XXL — XXL Freshmen 2011 Cypher - Part 2

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] Goddamn, look who just stepped in The cat done drug up a wolf from the den, hey Not long ago I was wiping his ass Now he's a rich rapper wiping his ass with cash It didn't take much for me to realize I was on my own Moving through woods like Donkey Kong I invented that classic rock soul My momma was too inhibited with brothers and black crows We got the dirty shit locked in the boon docks Grain fed cattle means we gon' shroom pop I'm in touch with my inner star, you watch I'll stand up in Hollywood and spit moon rocks Bitches wanna know the real Yelawolf, really? All the whore will get to see is Catfish Billy The world around my childhood was a crooked wall I had to reach high to see above the weed fog Pop a head on the crawfish and soak it dry I pop your head if you talk shit, I bust your eye You know I'm southern, I got a grill and a dirty frown Y'all coming with me, I'm the future in town It's going down, Shady [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] What up? Lemme catch the beat What up? Swag, swag, Based God I hear you What up? Swag, swag, yeah, G shit Westside, huh, look [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] I'm beyond the most slept on, stepped on Stepsons, father of rap songs, writing my wrongs Writing in the book of psalms This is the word, word to the holy Qur'an Or whatever that's foreign to ya I find it funny that you are embracing a storm, wait Ring the alarm or wake up with a bomb through ya It's Baghdad kids with bad dads, cops with bad badges Big bullets, no "My bads" once them guns shoot ya I said, "Yo, I might go hard as the Mike Jordan Lace up my Jordans and yellin' out ISO" Ike Turner your idol, whip 'em and bruise 'em Stick poison inside his pie-hole, sad that you knew him We influence the heart of thousands, 999,000, but who's counting Thirsty for success and we drink from the youth fountain Big headed, tryna stay grounded like a delinquent in middle school clownin' Drownin' MCs, they want life jackets While we swim backwards we yellin' "Nigga, please!" Pay your respect or recognize the alphabet You can't survive in a room full of g's Coached by my uncle, Lil Mane, I resemble him They tryna tilt the game and we killing all Thebes Make 'em all blood, make 'em all bleed Motherfucker die, put a ribbon in the sky Till Stevie Wonder sing, king of all kings Jokers and new jacks can get dealt with Royal Flush when I drop shit and say these things Mad leaning on 'em 'cause half of these niggas Maybelline All made up, 'bout to go dummy On a dummy, what, what, treat him like a welterweight And stuff him in some trunks, you fucking with a giant I'm Forest Whitaker sparring with some Forrest Gumps What you want? [Interlude: Lil B] Look how good I look, man, it's Lil B Yeah, ayy, check this, uh [Verse 3: Lil B] My nigga told me if I ever stop rapping The game lost Jordan, trade him to the Magic Exhibit Based not Exhibit C Niggas couldn't see, let me part the sea Part a part of me, nothing pardons me You niggas arguably is worse than me Get your whole squad, let me go hearse your team Pop bullets in his back, make him work his knees This is sick I'm on top now I remember in the hood I was locked down Oakland, Yosemite Having YA dreams appearing right ahead of me Now I'm getting glad that you niggas ain't ahead of me And you'll never be forgetting me Hard drive, man, it's all about the memory Strapped with a vest screaming "Motherfuck my enemies" Uh, have 'em moving like a centipede I'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedy Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music Plus I'm a robber and I dare you suckas push me Got the same pistol that they shooting— [Interlude: Lil B & CyHi The Prynce] I'm too nice I'm the rawest rapper, I'm done, I'm done Yeah [Verse 4: CyHi The Prynce] Nah, I ain't done no faking but here come the H-game We were the shit before the cake came I hate lames, they get mad because we make change And I ain't even had to bake caine But I keep the weight gain on the freight train Fuck dope, I'm on the kush and the haze game In the streets I got a great name I'm a pimp cause I break dames Play with my pay, I see my great danes Pause, let the bass bang, huh Trapping was cool till the J came Then they found a couple tools and the ye, damn Then niggas change colors like a fake chain Prince of the South, hoe, you won't catch me without Dro I'm like T.I., pimping's in my genes, and ain't talking 'bout Levi's I keep the kush and like the couch fold And the toy like G.I. Joe Bet a G I. blow You pussy niggas wanna fight? I be outdoors The devil stay right, Ali eat, ya'll close Cause I'm swinging the three plus three-five O's We got chickens nigga E-I-O What you seeing off a pound nigga, we see off O's Catch me in the 'Lac with three broad, though And I ain't fucking with you niggas 'cause I see y'all hoes [Outro: CyHi The Prince, Kendrick Lamar, Yelawolf & Lil B] CyHi, let's get it (Yeah, yeah) Good mill's, ayy, ha-ha (Yeah, yes sir) XXL, baby, Freshmen, 2011