| Piano In The Forest (Instrumental Music) - 242 sec
Piano in the Forest. Composed by me with FL Studio in January 2007.
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Keys: relax relaxation music tune melodía melody meditation meditative relajado relajante relajación relajacion música musica new age forest bosque pájaro pajaro pájaros pajaros bird arbol árbol arboles árboles birds trees country campo contemporary instrumental clasica tema clasico classical classic piano flute flauta harp arpa serenade serenata song música musica birds pajaros creek arroyo rio river trees forest bosque sonidos sounds sound world fusion pop religious music mystic mistico mistica místico celta celtic celt celts green love romance amor romance nocturne nocturno dia day luz light sunlight rayos viento wind ramas hojas flora y fauna silvestre verde nature naturaleza natural aves meditacion meditación beautiful nice hermoso bonito paisaje landscape mellow sweet dulce sing singing song pads pad bells campanas strings espiritual spiritual montevideo uruguay keyboard teclado chopin mozart beethoven debussy synth synthesizer electronic electronica quietude quietud tranquilidad tranquilo tranquila paz peace sun sol planeta tierra planet earth plants grow plantas flores flowers estaciones del año year seasons fall autumn spring summer winter otoño primavera verano invierno leaves impulse tracker slide show fotografias fotografia fotos imágenes photograph photo images pictures movie maker fruity loops fl studio 7
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 | | Rihanna - Take A Bow - Karaoke INSTRUMENTAL - 238 sec
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| | DMX What These Bitches Want Instrumental - 205 sec
dmx sisqo what these bitches want instrumental
Lyrics:
[DMX] Uhh..
[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo
[DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a Nigga
[Sisqo] Dru Hill,
[DMX] What these women want from a?
[Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off
[DMX] What these f**king bitches want a Nigga
[Sisqo] Break em off, some shit
[DMX]
Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches,
Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (Shit)
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH)
I f**k with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shit
then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga ?(WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - , I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)"
Chorus: Sisqo
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want.. (what you want)
What these women want from a ?
Really want..
What these women want from a ?
I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me!
(So what you want?)
[DMX]
There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, Lashawn, Inez, and Alicia (ooh)
Theresa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookie, well I met her at a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tanya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Malena (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh)
About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!)
Shelley, Bridgette, Cathy, Rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelley, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!)
Stacy, Tracie, Rhonna, and Rhonda (WHAT?)
Donna, Yalonda (WHAT?) Tawanda, and Wanda (WHAT?)
were all treated fairly but yet and still
bitches is on some other shit now that I'm f**kin wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?)
What the f**k you want from a nigga (c'mon)
What the f**k you want from a nigga (c'mon)
Chorus (w/ minor variations)
[DMX]
Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH)
and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?)
And that's all they f**kin with, but see these women don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on da door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep
wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
Sisqo (Dmx)
X lemme talk for a minute
Ooh I know I know it's so hard to be (What the f**k they want from a ), a victim of my reality (what the f**k they want from a ), heard you callin me names said I was trife, one thing you gotta know Ima be a nigga fo life YEEEEEEEEEEAH YEAH Ohh
Ooh YEAH.
Cant you wate with the bling-bling every time you call me about the same thing Bitch want you want sisqo ain't gonna f**k ask me bout them chicken heads girl I got to go Ahyyo! you wanna be with me gotta understand these things
Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)
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Auteur : Rapshite
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| | Fantastic Instrumental - 120 sec
Fantastic Instrumental Music
Auteur : lunayaris
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| | Lil Wayne Cannon Instrumental - 123 sec
lil wayne cannon instrumental
Lyrics:
Howdy Do mutha fuckas its weezy baby
niggas bitchin and i gotta take the cannon
listen close i got duct tape and rope
ill leave you missin like tha fuckin ol balance
one hand on ma money, on hand on ma buddy
thas tha AK47 made his neighborhood love me
bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin
dont let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
niggas kno im sick i dont spit i vomit
got it?
one egg short of the omelette
simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
then tell him catch up like mayonaisse
im the sickest nigga doin it
bet that baby
these other niggas kno im wet crack baby, yes
get back get back boy its a set back
clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
them boys pussy, born without a back bone
and if you strapped we can trade like the dow jones
wet him up, i hope he got his towel on
i aim at the moon, and get ma howl on
some niggas cry wolf, im on that dry cush
and when it comes to that paper i stack books
you heard what i said
i can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
life aint cheap
you're better off dead if you cant pay the fee
shoutout ma nigga fee
see every muthafucka at the door dont get a key
you outside lookin in, so tell me wut u see
its about money its bigger than me
i told ma homiess dont kill him bring tha nigga to me, yes
dont miss, you fuckin wit the hitmen
kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again
[[[straight up, i aint got no conversation for ya
nigga talk to the cannon
have a few words wit tha cannon
tell it to ma muthafuckin cannon]]]
from philly to where im landin ima cannon
and im on that philly fiya shit
then i come fully equipped
you try me get and shotti in the whip
if a nigga try to stick me ima blam him
single on them them the butters got the greedy got the got the whole enchilada
Homie kno im inside of your house
tie up your brother
make the prick call up your mother she might kno where to find you
i am on top of ma job
the heavyweight champ of the flow
its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin
i will drown em and sink em heat em and leave em stinkin
sharks surround em and eat em nice roll over ya squad like im a punch card
you chumps you best guard your
i will take control of your soldiers
you wont listen til i toss em in the wok like chicken
a yo
i make it hard for rap niggas im peer pressure
matter fact im motivation to rap better
i show niggas how to act how to dress better
i stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers
im the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool tha muthafuckin
other words im the real for real
we can go check for check or bill for bill
we can go chick for chick or skill for skill
the deal is sealed
niggas aint real as will cuz ima cannon
and i handle well pedal like
and i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld
im tellin you niggas i pop put a shell in you niggas
ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggas
i got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova
blowin gam by the quarter weed nigga
yea yea detroit red gettin change like them white folks
dump it out the window of the range wit the right folk
pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle
you betta scurry when i pull the cannon
straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas
i love head and caressin a vuluptous ass
i ask your baby momma is she up to the task
she like damn red its bigger than a cannon
ma attire makes tha ladies say your man is too fly
imported oils from iran and
get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die
where im from niggas be quick to squeeze the cannon
detroit red always got some shit for ya ear
show me love but keep it movin man cuz if you get near
ill say get off ma dick and tell ya bitch to come here
cuz you sweatin me and ma dj like
legs spread far out, you kno how im standin
yea im posted wit tha big homie cannon
i got niggas who dont like rap lovin our shit
we got niggas who was stuck on pac bumpin our shit
these niggas cant see me like i aint been around lately
a good battle when they at the mound its gravy
niggas healthy im betta
no spinderella, just a cigerella, filled wit tropicana
yea vic found that nigga and we aint smokin no more regular
keep ya midgrain i dont think you kno no betta
they lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo shit
i play it modest like nigga thas summa our old shit
got niggas i aint neva met wantin to fight me
got hoes thas in love askin why you dont like me
bitch im married to the game and i love ma wifey
steppin ova competition man i love these nikes
im hot, they fannin
niggas tryna copy ma style like the
dont try to compare im in a league of ma own
if i aint listed at tha top nigga tha stats is wrong
all ya data is off, ya info aint valid
artist of the century the competition aint balanced
true like master p and his two brothers
dont call it
Auteur : Rapshite
Tags: lil wayne cannon instrumental dj drama akon rihanna timbaland t-pain lyrics hip-hop rap
| | Puff Daddy Benjamins Instrumental - 182 sec
diddy puff daddy benjamins instrumental
Lyrics:
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Goodfellas, uhh
[Verse One: Puff Daddy]
Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga
[Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)]
I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep
for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews)
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause I leave you, I'm only here
for that green paper which the eagle
[Verse Three: Sheek]
I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
to my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul
[Interlude:] Puff Daddy
C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
[repeat 4X]
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Now, what y'all wanna do?
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
It's all about the Benjamins baby
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
[Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)]
Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?
BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)
Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)
And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist
If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)
German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated
Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)
I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!
Only female in my crew, and I kick shit
like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you
[Big:] (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)
[Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.]
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe
Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)
Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis
Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand
grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's
What??
[Outro: Puff Daddy]
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
[repeat 8X]
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Auteur : Rapshite
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| | World Relaxation Yoga Instrumental Music - Album Sampler - 428 sec
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Embrace The Moment - a beautifully crafted instrumental world music album that will inspire you. Its subtle journey will transport you deep into your chillout or yoga space.
80 Minutes of Atmospheric keys, crystal clear guitars, dancing piano, and soaring flutes make this album a thematic masterpiece.
Astronomy Records - exploring inner space with music.
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Auteur : AstronomyRecords
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| | Bobby Valentino Tell Me Instrumental - 262 sec
Bobby Valentino Lil Wayne Tell Me Instrumental
Lyrics:
[Lil Wayne]
Hey slide over here and talk to the boy
What are you drinking? I'ma buy the bar
I was just thinking of seeing you tomorrow
Waking up with no panties, no bra
I ain't being nasty, I'm just being for real
Let me take off my belt and give you the whip appeal
Yeah you hear about what I do in the streets
But you gon' love what I do in the sheets
Ha!
[Bobby Valentino]
Say baby what's your story?
You got the goods it's plain to see
The kind that'll keep a brotha on his knees
And I'm so curious
After the club, hang out with me
Valentino is sure to please
For now, let's have a Apple Martini
And get to know each other
[Chorus]
Ooh ma tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you popping in, it's killing me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you dropping in, it's killing me
I'll meet you in the VIP
[Bobby Valentino]
Ooh you sizzling, let me lay you on the floor
I'm a bad boy, just thought i'd let you know
These are the thoughts running through my mind
Cause I'm so curious yeah
Couple more shots then we out the door
Speed off in the coupe cause there's more in store
Can't wait till I pull in my driveway girl
Can tell by now I want you yeah
[Break]
You's a sexy thing
Ooh what's your name
Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to
You, can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
[Chorus (Lil Wayne)]
Ooh lord tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you popping in, it's killing me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans? (I got you pimp)
The way you dropping in, it's killing me (It's ya baby, baby, ha!)
I'll meet you in the VIP
[Lil Wayne]
Fly for a baby, eyes all hazy
Izod maybe off the apest bathing
Ride with a gangsta, we high whether weather be
Precious like ya face so heavenly
I'm thanking God like I better be
You know I'm very street
And if we get caught, you can be my accessory
Access to the condo in Miami
Have breakfast on the floor, butt naked we tanning
But, I'm too dark to tan
Mama, pardon ya man
Let me spark while I can, you know
Now you got my eyes following the places you go
I'm caught up in ya vibe tryna kick it like judo
Luda outta town I got the keys to the two door
And we ain't gotta tell no one about the things you know
You know, holla at a G though
I'm probably out wilding with Bobby Valentino
[Break]
You's a sexy thing
Ooh what's your name
Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to
You, can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
[Chorus]
Ooh ma tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you popping in, it's killing me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you dropping in, it's killing me
I'll meet you in the VIP
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Auteur : Rapshite
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| | Love - instrumental Musiq Soulchild - 307 sec
Musiq Soulchild - Love
Verse 1:
Love
So many things Ive got to tell you
But Im afraid I dont know how
Cause theres a possibility
Youll look at me differently
Love
Ever since the first moment I spoke your name
From then on I knew that by you being in my life
Things were destined to change cause
Hook:
Love
So many people use your name in vain
Love
Those have faith in you sometimes go astray
Love
Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt
Love
For better or worse I still will choose you first
Verse 2:
Many days Ive longed for you
Wanting you
Hoping for the chance to get to know you
Longing for your kiss
For your touch, your feel, your essence
Many nights Ive cried from the things you do
Felt like I could die from the thought of losing you
I know that youre real
With no doubts and no fears
And no questions
(hook)
Verse 3:
At first you didnt mean that much to me
But now I know that youre all I need
The world looks so brand new to me
Now that I found love
Everyday I live for you
And everything that I do
I do it for you
What I say is how I feel so believe its true
You got to know Im true
(hook x 2)
Auteur : taniiiya
Tags: Musiq soul child Love instrumental singing karaoke
| | Jordin Sparks - Tattoo (Instrumental) - 234 sec
Instrumental version of American Idol winner Jordin Sparks' second single "Tattoo." Great for karaoke.
- About 50 people ask me a day for this to download. I WILL NOT SEND IT TO YOU.
Oh, oh, oh
No matter what you say about love
I keep coming back for more
Keep my hand in the fire
Sooner or later, I'll get what I'm asking for
No matter what you say about life
I learn every time I bleed
That truth is a stranger
Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I'm wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on
And leave you behind
[Chorus]
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you
I'll always have you, I'll always have you)
I'm sick of playing all of these games
It's not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver
It hurt enough to think that I could
Stop, admit that I'm wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I gotta be strong
And leave you behind
[Chorus]
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you
I'll always have you)
[Bridge]
If I live every moment
Won't change any moment
Still a part of me and you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything i do
[Chorus x2]
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I'll always have you
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Auteur : idolfreak92
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| | Monte Montgomery: Little Wing acoustic instrumental - 605 sec
The amazing acoustic guitar wizard Monte Montgomery plays his instrumental cover version of Hendrix's Little Wing live in the Austin Music Network studio.
This clip captures a bit of the excitement of what it's like to see him live, but you really just have to be there to really feel it. See him live whenever possible. You can also get better quailty video by buying his live DVD. The tour dates and DVD purchases can be found on http://www.montemontgomery.com
You can also find Monte on MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/officialmontemontgomery
Auteur : montiac1
Tags:Monte Montgomery Acoustic Guitar Jimi Hendrix Little Wing
| | Dream Theater - Stream of Instrumentals - 5399 sec
Inspired by the "Instrumedley" played in "Live at Budokan, this is a massive collection of Dream Theater songs Edited together to form the Ultimate Dream Theater Instrumental track.
Track list:
Thanks bendiff
The Glass Prison (Intro)00:00-02:56
This Dying Soul 02:56-04:59
Beyond This Life Solo 1 04:59-07:39
Beyond This Life (Budokan) 07:39-15:53
Beyond This Life Solo 2 15:53-17:03
The Dance of Eternity 17:03-23:16
Home (Intro)23:17-25:16
Finally Free 25:17-27:01
Home (Outro) 27:01-27:57
Endless Sacrifice (Solo) 27:57-30:20
Honor Thy Father (Intro) 30:20-31:46
New Millenium 31:47-33:24
As I Am (Intro) 33:24-34:32
Honor Thy Father (Outro) 34:32-35:14
The Glass Prison (Solo) 35:14-38:06
Acid Rain by Liquid Tension Experiment 38:06-44:14
Metropolis Pt. 1:The Miracle & the Sleeper (Intro) 44:15-45:25
Overture 1928 (First half) 45:25-46:13
Scarred 46:13-47:54
Metropolis Part 1: The Miracle and the Sleeper (Solo) 47:54-51:10
Overture 1928 (Second half) 51:10-53:31
Strange Deja Vu (for 5 seconds)
In The Name of God 53:36-56:24
Stream of Consciousness (First Half) 56:24-61:37
Endless Sacrifice (Outro) 61:37-62:51
Fatal Tragedy 62:52-65:03
Blind Faith 65:04-68:10
The Ytse Jam 68:10-73:50
Stream of Consciousness(Second Half) 73:50-79:00
A Change of Seasons 79:01-83:26
As I Am (Solo) 83:26-84:24
The Root of All Evil 84:24-85:31
These Walls 85:31-86:03
Octavarium (Outro) 86:03-89:59
Auteur : AykinSkywalker
Tags: Dream Theater Stream Instrumental Instrumedley Jonaarian Aykin Skywalker
| | Jay-Z Eminem Renegade Instrumental - 335 sec
Jay-Z Eminem Renegade Instrumental
Lyrics:
[Jay-Z]
Motherf**kers -
say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin
what I do through and through and
I give you the news - with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade; you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
pop toasters and they live with their moms got drop roasters from botched robberies niggas crouched overmommies knocked up cause she wasn't wached over knocked down by some clown when child support knocked no he's not around tnow how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin 'round
hidin down duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that f**ked up my day
How you rate music that thugs to nothin relate to it i help them see their weight through it not you cant step in my pants cant walk in my shoes bet everything your worth you lose your tie and your shirt
[Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherf**kin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You f**kin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just a
[Chorus: Eminem + Jay-Z]
[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[Jay] Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler
about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}
[Jay-Z]
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver
Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights
I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor - thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it - multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
[Eminem]
See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
in holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherf**kin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherf**kers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'f**kin
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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Auteur : Rapshite
Tags: jay-z eminem renegade instrumental akon rihanna timbaland t-pain lyrics hip-hop rap
| | Mos Def Oh No Instrumental - 217 sec
mos def nate dogg pharoahe monch oh no instrumental
Lyrics:
[Mos Def]
Yeah..
One for the treble, two for the bass
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace
[Nate Dogg]
Oh No
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
[Mos Def]
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down
and played my game, my own two raise my flame
Cause dick ridin ain't my thang
I earned what they said I wouldn't
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked
Mad cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings
When y'all was askin permission I just stepped up and took it
What!? The kid's better buy my rookie card now
Cause after this year the price ain't comin down
And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now
Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin out
Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
It's a shame the jealous gaze is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evenin
You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason
to have the women in your mama's church screamin "Lord Jesus!"
Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all
I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all
Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all
Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve
The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard
And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all
East coast on your neck and you ain't shruggin it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off
I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggaz are the sons of New York
Gettin spanked when there's too much trouble to talk
Respect mine
[Nate Dogg]
Oh No
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West coast
Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
[Pharoahe Monch]
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
MC's just - come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:
[Nate Dogg: repeat 2X]
Oh No
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
[Nate Dogg]
Oh No
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West coast
Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
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Auteur : Rapshite
Tags: mos def nate dogg pharoahe monch oh no instrumental akon rihanna timbaland lyrics hip-hop rap
| | T.I. Do Ya Thang Instrumental - 267 sec
T.I. P$C Do Ya Thang Instrumental
Lyrics:
Hey, hey, hey (do ya thang) hey (do ya thang)
hey (do ya thang) hey hey, (do ya thang) hey, hey, hey (X2)
[MacBoney]
Fresh out the house got the beat on suicide
as I ride up and down Martin Luther King Drive,
standin tall lookin down on the bloody boys
snitchin all day I look around on the block.
[T.I.]
I'm in a silver SL five pounder on the block,
aintcha ever seen a young playa clown in the Drop, (do ya thang) Aint nuttin to a G gang spit fluently,
groups of hoe's pursuin me, as if there's more than two of me
[Young Dro]
Monday my Chevy's orange(errenge) and Tuesday its ocean blue
28's sit over you, Ferrari drops and Rovers too,(do ya thang)
Hoes sit'em out, T.Vs I'mma flip'em out,
50 bricks they ain't shit, tell 'em niggaz "shift it out".
[C-Rod]
I'm commin down shinnin rose gold feelin like a magpoles,
Cadillac with five hoes, make these suckas hate mo', (do ya thang)
Damn right pimp we do this every night
with the same big faces make these lame hoes bite.
CHORUSX2
I got that top down (top down)
I got the tints now (tints now)
I got some real real real blots now
Do ya thang (im doin it)X4
[T.I]
I'm in the hood in a drop top, super-sport,
mash, let the horses holler and the Porsche is fallin
niggas on their porches holla (do ya thang )
They call me "thunder bill" cut me down to somethin else,
shorty somethin else, hot enough to make the sun melt.
[Young Dro]
Man I got a friutloop Chevy followin me on 24's
look at your own Cutlass green diamond purple hearts (do ya thang)
A James Bond car Drizzled as a porn star
the spring refer's green, so my Cutlass is a orange car.
[MacBoney]
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I got a curly haired, dirty red broad, eatin lemon heads, leanin in the Lincoln with a pump by her left leg, (do ya thang) lookin in the tan and getcha left side bent, then leave ya laid out do it by the lake bitch.
[Big Kuntry]
Color coated rims chop the streets till they rock up,
muscle cars straight buckin look how it stands up(do ya thang),
yeah I'm in the ride look like a fruit drink,
it makes these hoes thirsty when they see the pineapple paint
CHORUSX2
I got that top down (top down)
I got the tints now (tints now)
I got some real real real blots now
Do ya thang(im doin it)X4
[Young Dro]
Baby LET green, drop coupes that cream,
earrings in my ear look like a baby flat screen (do ya thang)
I'm doin it, my neck piece green, ice,
bubbAliscous purple, imma grand hustle king.
[A.K.]
"Super-Clean" is on the scene; Italian leather match the Polo boots,
and the wood grain lame I'll show you how to do the do (do ya thang) blowin fruits same flavor as the candy gloss in the backseat got a freak pullin her panties off.
[MacBoney]
"Arrr!" weigh the anchor on the Cuban link chain,
diamonds stacked on top of diamonds, custom made pinky ring (do ya thang)
fishin hats, Polo shorts with the Polo man,
wearin blue and tan in the blue and tan Avalanche.
[T.I]
Jackers never had a chance, sell em in the Avalanche,
they hopped out the van and startin shootin like a cameraman,
top down, hit the switch an let it drop down,
passin by the underground, they can hear me underground.
CHORUSX2
I got that top down (top down)
I got the tints now (tints now)
I got some real real real blots now
Do ya thang(im doin it)X4
(outro)
heh (do ya thang)
(do ya thang)
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Auteur : Rapshite
Tags: T.I. p$c do ya thang instrumental akon rihanna timbaland t-pain lyrics hip-hop rap
| | Lil Wayne Mr Carter Instrumental - 313 sec
lil wayne mr carter instrumental
Lyrics:
Yo--- this right here is just crazy.
I feel big... Not big in the sense of weight
Ya know what I mean? Like gaining weight nothing like that
Like colossal.haaaa
I heard you were lookin for me
(Chorus)
Hey Mr.Carter (hello)
Tell me where have you been (you know)
Cuase they've been asking me
They've been searching
They've been wondering why.
Hey Mr.Carter (They know)
Tell me where have you been (shit)
Cuase they've been asking me
They've been searching
They've been wondering why.
(Verse 1 Lil' Wayne)
To you forever from me to you
I heard somebody say judge I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coupe
I wont need a roof.
Fly in da beetle-juice beetle-juice beetle-juice
I got the flow tryna see the roof
Didn't bulletproof so I got shot
you can see the proof (see the proof)
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth
I wonder if stevie do?
But I'ma leave it to god
Not to me or you.
Cause I am a murderer
Cause I got summer hatin on me
Cause I'm hotter than the sun
Got Spring hatin on me
Cuase I never sprung
Winter Hatin on me
Cause I'm colder than y'all
But I will never I will never I will never fall.
I'm being hated by the season
So f**k y'all hatin for no reason.
(Chorus)
Hey Mr.Carter (I am him)
Tell me where have you been (around the world and I'm back again)
Cuase they've been asking me (Who's been asking about me)
They've been searching
They've been wondering why.
Hey Mr.Carter (I am him)
Tell me where have you been (around the world and I'm back again)
Cuase they've been asking me (Who's been asking about me)
They've been searching
They've been wondering why.
(Verse 2 Lil' Wayne)
I've been in and out the bank bitch
While y'all ass-hole niggas been on the same shit.
I flush yeah it go down the drain quick
2 words you never hear
"Wayne quit"
Cause Wayne win
And they loose
I call them April babies
Cause they fools
And when they snooze
We up Feet up
Like a paraplegic
A paraplegic I parallel park
A red and yellow van old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from tally park
but I'm from halley drove
Now all my bloods scream (ba-da-du-ba-da-da)
I know my roab
I play it well and
I wear it well on my leiber scale.
I suck a pussy f**k a pussy
Leave it (WEEEELLLLLLLLLLL)
(Chorus)
Hey Mr.Carter (I am him)
Tell me where have you been (around the world and I'm back again)
Cuase they've been asking me (Who's been asking about me)
They've been wondering why.
Hey Mr.Carter (I am him)
Tell me where have you been (around the world and I'm back again)
Cuase they've been asking me (Who's been asking about me)
They've been wondering why. (incase you been wonderin why?)
(Verse 3 Jay-Z)
Shit here in my chair (my chair)
With my crown and my dear
Queen B my share might time
With my heir young carter
Go farther go further
Go Harder Is that not why we came?
And if not then why bother?
Show no mercy in Marcey
At last so far from being the bastard
That marcey had fathered.
Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs
With the Biggies and the Pac's
And the Marley's and the Marcus'
Garby got me the marlietail cocktail
Flow even if you box well you cant stop the blow
Baboom the roc boy in the room
The dough boy just came off the spoon
Also I'm so fly I'm on auto-pilot
But guys just stair at my wardrobe
I see Euros that's right plural
I took so much change from this rap game
It's your go.
(Verse 4 Lil Wayne)
Hey Mr.Carter (It's my go)
Yeah
And I'ma go so opposite of so soft
Off the richter
Hector come at yo man ran
Into savage far from average
Above status quo flo so bro
I know I ride slow
I tell ma man to stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention
Pac Biggie and Jay-Z don't forget Wheezy Baby
(Chorus)
Hey Mr.Carter (A-men)
Tell me where have you been (yo)
Cuase they've been asking me
They've been searching
They've been wondering why.
Hey Mr.Carter (Hey man)
Tell me where have you been (HOVA)
Cuase they've been asking me (Wheezy)
They've been searching
They've been wondering why. (Baby)
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Tags: lil wayne mr carter instrumental jay-z akon rihanna timbaland t-pain lyrics hip-hop rap rapshite
| | lupe fiasco- the instrumental - 204 sec
pretty good song by lupe
Auteur : RICHARDFLORES2100
Tags:LUPE FIASCO HIP-HOP MUSIC f&f
| | Lupe Fiasco-The Instrumental - 233 sec
A music video to The Instrumental by Lupe Fiasco.
Auteur : whynotpro
Tags:the instrumental lupe fiasco why not producktionz music video eddies 2007
| | Britney Spears Lucky Instrumental - 204 sec
-Voiçi un petit montage que j'ai créé avec de jolie photos et vidéo de Britney Spears
-This is a small assembly which I created with pretty photographs and video of Britney Spears
Auteur : etbritney
Tags:britney spears lucky
| | Lil' Wayne - "Phone Home" (Instrumental) - 192 sec
The instrumental of "Phone Home" by Lil' Wayne.
This beat is produced by Cool & Dre.
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[Intro: Dré]
This is, this is, this is, this is
We are not the same I am a martian
We are not the same I am a martian
[Female voice talking]
Greetings from planet Weezy, we will begin transmission in
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
[Chorus: Dré & Lil Wayne]
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
And if you feel like the best, go 'head and do the Wezzy we and
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
[Lil Wayne]
We are not the same I am a martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock, load, ready to aim at any target
I could get your brains for a bargain
Like I bought it from target
Hip hop is my supermarket
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
We are not the same I am a alien
Like Gonzales, young college student who done
Just flipped the game like Houston, I'm used to
Promethazine in two cups I'm screwed up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up
Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up
Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup
Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut
I get bread like cold cuts you know what?
Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up
Weezy
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They don't make 'em like me no more
Matter fact, they never made it like me before
I'm rare like Mr. Clean with hair
No break lights on my car rear
I never hade life, and I never had fear
I rap like I done died and gone to heaven I swear
And yeah I'm a bear like black and white hair
So I'm polar
And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the outhers, I mean others
I could eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover
[Chorus]
Auteur : HipHopInstrumentalz
Tags: Lil Wayne Phone Home Instrumental
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