I Do It For Hip Hop

[Verse 1:Jay Rock] Full time grinder Watts City/Wise city rhymer The ghetto Moses tryna get my homies outta bondage Need some time to think so I'm rolling up the ganja Sneaking out my pores, know I'm blowing on the bombest Bars looking nice, my rap smoke polish A God on the mic, wack rappers pay homage Leader of the new school Everytime I bust a rhyme, incredible lines When I talk, make em' press rewind I do it for Hip-Hop, fuck what you heard Do it for my nigga's who voices will never be heard Listen, blessed with talent, voice of the young people Went from a zero, now my city label me as a hero Nine, double-O, five, nine, that's where the chopper sing Sound so melodic, the problems, that's what the drama brings Dog I'm gutted as ever strivin' for finer things One-O-Five Eastbound, swervin' in and out of lanes This game filled with a lot of lames On the real my nigga, this shit gotta change From Cali to Queens, Top Dawg guarantee We the new regime [Hook: Ludacris] I don't do it for them cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't it for the chains and the flashin rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop [Verse 2:Ab-Soul] Like, 4 years ago I was writing rhymes in my Chevy Celebrity Spittin' the hardness, says Doc Elery It's prophecy I shine, ask cashanova Burnin' up my notepad tryna ash my doja Sober... For the game you decayed I sow it up You must say yes too much Cause you don't know enough To match my caliber, I'm a whole new breed Ya stamina's shot, I'm movin' like the old .23 For Hiphop I breath... Have a seat, I'm a beast And I'm ready for war with no peace Seems that they forgot to rap, you had to think They just wanna be ballers when you see em' on the screen Who am I to say the grass ain't green Who am I to say the next generation don't share the same vision as we I will say this, it's less likely Than me having clean piss Rest in peace Omar Jones Your spirits in my lyrics when I flow Became the number one prospect All because I keep it true, I don't do it for the coupe [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Draped in stone like I gazed at Medusa Download my audio and blow up your computers Spit that conglomerate shit, the shit that you aren't used to Shit so strong the unborn can smell it in the future They'll [?] A Mom and Pop store sold out And the fan killed the clerk over my music Is that real? Realer than me at 16, writing sixteens, battled and dismantled six teens All for the love of hip-hop, I would still rap Even if Rodman came back and my diss flopped Thats an analogy built with substance Fuck an award, my metaphors for the public You forging your signature on [?] the great great K.Dot I gotta catapult you, bye bye I wake up in the morning then compose a bar Flow reckless like the first time you driven a car Perfected, from years of dedication Wrote my first 50 songs and then I graduated With my bachelor's And if you hearing this verse, I probably got my masters And by the end of this verse I'm your favorite rapper [Hook] [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q] Coming from where the diplomas don't matter Backpacks still carry the work Big burner under the shirt Shit I just wanted her purse Kill a bitch and hit the studio to murder a verse I'm just getting it in Reminiscing about the time when I was stressing to rhyme Started getting better, shit I'm destined to shine Clip load up Fuck it back to the crime Profession of pro skaters couldn't fuck with my grind Still stuck with a nine Shooting like MJ in his prime You motherfuckers know what it is Straight splatter your wig Let your mother know its personal And murder your kids Little nieces buried in anchovies Rap Lebron, Kobe Hip-hop, shit, no matter what I'm talking Cough on the beat and its abortion Murder motherfuckers, straight extortion Live on the beat Who wanna compete? Down in Miami spitting heat, straight tragic Move to Orlando working magic Cocaine balls out the cabinet Uncut, raw, whole ransom Anybody can get it, I'm fully committed to Hip-Hop