Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul, Black Hippy - Tony Touch Shade 45 Freestyle lyrics

Yo, Ab-Soul brother number two what it do
Tony Touch knock beats like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to the rest of ya
You know they make it bigger then
What it is in particular (Laughs)

Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcolm
Humble and modest but these margins
Can move a mountain
I moshpit on the beat and leave
The mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing
Rappers with talent, preach
Yes I said talent, Kendrick
Ain't scared of y'all
Can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets
How they did it
The only features I got is was
This handsome face I was getting how ironic
Playing Sonic was the shit like a colonic
Now we vomit over these beats
While critics pay homage
This is too street like my
23 summers in Compton i go so deep
Like my dick in your bitch hope
The condom never do leak 2 seats, one car
All you hear yes daddy and snapped bras
High salary blow jobs
High calorie rap bars not me
My sweet 16 probably need a school ID
And usually I be, the dominant victor
You know what time it is nigga
Affirmative Action, you fact or you fiction?
I’m a slain cracker from being insane
Pop a vein when I write this shit
I’m think on the shit
I'm vain and I think you’re a bitch
A female poodle under some homo's voodoo
Sucking the industry's dick
We catching bodies, fades in the hotel lobby
Fuck your security
And that's at the Ritz-Carlton
My impurity's probably your best asset
I spit acid
Hit your block and crumble your address
Leaving them stagnant
This is torture when I tort ya, or escort you
Out the building where ex-convicts
With all sorts of permeant handshakes
Your man can’t stick to
The script with handpaint
Popping your lip then popping the
Clip then popping your van, wait
We keep the piece, but want the peace
Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up

Aww man they let a gangsta in here
Awhuh, Looking for hoes who gon' strip
Down to there swim wear
Aww, Since I got older n' made
An escape from our family
Niggas been causin' casualties for any
Sucka or super sweater
Say they can handle me huh
I feel assaulted like
Fuck around and get charged with battery
Awwhuh, Energized, Blue ball I'm
High as wings, we fly to find the things
On fire, I'm carousing, n' kick
It like soccer teams
Who spit it as precise as him
Awhuh, got a dirt job for that, uhhh, yo
Choppa that hoes a beam (Laughs)

Everybody focused on this animal
So one who push the envelope
The remedy the antidote
Mix the Henny and the Coke
Sell the tree and the dope
Rain sleet and the snow
Do we sleep? Hell no
I Pop a tag and pull up in a Elco
Bag a bitch at Elco, run up in her tailbone
Grindin cuz I sell mo
Hotter then that hell boy
Fresher than an altoid
See me in them tabloids
Actin like a damn fool
Running from them bad boys
Keep a Will Smithon Wessen
Big shell out my weapon, hit
You like an astroid, get high wit androids
I'm outta space wit this shit
Pass the L to Elroy i ain't took a L boy
I ain't never lost nigga big
Heat on me blood
Click defrost nigga lookin at a boss nigga
Fuck you an yo boss nigga
Iron on me ever see a hunnit play golf nigga

Get chastised for your raps with mad lies
See mathematically I divide you academy
Multiply the digit's
Spend it foolishly on women n' Benz's
Jewelry or new Benz's, two or three
Who but me cool as Lupe's CD
Or cooler then the Shade
When it's 80 degrees
You wouldn't qualify if you had 80 degrees
There ain't a place or a horse
That stay stable as me you (Laughs)

Feeling like a motherfucking animal
Hannibal Lechter of 2012
Elected to execute every rapper
That has excelled if music your calling
Then you balling, pick up yourself
If a nigga said he could see me
Bet he told you in Braille, fucker
Put you on front street, then buy some bread
Nigga you lunch meat
Should've worked at Subway instead
Goliath couldn't bare my triumph
I'm a leader
Walk behind me as I walk through Zion
Swinging swords like I'm sparring
With a Spartan
Watch they face drop when the beat drop
I drop a real jewel like a Martin, fool
Me and curtains ballin' like peewee
Kirkland callin' 'em kirk franklin
Stomp 'em, leave 'em hurting
No judgement for a plaintiff
They tried to find me guilty
For spitting filthy as ODB
But I've been OD since '03
That's March 14th, my first recordings
I kicked it's like sweet chin
Music on Chuck Norris

Look, Look, Look, Look, Look, Look
I tell em' i'm just an average black man
Gotta take a stand
If I don't I will fall short
Gotta have a plan i don't know my destiny
Lord knows I'm stressed
But he woke me up this morning
It's good to say I'm blessed
In this game we call life
Gotta know the ropes
If you don't you get tangled
Strangled till you choke
People think they know
Think they know what's really best for me
They say that I ain't swaggin' enough
I bought necessities
They sai that I ain't rapping enough
I need some concepts
Man they listening slow, or they too deaf
Shit I got what it takes to be a star
As soon as I'm on man they wanna shut me off
Shining with the sun here they
Come with there clouds
But I ain't giving up shit
I've been runnin' for miles
If you ask around
They say I'm the one in the town
Jay mutha fuckin' rock, knock a shit down
Look, Look, uh, they say life's a gamble
I'm just glad that I'm winning
Ya I'm glad that I'm winning
Uhh, They say life's a gamble, huh
But I'm glad that I'm winning
Shit I'm just glad that I'm winning

All these niggas can't fuck with
Anybody in my circle
Squares take a pair to this
Shit we droppin' right
I'm extra high, I'm extra right
Now I'm freestyling like what
The fuck is up, fuck me up
Where the blunt at, can we smoke in here
Say Ab-Soul where's the blunt
Can we smoke it here
Got some mo' weed, Hennessy, bitches in here
I'm bout to fuck her, her
N then in the couch right there
You see how we do
Right off the top no glasses
Just me n uhh, Kendrick Lamar, we

After non sense
I'm live and direct with a dead compass
On my way to Carson from Compton
Steady mobbin
You know my squadrine, Black Hippy
All I need is a pack of Black & Mild's
N' an ounce of sticky but I ain't picky
Black lip bastard, black T let's back track
Malcolm X was a government
Scene, Black causality, black
That's too deep, and I'm the bomb
That's like C4 on the sea floor
Fuck wit' AB n you can see more
Soon as I touch this money
I'm an act of Eeyore
And as soon as Leor put's up a couple mill
I'm a drop a classic album, put
Up a blunt n' chill, get the deal
It's Ab-Soul actin' an ass
'bout to cop a number 22
At Jack in the Crack
At the crack of dawn, I know I'm a lab rat
I'm up at the early morn'
Morning the formula to be as big
As Madonna with my raps
Call me what you want just
Don't call me ignorant
I figure since I'm in it I
Should be the biggest in it
I even grew my hair out
Out get a little image
And for the record I'm mixed
But what ever you wish
Ab-Solo Black lips, black polo (Laughs)
Uh ohh, blowing dodo in the dojo