n*ggas Mad Cause I Can Rap lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Okay, n*ggas mad that I can rap
Just imagine if I stayed in the trap
Cooking up chickens like Colonel Sanders up in the kitchen
I spit it like I'm reminiscing
That could make it a premonition, listen
I was just a lad on my project steps
Now that I'm thinking back, the projects was the best
But n*ggas mad that I can rap
They even turn they heads when they giving me dap
Because they b*tches heads always fall in my lap
I just jump and I swim and I run me a lap
I wish Q-Tip woulda gave me this track
I would've bodied it, like the Aftermath or shotty kicks
Superb with my nouns and vеrbs
I can splurge a rhyme or take a rappеr's critical lifeline
On my life, I'm not lying
They bite mines, I'm a python, squeezing the game
Big guns like SOCOM, I got aim
Troopers, bazookas, could shoot down planes
But that's another note
Let me bless you with another quote
How I remain unseen, grab you a telescope
I'm hella dope like like 36 O's of coke
Roundtable, mixing Hennesy with the coke
This gonna be a cold winter, better buy a coat
Top Dawg, money gang, n*gga, we a cult
I ain't got a bank account, dawg, I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that
Give me my check and respect, I demand all that
Before I pop, pop, blam, all that
And my gun don't jam like that, bumbaclot
Get your mama shot, me fear none
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Where the rum, Jay Rock? Go head and flex
I be at them n*ggas necks like a racist cop
Just better hope they stay afloat like a boat at the dock
Somebody call me a doc, I'm bout to lose it
Ironically, I'm smart as Alva, but my flow stupid
So stupid that I closed my eyes, wrote a rhyme
By my fourteenth bar, I visioned The Three Stooges
Expression of the sh*t I write is like "Who pooed it?"
I sh*t on a rapper then make they wifey call me Brutus
However we can do this
Flow sharper than a machete
And I can stab you in the back like I'm Judas
You rap like your raps is the hottest or the coolest
I rap like I'm wrapped in the hands of a god
Throw a fire bar then I scream out "Hadouken!"
I'm Ryu when I ride through, how you?
Pyrus and the Crips say "How you?"
Because I turn a session into a typhoon
And boogie boards couldn't last one second, two
But n*ggas mad that I can rap
My arsenal make it look all bad for Iraq
And you can admire me in the lab for a rack
I need a variety, b*tches of cosmetology that could jump on the head
But you can keep all the rats
Just model b*tches with ass that sit on top of they backs
I'm on top and I'm back for the first time like a new born spinal cord
That's a line, press record
[Outro: Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q & (Kendrick Lamar)]
What's goin' on?
Why do you refuse to?
Feel me, feel me, (feel me)
Lord, I need you to
Feel me, feel me, (feel me)