this beat....is hot....hot...hot..hot...i wish i could have it now...hot

I Love this!

im all the way over in ireland, and am interested in buying this, to put lyrics to, would you be interested i have lyrics that suit this track perfectly

yo yo boon doc im yo biggest fan but i need 2 know how can i purchase this beat i love it!!! its off the chain!!!!!

smooth ish. grown man ish.

FIRE FIRE FIRE

man i got to say you might be the best producer on soundclick u really perfected your craft and that is respectable

damn bruh, i really wanted to make this track a classic, i love this beat to death, its damn near my favorite yet.

You see that shadow over there, no wait it dissappered,
Strate from the underground, Brought to u right here,
He's bringin the ruckus n brass knuckles,
He's slingin stuff thats a class above ya's,
He laughs n chuckles, A phantom like the man um inda opera,
He aint the singin type, he more the typa ta stompya,
Rule the microphone, he does what he wanna,
rip flesh from bone, every time that he touch the,
touch ya, clutchya ta headbutt ya, karma,
Aint on his side, but whats on his side, izza,
Little thing thang, that bang bang's, n hits ya,
Bustin tek's, n leavin fresh flesh rotten in potent,
After not bein found fer year's, hiz skillz omnipotent
Ya smell me, gunpowder's fallen in the air,
Its sumn sour if u a coward and are unprepared,
Nothins fair, n life, n if it iz its sumthin rare,
Ya might, have it once in a while, check ya sundial,
Tike, toddler, time ticker, ta tika ta tic toc,
It gunna be a full moon, an its twelve o'clock,
Wolves n wolverines, grimey teams, come out n flocks,
Armed with knives, chain's, n sometimes nines n glocks,
Primtime crimetime, wave from out they cave, they pop,
like pringels, at lonely single's, walkin on they block,
Pockets n jackets get jacked, like weight lifters on roids,
N they don't care what u bench cuz they got thur boyz,
plus toys, heavy metal, nickle plated hammers flingin lead,
wear a vest doggy, but they'll just shoot u in the head,
Catcha dirt nap, muddy trap, Night night sleep ferever,
What else could possibly be said, technique is clever,
Reck speech whenever, tecks speak then sever limbs,
Whatever my weathers grim, an antidote, medicine,
To all the diseased emcee's plagued with no vocabularys,
get slashed on a track, n then burried under a tree,
So u can get back to ur roots, or get smacked inya tooth,
When i rap in the booth, i can evade ur waves with half of a juke,
I have a discustin flow like projectile puke, or vomit,

the first beat on the list last verse wuz on the same beat/
Beat boxers, N be-Boppers are drumrole doctors,
Rappers are the attackers, but emcee's r the masters,
So which style are ya after, bein a phantom on a beat,
Anda phanominom a beast, droppin bombs with ya speech,
Or justa regular, peddle'er, swindler not lovin hiphop,
ya think that bein an emcee's,
Iz how much money got, u gotta stop,
Lovers of beutifull music r in the street,
A starvin artist, just lookin fer some fresh meat,
I bet one of the best poets is still to be discoverd,
In fact he prolly lives outback under a plastic cover,
Might bea bum in a slum, or a parole on the run,
A homey with a gun, or just might not be any of thum,
It makes me sick, of the way this lady's changin,
Hip-hop iz shift shapin ta somethin that i aint embracin,
What happened ta wantin ta come up,
Out of the situation u in, now its bout the bucks,
N not about ya friends, i know bloods thicker then water,
But what should i drink when im thirsty,
Should i just start ta slaughter f*** as tryna hurt me,
Never show no mercy, to those that dont dizerve thee,
Like that f*** er from the green mile, named percey,

I remember just kickin it in a sipher,
you go then i go, to hear which flow wuz nicer,
who's bringin the fire, whos the brain slicer,
The stomach turner n dicer, with the mic devise,
Fer the right price, a freestyle fer free under street lights,
tight beats, the feast type, you just eat up ,
N If ya flow sucks then dumbf*** ya get beat up,
Verbal'lee, tryna converse with me, whenya verse'is me,
The worst emcee, sayin im not is like commitin perjury, but
say i suck i dont give a f*** , a hoot, or a holla,
basically im the mutha f*** a that stuck ya momma,
playin docta, fed her a mouthfull, with the tip of my scalpull,
you dont rap witha sharp flow, ya dum dummy,
spitten nuthing, ill just get grumpy,
n be the grinch that stole ur b*** ,
while ur bout to get hitched, lika tracker trailer,
Ill plow ur gurl lika 18 wheeler, ora drunken sailer,
no condom no problem, hit it raw inna bathroom stall,
when i want um i got um, wheather they want to or not at all,
f*** it im sick, a man thats swarmin u like the mist
imma prick, n never lay down, like restless legs i dont sit,
Down fer no one, i leave rappers lika lawn chairs,
I fold um, U got ryhme n rythum but im beyond prepared,
U shook n scared n beyond repair, when i share my thoughts,
Half the sh** ive done im greatfull i never got caught,
It isn't bout the cash, cuz my style can never be bought,
Id rather just bootleg my sh** , n have ya bump it inda dark,

dude man u mad talented.... im diggin ur beats.... im a new artist n i absolutely positively am feelin ya vibe dogz... im from Central New York.... i just wanna say keep doin what u doin u gunna bring hip-hop back much four leaf clover to ur ish my dude u rockin it right

SO YOU DEF KEEPS IT 100....THIS REMINDS OF EVERYBODY THAT SONG WITH MR. BENTLEY AND THEM FIRE RIGHT HERE

5 starts man sh** s amazing... keep up the amazing work your production skills are top notch... come check out my beats and tell me what you think. if you get a free moment!

PEACE!

Seriously homie.....your beats leave me speechless. Honestly on the real though, MUCH RESPECT!! Like other cats who've left comments, you inspire me to make music. I'd like to hear what you think of my tracks (if you ever have some time to kill). Keep bringing the heat!