Rapper Shit

My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob could build faster
I'm a real master, real massive
You just real average
I see your chain, it's strange
They wore those in the Middle Passage
And it's harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
Colors like stained glass
I see the fear in your eyes when we arrive
And what's the odds of
Even thinking you coincide
When every time a nigga open
A door you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your shit is due it's doo doo
And who knew that too cool fool who
Used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack
Like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul, Abstract Asshole
Black Lip Bastard, et cetera for forever
I follow no ruler
Even if I'm under a drastic measure
But whatever

They say pressure bust pipes
And I ain't never had to deal
With plumbing in my life, now that's a bar
Sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
Or colliding with the diesel with
Your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It's inadequate to go against
The Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what
I got no cheddar
But my mind is like a wizard
I defy the laws of gravity every time
I get high and write a sentence
Back teeth never been in agony
But I got wisdom
I have risen from the wicked
To jump on the competition
Scorch ya, third degree burns
Next to their sideburns
All sorts of combustible flows
Firemen on speed dial
Free the leaders of the free
World with a freestyle free the teachers
Black activists get up off your feet now
And feed off my feelings
As I control my wheel
Like new power steering, so sincere
Tryna duck court hearings but I got big ears
Rap peers, used to study them wishing they
Would fuck with me
Now they can't fuck with him
I'm wishing good luck to them
Reluctantly these critics loving me and
I don't blame 'em they say
Kendrick you gunning for these niggas
So when I pull my weapon out
I give 'em the pleasure to see me aim it
And watch these bullets run
Into these niggas, clear the set
I got now, I got next, give you nouns
Give you verbs
Give you adjectives while proposing
An agitated threat
I am most debated in barber shops
All because they slept on me
Big homie fear young
Buck cause when I buck I
Make more than a buck
Dollars come quick like a fucking nun
Fucking for the first time
Put me in Alaska for six months in the dark
In my heart I know sun still shine
Still got a skill to be found in a gold mine

I got an appetite for habitual
Liars on the mic
Who with pliers couldn't get a grip on life
I spit like I sat the tip of my dick on ice
And that's intense
Imagine if I had already came twice
Ain't that some shit
Pass the swisher nigga
Fill your cup with liquor nigga
Fly your kite till you're
Gone till November nigga
Show 'em you remember nigga
Pour some Hennessy and Crown for
Your homie six feet underground
Smoke an ounce and turn
That frown upside down
Like the triangle in the panties of my gal
When Mike Jack made "Raining in
Moscow" I had no style
Tommy Boy stocking on my scalp
And that was like ninety-five
Now it's twenty-ten
Two years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one

Too many relays for DJs to replay
I do the reject while I
Eject your new singlay
Hot enough to sit in hell
Then unveil in heatwave
Piss on a demon with ice water
And if I lose my voice then I'm
Probably calling out to all PA
Systems to assist in with the
Word I'm tryna spread
Like county jail bread or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some valium
Then turn up the volume
I influence ghettos where it says caution
And them bloggers get to sparking
Like LA females that's balling
Round the time this happens often
The violence get the flare
We racing against life
The turtle or the hare?
And nobody can compare to the legacy
That we bout to build
Y'all work at Build-A-Bear soft as
Underhand pitching with skills

Shit, and ain't no use in
Crying over spilt milk you're dead and gone
The pall-bearers carry you and your
Family will carry on and on the real
This ain't a construction site but
You know the drill
We lead the league in all aspects
And we deserve more medals than a magnet
Put you niggas in a hole like bad debt
Shooting three pointers with the globe
Nothing but nets

Nigga, nothing but the best
Every time we hit your tape
Deck niggas hit the deck
I rhyme like a fucking TEC-9
And I 'Clown Posses' if they disrespect
You looking at a T-Rex snapping
At 'em with Tourette's
Yeah, this the flow that
Killed aspiring rappers too late
I grab the eight and start expiring rappers
Some shit only BIG and Pac could rap after
And if they was alive
They would have to pay tithes i am God
MCR squares will disperse in despair
This is me motherfucker