Tony Touch Shade 45 Freestyle Black Hippy (Ft. Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q)
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(Beat 1: DJ Premier - JJ Beat)
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Yo, Ab-Soul brother number two
What it do, Tony Touch knock beats like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to the rest of ya
You know they make it bigger then what it is in particular
(Laughs)
(Beat 2: Dr. Dre - The Watcher)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcolm
Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
I moshpit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
Yes I said talent, Kendrick ain't scared of y'all, can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
The only features I got is was this handsome face I was getting
How ironic, playing Sonic was the shit like a colonic
Now we vomit over these beats while critics pay homage
This is too street like my 23 summers in Compton
I go so deep, like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy and snapped bras
High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars not me
My sweet 16 probably need a school ID
And usually I be, the dominant victor
You know what time it is nigga
Affirmative Action, you fact or you fiction?
I’m a slain cracker from being insane
Pop a vein when I write this shit
I’m think on the shit, I'm vain and I think you’re a bitch
A female poodle under some homo's voodoo, sucking the industry's dick
We catching bodies, fades in the hotel lobby, fuck your security
And that's at the Ritz-Carlton
My impurity's probably your best asset
I spit acid, hit your block and crumble your address
Leaving them stagnant
This is torture when I tort-ya, or escort you
Out the building where ex-convicts with all sorts of
Permeant handshakes, your man can’t stick to the script with handpaint
Popping your lip then popping the clip then popping your van, wait
We keep the piece, but want the peace
Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Yo, Ab-Soul brother number two
What it do, Tony Touch knock beats like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to the rest of ya
You know they make it bigger then what it is in particular
(Laughs)
(Beat 2: Dr. Dre - The Watcher)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcolm
Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
I moshpit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
Yes I said talent, Kendrick ain't scared of y'all, can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
The only features I got is was this handsome face I was getting
How ironic, playing Sonic was the shit like a colonic
Now we vomit over these beats while critics pay homage
This is too street like my 23 summers in Compton
I go so deep, like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy and snapped bras
High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars not me
My sweet 16 probably need a school ID
And usually I be, the dominant victor
You know what time it is nigga
Affirmative Action, you fact or you fiction?
I’m a slain cracker from being insane
Pop a vein when I write this shit
I’m think on the shit, I'm vain and I think you’re a bitch
A female poodle under some homo's voodoo, sucking the industry's dick
We catching bodies, fades in the hotel lobby, fuck your security
And that's at the Ritz-Carlton
My impurity's probably your best asset
I spit acid, hit your block and crumble your address
Leaving them stagnant
This is torture when I tort-ya, or escort you
Out the building where ex-convicts with all sorts of
Permeant handshakes, your man can’t stick to the script with handpaint
Popping your lip then popping the clip then popping your van, wait
We keep the piece, but want the peace
Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up
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