Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q - 6'7' Freestyle lyrics

[Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q - 6'7' Freestyle lyrics]

Said I'm a fuckin' monster, a massive attack
I haunt ya i mastered the rap, then
Fucked up the monitors, mastered that
After that, I went for
Thermometers, popped 'em all
Then popped in the
Jaw of Tracy Veronica, holla back
They promised us
No pajamas, insomnia, will attack
I attack like piranha does
Hit your block like a comet- blah! And
You all know what time it is
2012, mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silencers
Exercisin' that trigger strap, rock with us
Metallica
Competition no talent, hmm, in the jungle
What's wild enough?
Just might stumble upon a pack of lions
No lyin', my soldiers dyin', this is Iraq
Alliances
Lining with stars and bars of a prison rep
My science a-
-pplyin' pressure, her stretcher is needed
Pay the proceeds or you live in debt, y'all
Soft as a giga-pet, you niggas can't see me
Unless you watchin' the TV or
Ultra huggin' my silhouette
My flow got the ceiling wet
I spit 'til I feel my breath
Who sinkin' my fuckin' chest? She
Fuckin' the fuckin' best
Mean my dick is the dick of death
Mean I'm killin that pussy
Like Spike whenever that Jerry slept

Yeah, Dre
Me and Andre the Giant, 6'7 and climbin'
Whether you storm to your climate
Whether you're beat makin' or rhyming
Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of diamonds like Jay fans
On a island with Ray Bans
Glasses palmin' asses
That probably came wit' a great tan, hehe
I be the motherfuckin' mecca of
This hub city spectrum
Where they at? I will dissect them
Like a fucking frog's rectum
Why you wreckin' with irreputable?
My worst flow incredible
They probably call the federal
After I slaughter several
Etcetera, etcetera
Bentley passin' up Celicas
They tellin' us about shit
HiiiPoWeR in your mouth, bitch
And Top Dawg can vouch, bitch, nigga
What you 'bout?
About face with army outfit's
The general's here
That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
Penitence reachin' pinnacles of
Life and despair
And me I solemnly swear to handle mine
Like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I ain't never
Askin' Allah for it
Only difference is I be spazzin'
And still a proud poet put me in a category
I don't know what's a sadder story
Guts and glory
Your pain bore me you ain't really lived it
I take you to a block where they crippin'
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger
Than the torso of Pippen
Bitch, I been doin' it
Before you niggas ruined it
Show me somethin' different
You either kissin' dick or givin' me distance
You live in a district
Of dimebags and dummies
I know your statistics
Who your boss? He more like my assistant
Get lost, have a egg and a biscuit
Break fast when we aimin' them biscuit's
Pay cash when your chain come up missin'
Q! Q! See Kendrick Lamar Live
Get tickets as low as $166

Ah! Double up, shit, what the fuck?
Get me some my promo
Poppin', setbacks droppin'
Soon they watchin'
I just lock and load explode, target flowed
I'm somewhere blowed
Marriotts and Swisher Sweets
LA nigga pro'bly east
Cheerin' for the ragin' beats
X O henny scrape the keif
Bangin C, I'm bangin', B
Put them niggas next to me
Stop and focus, get the lead, I'm here now
Let the hardest speak
Ya all them dudes got ovaries, period
Run on sentence still I'm ventin', air
Conditionin', coolest breezes, ill diseases
Grip my penis, shoot my
Semen, still I'm comin', miles a runnin'
I was learnin' gettin' knowledge
Head is throbbin', she's a goblin
We be mobbin' over bitches
Stick and miss and she the business
Get a witness, pussy frenchin'
Just a mission poppin' off like on a
Mission, proposition, gettin' money
Drop a nigga
Rush a nigga, stomp a nigga, crush a nigga
Dust a nigga copperhead gon' thrust a nigga
Heatin' up the winter, nigga
Somethin' to remember, nigga, hella sick
I got a spit curse with a verse like God
Told me kill the shit
Load the clip Heckler & Koch, the hoover king
Bada bing by the ding a ling, natural hoover
Fing ring with a vision
Clearin' it with Visine, asian from Beijing
Money make her cum, she cream- feed the weak
That's Wing Stop
At the start with rain drops, autobot
Space shuttle shittin' on your car lots- boy
Stop! Could at least got a saturn
Huh? HiiiPoWer see our patent, huh?
Workin' on tracks like we never been free
22 squezze niggas shootin' off C’s
Please thought a nigga shot 16’s
Rhyme sixteens- bada bing, bing, bing
Bing bing if you want to be from HiiiPoWeR
Please come to friend zone but don't wowwy
You will not suck on my dick tonight

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