Modern rap - hey old timers our music doesnt actually suck

They don't see me 'less I pull up Lamborghini
Everybody wanna be me 'til I pull up and they meet me
I'ma die slow, sweetie, I ain't never had a meanin'
Just another fuckin' junkie, drain my blood, but don't be greedy
Leave some liquid for the centipedes, they eat away my memory
Feed me to my enemies
Lead me to death, I'm Lil Kennedy
I ain't got no remedy, bury me

 
Baby, how you doing? I know you're not doing the best, but I'm here, I'll always be here
Tell me if you need me and call me if you feelin alone 'cause I'm here, I'm always right here
Tell me that I'm dumb, I love to get numb, I know that I'm young, but I'm still right here
I don't give a fuck, I love who I love and girl you're that one, so I'll wait right here (GothBoiClique)
Baby, how you doing? I know you're not doing the best but I'm here, I'll always be here
Tell me if you need me and call me if you feelin alone 'cause I'm here, I'm always right here
Tell me that I'm dumb, I love to get numb, I know that I'm young but I'm still right here
I don't give a fuck, I love who I love and girl you're that one so I'll wait right here

 
pulverstaden said:
It's been a minute since I listened to Three6, but I took a trip down memory lane after your post. Holy shit, they indeed deserve more cred than they've been given.
I'd never heard DJ Zirk before - again, holy shit. Good, gritty stuff. I've heard DJ Paul, but I'm definately gonna check the rest out.
Few feelings beat the euphoria of hearing a new tune or group and feel your whole body reverberate like a never-ending moneyshot.

Thanks alot man, this is golden!
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Happy to spread the love. Glad you enjoyed!

schizopath said:
We have a thread dedicated to old classics. Lets keep this thread about modern landscape.
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Sorry about that. Here's some newer tunes, back on the Griselda tip:

 


Sip, sipping soup, in the back of the club
Where the gun is cocked, we cool
With a grill thats gold like a mofucking spotlight
We lie, sippin' on them purple rows
Cash fund our circle grow, moving fast might overdose
Catch me in Atlanta moving heat out of my hanger
With a banger (BANG) that'll bang a witness



Ey' where's your crew hang, we Wu-Tang, we boot camp, you the Hanson Brothers
Hit your fam up with a ransom number, thirty-four dollars a blast street runner
You trash heap stunner bro, pretty whip pushin. brand new hundred spokes
Still I hit any bitch, in the tits, with her kids, in the crib
Give a shit about another ho up in my shit, we slanging
 
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