Still slapping this banger out, come on bro

anywhere i can get a DL of this- mad track g x

Produced & Mastered: @cromdnb
Art: Robert Gotham - http://www.vagueworldwide.com/
Video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwTiLPUUmK4&feature=youtu.be

Lyrics:

When a track goes in like this, 
couple laps of Bristol till I lack the petrols not a loss it's an investment
I'll come back with a 16 written that'll interest them
I don't wanna impress, I wanna ring destiny for the linkup
Say I'm at the bar toasting to my past smoking the cigars wanna drink up?
When I write I drive like a nutter, you ride bikes an I'm likely to cut across
But when I'm driving I write like a boss, gotta keep going man I'm never guna stop
I aint guna lie I wanna get hot
Put in all the time I'm looking at the clock
Coulda been a fireman I coulda been a doc
Still burn you alive you're awake for the op

I'm from the country, things get rough
Everybody drinks that rough
Pubs an clubs can get rough
Everybody thinks they're tough cos everybody pinch that stuff
Coked up roid head you're not rough
You're just buff, pause
Anyway your girlfriends rough
Plus, you aint rough you chat waff, trust
Anyone who thinks theyre rough, rushing through your bars thats just rough
Sounds rough, mix was rough, you look rough, prick you're rough
Its like you smoke too much of the puff
I smoke nuff, but I still buss up mic you cant touch
These guys fluff up cos they can't rough up mic like me watch

I'm from the country, 
We aint got beef, just bare cows an sheep
Don't mean that I don't understand what it's like weighing up c in a house on the street
Still got chuff, still got puff
Still got pills got nuff
Still got man who will steal your stuff and they still get cuffed and they will still appeal to the judge
Still got raids
Got less light skin girls with braids but they still like gate
Still wanna go digging in my crate
Still wanna know if I'm as big as my height dictates
Still 6'8" its bait
Still drop pills in the hills feel great
Im that kid from matilda who dont get filled even when I eat meals of the cake

Hook

I work 6 days a week, an all night Hicksgate sprays greeze on beats
Im like the opposite of flash
Shouts out to big jack fat stash it got smashed
Gimme that piriteze, not hayfever, I'm not gunna sneeze
Got codeine an I really wanna squeeze the last out the bottle cos ya know that its p's for oz's
Oh please, I dont know about that
My whole team, we dont know about that
We're some upstanding citizens
Only people left with a little bit of sense on events, current
Me an crom are sitting in a trench
I predicted this in 2010, I think we're guna stick it to the end
And its only the beginning..

Hook

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Cover

Me encontra - Charlie Brown Jr. (Cover) - Tiago Lopes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrUERC2Zk64
Considered to be one of the greatest recordings from the Golden Era of rap music. The song uses an extended metaphor, using a woman to represent hip hop music. The acronym "H.E.R" means "Hip-Hop in its Essence is Real"
The song speaks on the direction that hip hop music took during the late 1980s and early 1990s. It specifically refers to the fall of conscious and Afrocentric rap as well as the rising popularity of West Coast hip hop and G-funk. In the song, Common makes an analogy comparing the degradation of a woman with the deterioration of hip hop music after rappers "selling out" for fame and money which led to commercial success forcing the genre into the mainstream.

Common | I Used To Love H.E.R. (1994) Instrumental

Broken Siren (Hip Hop & Rap Beat)

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Hope u will enjoy this Beat 
Have a nice day! :)

Chill Hip Hop RnB Instrumental Beat (For Free)

(I heard Sam was going solo)
Hot damn, you didn't know so
Well I can blast fast so freak an I'll type of slow flow
I'm hitting harder than Barry Bonds so check the golden child
Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild
But trump-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggas proper
Did dirt, dipped West cause I clown coppers (yeah)
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me
Mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that
Was on the D.L. with the squad when Solo (Couldn't Hold It Back)
Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure
Mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger
Serving all saps, hitting sevens on the simps
Making dough, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah)
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
that's right
So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground
I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise
So open your eyes, I think you better recognize

(Hook)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)

I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops
And mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah)
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?)
Them build up enough Luther by keys
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers
I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right)
I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7
You can ask my ex-hooker
But now I'm on some new improved shit
Making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate
I flipped the script a long time ago, on the five-o
When I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm)
Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggas out the gutter
Now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy
Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry
These whack creators, I call 'em imitators (uh yeah)
Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplanatory
With the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story
With no disguise, a lot of niggas despise
Because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize

Once again it's the man with the masterplan
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)

[Post-Hook] x2
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Think you better recognize

Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy
So fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggas
Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick)
Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing
It's time to earn truth to the game human being
I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine
Cause I'll incline with the mastermind
I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose
Cause I'm paying mad dues in this record biz, I don't snooze
And suckers be popping at those idiotic egotistical type of flimflam
I can't be faded Sam-I-am
Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers
Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars
I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight
Baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight
Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo
Thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots
I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thighs
All eyes on the prize, so I think you better recognize

Sam Sneed (Featuring Dr. Dre) | U Better Recognize (1994)

I wrote this song a while ago, but still haven't gotten tired of it.

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