J. Dilla [Freestyle]

I'm still lost in my own
Zone in the living room like I'm dead to the
World playing Donny Hathaway
Patron shots I consume taking the pain away
Each sip bring me closer to my doom
Sun shining bright through the
Crack in the blind
Thinking to myself this morning
What happened to time
It's passing away, the world decides
It ain't what it used to be
Everything I love don't mean what
It used to mean for example spitting a 16
No thrills
Feeling numb like i'm of Thorazine
It used to be nicotine
I was addicted to this rap thing
Now I'm just trying to trap cream
Enough drowning in my sorrow
Never put off tomorrow
What you can do today, that's my new motto
With that said, I roll out the bed
Hit the showers, it's time to get this bread
Now make dollars

I woke up in the morning, washed my body
Put some clothes on it after that
Put on my heat like Alonzo Mourning
Cause everybody got a gun
It's like they're copy cats
So me without one is like I'm dated
I'd be out of style like Adidas and fat laces
Starter Jackets and dookie ropes or whatever
The late 80's had favored
I'm one of the best of my Homo Sapiens
One of the best of God's creations
He shows favoritism everytime you hear
The record on radio stations
I know you mad, you ain't gotta say much
I can feel you hating
Serving mc's like waitress, andre Agassi
Multitalented
Rapper slash athlete, killing these niggas
They're screaming in agony
Half of these niggas ain't half of me
Half of these niggas ain't
Talking 'bout nothing, yakity, yakity
Pushing my buttons like plaid shirts
Clapping them rapidly
Actually, Kurt, Co-Bain
Ten years in my career, pray to God that
I don't blow up my brains Lord, i'm here
Great Depression, I don't know much, all
I know is studio sessions
And how to get my bars up
They call me Subway sandwich the way
I give them cold cuts
Cut from a different cloth
And these Yves Saint Laurent jeans
They cost so much usher
Either way i'm caught up in materialistic
Anything that's custom
Best believe I'mma get it
Getting tired of it and get rid of it
Don't step on the Compton premises without
Your weap-on on your hip
The home of the stray bullet
That murder the innocent
No matter the crime rate
I still remain content
Moving at my own pace
Cause if it don't make dollars
Then it really don't make sense
And if you can't comprehend
I holler like a rottweiler
Behind a backyard fence (Holla)
(Holla, Holla)
(Holla)

I woke up this morning, counting my cash
Girls calling me now
Straight throwing the ass
I threw on my T, I grabbed my bitch
Laced up my chucks, rock sharp as a piece
They used to call me a creature
But now I'm a beast
With my voice on the beat
I'm the voice of the streets
From my head to the feet, I'm bad to the bone
Nigga, I won't stop
'till I'm add to the throne
Dog, I ride with the chrome
Gotta be safe in this shit
Call me Pharrell, boy, I keep me them Clipse
I don't ride on no skateboard
I roll with some grinders
Trapped in the hood, far from Giligans Island
I was a drug dealer
But now I'm a wild spitter
Nigga, I'm more iller, call me a hospital
You got the hiccups
I got this fluent as shit nigga
I spit a bar, straight ruin your shit nigga
Known as a mack, I can influence your bitch
I'm the reason these niggas
Be handcuffin' them quick
I'm the reason these bitch niggas
Be playa hating on us
See them in the streets
These niggas don't be saying nothing
But keep on talking, you ain't ready for beef
Jay Rock down to bust a
Nigga head in the streets i can't help it
The hood flow through my blood
This gangbangin shit
Should be considered a drug
Everybody doing it now, I see you rap niggas
Wrong place, wrong time
That's how you get clapped nigga
Raised in the projects, money my object
They standing in my way
Like a frog I dissect them
You'll get shot walking through my section
Now you a verse all in my session
They say life is a school
Everyday is a lesson, well I get kicked out
Shit got me guessing
Shit naw, check my ghetto report card
Straight A student in every class
Up in the Gardens
Money over bitches, nigga i'm heartless
Money over bitch niggas, rich is my target
(target, target)
(target, target)