Rapper Shit by Ab-soul
[Ab-Soul:]
My back against the wall, I can 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 away, Bob the Buil' factor
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 hits 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
[Kendrick Lamar:]
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
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