Go (K. dot Freestyle) - Jay Rock

I told 'em that the truth was comin' niggas

Hey Punch, cover me I’m goin' in

I used to be sceptical about this rap shit

Now I’m a professional at this rap shit

Cause one verse can make the paralysed backflip

Don’t compare guys to me, if Jesus could rap

They’d compare God to me, I’m special like that

I move like a freight train over these tracks

Run through you like wet doodle, that’s what I’m doin'

Shittin' on niggas, perform bowel movements

Who you, you ain’t up to par keeler

Nah keeler, you’re word patterings is kinda off keeler

You ain’t sick enough, you just a cough keeler

I bring pneumonia to California

Say hello to Mr. West now

Who’s the best on the west now?

K.Dot, Jay Rock hands down

Anybody that feel different

You die first class on a cemetery visit, keeler

Keep it runnin' Punch

I told niggas the truth is comin' man

Hey Top put a couple houses on your boy man

I got your shit right here

I’m so far ahead of my time

I’m 'bout to start my third life

Shit I feel like I’ve died already twice

Then reincarnated and become your unborn grandchild’s favourite

I got three brains to play with

I’m so far ahead of my time

I gotta say this shit again

But this time I came back

Double time, rebirth as a twin

Feet first I’m a mother smooth

Like deja vu, times two, now

You could probably dodge a bullet

But see we put your body parts in shopping carts

Till them bums push it

You on the edge nigga don’t push it

'Fore the fifth turn you head crooked

I sit your monkey ass down

And best believe, it won’t be on no damn cushion

A casket full of thorn bushes

Move the shit while the fiends look

Call the cops, shush

trying to cock me

You fight the case better off the street

Daddy glove boxin, left hook the judge

Cap the jury up

You walkin' out with a Jefferson strapped

Like, if I come back, so what

It’s a fact I rap like every second I gotta throw up

Ouch, spit shit like dookie mouth

Pull out the drop, six whenever your bitch out

We put her on the ave, like cabs and bus route

We put you on the couch, ice cream with your face pout

Watchin' Oprah, wonderin' if she ever come back over

Nah homie she at the crib, makin' her feet touch her shoulders

I’m in her ribs like, hey what’s up

She in my closet talkin' bout how much these cost

Don’t worry 'bout it, just make sure you tell your girls about it

You know Kelly, Kim, Sherry and Shirley 'bout it

Mama, you can see you fucking with a boss

Look at my kicks, you could see how much these cost

Look at my teeth, yeah ma, gold no floss, yeah

We still doin' it baby

Top Dawg we keep doin' it baby

I’m a boss nigga

This shit is fuckin' fond of me, Punch man

I tell motherfuckers the truth is comin' man

It’s so fuckin' real man

Oh man

It’s like a routine

When I step on the scene

Pack a full of lean