Kendrick Lamar — 67 Freestyle

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] 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 [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] 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 outfits, 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 biscuits Pay cash when your chain come up missin' Q! Q! [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] 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, L.A. 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 [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] If you want to be from HiiiPoWeR Please come to friend zone But don't wowwy You will not suck on my dick tonight