6'7' Freestyle lyrics

by

Big Boi


[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Said I'm a f*ckin' monster, a massive attack, I haunt ya
I mastered the rap, then f*cked up the monitors, mastered that
After that, I went for thermometers, popped 'em all, then popped in the
Jaw of Tracy Veronica, holla back, they promised us
No pajamas, insomnia, will attack, I attack like piranha does
Hit your block like a comet- blah! And you all know what time it is
2012, mark your calendars, calisthenics and silencers
Exercisin' that trigger strap, rock with us, Metallica
Competition no talent, hmm, in the jungle, what's wild enough?
Just might stumble upon a pack of lions
No lyin', my soldiers dyin', this is Iraq, alliances
Lining with stars and bars of a prison rep, my science a-
-pplyin' pressure, her stretcher is needed, pay the proceeds
Or you live in debt, y'all soft as a giga-pet, you n*ggas can't see me
Unless you watchin' the TV or ultra huggin' my silhouette
My flow got the ceiling wet, I spit 'til I feel my breath
Who sinkin' my f*ckin' chest? She f*ckin' the f*ckin' best
Mean my di*k is the di*k of death, mean I'm killin that pus*y
Like Spike whenever that Jerry slept

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, Dre
Me and Andre the Giant, 6'7 and climbin'
Whether you storm to your climate, whether you're beat makin' or rhyming
Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman, hand full of diamonds like Jay fans
On a island with Ray Bans, glasses palmin' asses
That probably came wit' a great tan, hehe
I be the motherf*ckin' mecca of this hub city spectrum
Where they at? I will dissect them like a f*cking frog's rectum
Why you wreckin' with irreputable? My worst flow incredible
They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
Etcetera, etcetera, Bentley passin' up Celicas
They tellin' us about sh*t, HiiiPoWeR in your mouth, b*tch
And Top Dawg can vouch, b*tch, n*gga, what you 'bout?
About face with army outfits, the general's here
That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
Penitence reachin' pinnacles of life and despair
And me I solemnly swear to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I ain't never askin' Allah for it
Only difference is I be spazzin' and still a proud poet
Put me in a category, I don't know what's a sadder story
Guts and glory, your pain bore me you ain't really lived it
I take you to a block where they crippin'
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger than the torso of Pippen
b*tch, I been doin' it
Before you n*ggas ruined it, show me somethin' different
You either kissin' di*k or givin' me distance
You live in a district of dimebags and dummies, I know your statistics
Who your boss? He more like my assistant
Get lost, have a egg and a biscuit
Break fast when we aimin' them biscuits
Pay cash when your chain come up missin'
Q! Q!
[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Ah!
Double up, sh*t, what the f*ck?
Get me some my promo poppin', setbacks droppin', soon they watchin'
I just lock and load explode, target flowed, I'm somewhere blowed
Marriotts and Swisher Sweets, L.A. n*gga pro'bly east
Cheerin' for the ragin' beats, X O henny scrape the keif
Bangin C, I'm bangin', B, put them n*ggas next to me
Stop and focus, get the lead, I'm here now, let the hardest speak
Ya all them dudes got ovaries, period, run on sentence
Still I'm ventin', air conditionin', coolest breezes, ill diseases
Grip my p*nis, shoot my semen, still I'm comin', miles a runnin'
I was learnin' gettin' knowledge, head is throbbin', she's a goblin
We be mobbin' over b*tches, stick and miss and she the business
Get a witness, pus*y frenchin', just a mission
Poppin' off like on a mission, proposition, gettin' money, drop a n*gga
Rush a n*gga, stomp a n*gga, crush a n*gga, dust a n*gga
Copperhead gon' thrust a n*gga, heatin' up the winter, n*gga
Somethin' to remember, n*gga, hella sick, I got a spit
Curse with a verse like God told me kill the sh*t
Load the clip Heckler & Koch, the hoover king
Bada bing by the ding a ling, natural hoover
Fing ring with a vision clearin' it with Visine, asian from Beijing
Money make her c*m, she cream- feed the weak, that's Wing Stop
At the start with rain drops, autobot
Space shuttle sh*ttin' on your car lots- boy, stop!
Could at least got a saturn, huh? HiiiPoWer see our patent, huh?
Workin' on tracks like we never been free, 22 squezze n*ggas shootin' off C’s
Please thought a n*gga shot 16’s
Rhyme sixteens- bada bing, bing, bing, bing.... bing
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
If you want to be from HiiiPoWeR
Please come to friend zone
But don't wowwy
You will not suck on my di*k tonight
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