[Intro: K-Dot]

It’s K-Dot

Ugh, Ch’yeah, Ugh, Ch’yeah

I said Philly

Ugh, Ch’yeah, Ugh, Ch’yeah, Ugh

Who say West Coast Niggas don’t know about real hip-hop?

I’m ‘bout to give you a prime example

[Verse: K-Dot]

Where my gangsters at?

Where my dimes at?

Where my nickels and dimes at?

.45s, MAC-10s, and nines at?

Nine times out of ten, eleven of y’all’ll die in this combat

If it’s twelve of you, shells bubble like Alka Seltzer

You wanna die? I can help you

Put the rap beef beside

And sub the content on the street shit ‘til the block parental advised

I’m feelin’ like Mohammad Ali in his prime

Mike Jordan in his heyday

Call me Jeff Gordon in that hardtop, swervin’ in-between the lines

I’m tryin’ to see a better way, I still feel hatred

Uncle Bobby still incarcerated

Grandma died in Vegas, grandpa moved to Mississippi

I really can’t tell if dude miss me

Probably stretched out on the floor with a empty bottle of whiskey next to his earlobe

One reason why my heart cold

Prior to a lot of hatin’ going on

The feds raided the studios, we tryin’ to do songs, but they ain’t listen

They just kicked down the door as if they had permission

Why you have to do that for?

I wish ProTools was on record

Wish I was in the booth doin’ the chorus or somethin’

No assumptions, I know I’m nice

I know I’m walkin’ the path of greatness, no compass

Not atheist, but the bars reside with Satan

Chokin’ the mic, releasing my frustrations

Rather do that before I catch court cases

Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic

Boxed in, like the new Porsche rolling

Stones on my wrist iceberg, Titanic frozen

K-Dot semicolon “that nigga”

Colin Powell, modern-day war victim

Oh, I’m foul, come join my coalition

No, nigga, go join the codefendant

Feel relentless, new apprentice

King of comprehension, no competition

Compton’s back, pump your fists like this and that

No subliminals, I’m listenin’

Face the facts, you’re a disgrace to this rap business

Just a one-man office, you need assistance

Gun tucked, walk in the club, set off sensors

I am a senseless thug with book smarts

And everybody wanna go at rap legends without they self to question

Who gave you the self-motivation to be in this profession

Gave you the rhyme scheme before your English education

Exclamation, put it in quotes

I say I’m better than most that say they better than the ones

That gave them the swag, the flow, the artist development

And modeled who gave you the growth

You didn’t bloom by yourself, somebody had to plant the seed

The sun shined, and out came me: The Rapper’s Rapper, the Emcee MC

Kodak moment has been captured

“Cheese!”

[Outro: K-Dot]

I said, “cheese”

There I go again

I said, “I feel it again”

Ugh, yeah

Ugh, yeah

Ugh, yeah

Ugh, Heh heh