Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul - OnDaSpot Freestyle lyrics

Soul brotha, number after one
The brightest out the bunch
Compare me to the sun
Skinny as a motherfucka
Probably skipped lunch
Hungry with the same appetite as Big Pun
They say I'm too much, I ask how come
There's no one else with opposable
Thumbs with such a touch
You help a nigga once and
He'll probably forget it
You help a nigga twice
You're officially his crutch
I understood this back when I
Was just a young lad
Couple lies and a couple lines in my notepad
My composition wasn't even competition
Now I'm dropping shit in the booth more
Than the pot I piss in and might I mention
I dive in the pool of violent piranhas
You find another guy with my description
My prerogative is simply to
Annihilate you simply
I got fired from my job, but I gets busy
And I ain't tryin' to ask
For more than I deserve
So understand when I say I
Need a million today
You blend in like chameleon
But I stand out, like I exited the building
Fuck yo feelings, I'm just sayin'
You ain't nothin' like Ab, nigga
We're night and day like Meek
Mills and Mac Miller
I'm sippin' Remy watchin' Martin
Droolin' over Gina
If I had the opportunity I'd turn her out
Like Tina but not like Ike
I'd take a much different approach
Roll in a river 'til she hit them high notes
No disrespect, I'm just a nut
Tryin' to get some cash
You's another nigga in my way
Tryin' to get some scratch
I'm tryin' to get to San Tropez
Or somewhere close to that
All cause I heard Jay say
It in a fuckin' rap now make that ass clap
I know this ain't that type of song
But I get pussy too
They only like me for conscious songs
Whatever that means, I swear I'm so aware
But I wear shades everyday
My vision gotta be impaired
Plus you would think they found
Me in Korea somewhere
And I'm just another nigga
Like Farrakhan with curly hair

If I told you I killed a nigga
At sixteen would you believe me
Or see me to be just a
Angel that's easy to please
Angled a company by a gang
Of niggas that squeeze
Once their marks are your tire marks
That's the fuckin' mark of the beast
I try so hard to follow God
You know, anointed oil
Plant some Bibles in the front yard
Rebuke at the turmoil
My dreams of being like Jordan are spoiled
My temperature high that it boiled
'til your homicide is good for you
I'm loyal to my feelings
I try to stay righteous and cordial
But these feelings are
Twenty-twos a producer, new Zoo
These gorillas they let loose at
2: 45 on 245 street colt 45 and shoot
Walkin' outside and slippin'
Like Kenneth Coles
On a slab of grease, body found in a pothole
Forks, white tees just to cover
Up his long nose
And that bitch'll hang to my
Knee like a dress i confess I'm depressed
I suppose I'm more than likely infest
My best in the Lima hop out
Gun your ass down in front of your mama
I try to follow God like Bishop
But when they see that you bitcher
Prepare for a ditch of
Dirt, I give you a list of families
That hurt, but oh well, fuck it
That's life and that's the color your son
Chose to put on tonight so in self-respect
Just know I say it's a honor
Hop out, gunnin' us down in
Front of your mama, uh
Like kindergartners my vision's bothered
By vigilantes that harbor on street corners
Try your hardest to harvest bundles
Of weed on ya the starving, the speed on ya
Stampede on ya
Impede on your pockets that peed on ya
Dreams of us livin' lavish in
Fabrics of fine linens
Spinnin', established with women
Dinin' and laughin'
But this environment got us violent
Ready to crash
Into society, take the driver's seat
Hope you're fastened
Your seat belts twice when
I rolled them dice, i crap
So many times I could
Build casinos from scratch
Too many daps you might receive
From the things you achieve, relax
That's what my mental say
But my physical's been detached
I'm on some other shit
Like fuck the government
I'm higher rankings
Where the mothership? I made the
Covenant that I was changin'
But my luck has been quite
Disgusting when reality tainted
Where the fuck you been? Left him
Face down like he was plankin'
In a cold world where old girl and
A home boy got a motive
You could bitch, girl your tribulations
That sensation's insultin'
Got a wifey or mistress
Nigga which one you indulgin'?
Regardless of who you pick
Know life's a bitch when you ain't focused
Nigga