Niggas Mad Cause I Can Rap

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Okay, 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 reminiscing That could 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 woulda gave me this track I would've bodied it, like the Aftermath or shotty kicks Superb with my nouns and vеrbs I can splurge a rhyme or take a rappеr's critical lifeline On my life, I'm not lying They bite mines, I'm a python, squeezing the game Big guns like SOCOM, I got aim Troopers, bazookas, could shoot down planes But that's another note Let me bless you with another quote How I remain unseen, grab you a telescope I'm hella dope like like 36 O's of coke Roundtable, mixing Hennesy with the coke This gonna be a cold winter, better buy a coat Top Dawg, 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, bumbaclot 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 Alva, but my flow stupid So stupid that I closed my eyes, wrote a rhyme By my fourteenth bar, I visioned 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 "Hadouken!" 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 boards couldn't last one second, two But niggas mad that I can rap My arsenal make it look all bad for Iraq 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 new born spinal cord That's a line, press record [Outro: Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q & (Kendrick Lamar)] 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)