I Feel It (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Nuh-uh

It's K. Dot, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, I said Philly

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Who say West Coast niggas don't know anything about real hip-hop?

I'm 'bout to give you a prime example

[Verse 1]

Where my gangstas at? Where my dimes at?

Where my nickels and dimes at?

.45's Mac 10's and nines at?

9 times out of 10 half of y'all will die in this combat

If its 12 of you, shells bubble like Alka-Seltzer

You wanna die? I can help you

Put the rap beef aside and sub the content of the street shit to the block, parental advised

I'm feeling like Muhammad Ali in his prime

Mike Jordan in his heyday

Call me Jeff Gordon in that hard top swerving in between the lines

I'm tryna see a better way, I still feel hatred

Uncle Bobby's still incarcerated, Grandma died in Vegas

Grandpa moved to Mississippi

I really can't tell if dude missed me

Probably stretched out on the floor, with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his earlobe

More reason why my heart cold

Prior to a lot of hatin' going, Feds raided the studio

We tryna do songs, but they ain't listen

They just kick down the door as if they have permission

Why you had to do that for?

I wish Pro Tools was on record

Wish I was sitting in the booth doing the chorus or something

No assumptions, I know I'm nice

I know I'm walking the path of greatness, no compass

Not Atheist, but the bars reside with Satan

Chokin' the mic, releasing my frustration

Rather do that before I catch court cases

Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic

Boxed in like a new Porsche rollin'

Stones on my wrist, iceberg, Titanic frozen

K. Dot's in my colon

That nigga, Colon Powell

Modern day war victim

Oh, I'm foul, come join my coalition

No snitch nigga, go join the co-defendant

Feel relentless, new apprentice

King of, comprehension

No competition

Compton's back, pump your fist like this and that

No sumbliminals, I'm listenin', face the facts

You're a disgrace to this rap business

Just a one-man office, you need assistance

Gun tucked, walk in the club, set off sensors

I am a senseless thug, with book smarts

And anybody wanna go at rap legends, without theirself to question

We gave you the self-motivation to be in this profession

Gave you the rhyme scheme before your English education

Exclamation, put it in quotes

I say I'm better than most that say they're the ones that gave 'em swag

The flow, the artist development

Am I who gave you the growth?

You didn't bloom by yourself, somebody had to plant the seed

The sun shine, and now king me

The rapper's rapper, the MC's MC

Kodak moment that's been captured, cheese

I said cheese