Black Hippy Freestyle

[Intro] [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Jay Rock checking in, you niggas checking out When I grip the pen, that's how it is when I'm on the mic I'm the People's Choice The streets never lie I paid dues so I'm self made And if you got something shitty to say You get slept or slayed Haters in the shade They running they mouth They steady talking till the gun in they mouth Go ahead and chit chat That's when you hear the click-clack then its all over Too late to bleed, squeeze then flee, bleed the streets, bleed the beats True story I'm straight gutter, all guts No glory You niggas whack with them same raps Y'all bore me You're all killers and dealers With scrilla like Kobe Cut it out, you rappers papier-mache K.Lamar my nigga, go ahead and take'em away [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] I said we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more My flow China white Like a sheep in the snow I go deep as the Bible, I could debate with the pope And you rappers go down hill Like a ski on the slope I been a boat with Papi But I ain't trying to cop no work I'm trying to cop me the boat and some more property I told Rock "We gotta be more then just a commodity Make the whole name and entity to infinity" Y'all want me off the juice, no grenadine Could stop me from thinking presidential like the scattered brains of Kennedy After I shot, duck down So the crowd won't witness me Now, could somebody locate Mr. Shakur? And tell these Tupacs, they two shots, away from two blocks Of being neighbors with the Almighty Lord I put your best material in, then fast forward Kendrick, signing off I'm sure your signature's forged, boy [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] They say I'm headed to the county and they said it's for a murder In a zone like a touchdown No need to be turned down Catch a fade, mandatory Walk up in the dorm room just me and my heart Let it start Where you from? I bang back Start pushing back the rack So I guess it's time to scrap Run that, Look I Whooped his ass for an hour Made his nigga have to drag him in the shower Survival techniques from the streets don't apply in here Just barbarious niggas who'll try your fears, ruthless Little church choir and Hell's fire And lemme see you sing your ass out of this one Smashed out a victim Should've kept push ups in your routine Eating tuna for your protein Most niggas turn scary, fags get buried Snatch a mothafucka's commissary Dont worry I'm a gangster [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Look First name Herbert Last name Steven Don't call it my government Cause I don't know none of them As far as rap I'm running it like I'm getting robbed Target wasn't quite my target That's why I quit my job These niggas better hop on board When my ship sets sail and I sell a few records Sipping Guinness and set a few records Enough is never enough I gotta do extra I gotta go the distance I gotta prosper, I gotta put my mamacita In that big casa I gotta be the Realest if not the illest to spit a verse God MC, Pick a church Hallelujah Don't let the curly hair fool you My hair ain't quite wool And my feet ain't bronze And it's inadequate thinking I used to run Nazareth Imagine if this hoodie was a crown of thorns You wish you had the stamina to go that hard Get your punchlines up, then maybe we could spar Your lyrics should make a point, then maybe we could score Then maybe I could show you how three met-a-four (Beat runs out) Metaphorically speaking I'm more indecent Then papa bear getting distracted enjoying his porridge, peep it In a war, I rip a warrior to pieces Make a Domino effect, like I'm delivering pizzas (Kendrick:"Let him go, let him keep going") And if that ain't a fact, then neither is Jesus Black-lipped bastard Puffing on a pasture I hit a chick till she holla' like she caught the Holy Ghost Then I passed her, holy smokes I bring disaster to every quote You a Shasta to a Coke I'm a master Sensei with a pen raised Build up bricks, just to break In the dojo blowing do-do And to be frank I'm so hot I make the snow flake On any day Ab-Soul, now you know mane [Outro]