Nas - N.Y. State of Mind Pt. 2 (Instrumental) video free download

geejkl see

if its shit just tell me

chur

As I thank prem for the sequel My bars like the fiends needleWithout they scratching like miesels You couldn't make art If I gave you a fucking easle In the mean time I'm after Dimes Chasing cream Bread Stacked to the Eagles More green than niggas dreamMy team we had a dream Till we got ourselves up on a schemeNow we splitting spleensAnd young teens Wana get in my jeansGetting high like Charlie sheen But ain't no TV seriesSo come and see me after if you fairiesGot some queries Catch me chillin on that Cruise shipLike my name was Terre 

Jalel Khalid

strippers stroll the streetcrips creeping six deep, we roll in the jeepsnitches vomit on the pavement, bitches looking weakcoughing up blood like slaveship's at seathey nauseous, we stay cautioushang with us it's dangerous, we remain targetsniggas is crazy, stick you up in broad daylightthese niggas reload , they don't play right

jaydigging2009

one of the best beats ever, good sequel but not as good as state of mind 1

KLASSICK

I go ratchet with the ratchet, buck it at you bucketsfuck it, I'm colder than Russians, when I'm rushin'rush in, like Mike Epps "my shits custom"the residence is evil, the governments blood suckin'the president is see-through, embezzlement's deceitfulI represent the people, I'm talkin bout survivalthey homicidal, slowly burn us like a pyroit's 2:00 in the morning, and I can barely keep my eyes closedridin slow steady watchin for the 5-0another night hopin I make it out alive yotryna stay away from the sun so I fly lowI'll approach the sky when I decide to go

Daekwon Da Prophet

Premo at his best!!!

GAMBIT

My role model is Donald trumpnarcotics in my trunk F.B.I. got a hunchso they follow me to lunch and tapped my phonesbut I kept it on the hush now I'm back at homesmoking on platinum kush I hear funny noises coming from the back of the bushso I check my back yard, with my ratchet and look,,, A.T.F on their jacket's, not your average crook's

Erwin Tiebesl

i have a masterplan, i`m about to make millionsfrom weed, paper and a penn,i`m walking through the dungeons of raps with just one friend,7 billion motherfuckers around me and only one i can trust,the only fool i wouldn`t bust, the only fool i pass my dust,the only fool who doesn`t play me, Daangeerouus.cuz empathy and symapthy, will propably never be a reality,a great reminder of our mortality,sometimes i think by myself,i can die right now, i just need to slice my throat in half,wittness the power of knowing this is your last hour,it`s all controlled, let it unfold, and make sure your entire story is told.befo fans remember me as a guy who left them cold,that`s why i never will commit suicide, too much love and 2 much pride,cause baby, this is a dutch state of mind!

Dalvin Anderson

Download LINK PLEASE

Sango Kainde

Now rhymes, beats and poetry I clear my throat/I am the goat fuck what they know/This is how I flow brag until they can't stand it/They say I'm out landish and don't give a damn its/The way I've been since I can remember me/When it comes to spitting I am the supremacy/The overlord looking over and lord let me be a good ruler/Let me school ya the industry will screw ya/Watch out for shadow men in sunshades at night time/They evil sodomites that hate to see ya light shine/So we warriors whether we fancy or not/Get on the floor, pump this, it's dancing hot......

FREDDIE DIXON

Aiyyo the caps onda bottle n, shotts mile ahead n, police hassling me, racial profiling, can even walk two feet inside of housing. Hands behind ur head slam u and the car. U carrying any weapons just seen u leave the bar. Get on yo knees infront of ur peers nigga freeze. Till they flip the situation, 360 degrees. That only have of wat they hidden up they sleeves. So i stay drunk pass me sum of thst cali weed. 

Un Known

I hate when faggots put their rhymes on the comments of these instrumentals 

TheAram818

replay the beat let these kids here hearwhat it was is meant to be what will forever liveunforgettable how the streets treat the weaktip of the ice berg bleak i see right through you when you speakleader of the pack strong like the will of Stephen hawking be careful what you say in the junglethe meek are pray hyenas make plays lions reap the daythe jungle prevails human kind starts to killprotecting only itself when everyone sufferingspeak the truth Jesus Christ in the booth - amen 

Ethan Thomas Snider

I've been in the same position, ignite the ignition To that stolen car, until the passage of my teeth glisten Don't see half the people listen, just envision A type of artist who has good writing and lyrics In the same actions, to react upon half of these victims To robberies, murderers that never end up in prison Still walking our streets until the police come and get him But this is reality and police brutality Is in-factuality, you use the facts until the admission Is sent in, spent with, 100 dollar bills in That cash regester with a first time offender pointing a gun at his head Led in the wrong direction, that's what crack does Sent to a certain education, just to correct us Lost another friend, see the walls here are closing in Imposing limbs, like I began some type of origin Tears are pouring in empty glasses but just for practice Never prayed, nor do I open my bibleBut the similar caps cross through empty wine bottles So the streets a hard place, to get yourself a job Unless you're glued to that corner and getting involved 

chillydotjeff

Uhh...N.Y.State of mind 3 please!!

ROCKBUILDAZ MUSIC

Yo Rocdwell where you at ? Lace this beat son. Detroit State of Mind. 

MGR prod

what is the sample? is so dope!

Gregory Hughes

Buried in this warfareits scaryhow many dont careBut the matter of fact isa subliminal terroisthas made a wayinto the mindsof kidsteachersand parentswhose coming with meto set this straightif we diewe better make a wakeThe waves need to destroythe hateif we waitthen we waited too longthe time has comeall for bond

Yosef Amaryahu

Walking down the Corridors of the darkness Demons turn BlissIgnorance is evilsBest friend no one to dependOn as the beats goes onIn the streets The pulse goes weak Just like last week Homeboy got smoked with the 44 Along with others galore Death knocking at the door Hesitated to open But soon ya run out hopin' Death angel left in Gatherin' the hearts of men No amends When ya gone ya gone Nobody misses ya Only momentarily In the cemetery ya got the fake ass teary Only person who really loved youWas ya mother and ya baby moms But back to the reality To many folks on my block Dying With the gangsta mentality Livin' up to the dreams goodfellasHelter skelter Only enticed to badMemories sad filled with madness In my heart pain sticks like a dart Got homies who died in south parkAll the way to east coast of New York Brooklyn Bronx even the Queens And it seems like q dreamAs the Mary goes around Q of a pound listening To the wind gustful sounds As I take a charge Uh 

Jay Wail

an itchy trigger finger that leaves bullet holes deeper / put in a sleeper that shall foreverlast / snakes that outlast / duo like outkast / mario bros to be super smashed / i'm that kid from the sour patch looking for a sweet bitch to snatch / no other emcee to surpass, I've already reached the top / I'm just waiting to have wallets as big as jhiggas / and poems as deep as Nasty's / tupacs death was my biggest catastrophe / Biggie stand aside, Joey's making sure New York doesn't die / legends stand aside, Jay Wail's making sure hip hop don't die!

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