Rilès

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Rap / Hip-hop

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Hip-hop Pt.3

Off of "Char-Broiled", hosted by the phenomenal Pay$tyle Music, is Sky Music Group's artist, Charlie Muscle, with his take on J. Cole's "Workout"

Work Out(Charlie Mix)

Apologies To The Queen

Catalyst, Mighty Joe, Shark Sinatra, Esque Coast

Produced by Count Bassy

Fly Away

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Ordre de passage : Spider ZED / Assassam / LecHad

Threesomie

Hugo Tsr - Flaque de Samples - 4/ Le Cul Fermé Et Les Oreilles Ouvertes

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i do not own this song and no copyright was intended

Jaquae - Thats Harr

Produced/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me

Lyrics:

[1st verse]
Blood on my lips I'm so hungry I'm 'bout to kill them all
Tears on your cheek, bitch you thristy and I'm your waterfall
Street is the shit, you can't escape so we had to got balls
Don't even speak your language, stil got more bars
Don't need to sell your shit to prove who's the boss
I'm fighting everyday you can see on my arms
Capoeira, pancrase, with no gun bitch you done
Grandpa's a warrior, I got that on my bones
Today I may chill with you, tomorrow you done
Today I may be unknown, tomorrow I'm on
Now many motherfuckers starving to be known
You ain't even spit a verse, I already won

[Chorus: Quotation] x2
"Nowadays niggas want to be at the top"
"Nowadays rebeus want to get out the block"
"Nowadays white motherfuckers wanna rap"
And I'm sitting here ready to burn them up, hun

[2nd verse]
Now, who's the realest?
Now, where're the killers?
Now, who's the baddest?
No, we ain't modest
To this street credibility,you can't find no democracy
But we use our abilities to get out of this misery
Bitch, you know my name 
But you don't know my mind, my history
I came in this game, I was well trained
My mom in hysteria
We are so scary that at first sight I beat the shit of you
Don't even speak your language I'm before every move you do
Every move you do, every, every move you do
Every move you do, every fucking move you do!

[Chorus 2: Quotation] x2
"Nowadays white motherfuckers at the top"
"Nowadays niggas want to get out the block"
"Nowadays all of my rebeus wanna rap"
And I'm sitting here ready to burn them up, hun

[3rd verse]
Ain't nobody better than me, and if you find better than me
It's just that it's a second me, a second we? a second us
I told you we the killers, I told you we the realest
I told you we the best and I told you we'll be better 
Than you, maafaka
Now where's your bitch blocka
If you kill me tomorrow, I'll be you next phobia
I'll be you next terror, unable to see color
Just living to feel the dolor, crying every night "Mamaaa!"
"Mama, mama, I just killed a mothafaka, faka!"

[Chorus 3: Quotation] x2
"Nowadays rebeus want to be at the top"
"Nowadays white motherfuckers at the block"
"Nowadays all of my niggas wanna rap"
And I'm sitting here ready to burn them up, hun!


VIDEO

NOWADAYS (Prod. Rilès)

Snapbacks & Fitted Caps Ft. Jetta

Joke - Majeur En l'Air ( LaSmoul remix )

1995-la source prod.juliano

Lyricson - 08 - Night And Day

BABY E. - FINESSIN 

PRODUCED BY BABY E. 

2015 



BABY E. - FINESSIN

dont hesitate....

LYRICS : 

Pull the trigger
Aint nobody gonna do it for you 
Pull the trigger 

(Francesca Frame)
Maybe you should pull the fuckin trigger

Pull the trigger
Aint nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger
Dont hesitate just shoot

Why you believing the propaganda
Why everybody sound like they wanna be from Atlanta
Are you the voice or the echo
Are you the nail or the hammer
I be talking while chewing my beats
I don't mind my manners
Choruses that fit the opera
That's why I need phantoms
I got my doubt at gun point
That's why I need ransoms
And I be handsome
That's why I got your girl before the money
Honestly I thought I'd have 30m's before my twenties
But I'm cool with how its happening
Girl in San Fran who wants to cross routes with me
Like a Yung Colin Kapernick
Treat the money like a lateral
I'm passin it
Cuz my family's number one
I never put em number two
Tryna buy a house in cash
For all the times we had to move
All the times my mom cried
Cuz she ain't know what else to do
All the times she lost hope
Cuz she ain't know what else to lose
All the times I shoot shots
Cuz I don't know what else to shoot

Pull the trigger
Aint nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger
Dont hesitate just shoot

Imma stay winning
I don't believe in luck
I believe that life's a buffet
Better eat it up
I've seen enough
To know
That I'm really bout to blow
Never felt like an employee
Always felt like CEO
Even when I stacked shoes
I was never clocked in
Yea I always walked out
But I never walked in
That's a tribute to my headspace
Lately my Devils have been Spanish chicks in red lace
Doin brujeria on me for 10 days
More like 10 months
But I got out of it
If I fall in love again it's probably with a Saudi chick
But I keep my head up high
And my middle fingers higher

Pull the trigger
Aint nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger
Dont hesitate just shoot


Pull the Trigger (Prod. Russ)

LISTEN TO WHOLE SONG

Produced / Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by me

LYRICS:

[1st verse]
Tchak tchak, motherfuckers don’t you know
I’m the only, only one who knows
I came in this book of shame
I ain’t talking Fifty Shades
But this rap game where I whip them all
Talking ‘bout that we’re banging our head on walls
But we still ain’t got no coins
No Mario, merrier we bros!
Everytime I spit a rhyme, Rilès convicted for crime
‘Cause I murder all of these niggas
And you say you’re a genius, the chosen of the chosen
Like a thousand other postulants
You say you’re a lyricist, you’re just blowing your penis
Got no bills but I got bars and balls
To kill every fakers, pretending to be seers
They might see that imma scare their soul
And imma sow their scars, already see them sob
Motherfuckers don’t you know I’m on?
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run, I run, I run
Where this shit is going? I don’t know but in my mouth a gun
I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron!
 
[Chorus] x2
I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun
I don’t know that I’m not the only one
 
[2nd Verse]
I ain’t got no money, plus I ain’t got none of your contact
I ain’t got no priviledge, I am not white and neither black
I am just a frech-ass motherfuck- I wan’t some payback
Look at the work I did you see how many people give a fuck
A fuck, a fuck, they don’t give a fuck, they don’t give a fUuUuUuUuck
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run
Where this shit is going? I don’t know but in my mouth a gun
I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron!
 
[Chorus] x2
I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun
I don’t know that I’m not the only one
 
[3rd Verse]
I don’t know where this shit is going, hun
I don’t know that I’m not the only ooooone
I wanna taste the cake, I wanna snatch the game
Freestylin’ with style and your blind and I’m more than insane
We all starving for fame, to end up like Cobain
When I don’t talk to them, I’m making too much gains
My mind’s free, my time not
I ain’t got time for games
I’m hating everybody, why?
I mean, I can explain
I see too many spoon-feed niggas proliferating
This ain’t a fucking competition
If you got no team to wash your ass
I really wonder what you’d be doing
But I’m blaming the industry for being caught in the trend, you know..
You know what I’m saying?
You know what I’m talking ‘bout?
I ain’t got no plays on my songs
I ain’t got no views on my videos
But I still fuck these niggas, fuck that!
 
[Chorus]
[Conclusion within the chorus]
Rilès : “I really don’t know..
But I am the only one”
X : “Whaaaat? Wha.. wh.. what ? Listen.. listen
You think you’re the only one?
You really think you’re the only one man?
Naaaaaah fuck that! You a bitch-nigga!”
Rilès: “I know there’s too many sharks in this game,
But imma be careful, imma sweep everybody else that’s gonna be on my way..
Ouh! And imma kill all these motherfuckers.”

Another Complaint, But (Prod. Rilès)

C'est un morceau qui parle d'Amour. Et d'amours. J'espère qu'il va vous plaire, pour une fois que je rappe un truc joliment écrit. Dites moi ce que vous en pensez, un like, un commentaire, n'importe quoi. Je trouve ça important et ça me fait vraiment plaisir. Le son date un peu, je l'avais écrit pour qu'il soit l'outro d'un projet avorté. Il est aussi l'introduction d'un morceau caché, Thérapie. 

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Instru/enregistrement/mixage/mastering par Larry Staw.

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L'illustration est un tableau peint par Caspar David Friedrich en 1823-1824. Il s'appelle "La Mer de Glace" (allemand : Das Eismeer)et a une histoire qui colle assez bien à mon morceau. 

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Sample de voix issu du film The Machinist de Brad Anderson.
Sample de Solitaire de Chilly Gonzales

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Paroles :

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J'ai vu ma mère amorphe et morfler sous morphine,
Ses traits que la mort fane quand elle côtoie Morphée.
J'ai vu. J'ai vu l'diable, j'avais même pas dix piges,
J'suis devenu un de ses disciples priant sous une lune noire,

Jeté en pleine mer gelée, sans patins.
Ma jeunesse : une putain ligotée à mon plumard.
Les vagues m'écorchent mais ne me font plus mal.
Je vogue accroché à une plume d'oie.

C'est dans la mélasse que je meurs seul, hélas,
Comme Meursault je me noie dans mes larmes que la mer sale.
Dites merci à mes démences au cas où j'canne, car
J'assiste à ma déchéance comme Osamu Dazaï.

Je vis entre art et Anthrax avec ce masque qui m'entrave :
Tant qu'il reste un rempart le seigneur ne se rend pas...
Merde... Reprends toi,
Ça sera jamais ton grand soir, ta vie est un entracte.

L

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J'me souviens de ce pull en cachemire imprégné de son odeur,
Ce pull en cauchemar imprimé de mon horreur.
Chaque soir j'me couche mort... ou presque.
J'voudrais revoir son front pour le décorer d'une couronne.

Distant, je sens l'froid faire frire mes poumons...
Le temps passe... mon sang s'glace.
Ils disent que l'angoisse a flétri la pomme
De la discorde. Discret, le serpent se pâme.

Sous la grêle et les poussières cométaires,
Tout verre où tu poses tes lèvres... est un Graal.
Et je gueule, prisonnier des vagues de glace :
"Ça m'est égal d'être pris pour un d'vos sacs de frappe !"

Chacun fait sa vie la mienne se forge face au vent.
J'crache un caillot d'sang, j'pensais jamais en voir autant.
J'entends l'orgue qui joue pour ma dernière danse :
On me largue au milieu d'une mer blanche. 

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Marre d'aimer des murs et de mes amers émois !
Le navire s'amarre comme un poids lourd. Alors
J'arrive à lire "à l'aide" sur la proue, et j'croise
Beaucoup d'hommes à la mer depuis qu'l'amour est mort...

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Vagues De Glace

Produced by Metro Boomin & DJ Spinz 

Ty Dolla $ign Debut Album Free TC available now! smarturl.it/FreeTC 

Ty$ - Know Ya ft. Trey Songz [Prod. by Metro Boomin & DJ Spinz]

O'BOY - SALOON

F Cancer (Boosie)(feat. Quavo)

produced / recorded / mixed / mastered by me in my bedroom

[Verse 1]
I came in this game like a motherfuckin' rat,
Like I was starving for thingS I never thought I could have,
I gave you all I got!
Now you talk behind my back?
I ain't a time-philantropist anymore.

WHAT?

You came to me like a little child,
I brought you up, fed you and gave you all of my time
I taught you all I learned, lended you what I earned
Without me nah you ain't even a piece of shit, you turd

[Chorus]
Yesterday we were brothers, oh now we're enemies!
Understand I'm no longer, numb and my time ain't free
Yesterday we were brothers, oh now we're enemies!
Understand "fuck your eager", yeah you been too greedy

[Verse 2]
You don't know shit about how to start the game
Not the same level, struggle, sacrifices, pain
Ayo! Ain't no questioning about who is the best
You better not test,
I am Gatsby, you're the guest. YES.

[Bridge]
Wanna snatch my dreams
Imma be your worst nightmare, yeah
Don't play with fire
Holy water's in my hands

[Verse 3]
And I don't care if you do, you don't
Distinguish what I'm saying
Many meanings in my texts but I swear this shit no fiction
I wrote these lines cuz it releaved a big part of my pain
It will never be the same, nigga I will still be yelling!

[Chorus] 
Yesterday we were brothers, oh now we're enemies!
Understand I'm no longer, numb and my time ain't free
Yesterday we were brothers, oh now we're enemies!
Understand "fuck your eager", yeah you been too greedy

[Bridge 2]
BROTHERS.
ENEMIES.
NO LONGER.
BELIEVE.

[Chorus]
Yesterday we were brothers, oh now we're enemies!
Understand I'm no longer, numb and my time ain't free
Yesterday we were brothers, oh now we're enemies!
Understand "fuck your eager", yeah you been too greedy.
Yyyyyyyyyyyyééééééééééé

MUSIC VIDEO HERE :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHOfd7tWZtA

Cover by Leon Scott-Engel + Reworked by Rilès

BROTHERS (Prod. Rilès)

Slime Season 3

Digits

YEAR OF THE THUG

SremmLife 2

Look Alive

RILÈSUNDAYZ #6: 'U Better Listen (My Own)'

Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom

LYRICS:

"Yo, yo, Rilès you good?
yeah, yeah, yeah, ok, ok..
I saw your songs.. you know, I like that shit
it's cool, the vibe is cool.. 'Brothers'.. yeah yeah
I like 'Nowadays' and shit.. yeah it's cool, it's cool..
So, humm..
You know I make beats.. I think I can make beats for you,
Let's make a project together,
Let's make a song or something like that"
 
WHAT?

Hey, I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
My own, My own
My own, My own...

Ok, you make beats
Ok, you made that
Ok, you think what you do is really 'freaking hot'
Oh you work with him?
He a copycat.
And 'cause we're from the same city I should work with ya?
Nigga, who you thought I was? No, you ain't the one.
I got hundred motherfuckers like you on the phone
Wanna work with me only once I'm blowing up
I've been making beats for 6 years
But you for a month
I don't fuck with yall beggar-beginner ass niggas
We ain't on the same grind
Not the same hustle
Been trynna get acknowledge by the great ones
WHY EVERYBODY'S SLEEPING BUT THE REAL ONES? 

Hey, I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
My own, My own
My own, My own...

Ok you know my shrabs,
But who the fuck are you?
Lot of rats in my city but this ain't nothing new
Ok you got the cash,
But where's your brain at?
You're recording in my studio but this shit wack
They be comparing me
I was not made twice
There's just a lot of wannabes and many look-alikes
English my second tongue
Yet, I got better lines
There's just a lot of wack mcees and many lazy kinds
Ayyyy
I'm giving melodies to niggas who can't sing
They rap over type beats and their flow preheated
I'm releasing the song of the year, every week
I'm tired of yall, Imma just go my way

Hey, I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
My own, My own
My own, My own...

Itunes

U Better Listen (My Own)(Prod. Rilès)

NO JOKE

trk 4 - Not Alone
produced by X

@CatalystBars

Not Alone

Menelik - Back to Reality ft. Jetta (prod. TheArchitekz) from the tape 'Hi There

Back to Reality ft. Jetta (prod. TheArchitekz)

New collaberation by R.A.N.S.O.M featuring Charlie Muscle, Merk 1 & Hennessy with a dope D'Angelo sample. If you love hiphop, you'll enjoy this track. 

If You Love Hip Hop Remix

YouTube : http://youtube.com/0Riles

Prod/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered/Video Edited by Rilès

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