schoolboy q - dead rappers lyrics
[verse 1: schoolboy q]
hey , yo
guess who’s bizack still hit a crack him off loads
cocaine spit throat be the stove
stay running on these tracks and the mic be the soles
be cautious real spitters so you might get exposed
copycats spitting all these facts
without your life attached not understanding where your life is at
you got your boy confused though i’m not convinced
would tell you washed up, but your flow is drenched
let me clear my throat let me spit these quotes
and tell you q, jay rock, dot, we run the coast
i’m so addicted, and so is lifted
so restricted, now your flow evicted
fake n-ggas see through you like eyelashes
eyegl-sses like kobe n-gga, no p-sses
my breed, knowing that you can’t make ’em
you can’t break ’em, so peace as-salamu alayk-m
[chorus: kendrick lamar]
goodbye, i know the rapper dead
i’m on my murder job again in the morning
this 187 on the line i know the rapper dead
that means another record label is mourning
so you can run but you cannot hide
cause when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid
cause when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
lyrical homicide best believe i do
[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
yo q, these n-ggas think they cute
talking louder than the trumpet, when i see ’em where the fluke?
your opinion something moving like pew p-ss by ’em, hog tie ’em for the revenue, bullets peer through the bulletproof
look what the iron do scope now i’m eyeing you
silencer, now my iron grew i en route
learn, of the flow first to realize these rap guys
sh-t on ’em then throw them to the flies bombs like al-ca-ter
ride on my enemies, homicide
text like a referee, give you free shot for any penalty
drop metaphors, nouns and verbs plenty similes
serve like a waitress and you don’t want seconds courtesy
off k dot, the son of 2pac
biggies nephew big l said i was special
now let’s do, lunch over these beats
even punch said i was sweet
punchlines and kick hot rhymes ’till i’m burning my feet
ouch
[chorus: kendrick lamar]
goodbye, i know the rapper dead
i’m on my murder job again in the morning
this 187 on the line i know the rapper dead
that means another record label is mourning
so you can run but you cannot hide
cause when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid
cause when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
when i see ’em i’mma k!ll ’em
lyrical homicide best believe i do
[verse 3: schoolboy q ]
wait i got it uh known for spitting knowledge uh
homages like tuition, they pay it like it’s college uh
wait professor uh, well how i spit it this semester
look i’m sending mc’s on a stretcher
these b-tches uh, all because my lyrical conversation
got these b-tches begging for penetration
humiliation, rappers they will know i demolish ya
spit you to a coma dot finish ’em
[verse 4: kendrick lamar ]
uh, wait, diminish ya preach like a ministercompet-tion naw they p-ssy get the [?]
get in the -ss like animals imitators get plenty of
propane, hotter when winter come, some insane
dope mane, bee’s the studio, you ain’t lived here
ever since i done came, record me yoooo
your own momma wouldn’t do that
she rather throw herself in the dumpster than listen to trash
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