Look
I wanted to make music
But i had no beat
I had no machines
All i could do was speak
Had to get my instrumentals off the b-side of tapes
Wrote my first song, cuss words all over the place
Spit it to the homies
They like, yeah that's aiight
But you need a nickname
Lemme think of something tight
You go ahead do that thinkin
Imma write these raps
While every other line folks giving me daps
But something gotta give for me to live my dream
Recorded my first song on a karaoke machine
Now I'm doing big things
Besides the lunch time flow
Shout out to KB and Hochii they know
Shout out to the RBP gang with the green glow
Me and Ace laced the mixtape and let the hood know
Now haters gotta fix they face like it broke
I got my first buzz way before i even smoked
Fast forward to now
I'm on a flight to Pisa
Watch me turn a skeptic into a believer
Got paid for my shows
That never happened back home
Went to France, shot a video for Leave Me Alone
Big up to Hugo Kant holding me down in Marseille
Thru peace a sign, then I flew back to LA
Now the LA scene, it aint changed too much
Autographs overseas, here they give no f*cks
So its back to square one, didn't burn no bridges
Hit the lab off top, just to build with my ninjas
Dropped the golden calf joint with my G, Kincee
Pros were JF, Crate Div & my homeboy P
Not bad for a player from the 7-1 Fresh
When they all went right, I up and went left
But I'm still on a quest, peace to The Abstract
When i hear a bad beat i don't know how to act
El Plago - I Had No Beat Lyrics
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Look
I wanted to make music
But i had no beat
I had no machines
All i could do was speak
Had to get my instrumentals off the b-side of tapes
Wrote my first song, cuss words all over the place
Spit it to the homies
They like, yeah that's aiight
But you need a nickname
Lemme think of something tight
You go ahead do that thinkin
Imma write these raps
While every other line folks giving me daps
But something gotta give for me to live my dream
Recorded my first song on a karaoke machine
Now I'm doing big things
Besides the lunch time flow
Shout out to KB and Hochii they know
Shout out to the RBP gang with the green glow
Me and Ace laced the mixtape and let the hood know
Now haters gotta fix they face like it broke
I got my first buzz way before i even smoked
Fast forward to now
I'm on a flight to Pisa
Watch me turn a skeptic into a believer
Got paid for my shows
That never happened back home
Went to France, shot a video for Leave Me Alone
Big up to Hugo Kant holding me down in Marseille
Thru peace a sign, then I flew back to LA
Now the LA scene, it aint changed too much
Autographs overseas, here they give no f*cks
So its back to square one, didn't burn no bridges
Hit the lab off top, just to build with my ninjas
Dropped the golden calf joint with my G, Kincee
Pros were JF, Crate Div & my homeboy P
Not bad for a player from the 7-1 Fresh
When they all went right, I up and went left
But I'm still on a quest, peace to The Abstract
When i hear a bad beat i don't know how to act
I wanted to make music
But i had no beat
I had no machines
All i could do was speak
Had to get my instrumentals off the b-side of tapes
Wrote my first song, cuss words all over the place
Spit it to the homies
They like, yeah that's aiight
But you need a nickname
Lemme think of something tight
You go ahead do that thinkin
Imma write these raps
While every other line folks giving me daps
But something gotta give for me to live my dream
Recorded my first song on a karaoke machine
Now I'm doing big things
Besides the lunch time flow
Shout out to KB and Hochii they know
Shout out to the RBP gang with the green glow
Me and Ace laced the mixtape and let the hood know
Now haters gotta fix they face like it broke
I got my first buzz way before i even smoked
Fast forward to now
I'm on a flight to Pisa
Watch me turn a skeptic into a believer
Got paid for my shows
That never happened back home
Went to France, shot a video for Leave Me Alone
Big up to Hugo Kant holding me down in Marseille
Thru peace a sign, then I flew back to LA
Now the LA scene, it aint changed too much
Autographs overseas, here they give no f*cks
So its back to square one, didn't burn no bridges
Hit the lab off top, just to build with my ninjas
Dropped the golden calf joint with my G, Kincee
Pros were JF, Crate Div & my homeboy P
Not bad for a player from the 7-1 Fresh
When they all went right, I up and went left
But I'm still on a quest, peace to The Abstract
When i hear a bad beat i don't know how to act
Writer: willie hall
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