'1990' 90s OLD SCHOOL BOOM BAP BEAT HIP HOP INSTRUMENTAL

"1990" 90s OLD SCHOOL BOOM BAP BEAT HIP HOP INSTRUMENTAL

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[miebeats]

"What music do you listen to?" I listen to OLD SCHOOL BOOM BAP BEAT HIP HOP INSTRUMENTAL

[louiventuri]

Been trying to get back at them freestyle and this beat kinda spark an old flame back up. Nice

[musicman]

I've been looking for an Oldschool Hip Hop instrumental to use for a non profit project, I've found this to be one of the best that I have come across. Beautiful work!

[flyheis]

I wasn't expecting to but I just spit a whole freestyle to that beat from beginning to end I think that's the first time I ever did that too and it was kind of nice...🧛🏾‍♂️🧛🏽‍♀️©️💯

[darrenhirst]

Respect to all Hip Hop producers over the years.
This beat is dope.

[cxssetteman]

Ain't no School like Old School 🤜🤛

[d-yof_sota]

This instrumental is bananas salute to the producer straight oozing with flavor and style

[TallicaMan]

I mortify your form with my storm in
mind
Fortified for the lines core designed for sorting rhymes
I torque it with the force of F4s, soaring high
I'm born to die for the mic so let me fly
I'm hell bent dependant sending these
I'm well addicted to the beast inside of me for finding peace
A feast I find to be the enemies
and I've come to realize
That it's all that'll ever need
Reeking havoc with the wrath, kid
Rapping wicked I leave you stricken
Incisions positioned to keep you livin
No approximates for that mockery of a prop you left
Im dishin the apocalypse in a vision
Envision
The Four Horsemen, my endorsers as I enforce this importance
Cement my force in Rap, The Hip Hop
I Drop this diss atop the wack
Raining down like a nuclear shower directly on the track
And leaving all the fall out in the brain
The radiation sickness came to take away the bottom of the barrel game, Son
Like a dynamite thrown in the middle of a lake
You're reputation
Is nothing in the face of
The Insane One
You're repetition is an invitation to your stance
I take the picture and begin to enhance
Magnify the weakness like burning ants

[PrecisionAdlay]

These beats keep getting better and better, i be doin freestyles for days

[jyoungrecordz]

I was never like 'TuPac and I was never like Biggie
I just do this for my state and I do this for my city
I was never from the East I was never from the West
but even on my worst days I'll still give it my best
I was never from the streets I was never from the hood,
I did a lot of bad but I still do good,
never wanted the fortune never wanted the fame
cuz all that would mean is the torture and pain
I never ever want to die for this rap shit
cuz how cool would I look if I was down in that casket?
All these people ever wanted was some of that real shit
they wanted somebody to know what it's like to deal with
hataz spittin' in ya face just cuz they hate that you're grinding
fuck 'em just keep doin' you and never stop rhymin'
and you'll shine through the darkness, that blackens the path,
but don't get overconfident or that'll make you go off track
remember if you wanna run shit you gotta have a sharp mind
this rap game ain't easy since we've all had hard times
whether it was a job or a hustle or just chasing these dreams
facing our worst nightmares, while tryna help out your team
guess that it's true to, live your dreams by any means

[umanglama]

ou are appreciated
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old, kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school, and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys breakin' all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years
We was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame Mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary, hey
I'd see the penitentiary one day?
And runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, Mama
You always was a black queen, Mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it
There's no way I can pay you back, but the plan
Is to show you that I understand: you are appreciated


[Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" + 2Pac]
Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama)
Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)
Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya?

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Now, ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy, ‘cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, ‘cause my anger
Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin' for a father, he was gone
I hung around with the thugs
And even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own, so I started slangin'
I ain't guilty, ‘cause even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox
I love payin' rent when the rent is due
I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
‘Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone, because you cared for me
And I could see you comin' home after work late
You're in the kitchen, tryin' to fix us a hot plate
You just workin' with the scraps you was given
And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin'
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan
Is to show you that I understand: you are appreciated

[thisislotus]

Yeah I grew up a criminal
No I didn't mob in the streets, that is pitiful
Best believe I counted money and banged my head to the beat
I just had a different method of gathering the green
Didn't cock a gat, we sat back behind computer screens attacking million dollar companies
My philosophy was that I'd go for any unprotected artery
No gang but we had plenty of soldiers down for what we claim
You can pretend we aren't the same but I was born into this game
I've seen a lot of fucked up things, domestic abuse, drugs, all made me grow up strange
No love received, heart full of pain
Times full of scorn and rage, all controlled now ever since the LSD slowly healed my brain
Who are you to say what helps break away from these chains
I'd rather be deranged than mentally stuck in a cage
Can you say the same as you're face to face with who you are?
Or do you let your scars choose the drop of the cards?

[모야모-rk]

plz keep posting boom bap beat. this one is damm good

[SplerGames]

São noites frias desta vida com pensamentos quentes
Reflexos reincidentes, sentimentos conscientes, incosciente
Sou o mesmo com todos os meus defeitos, choro a olhar para mim tanta vez sem respeito
Tantas vezes sem jeito, sujeito ás minhas paranóias, são memórias corrompidas, mil histórias
construidas, destruídas viram pó, sigo só com o pé na estrada sem dó
Mas vou descalço no caminho sem saber onde tou, o meu caminho não tem rotas
Sou uma pássaro e voo, sou um peixe em alto mar sem cardume
Um alpinista da vida sempre á procura do cume, sou um fogo que arde sem lume
E que não se apaga com nada, eu vejo a luz lá em cima, mas para subir não tem escada
Pelas passadas que eu dou, então vou ter que da-las eu oiço tantas mentiras
Vieste profetiça-las?
Muito fake surgiu, gritei alto por ajuda ningúem ouviu
Copo cheio, coração vazio, mundo tão quente e eu ando tão frio
Chorei sozinho num canto e só a morte me viu, ela sorriu e disse que eu tinha lugar reservado
Fingi que não a vi mas fiquei ali parado, quero dizer em andamento mas por dentro congelado
Só quero fugir mas não sei para que lado
Queria ir ao Canadá, mas com o tempo fiz o que cana dá
Eu sei para onde quer que eu vá a minha paranóia também vai
É um sentimento constante, torna-se sufocante, viver assim é frustante
Ter asas para voar mas ficar preso a um canto!
Fica complicado evitares a cana quando sonhas bem alto, e vives constantemente a nadar na lama

Written by Igneous(me) all rights reserved to me!

[jipsumies]

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe

Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic
I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me
I'm so much flavor you can taste me
I'm underground like a gutter
You never catch me - stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
I'm not the man with sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver
I'm burnin hot, people think I have a fever, check it
If niggaz wanna front, then come widdit
If you're havin second thoughts, well then forget it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't per-pa-trates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I va-cate in Acapulco
Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
with the hands, or take it to the guns..
You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe
I can flow, I can flow, I can flow

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe

Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
Nuff respect for the Boogie Down
I'm livin in the Bronx on an Ave called Trinity
My name rings bells, within the vicinity
Peace to the money makers always plottin mono
Together we gettin dough, just like Lucky Luciano
People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker
Never liked ? so to Hell with the Rucker
Always on my own never sweatin nobody
Warm up a crowd like a bottle of Bacardi
I can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway
I kick a funky style, from New York to Piscataway
Suckers best scram
Now in ninety-three it's all about the Fat Man
Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G.
Gizmo, Little Hec', and Kool Micskit (say what?)
My crew from Uptown
And if you mess around, then you'll catch a beatdown
See I got this in a smash
If a rapper steps up, he'll get smoked
like a blunt full of hash
My style of rap is legendary
Fuck with the man, then you'll end up in the cemetary
And that's word to Ma Duke
I never fake moves, I'll go out like a troop
So act like you know, the name is Fat Joe
I can flow, I can flow, I can flow

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe

Yeah
See I rip the mic if you put me to a test
Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest
Cause I'm too hot to handle
Knockin niggaz out like ?Livingston Bramble?
Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton
I won't lose weight cause I'm not on the run
I'm on point like a sniper, hyper than the hyper
On the DL, overlooked by C-Cypher
Never get caught, I'm on top with my game
Flip a fat ride, there's no need for a train
Rappers come close, but they just can't make it
When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it
Peace to Serge, and my right hand Flex
And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next
The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is livin Fat
Niggaz gettin jealous cause I got a contract
But I don't sweat it, I know the style is raw
You can't compare me to a cornball
And you know I kick game like a hottie
Now in ninety-three, they should free John Gotti
If you step, battle and I'm gonna mash your toes
You know I got the flow

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe

[carlosruvalcaba]

been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
You know what I rep and I'm one of the best
Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
That's damn near I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin' for breath
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
But I don't know too many niggas with silent success
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin' a sweat
I'm just laid back chillin' posted
Living like a villain mostly
High off this purple shit
No lie I'm flyin' I'm so roasted
Money bitches
?
Bring them through my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
They takin' shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
Lames know what I claim
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
Seats butter boogets
Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed
Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap
They squeeze these lemons they selves
The hearts of women melt
When trilla lyrics are felt
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash Leon Phelps
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
Get it crackin' like lobsters ice vodka in the
?

[Vlad-ehoc]

I've been waiting for this! Vintage fo' life

[nandaslvarts]

Teringat banyak kisah yang lama menghilang, yeah
Dilema masa depan yang belum terbilang, yeah
Masih berlagu meski karir tak gemilang
Saat mereka sudah mapan dengan harta bergelimang, yeah

Tak usai bersyukur, meski belum udzur
Agama ku hustle dan ku takkan pernah kufur
Ku tak percaya nasi bisa jadi bubur
Karna ku hanya kenal 3 musim tanpa musim gugur

Mereka bilang hidupku khayalan semata
Selama 420 khayalan ku selalu nyata
Ku tanya diri mengapa aku harus pasrah
bila hidup macam roda mengapa ku harus gelisah, yeah

Dan malam menghantui
Dan aku kembali tak temukan mimpi
Bertahan dalam jebakan ilusi, balutan emosi
Dan semoga pagi tak hilang mentari

[michel]

Sounds like boom bap beat when it was trendy in early-mid 90s.

[gyrignb]

Μην αποφεύγεις ρε μαλακα αυτόν τον ήχο δώσε βάση
Έχει αλάνια που παλεύουν να κρατήσουν την αγάπη
Πολεμάμε αγαπάμε το δύσκολο μονοπάτι
Ενωμενοι μια γροθιά ως το τελευταίο σκαλοπάτι
Θα τα φέρει ο χρόνος όλα έτσι μου μάθε η ζωή
Ποιος ο ψεύτης ποιος το αρπακτικό στο τέλος θα φανει
Ανάβω ένα τσιγάρο μόνος μου άδεια ψυχή
Να νιώσω λίγο άνθρωπος αυτό μόνο μου αρκεί
Σε αυτό εδώ που ζούμε δύσκολο να κρατηθεί
Το μυαλό σου κράτησε μην εκραγεί
Είναι Εύκολο και αυτό να αφεθεί
Θα έρθει η ώρα στον καθρέφτη να μην θες να κοιταχτείς
Μην το βάζεις κάτω κοίταξε το γέλιο μην κοπεί
Την μιζέρια διωξε κοιτα την ζωή σου να χαρείς
Όσο πάει ποτε θα φύγουμε ούτε καν μην απορείς