Statik Selektah - Showoff Radio Freestyle lyrics

[Beat: "Devil in a New Dress" by Kanye West, produced by Bink!] [Verse 1: Da$h] Sinisters giving Manson literature to children Thoughts of a youthful villain Windows from floor to ceiling Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication Only paying my patience ‘cause I'm knowing hell is waiting Still a sh** talking Blunt sparking, Henny bottle to the face type n***a Take your momma on a date type n***a Half a pint, I mean an eight my n***a Straight Act' b**h, I'm too throwed to react sh** The Black Jack measuring, Xannies and the sess green Load up like a motherf**ing chess team You know him, it's Dolla ho b**hes blowing yada off the Ivory Coast Having dinner on a lobster boat I spit the sh** to give Barack a poke Give the cop a choke Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke n***a, like the dope, like the dope n***a, like the yo yo Like the dope, no hope for the weak Four O's in the cream whip, four hoes in the Jeep Two cups ‘cause it's only for me You know, came up off of too many Narcos in ponchos sh** Dolla Darko, Backwood full of all gold Opiates flowing to hope my heart go Still jumping n***as after rap shows Still rob a n***a if the cash low Same n***a sleeping back in cla** yo Miseducation getting bad doe The government is like the f**in Muppets Obama just another f**in puppet You know it and you motherf**ers love it, what Ain't sh** changed unless you do it my n***a [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I feel like I'm finished soul searching I feel like I know my soul purpose I appreciate your purpose From what I got from that I know what I'm doing is worth it And aside from that I know That I can give it all back with interest To show my sentiments that they be interested in Soul Glow like Afro sheen, I always been a natural Disasters happen everyday I wakeup, a**hole Take us for what we make up, that's cold As a chain from Jacob Ain't no limitation to my style I go to hell with a barrel of Arrowhead and put the fire out I'm off a high amount of reefer, a bean of three, a four of lean Exposing the holes and the hoaxes effecting us globally in a flow nobly To most it is so serene, I told Nicole at Rap Genius I'm just sowin' seeds It's just a little inception to get your thoughts processing on the way to the club I figured it out, I'm Lupe Fiasco on d** No religious preference, just bundles of love I must admit, I kinda like a chick that call herself a “bad b**h” She took the power out of the word and made it fit Like we did with n***a, my n***a that's real sh** That's innovation and I'm so sorry if that's degrading It's the great [?] the subject to the real truth They say the West Coast is back, that's real cute But where was you when me and Rock, Dot, and Q was in the stu' Beating the mic up black and blue, watching the sky turn black and blue Wishing one day you get a clue that was like '06 b**h And my whole squad sick, you got the flu Like flying in past tense, meaning I'm past this, past you (Solo n***a)