Danny Brown ☆ 14. Get Hi

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Feelin’ like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
Send ‘em to the cemetery with obituaries
Don’t be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I been thinkin’ ‘bout, all the Os in my bank account
Extra Os in my bed, ‘round the same amount
Ever since this new star fame came about
Or, even since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transitioned to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drug slang, in the drug game, with the hustling
(I know one thing)
Anything is better than that 1 Train
Bag made at Goyard, cheffing like I’m Boyar ? Dee
Probably sellin’ D and in your local courtyard
Braids like I’m O-Dog, a la familia: go hard,
Down to my in-laws, they outlaws with no law

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
We outlaw, then I bogart, any bozack, I approach that
When a toe-tag get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y’all like “DOOT! DOOT!” I hate y’all
When the beef cooked, I ate y’all, like “MMM MMM” let’s play ball
In a ball park with all sharks and a blindfold I rob cold
My K hot, your nine cold, it bark like canines, throwin’
That banana clip, straight from the rip
I’ll make that shirt stay ripped, I’m on some shit
If I’m not the hottest then Hell must’ve froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Don’t look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you supposed ta
Rocks at your posters
Drop nice like this, I metamorph like I’m supposed ta
I might slice my wrists or pretend like a vulture
And jump off this ? cliff…

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, talkin’ to my conscience
Gettin’ deeper and these flows like conches
I’m on my convict, don’t drop bars, I drop prisons
Don’t sell rocks! Seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias in the
The violence and the killings, so give in
They see my pigment, and yo that was the ign’ance
Unfortunately, I am not that type of nigglet
But pass the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o’clock with Jigga
And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout signing to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me, so I try to prevail
But when I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you’re only gon’ end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga
Wish you the best, for real

[Verse 4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fucking rapper
Fuck it, painter, skater, musician, trailer park
Dirt ditch digging, burger flipping, eat, sleep shittin’ human being
You would be in trouble to buy double a cup of me
To these others, ‘cause comparatively speaking
My reach is beyond the bubble that they put me in
My vision’s beyond the Hubble’s, I huddle with Nubians
You beginning again ? you in school at 10, late
Radioactive’s going gold
And so? Great!
Do I give a flying duck if I’m applying love to my rhyming,
Plus aligning us?
Alabama’s climbing up, wait, no I don’t give a flying duck
Nothin’ but a buckshot
“Chick ? POW!”
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain’t never been a rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show
Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different color like a hoodrat’s bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
And see guys, I’m high like Michael Jackson’s penny loafers
Moonwalkin’ on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
The bitch pussy smell like a penguin,
Wouldn’t hit that shit with my worst enemy’s penis
Bitch, when I say this I mean this: “Hoe, I’m the meanest”
Dick so big stretch from Earth to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, I’m shittin’ out monsters
Lawless, obnoxious, on that “suck my cock” shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich plot shit
Hoes on some got shit ? “Stop it! You not this!”
Not this, regardless, heartless and