Cel/Demi [Nas Is Like (Freestyle)] lyrics

[Intro: Celis & DemiGod]
Let me do that one more time
Aight, go head, go head, go head Yeah
Demi, Uh-huh
Ayo Celis what up n*gga? What up?
Told you I was gone make the tape, I know it, I know it (yeah)
Uhh, Yo, Hold hold hold hold, it's coming, it's coming
Uhh, Aight, go now, go now, Yeah

[Verse 1: DemiGod]
Smoking weed up in my manager's office the smell lingers
But I be still toking and lighting roaches until it burn my fingers
I got some weed in the jar but I be all about that conservation
Mind over matter divine concentration
It make my verses sound like conversations
Subconsciously my conscious translating to a spoken language
English broken ain't it, well еxcuse my f*cking French
But we somе n*ggas in Paris and that don't make no f*cking sense
When my n*ggas in the hood and can't pay they f*cking rent
Come through the homeless shelter and visit them in a Bent
You can wipe my windows down but don't leave no prints
And when that money get passed out, you assed out
Prince, no Clark Kents
n*gga I'm clean you just rinse
Catch these young n*ggas swinging for the fence
Now the boy Barry Bonds the type of sh*t that I'm on, hold up
[Interlude: Celis]
Ohh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hold hold hold hold
Let me, let me jump on it, let me jump on it
Uhh, yeah
That sh*t was ill son
Hold on I got, I gotta wait for the beat to drop
Aight, check it

[Verse 2: Celis]
Reminiscing as I listen to lyrical compositions
By these real rap musicians but they done went in remission
They missing, the game in a state of decomposition
Omission of variety now it's just repetition
So now I'm in a position to carry tradition
Uplift the current condition, make it hot like a kitchen
Use my renditions as an audition to get recognition
Wishing ambition I envision will come into fruition
They got me itching, most of these rappers they give me allergies
f*ck 'em all is just a n*ggas mentality
It's a tragedy, the game is changing dramatically
No more originality becoming a casualty
To dumb rappers, lacking the mental capacity
To spit a rhyme about anything other than salary
Emphatically claiming reality when it's a fallacy
In actuality there exaggerated analogies
I'm tired of fairy tales fables and allegories
These big imaginations with extravagant stories
Cause none of them are real their perception is skewed
I swear most of these rappers out remind me of fast food
Mass quantities, low value, they lack substance
All that, bullsh*t is in abundance
All these lames all sounding the same
It's just a God Damn shame what they do to the game, damn!
[Outro: Celis]
Yeah, real n*ggas man
Celis and Demi, all day
Hmph, 2012
Uhh