THE BPM (TEMPO) IS 94 FOR RECORDING
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This is a remix at the song Blue Ocean Floor by Justin Timberlake. Feel free to use it if you plan on doing a cover of the song, or a remake of it. Let me know if you do, hit me up on twitter. I would love to hear what you put on it.
It’s still such a beautiful song even without words. The power of music isn’t only with the sound of a human, it’s just all digital beats and imitations of instruments. How outstanding.
Interviewer: What do you think you’re most known for - your acting, your music, or the controversy that surrounds you?
Tupac: My biiiiiig mouth.
They gonna feel it like they tank on E…
I’m usually drug free, but shit I’m wit dah homies. Me and dah homies. Me and dah homies.
Look, I just shed tears homie and no I ain’t to proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
When I say a minute I mean years man
Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam
Cause as I left em’ I reflected on my younger days
When it was just me and my brother and mother played
Father, cause no other man bothered
Not even my biological, it never seemed logical
But I accepted it cause I ain’t know no better
Thought I was a brighter than a Polo sweater
No pops was like Martin with no Coretta
So many things you could have told me
And saved me the trouble of letting my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that’s a shame cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowing through our veins is the same
My mama left you and it may be that anger’s to blame
But that’s no excuse, only you and God know the truth
And why you only call monthly, barely ever saw me
Spend some summers with you and played with my cousin Maury
Maybe I should be tellin’ you fuck you cause you selfish
But I want a father so bad, I can’t help but…
Break down, I break down
Can’t help but break down
-J. Cole in Break down on Sideline Story
I guess I feel like Cole on this point. A father. Who doesn’t want one, right? I guess beggars can’t be choosers is correct. I just want a father so bad… I break down. Keep Hip-Hop on crutches and help it walk again Cole. Keep her beautiful.
Uh, the only hope I had was selling dope
Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
No religion I was getting saved by the Glock nine
By the minute I was getting paid like a hot line
Servin’ raw, fiends was calling, we was dot com
Well connected, well respected and well protected
Ain’t get accepted, well rejected and now they regret it
Ain’t get my message, was no signal when I was texting
The niggas I was calling was fraud and I learned my lesson
Now I move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon
Cause chances are never given they tooken like interceptions
So throw that pass, I’ll be the cornerback
Me and Folarin MMG gon’ bring that Warner back
Everyone killed it, but Meek’s part was exclusively vivid. MMG tearing it up in this one.
