Real 92.3 Freestyle

You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros, need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton? Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too pessimistic
To know I'm gifted chasin' hood rat brownie
Points and bullshittin'
I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin'
Hopped a four on 'em
Grab my dick and pour on 'em yeah, homie
I'm still talkin' that whoop-de-whoop
Hoppin' out on my enemies
I know who to shoot
Back when my homies where I need to be
Such a familiar sceneries
I smell the gun smoke
I watched a homie watch his son smoke
I seen the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc
One slip and one played him close
Everythin' subject to change
Nowadays, the Compton Crip car
Kill each other
Faster than an opposite color
Homies whack out everythin', you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
They said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the moment his phone ring
That fast dollar was his only problem
No matter how many times I
Showed him the Eiffel Tower
The block was home and Africa
Was too far for power then I knew

And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop

This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonyms, fall back
Been in it before Internet had new hacks
My innocence limited, the experience lacked
Ten of us with no
Tentative tactic that cracked
The mind of a literate writer
But I did in fact
You admitted it once I submitted
It wrapped in plastic remember scribblin'
Scratchin' diligent sentences backwards
Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your reaction
Now I can visit a stadium
Pack it the fastest
Gamblin' Benjamin benefit's
Sittin' in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels
Linen fabric on fashion
Winnin' in every decision
Kendrick is master and mastered it
Isn't it lovely how menace
Has turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction
Runnin' pure magic thank God for rap
I will say it got me a plaque
But what's better than that?
I know everything
I know everything, I know myself
I know morality, spirituality
Good and bad health
I know fatality might haunt you
I know everything, I know Compton
I know street shit, I
Know shit that's conscious
I know everything
I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
I know wisdom, I know bad religion
I know good karma
I know everything, I know history
I know the universe works mentally
I know the perks of bullshit
That isn't meant for me
I know everything, I know cars, clothes
Hoes and money
I know loyalty, I know respect
I know those that's hungry
I know everything
The highs to lows to groupies and junkies
I know if I'm generous at heart
I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well
That's God's decision you know
They know that from Compton School District
I give it to the kids
Don’t gossip ‘bout how it was distributed
I, I, I know how people work
I know the price of life
I know how much it’s worth
I know what I know and I know it well
Not to ever forget until I
Realized I didn’t know shit
Big Boy, what’s up?

And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop

I don’t give a butt about no politics in rap
My little homie Stunna Deuce
Ain’t never comin' back
So I got to go hard every time I jump on wax
Bump what they talking ‘bout
This here is where it’s at
Look, I came in this game
I stuck my fangs in this game
I wore no chain in this game, my hood
My name in this game now I double up
Time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
I’m stickin' to the scripts like, "yeah
'em Benjamins can cuddle up"
I skip, hop, I drip-drop
I flip-flop with them white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this
That’s what the chronic smell like
When them chemicals mix fifty-homie salute
I’m out to Compton Zoo with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers
Mexicans that eff with me
Nobody can eff with me
Tell y'all to eff with me
Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh
Just got my dick sucked
The little homies called
They said, "The enemies done cliqued up"
Oh yeah? Puto want to
Squabble with mi barrio?
Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can
Run it for the cardio
Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin'
It's scandalous
Slow motion for the ambulance
The project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin'
Football numbers slanderin'
Homie’s name on paper
You snitched all summer
The streets don’t fail me now
They want to put the game in town
From Compton to Congress
It’s set trippin’ all around
Ain’t nothin' new but a flow
Of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
Red state versus a blue state
Which one you governin’?
They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
Tell me they profit to fuck with you
Nobody can fuck with you, Obama said
"What it do?"

Can I get one more?

Everybody want to talk about who
This and who that
Who the realest and who wack
Who white or who black
Critics want to mention that they miss
When hip hop was rappin’
Motherfuck if they did
Then a nigga'd be platinum
Y’all priorities are fucked up
Put energy in wrong shit
Hennessy and Crown Vic
My memory been gone since
Don’t ask about no politician at award shows
No, don’t ask about my, hoes, no
Don’t ask about my foes
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah
I got a lot of it
I’m the only nigga next to Snoop
That can push the button
Had the Coast on standby "K dot
What up? I heard they
Opened up Pandora’s box"
I box ‘em all in, buyin' land stock