Скачать или смотреть Big Z Remixes - April Showers (The Roots vs ProleteR) (HQ)

LYRICS and DOWNLOAD link down here!
please do subscribe for daily beats d(._.)b


This is one of the most barbaric songs that have ever been put together, Big Z has created a masterpiece but it's unfortunately his only. This song mixes an old beat with some robust rapping, and that's exactly what many people are looking for. We've gotten many requests of songs which mixes old-school beats with progressive flow, and this hits the spot. This is a re-upload though, with better quality and the "official" cover, which is pretty messy. But that does not affect the genius of this song. I'll try to keep my eyes open for songs similar to this one. Until then..

Stay Barbaric!


Like us on Facebook (:
  / barbaricbeats  

FREE download
  / big-z-remixes-april-showers  


- -- - - -- - - -- - -- - - - -- - -- -- -- - ---- - - - -- - -- -- - -- - - - -- - - -- - - -- - ---

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela
My band about seventy strong just like Fela
Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen
And we represent Illadel, where they still rebellin'
Hey yo, Sicko show like Mike Moore
My city ain't nothin' like yours
Slippin' into darkness like War
Night crawl with the lights off
You see a lot of life lost for the white horse
Regardless, the charges making us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
Who got the politician's in they back pocket
Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit
When you make contact, give me that gossip
If you break contract, you'll be that hostage
They getting busy and the city is raw
Better dead bolt the door, it ain't safe no more

[Refrain: Black Thought and DJ Jazzy Jeff scratches]
Southside "Get Busy"
Northside "Get Busy"
Westside "Get Busy"
Worldwide "Get Busy"
"Get Busy" "Get Busy" "Get Busy"

[Verse 2: Dice Raw]
Approach with caution, be cautious when talking to bosses
I feel I've been through a metamorphosis
I'm mutated by unknown forces
The feeling of course is
Somethin' that's hard to describe
I'm half-dead, never felt more alive
Reborn, remove the gold coins from my eyes
I've been down, but now I'm back up
I'm about to act up, boy, you better back up
When you see me set up shop, know to pack up
Cause I crack up when a rapper get slapped up
Number one reason y'all should give rap up
Dice, it's mines, I got it all wrapped up
I'm kind of like W.E.B. Du Bois
Meets Heavy D and the Boyz, smooth as a Rolls Royce
Built like a tank, smokin' on dank
Walkin' through the Guggenheim
Raw Life, Black Inc

[Refrain]

[Verse 3: Peedi Peedi]
Now on your mark, get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P. Crack
Dice Raw and Black, fuck the internet
Buy a baseball bat, break a bootlegger leg
All I listen to is vets, you're fresh off the step
I'll come directly at your OG neck
I'm used to the 1,2 check, not the 1,2 step
I'm strapped, I'll leave every cat among you wet
Now let's go, you know I'm politically incorrect
At the show, I start it with a, can I get a ho
And the ho's go retarded
The po-po tape off the stage for caution
It's bad lands, North Philly get it in
It's Crack man, used to back spin
Now I spend stacks and stacks
And Uncle Sam tryin' to tax all my hard earned raps
Damn, we making Yens, Pesos, Euros, we representin'