Jay Rock - Drop The Vibe Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, DJ talking] (Work out for me, work out for me) (Work out for me, work out for me) [Verse One: Kendrick Lamar] Feeling like a mother f**ing animal Hannibal Lecter of 2012 Elected to execute every rapper that has excelled If music is your calling You're falling, pick up yourself If a n***a said he could see me Bet he told you in Braille, f**er Put you in front of the street then buy you some bread n***a you lunch meat, should've worked at Subway instead Goliath couldn't bare my triumph I'm a leader, walk behind me as I walk through Zion Swinging swords like I'm sparring with a Spartan Watch they face drop when the beat drop I drop a real j**el like a Martin, fool Me and curtains ballin' like peewee kirkland callin' 'em kirk franklin Stomp 'em, leave 'em hurting No judgement for a plaintiff They tried to find me guilty for spitting filthy as O.D.B But I've been O.D. since '03 That's March 14th, my first recordings I kicked it like sweet chin Music on Chuck Norris [DJ Talking] [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Look, look, look I'm J-A-Y, Rock to be exact n***as said gardens, Watts on the map Hm, story of this eastside n***a All my life in the ghetto on the peace side n***a Where across the tracks, opposites attract n***as go hard for the color of they flag Dope man money, welfare recipients Unfit mothers never heard of obedience Ho's so devious, n***as all talk Right around the corner, deja vu Same old sh**, something like re-runs Gotta stay sharp, if you slip then you bleed ? Guns in the Levis, 501s n***as don't box, they buy more guns Uh, that's how it is on these L.A. streets Don't sleep, don't sleep Look, catch me sitting in my truck Remy in this cup No tags on this b**h, but I don't give a f** I ride until the wheels fall off That's some real sh** Never let them get in your mind, never reveal sh** Let a n***a know your feelings, business and all He's the type of n***a riffing and wishing on you to fall Fake n***as try and impersonate your character That's why I got my mother's f**ing eyes on them scavengers Watch 'em! My daddy told me that every day Pray for late Charles, why he have to pa** away? Thinking about my pops, then the stress starts to kick in Roll me up a fat a** blunt and start drinking Damn! Then reality starts to set in I'm married to the streets and I ain't never had a wedding I stop selling dope because n***as started telling Sex, money, and weed: the life we start living Guns in the closet for n***as who start tripping Stay in the house when them choppers come out spitting Stay on your job Keep your eyes open on every corner The blink of an eye, and you're a goner No wronger, tell 'em about the pains of this hunger Shock 'em like thunder And the ? going bonkers Just living my life up on some cool sh** So, n***a just miss me with all that bull sh** [Outro: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, DJ talking]