reSee.it - Related Video Feed

I never gave up. This was life. Everyone knows his name and is shamed. Let's keep my name nameless. I was always making beats on the down low. Something to ride to, could you and drive slow. Bang. Bang. Bang. Reason.

I run a tight rep with a gun on each hip. I'm on the beach. I can eat dick bread. You're getting hit digging holes with your bitch. Enjoy your trip six feet deep. She likes my bars brimmed; your girl drips. She's in my pocket, and I give her cock like a rock. Twenty twenty five, you can't stop it. She likes my bars ripped; your girl drips. I give her cock like a rocket. Chang's got my back when I pop shit. When she pops and locks it, yoga spot check. Hottest girl on the block. Cops riding undercover. You're getting hit. She likes my bars bricked; your girl drips. She's in my pocket, and I give her cock like a rocket. $20.25, and you can't stop it. When she pops and locks it, yoga spot check. Even cops step.

Speaker 0 says: “Free little Justin fussing you. He been trying to knock you off. He was scared. He said, look, money tried to take my car.” They warn that you might think you got away, but you ain’t getting far. “I rode a wooden pole to four jets to see how I feel.” “You want to smoke, Jay, let me know you know I’m quick to drill. Slam the shit out there. Slam.”

Yo, VIP. Let's kick it. Alright. Stop. Collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a hawkroom daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo. I don't know. Turn off the lights and I'll glow. To the extreme, I'll rock a mic like a vandal. Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance. Corruption, speaker that booms. I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom. Deadly. When I play a dope melody, anything less than the best is a felony. Love it or leave it. You better gain weight. You better get bulls out of here. Don't play. If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it. Tick out the hook while my DJ revolves it.

Speaker 0 states, "I'm running. You're blocking. Clapping, bitch. Fuck it. I'm wop." Speaker 0 also says, "I had enough of this. Deal in with your shit. Chicken fucking little bit. I'm wild," and "It just hit the fuck you up. Just sold out little tricks." Speaker 1 says, "I hate your guts. Fuck this bitch. Fuck. I'm coming for you. Wait." Speaker 0 claims, "Nations will destroy you with hate. Fuck you. Clap it, bitch," and "There's no coming back." Speaker 1 says, "Fucking rap. Fucking rap. You got jack. Cheese in the trap." Speaker 0 retorts, "You're fat. You can't run. You got smack." Speaker 1 repeats, "You got jack." Speaker 1 states, "Me and the trendsetter. I've been all that getting cheese." Speaker 0 repeats, "Clapping, bitch. Fuck it. I'm locked. I'm running. I'm running. You're blocked. Clapping, bitch. Fuck ass. I'm wild."

You're getting hit with your "ass in the air," getting "bricked." Enemies are getting "ripped," and "we coming for you." "Back door, no script," no running, and "don't play fair." Pull up with a mask on, "ski mask, I don't care." There's a "clip for a bear," but it's whistling past your ear. You duck, and now "you got a whole cruise in fear." "Excavation Pro."

I'm dead and gone. This is society that did me wrong. I died a 100 times in my life. Nobody loves me. Nobody cries. I always gotta fight to stay alive or die. When I come correct, you're fucked. Biggest cock in the annals. Taking bets. Fake fucking bitch. I'm getting rich. Triangle type of hit. COVID type of grip. Agent Smith. Virus strip. Demon's field of pain. Angels filled my body with the rain. It takes away the flames when they kill me. Water type of drip, decent type of flip. Mud is getting thick. The ship is sinking quick. I fly the rock into the abyss. I don't pray for shit before it's flipped. dragonfly, and giant shift. Underground tunnels filled with pits. Stars overhead that never shift. Looking at the sky, it's a gift. I'm ready for the shift. Excavation Pro, I'm Rachel B.

Demons in the flesh you make every day at 70. You’re seeking your medicine, becoming meaner than ever. You vow to hurt or harm, saying you’re ready to fight, while describing someone as a kid in the darkness who sold out fake and lost their mind. They took your lie and denied it. The speaker asserts they are here to touch you when you’re a go, continuing that you lost your mind. A soul rose is mentioned, as is the idea of something filled up or tested, with more counted and you losing your mind again. The world is described as being fucked and soulless, with “cucks” referenced; they paid you, you lost your mind, and there is talk of murder and seeing you like a truck. They paid you again, you lost your mind, and you are laid out on the page, owing them. There is a claim that there’s no coming back from the death rays, and that the pain is what blasts you from the death rays. The speaker describes being blasted and cast into a darkness where the book of life becomes harmless, and cast into a darkness where your soul is no longer in control. That place is where love is gone, where an empty hole exists, and water fills the hole. A reset is described, with evil lighting like mold. The reset is tied to coming back from it, and there is a statement that this song was made to be a hit, with judgment day coming back and emotions flowing as part of coming back from it. The voice is heard again, the voice that speaks of choices; they taunt and haunch you with the facts. Demons have you clacked and clapped. The refrain emphasizes that demons have you clapped, repeating that demons have you clapped.

Speaker 0: I feel elated. I feel, my goodness, two and a half hours. It's over, and and it's gone quickly. And and I was concentrating for most of the time. Once or twice, I slipped up because it just completely went. But, otherwise, I enjoyed it. Speaker 1: BBC should know in about ten days or so whether its early morning programs are receiving the 2,000,000 or so viewers they're expected to receive. In the meantime, director general Alastair Milne and BBC chairman George Howard declared themselves well pleased with the first program. And as for TVAM, the BBC's breakfast competitors who go on air in two weeks' time Speaker 2: Says they make no apology for that. Speaker 3: Looking at a political party that has values, principles, beliefs that that it will not compromise just for electoral success. And the great thing about last night is we haven't moved to the climate. The climate is moving towards us. Speaker 2: After a decade and a half on the sidelines, the Greens emerged this morning as a political force to be reckoned with. So much so, they're now setting their sights on Westminster. Speaker 4: But with increased public Brother is massive. It's global. It has multiple aspects, and they have not been discussed at this election apart from discussion by me. Speaker 3: What's his abacus for? Speaker 4: For children, very young children at four years of age. It's simple. We have But Speaker 3: the only numbers that are meant to count in this ballot Speaker 5: enough no more because everything this man has said Thank you. I bloody love you. This is what they mean by the beautiful people. And we and alike around the world are going to go down in history. As the people that brought freedom back from the brink just as the light was going out. A way, way into what we call the future. There will be children living in a world of freedom, fairness, justice, joy, and love. And they will sit in enraptured attention as the storytellers recall those special people way back in the ancient twenty twenties who secured freedom on this planet. Impact on the track. Yeah. Speaker 2: This is that CBIZ shit, that ER shit that you already fucking know. Speaker 6: That straight gas. Get that sauce, spill that Speaker 2: motherfucking joint. You feel me? CBIZ, truck. Speaker 6: I tell your man I fucked this girl. I hit the streets, I played the game. I build the shit, I made the name. I hit the note, I changed the game. I made some change, I changed my lane. I a change and broke the chain. I caught a case to change my name. I made the lane and showed the way. ER and so we ate. C biz best know it. E r, we done showed it. A nigga put me in the grave. Work. 40 counts best blow it. Boo. I hit the rave and shot it down. What? I moved the base and smoked the loud. Work. You broke the joke or just a clown. Work. You ain't the road, you're just about. See, there's the name sick. But flows hard, I take the piss. I pay the price, I get the brick. I break it down to feed the strip. It's 44 for protection. Who who go to my section? ER to the world. That's the team that I'm Speaker 2: six feet in the seat. Speaker 6: That's how we get down. Impact Speaker 5: on the tracks.

Applying pressure, but I promise I'll make it. Living free in their heads, I ain't paying rent. Wake up in the air, I'm making cheese like Mercedes Benz. Please don't take offense.

I'm on the mod. Girls ripping panties off on-site. They like the way I fight. She's gonna die. Or die. Reality, it'll pound you. Tornado, reality, it pounce. Reality, it pounce you, hits you like a blast. Powers out. You won't last. Reason burning crashed. Cashing cash eating zombies. I'm speeding past. I got my fucking shit. Bold your fucking brain quick. Bold Slip another world. Mention rift. Darkness chef matrix Repeat the cycle. Sinfinet. Spirit on a reroute. Facts. Where it's dark, man. Your monster make you fall apart. Fuck. Smashing glasses. Fog is crashing faster. Excavation Pro. Original beat.

I don't need it to fuck you up, it's a stick. Cutters from the gutter got you draped up. Darkness takes control, heartless. You made me spark this beat, make you freak, put it on repeat. I turned the dot, put it on repeat, it's so loud. You're blowing up your strings. It's fucking deep, I save you guys. I need the power so I save you faster. Save me from the star. I'm your digital product, Ashton. I see the Earth I dropped from Mars. COVID. You can crack. Wild ride excavation probe.

Cipher of the nine. Step into the cipher. Shadow speaks in code. Three six nine, universe, remote. Streets don't lie. That's my cold. Miss a b. Gets you a third eye. You don't fly burning in the a. We die turning up the b. Three six nine universe reloads. Shadow speak in code. Three six nine universe reloads. Streets don't lie. It's a code. Darkness, heartless rhymes, it's unfolding. Moon shining in the distance. Matrix Matrix reloading. I'm backwards. Feel my kicks. Seven scars, seven dates, seven tricks. Step into the cypher. I'm fat boys. Catch your death in the third eye. Nice to my ally. Bye. Shadow speaking the code. 369369.

"Taking over the Internet, flying overseas, going g's while I'm on a jet, dropping balls on them." "I'm just warming up, nigga. This is the pregame. Getting to the money, homie." "I got ambition. I got goals." "Dissect mind architect. AR war zone." "I flex on techs. Real life checked. No life zone." "No safe zones." "Moving through the script so alone." "AI trips, mining codes, the hits, EMP, bar shortage ships." "Glitch out by Eclipse. The vapor trail in the data stream, making hits." "Quantum spinning laser beams." "Hack and hearts. Snap dimension. Eternal arcs." "No interventions, five de ascensions, no redemptions, cruising in the overload, the AMI does encoding." "Watch you trip glitched out by clips." "It's a safe zone battle home. Moving through the scripts alone."

"That ain't no better, nigga. Put it on my butter. We do it. Don't play my slime. When folks break, it will guess like that." "No top. No cap. No top. Switchy. 3 switches right here. And I put the That that's just enough right there. That's enough. 1, 2, 3. That's enough." "They won't go get that shit all. I know. We got"

Shout out to Bass Records. Hunter got high and messed things up. He's smart but made bad choices. He has a lot of LLCs and money. Cops raided his house, took his money, and ate his pound cake. Hunter's in trouble.

It's going down, timber! Let's meet at night, you won't forget. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Face down, booty up, that's how we like to look. Timber, swing your partner round and round. One more shot, another round. Living in hotels and planes, let's just say, yeah. Money in a thing, join everyone now. It's about to go down. End of the night, swing your partner round and round. Tomorrow, you better move.

Late night, just a big rap. I like my girls like this, hand down her pants. Her pussy's pretty wet. Girl from the West, she knows that I'm the best. No flex, I tell it how it is. I'm your banker. Money stacker downtown in a canned up corvette. Money making couple, double double smooth to the taster. Mix of the month, new flavor watches bubble. A new drink at Starbucks called the double trouble. Drink of the month, watch it blow up. Girl from the West, she knows that I'm the best because of that fucking joint. Excavation pro, between your legs digging holes for free. With the service fee, I take your soul home with me. Made you lapse, made you fat. Just smoke the fat fucking Jordan. Reverse two with your troops, so don't move.

Speaker 0 raps about being called for "the dick" and "the brick," treating every song rise like it's "too bad." Speaker 1 raps about "steal or die," excavation crows, and muscles deeper than "God's replacement." The lyrics mention "Nanotech Light Racing," a "DNA powered up shock wave," and an engine for the truck that will "make you crazy." Skyspray "makes the air haze" and creates tidal waves. The lyrics describe angels flying past, evil grasping, and being pulled into the black moon hooked up to the matrix. The speaker claims "you're coded, DNA loaded in a box" with energy that never stops, hanging your head in chain. Speaker 0 repeats "Head in chain," followed by "Excavation Girls and Rachel B."

"She's shit right now. We don't play with no rhythm. We do it. Don't play my slide on post grade. We'll guess like that. No cap. Three switches right here. And I put the That's just enough right there. One, two, three. That's enough. We don't get our shit, though. We don't even get"

I want to talk about anime. I'm connected and not afraid of being locked up. My friends are in denial about their life sentences in jail. My mugshot is famous and worth a lot. Some merchant in Philly gave me a billion dollars. I have support from rappers who ride with me. I'm not the target, but I won't let them get to you. I'm not starting over, I don't need to prove myself. Even if I go to prison, I won't be treated like the Clintons. I'll be eating steak with the secret service. Shout out to my MAGA supporters. I'll stop the new world order and secure the border.

The greatest yet, let's bet. I just arrived with my guys. Someone's about to die on the inside. Creep Moe, I kill slow on the inside like a pill, bro. Run. Watching you go down this hole. Listen to the smooth flow. I'm your friend telling you, watching you go down this hole. I'm some melted dye on the inside watching you roam. I kill someone like a pill, bro. Listen to this mood flop.

Step into the cipher, shadowspeak and code. 369 universe reloads. Streets don't lie, it's a code. Pyramid, metacognomy. Darkness, heartless rhymes unfolding. Moon shining, matrix reloading. Seven scars, seven gates, seven tricks. Black hoodie knights, white ala black hoodies. Speak in reverse, watch the truth multiply. Mirror world where lost souls rot, pain shrouded in fun. Matrix reloaded, prime sync links. Mason carved with grips, enemies dropping with hits. Reverse a trap, back seven days. Mirror world where lost souls run, pain shrouded in fun. Miss a beat, catch death in your third eye. Rebuilt evidence, blind man's pump, steel grip strong. Cipher cracked, smoked on the bomb, tagged with blood. Rich since the twelfth of the sixth. Secret geometry. 369, mirror world where lost souls run. Brain dead like bullets. Speak from where Satan fell. God's coming back is a wasp. Mason carved with grips, enemies dropping with hits. Hoodie low gets, gotta clap. See numbers, dead presidents. Rewrote the evidence, blind man's palm. Shadows haunt me. Rich since twelve was a six. God's playing dice, loading violence. 369, try 666 with a rhythm.

I'm not giving up, you thought I was dying? Nope, better believe I'm here to stay. I don't need a gun, I have a stick. I've got you, cutters from the gutter, you're gripped up, it's a wrap. This grip will take your soul, darkness takes control, heartless. You made me spark this, make you freak. I turned it up, it's so loud I'm blowing up your strings. You better run, six feet deep. Six feet in the matrix, chaos in the order, analyzing their disorder. I'm spitting fire, burning down the empire. They don't fly, they fall from the sky. Wild. Excavation probe.

Speaker 0: “You shoot me with that. I’m shooting you with mine. Your butt is built on bad people, bro. You're Hold on. Right here. Good. $9.45. 9. It’s only okay to And I got $3.80 in my bucket. Your side. Yeah. Yeah. It’s a big shame. It’s embarrassing. I almost bought my 40, but I’m an ex con.”