[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Okay, n***as mad that I can rap
Just imagine if I stayed in the trap
Cooking up chickens like Colonel Sanders up in the kitchen
I spit it like I'm reminiscing
That could make it a premonition, listen
I was just a lad on my project steps
Now that I'm thinking back, the projects was the best
But n***as mad that I can rap
They even turn they heads when they giving me dap
Because they bitches heads always fall in my lap
I just jump and I swim and I run me a lap
I wish Q-Tip woulda gave me this track
I would've bodied it, like the Aftermath or shotty kicks
Superb with my nouns and vеrbs
I can splurge a rhyme or take a rappеr's critical lifeline
On my life, I'm not lying
They bite mines, I'm a python, squeezing the game
Big guns like SOCOM, I got aim
Troopers, bazookas, could shoot down planes
But that's another note
Let me bless you with another quote
How I remain unseen, grab you a telescope
I'm hella dope like like 36 O's of coke
Roundtable, mixing Hennesy with the coke
This gonna be a cold winter, better buy a coat
Top Dawg, money gang, n***a, we a cult
I ain't got a bank account, dawg, I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that
Give me my check and respect, I demand all that
Before I pop, pop, blam, all that
And my gun don't jam like that, bumbaclot
Get your mama shot, me fear none
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Where the rum, Jay Rock? Go head and flex
I be at them n***as necks like a racist cop
Just better hope they stay afloat like a boat at the dock
Somebody call me a doc, I'm bout to lose it
Ironically, I'm smart as Alva, but my flow stupid
So stupid that I closed my eyes, wrote a rhyme
By my fourteenth bar, I visioned The Three Stooges
Expression of the shit I write is like "Who pooed it?"
I shit on a rapper then make they wifey call me Brutus
However we can do this
Flow sharper than a machete
And I can stab you in the back like I'm Judas
You rap like your raps is the hottest or the coolest
I rap like I'm wrapped in the hands of a god
Throw a fire bar then I scream out "Hadouken!"
I'm Ryu when I ride through, how you?
Pyrus and the Crips say "How you?"
Because I turn a session into a typhoon
And boogie boards couldn't last one second, two
But n***as mad that I can rap
My arsenal make it look all bad for Iraq
And you can admire me in the lab for a rack
I need a variety, bitches of cosmetology that could jump on the head
But you can keep all the rats
Just model bitches with ass that sit on top of they backs
I'm on top and I'm back for the first time like a new born spinal cord
That's a line, press record
[Outro: Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q & (Kendrick Lamar)]
What's goin' on?
Why do you refuse to?
Feel me, feel me, (feel me)
Lord, I need you to
Feel me, feel me, (feel me)