J.Dilla Freestyle

[Intro: DJ Skee]

Ay, we gonna slow it down for a second, we keep it movin'

(Right here)

Watts Finest Volume III, Jay Rock

What's my name

(DJ Skee)

[Verse 1: Punch]

I'm still lost in my own zone in the living room

Like I'm dead to the world playin' Donny Hathaway

Patron shots I consume, takin' the pain away

Each sip bring me closer to my doom

The sun shinin' bright through the crack in the blinds

Thinkin' to myself this morning, what happened to time? (Psssh)

It's passing away, the world decides, it ain't what it used to be

Everything I love don't mean what it used to mean

For example spitting a 16, no thrills, feelin' numb like i'm of Thorazine

It used to be nicotine, I was addicted to this rap thing

Now I'm just trying to trap cream

Enough drowning in my sorrow, never put off tomorrow

What you can do today, that's my new motto

With that said, I roll out the bed

Hit the showers, it's time to get this bread, now make dollars

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I woke up in the morning, washed my body, put some clothes on it

After that, put on my heat like Alonzo Mourning

Cause everybody got a gun, it's like they're copy cats

So me without one is like I'm dated

I'd be out of style like Adidas and fat laces

Starter jackets and dookie ropes or whatever the late 80's had favored

I'm one of the best of my Homo sapiens

One of the best of God's creations

He shows favoritism everytime you hear the record on radio stations

I know you mad, you ain't gotta say much, I can feel you hatin'

Serving mc's like waitress, Andre Agassi, multitalented

Rapper slash athlete, killin' these niggas, they're screaming in agony

Half of these niggas ain't half of me

Half of these niggas ain't talking 'bout nothing, yakity, yakity

Pushing my buttons like dressshirts, clapping them rapidly

Actually, Kurt, Co-Bain

Ten years in my career, pray to God that I don't blow up my brains, Lord, I'm here

Great Depression, I don't know much, all I know is studio sessions, and how to get my bars up

They call me Subway sandwich the way i give them cold cuts

Cut from a different cloth, and these Yves Saint Laurent jeans, they cost so much

Bokeem grillin' the Usher, either way i'm caught up in materialistic

Anything that's custom, best believe I'ma get it

Getting tired of it and get rid of it, don't step on the Compton premises without your weap-on on your hip

The home of the stray bullet that murder the innocent

No matter the crime rate I still remain content

Moving at my own pace, 'cause if it don't make dollars

Then it really don't make sense, and if you can't comprehend

I holler like a rottweiler behind a backyard fence

(Holla, holla, holla, holla)

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

I woke up this morning, counting my cash

Girls calling me now, straight throwing the ass

I threw on my T, I grabbed my bitch

Laced up my chucks, rock sharp as a piece

They used to call me a creature, but now I'm a beast

With my voice on the beat, I'm the voice of the streets

From my head to the feet, I'm bad to the bone

Nigga, I won't stop, 'till I'm add to the throne

Dog, I ride with the chrome, gotta be safe in this shit

Call me Pharrell, boy, I keep me them Clipse

I don't ride on no skateboard, I roll with some grinders

Trapped in the hood, far from Giligans Island

I was a drug dealer, but now I'm a wild spitter

Nigga, I'm more iller, call me a hospital

You got the hiccups, I got this fluent as shit, nigga

I spit a bar, straight ruin your shit, nigga

Known as a mack, I can influence ya bitch

I'm the reason these niggas be handcuffin' them quick

I'm the reason these bitch niggas be playa hating on us

See them in the streets, these niggas don't be saying nothing

But keep on talking, you ain't ready for beef

Jay Rock down to bust a nigga head in the streets

I can't help it, the hood flow through my blood

This gangbangin shit, should be considered a drug

Everybody doing it now, I see you rap niggas

Wrong place, wrong time, that's how you get clapped nigga

Raised in the projects, money my object

They standing in my way, like a frog I dissect them

You'll get shot walking through my section

Now you a verse all in my session

They say life is a school, everyday is a lesson

Well I get kicked out, shit got me guessing

Shit naw, check my ghetto report card, straight A student in every class up in the Gardens

Money over bitches, nigga i'm heartless

Money over bitch niggas, rich is my target

(Target, target, target, target)