Name: Jan 1 120 Bpm by Big Gucci Beats
Duration: 41 s
Description: A month of chopping and sampling for Twitch

LOFI, GRITTY UNDERGROUND SOUNDS FROM THE MPC AND SP404 .

LIGHTNING SWORDS OF DEATH           (INSTRA)

A month of chopping and sampling for Twitch

Jan 31 2 92 Bpm

Jan 21 87 Bpm

Jan 19 110bpm

Jan  1 120 Bpm

This is my first upload since a very long time. Everything else is deleted. Time for a fresh start! 

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Fresh Start

I'd like to start off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for this Frankenstein monster
Along with my partner who's a bro of few words
We did this research for true nerds and two birds
Piano
Do a show, same time watch it
And guaranteed to give em more than just hock spit
MC extraordinaire, technique sort of rare
Caught a glare, sure to scare, next week more to share
From the most retardedest artists this year and forever
Villain 'nem, ya mean big brothers love ya
Definitely felonies, telling me
Treacherously MC, yelling B, set em free
Let me see, that strategy's misleading
Gs all in the freezer with the batteries and Z-Rims
He him stalked the concrete with bunion
And won't hurt corns when it's on like the stun gun
*tsssst*
Not so shocking
Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxin'
Debunk punks with a stock flow
And make them funky fresh with no socks for hocko
Madvillain been as high as Kathmandu
And tilted to the side like that fat man's shoe
Look, not to give them mix signal
The rap game got more toys than Kris Kringle
And he's fake, his ears are not deceiving
I can't believe my eyeballs no more than "Steveland"
No "Wonder", OMFG
Snuck him like an unexpected blow from a lefty
Caught me, almost shot her eye out
Felt good though, even with the cotton dry mouth
Time out
Okay, time back in
Never seen a living human being with black skin
What's crackin? Besides smoking trees and wheezing
For no reason working like a broken tetrahedron
He get paid and get even
Building
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They thought the Don had gone silent
And since deep in the studies he's accepted non-violence
Don't make him have to skip some classes
And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the fastness
Cut the rolling melatonin put a little more in
Strip club full of whores and grown men snoring
Keep the block sewed like Thread and Bobbin Bonus
And make sure the seeds know they'll never ever own this
Beat a dead pony and sell the corpse for glue
Get a portion off the proceeds for the shoe
No need to bleed if there’s no pig to do
Flew a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a platinum card debit
Come back broke as hell ask the god for credit
Dead it
The mask is like a hand crafted ghillie suit
Only if the ladies could see him they’d say it’s really cute
Hmm
Thanks in advance
Don’t try to be cool now had ya chance
Avalanche
Rappers is Bagger Vance acting
Who need to fix they pants or get smacked by the Mac 10
Or 11, or both
Find Jesus, see the reverend take the oath
He moves his huge hands in the dark like fate
Waitin' for the date to drop the tape like bait

Avalanche

Avalanche (MF DOOM & Madlib)

MF DOOM & MADLIB'S “PAPERMILL” ONLINE RELEASE VIA STONES THROW / ADULT SWIM
http://stonesthrow.com/news/2010/05/madvillain-papermill

MADVILLAIN - PAPERMILL

This song by Mentes Contrarias translates into "The Black Page."  It is about being hurt, feeling alone and helpless.  Feeling that no mater what you do, nothing changes, much like writing with black ink on a black page.  The lyrics and music were written by me and I played all the rhythm guitar on this track.

08 La Pagina Negra

En Otra (Prod. By Gaby Morales & Manu Da God)

Beat by Magicondabeat
Produced by Eilien Gonzalez & Roberto Bayona (Bayona el Ingeniero)
Mixed & Recorded by Roberto Bayona (Bayona el Ingeniero)
Mastered by bayonamastering.com 

Letra:
4am me levanto mientras todos duermen
Trabajo mas aquellos que fracasar quieren verme
Cultivo frases de progreso en mi subconciente
Me empujo a mas , si el cansansio quiere poseerme
Mi Boca habla de Vida, Pues la maldad Vigila
Dios me protege de aquellos que contra mi conspiran
Persigo sueños como si andara de caceria
Mi corazón es la bujia , sobra la Energia
Si te viras no existes , pa mi estas muerto
Soy experto en caminar sin beber agua en el desierto
I mean, no necesito de nadie que en mi no crea
Soy un Faro en altamar , no me muevo con la marea
Ellos, bajan y suben, tapan peste con perfume
Del pasado presumen, pero en mi fuego se consumen
Se queman como profetas de baal haciendo alarde
Mientras yo camino agarrao del manto de mi padre
Hablando claro, a veces soy Nefasto
Me siento un fiasco, Soy Saulo de Tarso
Caminando en ruta hacia Damasco
Y de pronto tu luz me da vida
Mi alma abatida recusita
Y me das belleza , por estas cenizas
Cansando de tanto exceso
Quererme volar sesos
De sentir el peso de estos sueños que me tienen preso
Estoy puesto pal progreso, bregando con el proceso
Hay que hacerlo si o si
Pase el punto de No Regreso
(and thats a fact my nigga)


2nd verse

2am luchando pa conciliar el sueño
Es Dificil, cuando este fuego quema por dentro
Miles de Ideas , de planes por concretararse
Dejar un legado, por si la muerte viene a buscarme
Me dicen que uno no muere hasta que cumple su propòsito
De no ser cierto en mi vida seria Catastrofico
No escucho comentarios de personas Tóxicas
Valoro la palabra autentica, esa es mi rùbrica (2×)
Toco la fibra , no me llevo con la Mala Vibra
Mi flow calibra el mensaje, Que tu mente decifra
No me dejo llevar por Cifras , creo en lo genuino
Corte con Gente por que lo Falso no Patrocino
No te equivoque, yo nunca pierdo el enfoque
Estoy hookia con esto
Ustedes con Lean y Palicroques
A veces no son los planes , a veces es el ambiente
Asi que cambia la estrategia , el Ataque tenlo presente
Que ellos quieren verte bien , pero nunca mejor que ellos
Cuidate de aquellos , los que no aplauden si te pasa algo Bueno
Amigos cerca y mas cerca los enemigos
Los que quieren apagar tu Luz
Pues no aguantan el brillo
No me Sofoco, Corrijo si me Equivoco
Siempre puesto pa lo mio ,no miro lo que haga el Otro
Hablame de Ideas, de sueños por los que hay luchar
No me importa lo que me Atrase , Estoy puesto pa Progresar
(And thats a Fact Nigga)

Jan 1 120 Bpm

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