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rapper sh-t
(feat. kendrick lamar)

[ab-soul:]
my back against the wall, i can see y’all fronting
drowning in your own spit and ain’t coming up with nothing
i call this sh-t “rapper sh-t” cause i ain’t a rapper
but if i was, this ain’t some sh-t that i could rap after
caught up in the rapture, you call yourself a factor
you’re lame, paving away, bob the buil’ factor
i’m a real master, real m-ssive, you just real average
i see your chain, it’s strange, they wore those in the middle p-ssage
and it’s harder to play me than to fiddle backwards
don’t act like you knew my tactics
cause when it hits the fan, you know i stand last
i see through your true colors like stained gl-ss
i see the fear in your eyes when we arrive
and what’s the odds of even thinking you coincide
when every time a n-gg- open a door you go inside
just to realize, either you’re weak or someone lied
see, you spend more time boasting about what you do than you do
so by the time your sh-t is due it’s doo-doo
and who knew that too cool fool who used to sit in the back
would slip through the crack, like dudes who went to rehab
ab-soul, abstract -sshole
black lip b-st-rd, et cetera for forever
i follow no ruler, even if i’m under a drastic measure
but whatever

[kendrick lamar:]
they say pressure bust pipes
and i ain’t never had to deal with plumbing in my life, now that’s a bar
sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
or colliding with the diesel with your baby in your arms
you would test me but you know better
it’s inadequate to go against the jesus of nazareth
of the rap game, and guess what, i got no cheddar
but my mind is like a wizard
i defy the laws of gravity every time i get high and write a sentence
back teeth never been in agony, but i got wisdom
i have risen from the wicked to jump on the compet-tion, scorch ya
third degree burns next to their sideburns, all sorts of
combustible flows, firemen on speed dial
free the leaders of the free world with a freestyle
free the teachers, black activists get up off your feet now
and feed off my feelings as i control my wheel
like new power steering, so sincere
tryna duck court hearings but i got big ears
rap peers, used to study them wishing they would f-ck with me
now they can’t f-ck with him, i’m wishing good luck to them
reluctantly these critics loving me and i don’t blame ’em
they say, kendrick you gunning for these n-gg-s
so when i pull my weapon out, i give ’em the pleasure to see me aim it
and watch these bullets run into these n-gg-s, clear the set
i got now, i got next, give you nouns, give you verbs
give you adjectives while proposing an agitated threat
i am most debated in barber shops all because they slept on me
big homie fear young, buck cause when i buck i make more than a buck
dollars come quick like a f-cking nun f-cking for the first time
put me in alaska for six months in the dark, in my heart i know sun/son still shine
still got a skill to be found in a gold mine

[ab-soul:]
i got an appet-te for habitual liars on the mic
who with pliers couldn’t get a grip on life
i spit like i sat the tip of my d-ck on ice, and that’s intense
imagine if i had already came twice, ain’t that some sh-t
p-ss the swisher n-gg-, fill your cup with liquor n-gg-
fly your kite till you’re gone till november n-gg-
show ’em you remember n-gg-
pour some hennessy and crown for your homie six feet underground
smoke an ounce and turn that frown upside down
like the triangle in the panties of my gal
when mike jack made “raining in moscow” i had no style
tommy boy stocking on my scalp
and that was like ninety-five, now it’s twenty-ten
two years away from when they say the world’s expected to end
and i ain’t even begin
that’s more ironic than a b-m asking for 50 cent from “many men”, one

[kendrick lamar:]
too many relays for djs to replay
i do the reject while i eject your new singlay
hot enough to sit in h-ll, then unveil in heatwave
p-ss on a demon with ice water
and if i lose my voice then i’m probably calling out to all p.a
systems to -ssist in with the word i’m tryna spread
like county jail bread or the legs of a hoochie
and that’s off top like a toupee, i’m 2pac
coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops, go and cop my alb-m
get high to it, pop some valium, then turn up the volume
i influence ghettos where it says caution
and them larkins get to sparking like l.a. females that’s balling
round the time this happens often, the violence get the flare
we racing against life, the turtle or the hare?
and n-body can compare to the legacy that we bout to build
y’all work at build-a-bear’s office, underhand pitching with skills

[ab-soul:]
sh-t, and ain’t no use in crying over spilt milk
you’re dead and gone
the pall-bearers carry you and your family will carry on
and on the real, this ain’t a construction site but you know the drill
we lead the league in all aspects
and we deserve more medals/metals than a magnet
put you n-gg-s in a hole like bad debt
shooting three pointers with the globe, nothing but nets

[kendrick lamar:]
n-gg-, nothing but the best
every time we hit your tape deck n-gg-s h-t the deck
i rhyme like a f-cking tec
-9, and i ‘clown posses’ if they disrespect
you looking at t-rex snapping at a winter rest
yeah, this the flow that killed aspiring rappers
too late, i grab the eight and start expiring rappers
some sh-t only big and pac could rap after
and if they was alive, they would have to pay t-thes
i am god
m.c.r. squares will disperse in despair, this is me motherf-cker

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