Released: August 31, 2009
Featuring: Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter: Kendrick Lamar Jay Rock
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Niggas 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 reminiscin'
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 niggas 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 would've given me this track
I would've boddied it, like the aftermath or shotty kicks[?]
Supеrb, with my nouns and verbs
I can splurge a rhyme, or takе a rapper's critical lifeline
On my life I'm not lying
They bite mine, I'm a pipe bomb, squeezin' the game
Big guns like SOCOM, I got aim
Troopas bazookas could shoot down planes
But that's another note
Let me bless you with another quote
I remain unseen, grab you a telescope
I'm hella dope like like 36 o's of coke
Round table, mixin' Hennesy with the coke
This gonna be a cold winter, better buy a coat
Top Dog money gang, nigga 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, bombaclot
Get your mama shot, me fear none
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Where the rum, Jay Rock?
Go 'head and flex
I be at them niggas' 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 [?], but my flow stupid
So stupid that I closed my eyes, wrote a rhyme
By my fourteenth bar, envisioned 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 HADUKEN
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 boys couldn't last one second, two
But niggas mad that I can rap
My arsenal make you look all bad for a rack
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 newborn spinal cord
That's a line, press record
[Refrain]
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
Niggas 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 reminiscin'
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 niggas 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 would've given me this track
I would've boddied it, like the aftermath or shotty kicks[?]
Supеrb, with my nouns and verbs
I can splurge a rhyme, or takе a rapper's critical lifeline
On my life I'm not lying
They bite mine, I'm a pipe bomb, squeezin' the game
Big guns like SOCOM, I got aim
Troopas bazookas could shoot down planes
But that's another note
Let me bless you with another quote
I remain unseen, grab you a telescope
I'm hella dope like like 36 o's of coke
Round table, mixin' Hennesy with the coke
This gonna be a cold winter, better buy a coat
Top Dog money gang, nigga 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, bombaclot
Get your mama shot, me fear none
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Where the rum, Jay Rock?
Go 'head and flex
I be at them niggas' 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 [?], but my flow stupid
So stupid that I closed my eyes, wrote a rhyme
By my fourteenth bar, envisioned 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 HADUKEN
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 boys couldn't last one second, two
But niggas mad that I can rap
My arsenal make you look all bad for a rack
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 newborn spinal cord
That's a line, press record
[Refrain]
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
more tracks from the album
From the albums
- No Mask On (2009)
- 30 Day Takeover (2009)
Jay Rock popular songs
- Vice City
- Hood Gone Love It
- Wow Freestyle
- OSOM
- WIN
- Pay for It
- Easy Bake
- Tap Out
- Redemption
- King’s Dead (Album Version)
- No Joke
- For What It’s Worth
- All My Life (In the Ghetto)
- Wanna Ride
- ES Tales
- Fly on the Wall
- Code Red
- Parental Advisory
- Troopers
- Elbows
- Traffic Jam (Easy Bake Remix)
- Colors
- All My Life (Remix)
- Westside