no good before a teen my raps can get pretty mean so much rage to write i couldent use one page so much pain i could fill a ocean bitch i put this shit in motion There bars so dry they might need some lotion as i proceed with caution im in the spot to cause a blood clot in mummble flow

  7. Chợt tỉnh giấc khi nghe thấy mùi khói cần 
    Nhìn xung quanh anh em thằng nào cũng đần 
    Thằng nào cũng tươi vui, mặc kệ cho thời gian trôi 
    Đưa cho tao cây boong để tao nhét cho mày thêm 1bi vì cuộc đời này có đáng là bao 
    Sống nay chết mai, trẻ không chơi già hối hận về sau 
    Vậy ta chứ chơi chứ không có gì mà phải xoắn 
    Dù miệng toàn vị đắng thì cũng thức trắng vì có anh em hút chung vì tao gọi đó chính là may mắn 

    [Acy:] 
    Ranh giới giữa ngày và đêm đang tan biến 
    Răng tao đang nghiến vì phê vì tê hay vì mp3 trên loa đang vang tiếng 
    Bùm đờ ba bà đa bà đùm 
    Đầu thì nhịp tay đưa tùm lum 
    Điếu đừng đưa mà đưa thì chơi, chơi thì đưa vòng sau dài 3 lần ra hàng K đừng pha nhá 
    Scotch và sprite là 3/2 và pha đá 
    Đó là tao và 2/3 là tha hóa 
    Lũ quỷ nhỏ của đất SG thay phiên nhau ra giá 
    Cho những gì mà tụi tao viết 
    Cho những gì mà tụi tao biết 
    Cho những gì mà tụi sao siết, siết siết vô trong phổi 
    Khung cảnh này lại xoay, chỉ có tao là không đổi, đứng lên không nổi 
    Thấy ông sao chổi và thấy trong thay đổi. 
    Thấy thư thái, thấy nhẹ nhàng, thấy cuộc sống không tin nổi 
    Scotch và sprite là 3/2 và pha đá 
    Đó là tao và 2/3 là tha hóa 
    Quỷ dữ sẽ lại đến và ra giá, khá mà 

    [MEKEEZY:] 
    Là Cam là K hay Thái, loại 1 hay là loại 2 
    Mà sao mới hút 1 cái lại thấy càng lúc càng bay 
    Mới có 1bi ngập khói lại khiến khóe mắt lại cay 
    Tất cả như muốn sập tối, ta đang ở trên 9 tầng mây 
    Mà sao giờ đây tao thấy mọi thứ nghiêng nghiêng đảo đảo 
    Miệng thì cứ luyên thuyên về những chuyện nó điên điên ảo ảo 
    Ngồi thì cũng không yên, cứ đi qua xong lại đi lại 
    Đi lại xong lại đi qua, vòng tròn cứ thế lặp lại 
    Và sau đó là tao lại hút 
    Điếu lại tới lại hút rồi với ca nước tao uống một chút 
    Lại đốt lại kéo lại siết lại hết lại cuốn và hút 
    Khói ngập phổi, dù có choáng vẫn phải ráng vì đêm nay 
    Ngoài cỏ còn có lẫn men say 
    Là lon 33 nằm trên tay 
    Trôi là trôi về đâu khi mà giờ đây nó phê gì đâu ( ối giời :)) ) 
    Ôi trời ơi nhìn đâu cũng thấy đầy sao ở trên đầu tao 
    Nhìn anh em mình có thằng sắp gãy, thằng thì quá chảy 
    Nhưng cứ bình tĩnh khi đêm còn dài anh em mình cứ từ từ mà chill

  8. Hindu musalmaan
    Saare insaan
    Sabke sar par ek hai aasmaan
    Pairon ke neeche Ek hai zameen
    Phir na jaane kyu nar gaye sabke zameer?
    Jab mainey kareeb se dekha
    To bolne wale na nikle ameer
    Aur jab maine gaur se dekha
    To mera raqeeb tha gareeb.
    Mai tha poora faqeer.
    Mujhe गाबे ka hosh nai
    Zindagi se log jaate, mera dosh nai.
    Meri soch nai
    Par bol vahi puraanna
    Mai waqt mei aisa peeche, mera apna gharaana.
    Kabhi mere ghar aana.
    Tujhe suna doonga mai mera taraana
    Pakadna mera taraazoo
    Aur बाट tu lagana.
    Tu bolta hai mushkil zindagani
    Arre sun meri kahaani
    Phir tere andar se khud ko awaaz tu lagana.
    Mujh se seekh ke zindagi ko chalana.
    Na maane koi to bura mat lagana
    Tu kisi ke baap ki nai kha raha
    Tujhe na paal raha ye zamana.

  9. sorted in a boredom melancholiac aplornment found in surmons sort of normal words aren’t for sure though like thurough manners inambered balances I hang from calmly turning from the last still page painting things clamped a rose petal to a ditch in the ground it sang on swinging in the windless winter with a nail like decorative patience and was met by a family still time takes time to heal and freewheels don’t quite spin right all the time even though they might seem perfect what’s worth what is worth it like learning curves in a words switch swarms of perfect flies eating you’re dirty eyes for it defeats you’re purpose and leaves you in dirt pits worthless and wordless

  10. He hung himself from a rose of scars reflecting on the cracks of her heart compromising times reflections for two roads in a mirror or for wasted artwork there her toes briefly left with; slouched over a murals broken hourglass the rose hangs pouring the purest sands from our pain flows like love made under sad rainbows painting our hands strokes as rain falls soft slow like roses unfold stained cloths close bear foreign flesh opened like a fish in the fresh waters webs fully lept with wings crept open in a broken vase of hope soaked tears to be blessed with more depth than a shallow breath report kinder than hindering woes slow like autumn leaves blowing in the wind flow to the floor a bird soaring through the stars blindfolded to a stop sign wrote this poem on a deaf note to a chest or better yet worn charm in a black dress warm against her amour flew past her gray clouds into his nest near her true wealth’s silent raindrops Origami in plain art form left the frame once to make it as plain as day as if change staid the same stains in my heart came and remained like Arthur drowned in whine clean cut display plague like blank teardrops in a fogged mural neutral towards a funeral he’s the flowers in the fleurals planted in dirt lips drinking a dry kiss sticks out if you’re imagination like philosophic bliss is a gift to it saturated filth is what wonders truth is what something to ponder where was beyond for something that Constance times complements to quiescence where itself lays apart from within like a sinner holding pigeon wings that flap slowly breaking day by day to write these pages but life’s nothing more than a gift to them like questioning an unfulfilled wish they grin at me through these pale teeth of mine as I scream from the inside breathless again

  11. He hung himself from a road of scars reflecting on the cracks of her heart compromising times reflections for a rose in a mirror or for wasted artwork there her toes briefly left with; slouched over a murals broken hourglass pure sand from our pain flows like love made under sad rainbows painting strokes as rain falls soft slow like roses unfold stained cloths close bear foreign flesh opened like a fish in the fresh waters webs fully lept with wings crept open in a broken vase of hope soaked tears to be blessed with more depth than a shallow breath report like kinder than hindering woes slow like autumn leaves blowing in the wind flow to the floor a bird soaring through the sky blindfolded to a floor board wrote this poem on a deaf note to a chest or better yet worn charm in a black dress warm against her amour flew past her shallow breath into his nest near her true wealth’s silent raindrops Origami in plain art form left the frame once to make it as plain as day as if change staid the same stains in my heart like Arthur drowned in whine clean cut display plague like blank teardrops in a fogged mural neutral towards a funeral he’s the flowers in the fleurals like neutricion for an unhealthy theory on earths waters kings eating dirt lips drinking a dry kiss sticks out if you’re imagination like philosophic bliss is a gift to it saturated filth is what wonders truth is what something to ponder where was beyond for something that Constance apparently warm summers like cotton candy has thorned gloves on where’s a hand for them like pick pockets full of worms in a conscious dirtied by her words wealth and eaten like snakes those worms dried in a shelf of self wellness

  12. He hung himself from a pale rose of scars reflecting on the cracks of her heart compromising times reflections for a flower in a mirror or for wasted artwork there her toes briefly left with; epiphanies slouched hugs from our pain flows like love made under sad rainbows painting strokes as rain falls soft slow like roses unfold stained cloths close bear foreign flesh opened like a fish in the fresh waters webs fully lept with wings crept open in a broken vase of hope soaked tears to be blessed with more depth than a shallow breath report like kinder than hindering woes slow like autumn leaves blowing in the wind flow to the floor a bird soaring through the sky blindfolded to a floor board wrote this poem on a deaf note to a chest or better yet worn charm in a black dress warm against her amour flew past her shallow breath into his nest near her true wealth’s silent raindrops Origami in plain art form left the frame once to make it as plain as day as if change staid the same stains in my heart like Arthur drowned in whine clean cut display plague like blank teardrops in a fogged mural neutral towards a funeral he’s the flowers in the fleurals like neutricion for an unhealthy theory on earths waters

  13. In my notebooks.. nunna' the shit is wack not even the chicken scratch/
    That's the because the shit I rap
    is real.. I den lived thru dat/
    Im in the field.. you on the sideline kickin' back/
    I'm the middle linebacker
    You a fuckin' nickleback/
    Half my my shit chrome.. half dark
    Call it nickle black/
    Click it back.. and put a bullet right where ya' opinions at/
    In ya' hat.. wit dis gat?
    I'll turn a Dolphins fitted black/
    Fitted hat…? A liquefied noggin's never fittin' that/
    Shit.. in fact, the rest of the body'll shift to sittin' back/
    Gettin' that..?
    In other words clip da' yap/
    Im just a different cat
    you a magnificent act/
    You fags slippin' you lack..
    ya' bag drippin' you slacked/
    Prepare for this ass kickin'
    and relax/
    This sum YouTube freestyle you'll never hear in my tracks/………..

  14. yo, may i use this beat for a song its non profit dont worry i just wanna upload it to youtube ill shout u out n everything.

  15. Santos. Freedom of expression helps more than lyrical content for money. We share a collective consciousness that carries on to the hereafter, stop judging , your not the Most high.

  16. This beat out of many beats brings out a great story and sparks creativity. I never came across a better beat

  17. Ich ihr wisst genau ich switch ins Englische weil ich die anderen deutschen Begriffe schon verwendetet.

  18. Yada Yada, comma I'm done wit it
    Gristle in my teef I been grinding im tryina get it
    Ten toes down to the ground whit the extra grip
    When the tint roll down on the whip, look extra sick
    If he push down on the gas you won't ever see him again
    Volume getting cranked like Lil Jon on epinephrine

  19. You see I'm that savage that bangs when I grip that Mic and start to go I get a little deranged hell yeah I'm puffing on the weed no that doesn't make me a fiend just trying to make the music trying to make that flow shit I'm like the king pin with my partner's dressed in Oranges then we are kicking your doorhinge loose

  20. Real rap heads know Wyclef already sample this beat but it's was a little slower tempo the song is called "Hollywood to Hollywood" you can thank me later

  21. There was a freestyle rap song recorded on this soundtrack, but I can't seem to find the author. Does anybody still have it maybe?

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