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Abstract samples floating around like forgotten memories in a thrift store stereo.
Strings? Gorgeous. Regal. The kind of cinematic sweep that makes you stare out of car windows like you're in a documentary about your own pain.
And the chops? Crisp. Clean like a fresh fade on album release day. Every cut feels intentional, like the MPC knew what it was doing... and had feelings about it.
This beat walks with emotion.
It’s got stride.
This is the beat for pacing the room at 2AM.
For writing the verse you didn’t think you had in you.
For saying what needed to be said, but with style.
Don’t just rap. Tell it.
This one’s listening.
Abstract samples floating around like forgotten memories in a thrift store stereo.
Strings? Gorgeous. Regal. The kind of cinematic sweep that makes you stare out of car windows like you're in a documentary about your own pain.
And the chops? Crisp. Clean like a fresh fade on album release day. Every cut feels intentional, like the MPC knew what it was doing... and had feelings about it.
This beat walks with emotion.
It’s got stride.
This is the beat for pacing the room at 2AM.
For writing the verse you didn’t think you had in you.
For saying what needed to be said, but with style.
Don’t just rap. Tell it.
This one’s listening.