"Kdot Freestyle" lyrics
It's K-Dot
Ugh, Ch'yeah, Ugh, Ch'yeah
I said Philly
Ugh, Ch'yeah, Ugh, Ch'yeah, Ugh
Who say West Coast Niggas don't know about real hip-hop?
I'm 'bout to give you a prime example
Where my gangsters at?
Where my dimes at?
Where my nickels and dimes at?
.45s, MAC-10s, and nines at?
Nine times out of ten, eleven of y'all'll die in this combat
If it's twelve of you, shells bubble like Alka Seltzer
You wanna die? I can help you
Put the rap beef beside
And sub the content on the street shit 'til the block parental advised
I'm feelin' like Mohammad Ali in his prime
Mike Jordan in his heyday
Call me Jeff Gordon in that hardtop, swervin' in-between the lines
I'm tryin' to see a better way, I still feel hatred
Uncle Bobby still incarcerated
Grandma died in Vegas, grandpa moved to Mississippi
I really can't tell if dude miss me
Probably stretched out on the floor with a empty bottle of whiskey next to his earlobe
One reason why my heart cold
Prior to a lot of hatin' going on
The feds raided the studios, we tryin' to do songs, but they ain't listen
They just kicked down the door as if they had permission
Why you have to do that for?
I wish ProTools was on record
Wish I was in the booth doin' the chorus or somethin'
No assumptions, I know I'm nice
I know I'm walkin' the path of greatness, no compass
Not atheist, but the bars reside with Satan
Chokin' the mic, releasing my frustrations
Rather do that before I catch court cases
Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic
Boxed in, like the new Porsche rolling
Stones on my wrist iceberg, Titanic frozen
K-Dot semicolon "that nigga"
Colin Powell, modern-day war victim
Oh, I'm foul, come join my coalition
No, nigga, go join the codefendant
Feel relentless, new apprentice
King of comprehension, no competition
Compton's back, pump your fists like this and that
No subliminals, 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 everybody wanna go at rap legends without they self to question
Who 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 better than the ones
That gave them the swag, the flow, the artist development
And modeled who gave you the growth
You didn't bloom by yourself, somebody had to plant the seed
The sun shined, and out came me: The Rapper's Rapper, the Emcee MC
Kodak moment has been captured
"Cheese!"
I said, "cheese"
There I go again
I said, "I feel it again"
Ugh, yeah
Ugh, yeah
Ugh, yeah
Ugh, Heh heh
Ugh, Ch'yeah, Ugh, Ch'yeah
I said Philly
Ugh, Ch'yeah, Ugh, Ch'yeah, Ugh
Who say West Coast Niggas don't know about real hip-hop?
I'm 'bout to give you a prime example
Where my gangsters at?
Where my dimes at?
Where my nickels and dimes at?
.45s, MAC-10s, and nines at?
Nine times out of ten, eleven of y'all'll die in this combat
If it's twelve of you, shells bubble like Alka Seltzer
You wanna die? I can help you
Put the rap beef beside
And sub the content on the street shit 'til the block parental advised
I'm feelin' like Mohammad Ali in his prime
Mike Jordan in his heyday
Call me Jeff Gordon in that hardtop, swervin' in-between the lines
I'm tryin' to see a better way, I still feel hatred
Uncle Bobby still incarcerated
Grandma died in Vegas, grandpa moved to Mississippi
I really can't tell if dude miss me
Probably stretched out on the floor with a empty bottle of whiskey next to his earlobe
One reason why my heart cold
Prior to a lot of hatin' going on
The feds raided the studios, we tryin' to do songs, but they ain't listen
They just kicked down the door as if they had permission
Why you have to do that for?
I wish ProTools was on record
Wish I was in the booth doin' the chorus or somethin'
No assumptions, I know I'm nice
I know I'm walkin' the path of greatness, no compass
Not atheist, but the bars reside with Satan
Chokin' the mic, releasing my frustrations
Rather do that before I catch court cases
Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic
Boxed in, like the new Porsche rolling
Stones on my wrist iceberg, Titanic frozen
K-Dot semicolon "that nigga"
Colin Powell, modern-day war victim
Oh, I'm foul, come join my coalition
No, nigga, go join the codefendant
Feel relentless, new apprentice
King of comprehension, no competition
Compton's back, pump your fists like this and that
No subliminals, 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 everybody wanna go at rap legends without they self to question
Who 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 better than the ones
That gave them the swag, the flow, the artist development
And modeled who gave you the growth
You didn't bloom by yourself, somebody had to plant the seed
The sun shined, and out came me: The Rapper's Rapper, the Emcee MC
Kodak moment has been captured
"Cheese!"
I said, "cheese"
There I go again
I said, "I feel it again"
Ugh, yeah
Ugh, yeah
Ugh, yeah
Ugh, Heh heh
