Dead Rappers

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Hey , yo Guess who's bizack still hit a crack him off loads Cocaine spit throat be the stove Stay running on these tracks and the mic be the soles Be cautious real spitters so you might get exposed Copycats spitting all these facts Without your life attached not understanding where your life is at You got your boy confused though I'm not convinced Would tell you washed up, but your flow is drenched Let me clear my throat let me spit these quotes And tell you Q, Jay Rock, Dot, we run the coast I'm so addicted, and so is Lifted So restricted, now your flow evicted Fake niggas see through you like eyelashes Eyeglasses like Kobe nigga, no passes My breed, knowing that you can't make 'em You can't break 'em, so peace As-salamu alaykum [Hook] Goodbye, I know the rapper dead I'm on my murder job again in the morning This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead That means another record label is mourning So you can run but you cannot hide Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em Mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em Lyrical homicide best believe I do [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Yo Q, these niggas think they cute Talking louder than the trumpet, when I see 'em where the fluke? Your opinion something moving like pew pass by 'em, hog tie 'em For the revenue, bullets peer through the bulletproof Look what the iron do scope now I'm eyeing you Silencer, now my iron grew I en route Learn, of the flow first to realize these rap guys Shit on 'em then throw them to the flies bombs like Al-Ca-ter Ride on my enemies, homicide Text like a referee, give you free shot for any penalty Drop metaphors, nouns and verbs plenty similes Serve like a waitress and you don't want seconds courtesy Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac Biggies nephew Big L said I was special, Now let's do, lunch over these beats Even Punch said I was sweet Punchlines and kick hot rhymes 'till I'm burning my feet Ouch [Hook] [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q ] Wait I got it uh known for spitting knowledge uh Homages like tuition, they pay it like it's college uh Wait professor uh, well how I spit it this semester Look I'm sending MC's on a stretcher These bitches uh, all because my lyrical conversation Got these bitches begging for penetration Humiliation, Rappers they will know I demolish ya Spit you to a coma Dot finish 'em [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar ] Uh, wait, Diminish ya preach like a ministerCompetition naw they pussy get the [?] Get in the ass like animals imitators get plenty of Propane, hotter when winter come, some insane Dope mane, bee's the studio, You ain't lived here Ever since I done came, record me yoooo Your own momma wouldn't do that She rather throw herself in the dumpster than listen to trash