Punch - J. Dilla (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Punch] 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 pa**ing 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 [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] 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 h*mo 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 Aga**i, multitalented Rapper slash athlete, k**ing these n***as, they're screaming in agony Half of these n***as ain't half of me Half of these n***as ain't talking 'bout nothing, yakity, yakity Pushing my bu*tons 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) - x4 [Verse 3: Jay Rock] I woke up this morning, counting my cash Girls calling me now, straight throwing the a** I threw on my T, I grabbed my b**h 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 n***a, I won't stop, 'till I'm add to the throne Dog, I ride with the chrome, gotta be safe in this sh** 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 n***a, I'm more iller, call me a hospital You got the hiccups, I got this fluent as sh** n***a I spit a bar, straight ruin your sh** n***a Known as a mack, I can influence your b**h I'm the reason these n***as be handcuffin' them quick I'm the reason these b**h n***as be playa hating on us See them in the streets, these n***as don't be saying nothing But keep on talking, you ain't ready for beef Jay Rock down to bust a n***a head in the streets I can't help it, the hood flow through my blood This g**nin sh**, should be considered a drug Everybody doing it now, I see you rap n***as Wrong place, wrong time, that's how you get clapped n***a 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, sh** got me guessing sh** naw, check my ghetto report card, straight A student in every cla** up in the Gardens Money over b**hes, n***a i'm heartless Money over b**h n***as, rich is my target (target) - x4