Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar - Go K.Dot (Freestyle) lyrics

I told 'em that the truth was comin' niggas
Hey Punch, cover me I'm goin' in

I used to be sceptical about this rap shit
Now I'm a professional at this rap shit
Cause one verse can make
The paralysed backflip
Don't compare guys to me, if Jesus could rap
They'd compare God to me
I'm special like that
I move like a freight train over these tracks
Run through you like wet doodle
That's what I'm doin'
Shittin' on niggas, perform bowel movements
Who you, you ain't up to par keeler
Nah keeler
You're word patterings is kinda off keeler
You ain't sick enough
You just a cough keeler
I bring pneumonia to California
Say hello to Mr west now
Who's the best on the west now?
KDot, Jay Rock hands down
Anybody that feel different
You die first class on a cemetery visit
Keeler

Keep it runnin' Punch
I told niggas the truth is comin' man
Hey Top put a couple houses on your boy man
I got your shit right here

I'm so far ahead of my time
I'm 'bout to start my third life
Shit I feel like I've died already twice
Then reincarnated and become your
Unborn grandchild's favourite
I got three brains to play with
I'm so far ahead of my time
I gotta say this shit again
But this time I came back
Double time, rebirth as a twin
Feet first I'm a mother smooth
Like deja vu, times two, now
You could probably dodge a bullet
But see we put your body
Parts in shopping carts
Till them bums push it
You on the edge nigga don't push it
'Fore the fifth turn you head crooked
I sit your monkey ass down and best believe
It won't be on no damn cushion
A casket full of thorn bushes
Move the shit while the fiends look
Call the cops, shush trying to cock me
You fight the case better off the street
Daddy glove boxin, left hook the judge
Cap the jury up
You walkin' out with a Jefferson strapped
Like, if I come back, so what
It's a fact I rap like every
Second I gotta throw up
Ouch, spit shit like dookie mouth
Pull out the drop
Six whenever your bitch out
We put her on the ave
Like cabs and bus route
We put you on the couch
Ice cream with your face pout
Watchin' Oprah
Wonderin' if she ever come back over
Nah homie she at the crib
Makin' her feet touch her shoulders
I'm in her ribs like, hey what's up
She in my closet talkin' bout
How much these cost don't worry 'bout it
Just make sure you tell your girls about it
You know Kelly, Kim
Sherry and Shirley 'bout it
Mama, you can see you fucking with a boss
Look at my kicks
You could see how much these cost
Look at my teeth, yeah ma, gold no floss
Yeah we still doin' it baby
Top Dawg we keep doin' it baby
I'm a boss nigga

This shit is fuckin' fond of me, Punch man
I tell motherfuckers the truth is comin' man
It's so fuckin' real man oh man
It's like a routine when I step on the scene
Pack a full of lean