[FREE] J. Cole x Kendrick Lamar x JID Type Beat ~ “Walls Can Talk“

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If these walls could talk? I'd ask to hear a story What would it consist of? Sadness, fear & glory Love wit hate & anger See the past appear before me Between Knowing and confusion "Bro, you have to hear Satori" I'll match the territory Either done it or I seen it Been around the block & back Who want it to be scenic? A lot of what I been through? Hard to stomach, you bulimic And I'm truly nothing special Just know too much inconvenience Never had a silver spoon I'm more akin to plastic With a tendency to break the law Or more would' been attracted Played the moron, been a ratchet And the poor one that adapted Now I got the legs to stand on I'm a born-again arachnid Not ya normal interaction I just like to keep my distance Been acquainted wit betrayal Wont be none of these conditions I'm not one to be too friendly wit We cool, I peep positions If you tryna make a play or something off? I'll feed convictions

The shift, can you sense it? You will.

Love the vibe! 🔥

Good stuff man this is a hit maker I hope you’re doing great and keep it coming man 🎉

Lo mejor que he escuchado desde hace mucho tiempo

Big Respect from 🇩🇿❤️🔥

Why it always seem like as I get older The world just getting hotter but colder The lord done blessed me with the heart of a soldier My sleeves stained in purple And each stang so hurtful But I just breakdown my problems and then I roll em n light em Ion battle with my demons i throw parties to invite em If I keep on tryna drown em with this liquor Bad spirits gonna only make em bigger My past as dark as a shadowy figure What im supposed to be pure? Well how do ya figure Not gon lie yo I might just be triggered Might just have to scratch my itchy finger on this trigger

No words!🔥🔥🔥🔥

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I gotta make a song outta this beat, you killed it

Exellent🎉

I’ve been writing on type beats for a while now, been dropping some sick music it’s just hard to get people to listen 😮‍💨

I think i found the John R. Dilworth of producers 🔥

Back then I wasnt even a factor But that shit doesn't matter Because I'm back and I'm better

I sit in my space I call a room. I scroll through my mind to channel energies of doom, because lately I been feeling kinda cramped. Like my Skelton is tryna escape freeee. À but my skin ain't moving an inch to let it breathe. As I panick my heart racing, sweet dripping, down my face. Walls morphing, They chanting, take some moreeeee, take some morreeee, as I sprial out of control, these flows and sounds grab ahold of my soul and pull. So up I go, like a star radiating and igniting the sky making people awe, what a surprise to feel alive, when inside I feel myself hide. Ducked away for no problems I want today. I sit and wait, study the game, and the people that act smug but usually lame.... awaiting to be picked up for the estatic release is bliss, I switch pitch, foes awake in the ditch. With me still standing over them with a stick, I empty the clip. Because fuck it, pull out the blunt and spark it. As the smoke touches my brain, sparks combust. Old gears turn and creations made. I find I cause the best sound waves. When out on sea, going up and down, with endless life all around. Ponder the truth as we humans surely have no clue... I use to sniff blues now they stack for me to spend and waste like my breathe on these snakes. I am tryna find my place, but my face misshaped. In the moonlight when it's late is when I contemplate. My appetite leaves a clean plate. I am comming to clean the slate with your remains, I am comming hard inside her internal array, secrets spoken to walls for they hear my call as they close. Seal my fate for when I reach the gate, I place my hand and ask amends for mistakes. Yet i have yet to fully reach light and to be on both sides just feels right, to balance and master might. As my pen smite those who feel bold, just crawl back under the rock I have nothing to expose other than what you may oppose. A puppet on strings, pull tight, my arm swings, catch ya in the jaw, as you clench your paws, you just a dog, gonna show you the master mind to how to hang high, as I take the cord of this mic, and arrange it around ya tight, suffocate and choke. For my timid design where patience as no end, is kinda thinning as my bloods thickening, I have grown quite sickening.. I sit in my space I call a room. I scroll through my mind to channel energies of doom, because lately I been feeling kinda cramped. Like my Skelton is tryna escape freeee. À but my skin ain't moving an inch to let it breathe.

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Can you make this beat a verse longer if needed?

(hook x2) They'll be much to say And much to hear If these wall could talk If these walls could talk (Verse) I'm talking whole conversations bout different situations They may not have the answers but they see the complications They've seen a lot of love and they seen a lot of hating They've seen a lot of pain punched holes, and then repainted They ain't seen a lot of patience But they see these boundaries breaking They see a lot of real s*** They see a lot of faking They've seen a lot of us and they seen a lot of nothing When walls are building up And then at the point of crumbling ....... I write lines and let the sheet-rock Reinforced for the flames when I let this heat drop While y'all committing travesties for Jordan's and some Reeboks I'm on a different plane and from this place, I have to detox

Lately I been fucking with myself, With my mental and it fucking with my health, It done made me go put it on the shelf, But still I’m cooking I ain’t put it out to sell, I just wrote it up to patch it, They try tell me I should put it up and batch it, Keep cooking up that magic,