Kendrick Lamar - I Feel It (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] It's K. Dot, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, I said Philly Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh Who say West Coast n***as don't know anything about real hip-hop? I'm 'bout to give you a prime example [Verse 1] Where my gangstas at? Where my dimes at? Where my nickels and dimes at? .45's Mac 10's and nines at? 9 times out of 10 half of y'all will die in this combat If its 12 of you, shells bubble like Alka-Seltzer You wanna die? I can help you Put the rap beef aside and [?] the content of the street sh** to the block, parental advised I'm feeling like Muhammad Ali in his prime Mike Jordan in his heyday Call me Jeff Gordon in that hard top swerving in between the lines I'm tryna see a better way, I still feel hatred Uncle Bobby's still incarcerated, Grandma died in Vegas Grandpa moved to Mississippi I really can't tell if dude missed me Probably stretched out on the floor, with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his earlobe More reason why my heart cold Prior to a lot of hatin' going, Feds raided the studio We tryna do songs, but they ain't listen They just kick down the door as if they have permission Why you had to do that for? I wish Pro Tools was on record Wish I was sitting in the booth doing the chorus or something No a**umptions, I know I'm nice I know I'm walking the path of greatness, no compa** Not Atheist, but the bars reside with Satan Chokin' the mic, releasing my frustration Rather do that before I catch court cases Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic Boxed in like a new Porsche rollin' Stones on my wrist, iceberg, Titanic frozen K. Dot's in my colon That n***a, Colon Powell Modern day war victim Oh, I'm foul, come join my coalition No snitch n***a, go join the co-defendant Feel relentless, new apprentice King of, comprehension No competition Compton's back, pump your fist like this and that No sumbliminals, I'm listenin', face the facts You're a disgrace to this rap business Just a one-man office, you need a**istance Gun tucked, walk in the club, set off sensors I am a senseless thug, with book smarts And anybody wanna go at rap legends, without theirself to question We gave you the self-motivation to be in this profession Gave you the rhyme scheme before you're English-education Exclamation, put it in quotes I say I'm better than most that say they're the ones that gave 'em swag The flow, the artist development Am I who gave you the growth? You didn't bloom by yourself, somebody had to plant the seed The sun shine, and now king me The rapper's rapper, the MC's MC Kodak moment that's been captured, cheese I said cheese