RapperPooh-a-lude - Rapper Big Pooh, Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul

Fair warning, people would have never had a problem

If the naysayers or the doubters would have got him

Slumped in the corner, for sure I’m a goner

Shoot with no aim, so them niggas couldn’t spot him

Now I got a question, if I really even want it When this shit is like a trip through the city of Sodom

Gomorrah, the horror, stories are endless

Workshop, working all night, no apprentice

Funny when a nigga speak truth he a menace

Ushered in the underground, lifelong sentence

There’s where I dwell, ain’t no need to cry for me Rapper gonna eat, and I eat well

It’s been six years since I stepped out the shell

Talent on the rise to the top, I propel

Big Dho set sail, your boy gon' win

Bet niggas act crazy when they see us again

I’m really going in, I’ve been had nothing to lose

So I choose to take y’all through a spin

A journey through the mind of a sane ass artist

If you spitting blah-blah shit, you a target

If you spitting blah-blah shit, then just forfeit

What go around come around, now they all on my dick

Kendrick Lamar, I’m bout to get my mop stick

Niggas bump their gums, and their bitches be bumping my shit

I fry your optics, if you watching my style, watch it Tyrannosaurus reading thesaurus, hold rappers hostage

Catastrophic, it’s 9−11 when I’m repping

Skip college to fly first class, learn a lesson

Straight brutal, roman numerals

Number one eating Ramen noodles, rhyming crucial under the sun

Kudos to the most high, which is me

I probably make 'em plan their suicide, so usually

I ain’t never been with the shit starting, but y’all done started some shit

I’m bout to drink some ex-lax then commence

To returning the favor to all of my neighbors and comrades

Calm down, you more like Trina than Trinidad, let’s box now

Throw your dukes up Pussy probably holding Daisy Dukes and C-cups

I look inside this industry and I don’t see much

I just see lunch, and your shit that’s more bore like tourists

I’m laid back, my feet up, how cool is that?

The twenty-ten Kool G. Rap, whenever I rap

I got my arsenal strapped on my back, I’m ready for war

They tend to look for me when they fiend for Afeni Shakur

Conversing, not hibernating, under the planet core

At thirteen I cancelled PG-13 and went for gore

That’s what I pledge

It’s profound that I’m underground touching 'mainstreams' like river beds

Yeah, (Ab-Soul) they saying he a breath of fresh air (light?)

They can’t smell all this weed that I brought in here

Black & Mild smoke still linger on my clothes

So unprofessional, I shouldn’t be meeting with millionaires

Pull up a chair, I’ll school you to it

I was a student truant that never studied, just always knew it You just new to it, with no clue on how you should do it Like youth in junior high school when puberty’s blooming

And mind you, I never mined you, I ain’t digging for gold

Honestly, I just want to stick my dick in some hoes

Kick a flow, hit the 'dro with my bros

Tippy-toe in this rap game, make a lil' name

With this lil' lane I’ve been paving since I was a teen

That I never really thought that I would attain

When Big Pooh dropped 'Sleepers' I could barely get a feature

They ain’t know this regular nigga would be the future

I’ve viewed the roof from the floor, I’ve been here before

I’m finna blow a couple of times over like two tubas

And I’m a still want more with this appetite

Till the critics stop giving me mixed signals like traffic lights

You know?

The lavish life, but for now I’m the new Kunta

A slave to my rhyme book, a line of mine, your time’s up The bastard kissing your bitch with the blackish soup coolers

She’ll testify, excuse Judas when I’m crucified