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Uh... Wassup... Show these niggas how the west was won... Yeah... if you dont know my name by now Just call me any rapper, could get it Any month, any week, any day, any minute Im knocking ballers off of their pivot in this scrimmage They painting pictures with no description Like a witness, who took an oath of no snitching Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur, I be diminished By the metaphor, in the following sentence I told you I does it a dozen times, you must of thought I was lyin Yeah Im nice but Im not too kind So dope I can say the same line two times So dope I can say the same line two times I dont care about your age, your creed, or color The squares in your circle or the angles you covered If you in front of your girl, your cousin or mother I spread your ass out in the street like butter You got your toast, well Im on a quip with a quote So a bullet leaving your chambers like a word that I spoke Soul brother number dos, Im a breathe in hundreds smoke Driven down central by a nigga in some Locs Never going back to Cali cause the nigga never leave Even when Im out the state, you see me, you see L.A And aint nobody fucking with me, like a virgin with Klamydia Recognize, Top Dawg Familia Yeah... its so amazing guru Jazzmatazz, the sound thinking of yoo-hoo Scrap, Im going all in, its the top dog With them Top Dawgs, nigga Im not your Average rhyme, put together, the architects Build raps, sell em his starter kits, the beast boy Fat boy get confused with monster Bury niggas like Contra, Im your savior Dont call that man upstairs, cause if them stares Compare to me, look you shook like Mobb and them Been say, dark as Sinkay Be hell to fate, Ive been great, ya dig? How could he, rap was such a force When Ive been doing this since car hard jackers that figured four rock More problem, gangster, goblin Still in this tower with no robin, get that? Stacks in my jeans, yeah they know the deal snoopy Lovin big bitches but they dont fit in my two seat Turnt the heater and bang, like my niggas from the hunters Shout out Bubble, what up Getta Sticking to my plans, rap for my fans Hootchie, lent that groupie that dick, get a Trans With no album, no show, got em golo Been about the turf since Merf was on the ocho Thugging like amone, word to the chrome Lights excite bike, Im rushing to the throne Spitta, fat nigga jerking like he skinny New era Henny and a new pair of pennies Im off my rocker, niggas do me nada Proud but still in my pradas, ya bitch Bad Lucc see me now, yeah thats whats up We the West, its whats up, ya dig? Aiming out the cannon of bazookas 100 ways to fuck you, over, no Karma Sutra West coast till my death bed, cutting up Somebody fucking with Mr. Edward Scissorhands Ive been the man before youve been the man And Ive been the mans equilibrium until its worrisome Aiming for his gut like Caesarians Throw me in aquariums, I bet Ill grab a shark Snatch out his heart, freeze it then preserve it in a jar Im all these niggas bumping like stickers at the end of a car Aka K Dot commit a sin, press record I kill em every time, this aint a free verse This a crime, you rehearse, or duck the bomb Big ass W, and I throw it up like powder in the hands of Lebron, nigga what? Compton on my raider cap, oh wait, no wait But we want our spot back, then go nuts Somebody hand me their jockstrap, I ball everywhere Pure beast, a bear couldnt even bear Royal flush, like the feds rolling up And I fuck with Bad Lucc but never broke a mirror Yeah, its like that for you other coasts Im right back in the 87 regal, and the people watch My wheels peel, like its Motrin Im a headache for petes sake, you cheapskates Can never out do me, or better yet do us Waters run deep, and you fucking around with scuba Divers with riders sticking their hand inside the cooler I live in a iceberg, you telling me you cooler? Im living my dreams and I can kill Freddy Kruger Bout to run the game in some ran down Pumas And my name Mr. K Almighty, try to low ball But she speaks only highly, try me, Q Lets see how many do it Put your hands up now, lets see how many truant Lying to the people, know you want for your doings Good with this rap talk, Im kinda speaking fluent Influenced by cocaine, gats, and my dickies Life in the 50s, swisher sweet wrapped in a sticky Malt liquor stuffed up in paper bags, got me sparked up First nigga act up, he getting choked up Locced up, only seeing .45 from the jeans You see a nigga work from the spleen, you naw mean? I be the truth, if Im not, you be holding your tooth Blessed or not I might bring hell in the booth Hallelujah Lord Jesus, wish Pac was here to see this All these niggas sucking penis, straight fag, take a dick Up in they ass for cash, why most in their chains for jags You heard about them L.A. niggas Catch ya ass, strip you out of your Pelham nigga While Im doing it, screaming out L.A. nigga! Stay with your mouth, something like the L.A. sinner T.D. enter-, you dont even get this sinner Dumb muthafuckas, cause a ruckus, yall suckas Boss nigga, Schoolboy got a problem to solve Top Dawg, yall under the paw The new shit like swine flu, covered in sores Told ya.. Holding up a W, nigga you aint loving us? We aint loving you, fuck what youre going through Rock got a point to prove, this aint your average 16 This a death blow, you running outta petro- Dont have enough gas, to last with this metro Dont have enough cash to blast with this Rambo .45 tucked in my boxers, yeah we slang iron Fuck around and box ya, Y city shots-a Welcome to the land of the choppers Nickerson gardens you better watch us Ready for the drive-by, on the roof snipe out ya driver Run around straight to the car, leave no survivors Thats how we get down, you dont wanna sit down Better take cover when you see us in your tizzown West Coast takeover, give the game a makeover The end is near, you fake rappers, your days over Red fitted when I step in the place White t, black jeans, boo yah on my waist Yeah.. its the rock, HOVA, get it right dawg Fuck a rap battle, fuck around and get your life lost Lay the clip off, bust until the hammer break Knock your head off, when I aim it at your face Thats that gutter rap, show you where the gutter at When its beef time we gon bring it where your mother at

Let em die, dead—Black Hippy Pfffft—and we dont give a fuck Hell, nah, nigga This conglomerate so cool, Rock, we could freeze L.A., nigga Black Hippy Kendrick Lamar I tell em like this: Ring the alarm or wake to a bomb You aint a rapper, you Elton John, holdin your john I got a ton of croutons in the Louis Vuitton Thats big bread the chickens are flying flocks when I call em Paul and Masson, half drunk, stuck in a poem Light matches underwater while Im bracing the storm Im cool and Im calm, laid back, smoking a farm Socking the shit out of niggas till Im breaking my arm Up in my zone, two blunts, cup of patron .45 on me, shoot you if you fuck with me wrong No homo—pause—thats your life and its gone Flat line you, dont put your life in the song I never drove a fast car—I almost ran over Tracy Chapman, she said, Drive slow, I said, Fuck off Ab-Soul—whasup, yall? Other than your sub-par Above all? Im a heaven gate—above all Fuckin great, and every time we in the stu? We cook that, chop that—whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie—this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Ow, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we— Cook that, chop that—whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie—this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch The Black Hippies, the bag full, the bag empty Spunt it all at the car lot, then crash quickly Im tryna come with enough power to pass 50 Im talking 50-bill, you niggas dont fit the bill You niggas dont keep it real, you fake as Pamelas titties I pound kitties, then hit the club with dogs with me Tan Polos, no socks, chop Dickies Tan coupe, no top, bumping Biggie Blowing sticky, before the group, been a hippy Nifty fifty, all blue—real Crippy Big money, long stocks—ask Pippy Mask on, one sock—I gets busy I smoke blacks, relax, and watch Walt Disney Puff squares, pace in circles until Im dizzy Speakin of Disney—fantasies, I had many I used to hate on Mickey Mouse cause he had Minnie Anyway—every time we in the stu? We cook that, chop that—whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie—this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Ow, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we— Cook that, chop that—whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie—this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch Ahhhhhhh! Napped through my final, made enough, richer than Lionel Fuckin bitches on my job—cummin harder than rhino Break through the spinal, laid back, bumpin my vinyl Navigation on the scopes, easy to find em Find you and Im right behind you—laid back, puffin a blunt Gat on my lap, constantly talkin shit, Imma dump Your homies acting charged up, they can still get jumped Take ya chain, ash the kush for all you punks However you want, whenever you want, you all can get it Contagious, its mad syphilis, blazing this God-giftedness Die over death sentences, flow hot—plus the beat knock Like J-witnesses, tell em I killed the witnesses Gifted as twenty Christmases, itchin to blow Like twenty bitches with mouths that need a dick in it—wow I ran rap for half a mile then got tired Laid down and realized that I was lying You fuckin crazy! Ha—and every time we in the stu? We cook that, chop that—whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie—this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Ow, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we— Cook that, chop that—whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie—this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch

Pimp-pimp hooray Pimp-pimp hooray Hooray Pimp-pimp hooray Pimp-pimp Classic Timeless rules forever By the time I start writing when I was thirteen I knew from the jump I wanted something that was original that was classic I freestyle over anything give me a instrumental I bet I make bells ring I bet I make birds sing It sounds that good Im so street and Im so hood And Im intelligent and Im special and Im heaven sent Haha When you think about rhymes and style you always want a classic feel so my first introduction to a classic shoe was the moment I stepped in school and said, I want to put something down on paper. I started writing. Everyone in the classroom was wearing Reebok classics Hip-hop was more than just the music. It was part of culture. It was part of havin style it was part of a whole graffiti and arts Hot off the press Hot off success Look how I dress free, me Reebok complete

Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic Now we puffing the kush and Im like For giving the West Coast CPR Now here we are, we like to We can never pay you back All the shit you did for hip hop and gangsta rap For that Without further adieu Diggy Doc, this one is for you I remember growing up Just a Dogg Pound pup bumping G Thang Its that gin and juice in my cup And all I knew was N.W.A Eazy, Yella and Ren, Ice Cube and Dre Big Snoop, Warren G, Nate Dogg and raised Kurupt and RBX, the original gang Bad ass super fly, I can go on for days D.P.G.C., thats the way I was raised And motherfucking 2Pac was my shit Especially when he was rocking on the Doc shit Killa Cali where it all started Legacy, me, Im just happy to be a part of it This west shit Its history in the making, this is the next step Californias best kept, yep Its your own Scoe, Im a Y.A gangsta rider On behalf of the South Central L.A, we wanna Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic Now we puffing the kush and Im like For giving the West Coast CPR Now here we are, we like to We can never pay you back All the shit you did for hip hop and gangsta rap For that Without further adieu Diggy Doc, this one is for you I remember when it all started On Alondra, in that small apartment Burgundy carpet and SEGA cartridges Pop a flick and blunt ashes all on the garments Momma of off wine cooler, Magic Johnson played Jordan I was only four, but its like I heard it before A house party cracking off of the music the Dr. recorded And according to my awareness I was more than coherent A cold listener, mocking that shit like a parrot My cousins kicking up dust Cripping They flag, wear it round their hand like a mitton Aiming, use it for leverage Shitting on Compton sheriffs like Fuck the Police Woofers and gold Rollies Every swap meet should know me Cause I copped every record that dropped Dropped a dub just to hear Doc drop A jewel for the sake of hip-hop Who ever have thought the moment I seen you on Bullis for Cali love Fifteen years later youd be saving my life, what Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic Now we puffing the kush and Im like For giving the West Coast CPR Now here we are, we like to We can never pay you back All the shit you did for hip hop and gangsta rap For that Without further adieu Diggy Doc, this one is for you

Ayy, Hit, how we gon lose with shit like this, my nigga? Im guilty World-famous, look Prayin I dont crash while Im flyin down the coast Trauma from the past, that shit livin inside my soul Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast Would they love me if it fell apart? Shit, who knows Sendin out a toast to my dawgs, stay ten toes Call from GTL, damn, you know how shit go Brodie told me, Zero in with the beam and the scope Went down for a mop, he aint even clean the floor Showin love to my closest, gotta appreciate the moment I dont do this for promotion, I just keep this shit in motion Thats my slogan, way before the quarantine and shit My nigga, I was postеd, dirty strap, reported stolen Raw, uncut, no еdited Out the trunk with it, back in traffic yet again Life a movie, aint no way to hit rewind Its all by calculation and design, look Prayin I dont crash while Im flyin down the coast Trauma from the past, that shit livin inside my soul Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast Would they love me if it fell apart? Shit, who knows Would they love me if it fell apart? Yeah, who knows Would they love me if it fell apart? But dont get back and fall again Im right on time for calls, my friends The lanes have changed but the trust, it never ends, ends Never ends Roll the pack, push the McLaren through Ocean Ave Mint color millionaires, gon take out the soldier rags Shit been off a big load, pinky and my wrist froze Then thought it was Kenpo, my dawg pull in, kick doors Met a plug from Maryland, air em out, Im arrogant Clear stones, rare shit, back in traffic yet again Loadin up the chamber, send the shot, the E chop When the money talk, the only time I eavesdrop Cut the lights on em, then I circle back Flippin back through the drive-thru, servin em fast Bitch, I came straight off the block, aint no blockin me HB the origin, the etymology Prayin I dont crash while Im flyin down the coast Trauma from the past, that shit livin inside my soul Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast Would they love me if it fell apart? Shit, who knows Would they love me if it fell apart? Yeah, who knows Would they love me if it fell apart? But dont get back and fall again Im right on time for calls, my friends The lanes have changed but the trust, it never ends, ends Never ends Hit-Boy on the beat and all that Hit-Boy on the flow and all that Yeah

Riding around town, big taxi I’m out in London, please don’t ask me I don’t know when I’ll be going back to Cali I don’t know when I’ll be going back to Cali Said I’m riding around town, big taxi Out in London, don’t ask me I don’t know when I’ll be going back too, kay? Skkrt skkrt, pulling up, G5 land in the valley For the valley girls or them hoochie broads I don’t know, I don’t like ‘em if they got some flaws I don’t know, I don’t like ‘em if you wife ‘em dog I don’t know, I don’t like ‘em, this is big bruhK-D-O-T, TDE

Hey , yo Guess whos bizack still hit a crack him off loads Cocaine spit throat be the stove Stay running on these tracks and the mic be the soles Be cautious real spitters so you might get exposed Copycats spitting all these facts Without your life attached not understanding where your life is at You got your boy confused though Im not convinced Would tell you washed up, but your flow is drenched Let me clear my throat let me spit these quotes And tell you Q, Jay Rock, Dot, we run the coast Im so addicted, and so is Lifted So restricted, now your flow evicted Fake niggas see through you like eyelashes Eyeglasses like Kobe nigga, no passes My breed, knowing that you cant make em You cant break em, so peace As-salamu alaykum Goodbye, I know the rapper dead Im on my murder job again in the morning This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead That means another record label is mourning So you can run but you cannot hide Cause when I see em Imma kill em When I see em Imma kill em Mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid Cause when I see em Imma kill em When I see em Imma kill em Lyrical homicide best believe I do Yo Q, these niggas think they cute Talking louder than the trumpet, when I see em where the fluke? Your opinion something moving like pew pass by em, hog tie em For the revenue, bullets peer through the bulletproof Look what the iron do scope now Im eyeing you Silencer, now my iron grew I en route Learn, of the flow first to realize these rap guys Shit on em then throw them to the flies bombs like Al-Ca-ter Ride on my enemies, homicide Text like a referee, give you free shot for any penalty Drop metaphors, nouns and verbs plenty similes Serve like a waitress and you dont want seconds courtesy Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac Biggies nephew Big L said I was special Now lets do, lunch over these beats Even Punch said I was sweet Punchlines and kick hot rhymes till Im burning my feet Ouch Goodbye, I know the rapper dead Im on my murder job again in the morning This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead That means another record label is mourning So you can run but you cannot hide Cause when I see em Imma kill em When I see em Imma kill em Mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid Cause when I see em Imma kill em When I see em Imma kill em Lyrical homicide best believe I do Wait I got it uh known for spitting knowledge uh Homages like tuition, they pay it like its college uh Wait professor uh, well how I spit it this semester Look Im sending MCs on a stretcher These bitches uh, all because my lyrical conversation Got these bitches begging for penetration Humiliation, Rappers they will know I demolish ya Spit you to a coma Dot finish em Uh, wait, Diminish ya preach like a ministerCompetition naw they pussy get the vinegar Get in the ass like animals imitators get plenty of Propane, hotter when winter come, some insane Dope mane, bees the studio, You aint lived here Ever since I done came, record me yoooo Your own momma wouldnt do that She rather throw herself in the dumpster than listen to trash

We all need somebody to talk to sometimes Tell me your problems Have you ever been punched in your motherfuckin face? What you say? Oh, you havent? Alright, wait, bitch Two phone Baby Keem, fuck you mean? I am here, ho Ice cream, booger colored piss, Sub-Zero No, ho, hookers in my clique, we dont fear ho Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit I got a way, I got a politic, I got a bae Aint no apologies when I get paid A dermatologist, I want the face Dont talk to me when I stump in this bitch Ho, ho, pussy watery, I duck the tuna fish, ho, ho, yeah Uh, these niggas actin like groupie, huh Lil bitch, she wanna get mad cause I keep on lookin all in her booby, huh I got the furniture options, my U-Haul movin, coochie to coochie, huh I buy the toe when I shop it, rock band on toosie now it look spooky, huh, huh Easy there boy, shit get greedy there, boy I rep pg there, boy, my gang need me there, boy If my sex tape leak, your bitch on TV there, boy Watch her please me there, boy Shit get greedy there, boy I must admit, I am a mess, I cannot fix it, mh Lil baby thick, Margiela sweats, look at my dick print, mh Fuck all the raps, if you confess, that is a big hit, huh Fuck all the raps, if you confess, it get addressed, bitch Have you ever been punched in your motherfuckin face? What you say? Oh, you havent? Alright, wait, bitch Yeah I want the fade Give me my fade, I want the fade I need the fade, I need my- We gotta fade Give me my fade We gotta fade Give me my fade, I want the fade I, I need the fade, fade Run me my fade, fade I cant please everybody, not even me I wanna please God, but my issues too deep Bless up, gotta change my number every week Enemigo, I got em hot, I got em greased Shut the fuck up, cant you see my daughter sleep? Shut the fuck up Servin up a look, dancin in the drought Hello to the rain man, never losin count Ventin in the safe house Ventin in the safe house Can I vent all of my truth? I got nothin to lose I got problems in pools, I can swim in my faith Cameras movin, whenever Im movin The family suin whatever I make Murder his stackin, the president actin The government taxin my funds in the bank Homies attracting the feds when Im brackin Look at my reaction, my pupils on skates Everything jaded Team on Go, lets get it Green gon grow like veggie Casino on my debit Fuck your rhetoric, fuck your leverage Chain no evidence, pass go, motherfuck Confederate Flags on the back of the medicine Distributed and peddled in ghettos and Fuck your heritage, fuck your brainwash detergent Internet urgent, time travel in purges, every man and virgin Fuck chatterin sermons Fuck your church propaganda, only God know the answer We oblige in a copacetic manner Camouflage like a sheep, so we slide through the cancer Lies and deceit, vibe like a Phantom Dodgin police and paramedic retreats Wanna fuck yall up for tellin me Your life was the one I want Been sellin me concepts ever since I swung From out of the pro tongue, dedicated myself for recreation I rest my case, won Servin up a look, dancin in the drought Hello to the rain man, never losin count Ventin in the safe house Ventin in the safe house Servin up a look, dancin in the drought Hello to the rain man, never losin count Ventin in the safe house Ventin in the safe house

Yeah Youre now rockin with the best Hub Citys threat Minor of the year K. Dot Ooh, its about to get so ugly in here Its about to get so ugly Like whoevers listening to this Oh man I crack myself up Yeah Oh my God man, oh my God We bout to shit on these faggots man Check it Yeah, K. Dot First niggas used to rapping, get my attention Now I dont even listen It run through one ear and out the other And I dont buy niggas records for music Im more interested in their album covers Im a talented brotha Plus I move so quick its like my brain came with a joystick Motherfuckers better listen when I spit I knock records out the park Homeboy I Ken Griffey a hitch And I might Ken Griffey ya bitch But wont buy her shit, not even a small bag of chips Just give her long pipe til its scrapin her hips Like a waitress, the way the broad ask for the tip If you want, just ask for a clip Ill give ya those for free, no, I wont charge a fee Just roll up on you, like cut off sleeves Nobody can cut off the number one rap artist, damn, I am the hardest Blowin through Nintendo cartridges To Maybachin it, valet parkin it Now people arguin who is better? Them or him, him referring to me Them referring to the industry Hands down, Jay left, now give me the crown Fuck later, Im takin it now Fuck haters, Im takin em down With the red beam, red beam, silencer, dont holler it muffle the sound Bark like ten rottweilers straight from the pound Straight for the dollas, 745, older Impala, scrapin the ground I suggest you follow, or not be smarter Seein another broke tomorrow You can tell the way I speak begins to stutter First it was hard for yall to even makin it harder Aint about money, then please dont bother Yall niggas funny, talkin bout that you run shit When Im lookin at ya like Who are ya? Yall niggas is gas And what make that bad is yall niggas is trash Yall dont wanna see me spaz Out, pull the gats out and see me blast, ouch You better off coppin a pen and a pad Than copyin the last rhymes I had And spit em to your homeboys till they all say You wrote that? Tell em lies or, give em the facts It dont matter cause in a minute, Ima be chargin my raps A G for a bar, thats 3 16s, plus a 8 bar hook nigga, add up that I charge you a verse like Dre would charge you a track Your whole budget, hoes love it But you hate it, cause Im your girls favorite Nigga, face it, you cant walk in my shoes nor change the sides tryna replace it As far as rap, I spit in the Matrix Past reality, nigga actually, I wrote a rhyme where there was no gravity Thats a whole nother planet For real holmes, I do damage Blow up ya city, even ya school campus Run in ya class while your doin ya standards Let it blast One gun subtractin ya life, now thats the basics of math Oh my God man let me stop spazzin out on these niggas, B They have to call 911, Im done Dave, you feel me man? Its real K. Dot man, just havin a lil fun up here man Its real ugly, ya know? Yeah, bang, bang, lets go

Yeah... Hit the East Side of the LBC On a mission trynna find Mr. Warren G When I jumped off the porch, I was forced into last resort Of a typical short end, of course where that took us course Hoarse for yelling out Demons that fought inside of me, talk society how to rejoice Killers aside of me, privacy obviously was lost Fraud, Piracy of the streets of my Odyssey Caught a bullet that probably destroyed A good kid in a mad city slightly annoyed I walk out the street with no heat and wanted to beef when im just a vegan Reeking the scent of a saint, sinner smelling the stars squeezing Pillars stumbling straight to my melon apparent reason Probably because im a cousin, cousin of blood that blooded in public And Kendrick seen with him last weekend, cousin But you aint no friend of me, instead of Kendrick im Kennedy Assassinate my character, sure, if thats your remedy Fair enough, i got enemies, but guess who bang? But thats the repercussion like when your cousin is cussing a blood and your by yourself at the Compton parade Good kid, mad city, life or death, is you with me?

I hold my liquor But this man can’t handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town Im on to Indiana I heard it in the radio now I cant handle no liquor And these bitches cant handle me I cant control my bitches And my bitches they cant control me You say you know me, my witches But you really just know the old me Bitch, Im back out my coma Wakin up on your sofa When I park my Range Rover Slightly scratch your Corolla Okay, I smashed your Corolla Im hanging on a hangover Five years we been over Ask me why I came over One more hit and I can own ya Baby girl, hes a loner Baby girl, hes a loner Late-night organ donor After that, he disown ya After that hes just hopeless Soul mates become soulless When its over its over Bitch, Im back out my coma

That pussy got a spell on me That pussy got a spell on me That pussy got a spell on me That pussy got a spell on me Hey lil pretty lil, pretty lil, bish you Walk around with these Make That pussy got a spell on me That pussy got a spell on me That pussy got a spell on me That pussy got a spell on me

Gather round, Im glad everybody came out tonight as we stand on our neighborhood corner, know that this fire thats burning represents the passion you have, listen. Keisha, Tammy, come up front. I recognize all of you, every creed and color, with that being said fuck your ethnicity. You understand that? We gon talk about a lot of shit that concerns you. All of you Now everybody, throw your hands up high If you dont give a fuck, throw your hands up high Now I dont give a fuck if you Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit That dont mean shit to me Fuck your ethnicity, nigga Fire burning inside my eyes, this the music that saved my life Yall be calling it hip-hop, I be calling it hypnotize Yeah, hypnotize, trapped my body but freed my mind What the fuck is you fighting for? Aint nobody gon win that war My details be retail, man, I got so much in store Racism is still alive, yellow tape and colored lines Fuck that, nigga look at that line, its so diverse They getting off work and they wanna see Kendrick Everybody cant drive Benzs, and I been there, so it make it my business To give em my full attention, ten-hut! Man, I gotta get my wind up Man, gotta get down with God cause I got my sins up Matter of fact, dont mistake me for no fucking rapper They sit backstage and hide, behind the fucking cameras I mosh pit, had a microphone and I tossed it Had a brain, then I lost it, Im out of my mind, so dont You mind how much the cost is, penny for my thoughts Everybody, please hold up your wallets Yeah man, Im the mailman, cant you tell, man? Going postal, never freeze up, when I approach you Thats star struck and roast you, oh my... HiiiPower Im tired of yall, cause everybody lied to yall And you believe it? Recognize them false achievements Its treason and Im Tylenol, I knock out when you knock it off Knock on the doors of opportunity, Im too involved Im no activist, Im no Einstein before calculus I was kicking that Math, dropping that science Like an alchemist, and I be kicking that ass, lyrically Im UFC If a UFO had came for me, Imma come back with the head of an alien Dont alienate, my dreams, get it right Get a life, I got 2, thats a metaphor for the big shit I do Boy, TMI, TSA, man Im fly, put wings on my back That a plane or angel? Both like a pilot with a halo, whoa... Gross I mean, Ive seen so many things come through them, him, her, you Im just a messenger, yeah, I know lifes a bitch, get the best of her Put them 3s up, they notice that we up, HiiiPower And the power in the people and if they dont believe us, theyll die

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Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture With these lyrics that Im kicking Im a west coast chemist Im a B-L- double O, D shit you niggas know me You niggas know me when I pull up on your block with a couple homies Sip that light spliff who’s that snatch ya bitch Nothing but a g party like Pac in 96 But its 07 no half steppin’ Get outta line no mercy nigga we blast weapons California economics got me hooked on it like phonics When the beat drop I drop a bomb like atomic Got my heat cocked like some type of bird Big pimpin’ weapon under the fur Limping’ like a prosthetic leg But still play the back like bike pegs La fitted cap pulling your wig back With Glocks in it g roc black tinted What side you claim fuck yo gang Yeah Yeah thats what I’m talking bout nigga I got more bars than singular Keep a four five yeah seen me a Shoot to kill we on the brooklyn bridge Range Rovers and Coupe Devilles Middle fingers up to the NYPD Locked down in them cells thats where they want us Gs Feds watching got us on camera got a good lawyer he cold like Canada Nigga I’m a animal, raps new hannibal, king of my jungle, eat you like antelope Product of the projects nigga I’m the shizznit You don’t wanna test, give you lames the business Watts California pay hell a visit, where a wrong turn can be your last visit Pit Bulls on Five in the morning I’m up cooking it up Studio filled with coffee cups I don’t sleep I just lay down and wink I work like slavery was just last week Somebody told me that every label Got this button that beep and when I rap it go off And thats when they know to push their album back I don’t allow cats around the big dogs You can’t see me, the force between us is thick fog I never hang up when the money calls unless it be a emergency that my family involved Don’t get your life involved, we’ll shoot without playing basketball, get your ass mopped Like Lysol, you light MC, I’m heavy on the track If you see my flow you would say its obese Kdot/Lyrical Disease/Jay Rock Americas Most Wanted Please

Uh, rest in peace, Prodigy Harry Mack, visual raps, you gotta see Uh, on New@2 and no one heard of me Murder MCs, somebody throw a word at me Yeah, Im a lyrical scholar, every bar I spit I should get a hunnid dollars Stack em up real quick, take it to the bank Harry Mack, every lyric is dank, rappers get spanked Yeah, one time, Ill bring em to the slaughter Holler at the daughter, my flow is water Its liquid, Im sick, kid I drink it out the ki-Crystal Geyser You know that I spit flows wiser H-Mack, Im on it, you know Im bout to hold it High off off of Jade cause we rolled it, I told it One time, Harry Mack, the mic Im bout to slay it He answered two out of three, so he aint have to pay it Ay, one time, Harry Mack, Im in the state of Zen Rip again and again Its off top, I need no pen Yo, Im in, my zone when Im on it I hit em like a missile I wish I had the bracelet with the crystals But Mack aint got money, right now I aint paid Every rapper gettin slayed Ima make his frame decayed One time, ayo, I cut him like surgery Somebody throw another word at me Its absurd how I free Ay, one time, my lyrics is felt Ill make you rappers melt Bout to get the Cruz Show Belt When Im all up on it, Harry Mack, you know that Im performing Yeah, Im a champion, Cruz Show every morning Yeah, Im bout to kill that One time, I stay true Hold it down with the best in the game and J Cruz Yo, we out here right now Never been down and out Matter fact, I kick a freestyle and hit the Power House Stage, its Mack up in a rage Makin rappers disengage We dont want no six, Im up in the mix, with all of the tricks Harry Mack, I holla get it done And when Im on the mic I just be shinin like the sun Hey, check it, Im getting lifted off the marijuana Hit the chronja and the ganja Llama Llama Red Pajama Yo, when Im on it, Ima hold it Its Mack, yo, Im gettin it Offa the top, Im cold flippin it Yeah, ay, one time, you know I get it done I remember watchin video for Heart Part I My homie Brady B put me up on the game When I watched the flow, I realized the shit was insane After that, I saw Monster and I just knew And before I really knew, then Kendrick had blew Yo, good kid, m.A.A.d city I was bumpin the jam Harry Mack, I cant believe Im sittin next to the man Yeah, check it, when we do it, yo, the people have to give it up Yo, we bout to take a couple shots up out the Dixie cup Yeah, one time, I rest em with flames Im sayin RIP Prodigy one of the best in the game Its Harry Mack, yo

This is for my mothafucking Compton babies And all the wild blocks that drove us crazy Dominguez Hospital born Niggas dying fast no life insurance Black ski mask green leaf body bag liquor poured So much 40 oz poured its like the curbs made of gold on the ave Bullets got no names on it so if a girl get hit the response of it was like our bad Thats the mind of state, rap niggas meet your fate Say hello to the hip hops Norman Bates I aint even burn em yet Dave Chapelle these niggas are half baked Well done when the second first come I have an acquired taste I will not let not one MC go to waste I will eat all day I will not, cannot lose, comfortable at the top Im sittin down my legs are crossed like i had shoes I tell dude, i aint worried about these rap dudes Theyre not in my league, the West coast is me Im, sub-zero, I put your career on freeze I put it on Hov like I had ? Im nightmare on Elm Street, come right through your dreams and Delete you like an unwanted movie scene Say hello to the team, aint ya? Youre scared aint ya? The world is anxious for my LP Get pop grades, i get an A-plus, you get a D Fucking failure!

So everybody put your shades on Poobie came to show +Love+ like +Faizon+ Every bar that I carve is amaz-on Wack niggas cant seem to feel our play on A lil spice in my swag, call it Cajun Often wonder to myself where the days gone Save some, save none at the same time Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme Paid homage to the struggle thats before mine Never bad-handing nothing, therefore I grind Outshine most niggas, call em all suns/sons Steady reaching for the stars, but its only one Rapper, your favourite rapper, this is no +Pun+ +Big Daddy+, no +Kane+, get the job done Im bout to stick the whole game up with no gun And Imma show you how the South was won So check it out This is the part where we run Hip Hop And we dont need props, we know we the shit This is the part where we run Hip Hop So get them hands high Im yelling all my real niggas, keep moving My real bitches, keep moving I promise Ima keep moving If they dont, we do it The best I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans Im on the stage, you in the stands Im on the road, you at the crib just scribbling Your best sentence was doing your bid Im through with you kids, like Brenda I dont want to have to trash bin ya When Ab enter, cats get they raps injured Without no reason they be out the whole season It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding Im at where you cant come like no semen No homo, just admire the power Im so visual, give you an +Eiffel+ like +tower+ Huh, but you can never see me Black tear compliment my black lips in the Lamborghini Puffing a spliff big as a branch After I spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn This is the part where we run Hip Hop And we dont need props, we know we the shit This is the part where we run Hip Hop So get them hands high Im yelling all my real niggas, keep moving My real bitches, keep moving I promise Ima keep moving If they dont, we do it The best I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less Jay Rock got flows Im killing em slow like cigarette smoke Running Hip Hop like Pac in his prime I spit murder, every bar is a crime Look, I do it BIG like B.I Nigga Im the shit, Ive doing this since knee high No Im not TIP but I stay on my T.I These fake ass rappers steady acting like devise Ima live and die in Cali Whats beef? Chew through that like rallies Got hoes, work em out like ballies Do shows, flip dough like patties I aint just rapping, I can make it happen Put your whole goddamn career in a casket Lyrical homicide when I write No bullshit, Im Mike with the mic This is the part where we run Hip Hop And we dont need props, we know we the shit This is the part where we run Hip Hop So get them hands high Im yelling all my real niggas, keep moving My real bitches, keep moving I promise Ima keep moving If they dont, we do it The best I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less Never pledge allegiance, God given flow I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking Give me a reason why Im not the best breathing They worship the ground I walk on, though Im harder than cement Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks Portable handgun, who want to test? I can pass out many Scantrons, fail many students Tryna play the truest, dumber than Three Stooges Hummers, we steady cruising like time do Higher than a Vanilla Sky, float by you When Im through, Ill probably let you take it back Like my old prom suit that I wore with the tag Rap giant, get your little locality smashed Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat I like bitches with fat booties but never half-ass When Im working for certain, Im hurting the game I said Im hurting her Pooh! I couldnt help it nigga I had to put a verse this muhfucker This shit classic nigga Feel this, uh, for Hip Hop, for Hip Hop For real Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop

What is life for a nigga like me? Living out his backpack every night Needed a new place to sleep But this is now, nigga Ones for the money, two for the bitches Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it Fours for the jealous rapper mad because he finished Turn that mothafucka to a critic Man, I got so much shit up on my plate, dog I was hanging on them corners late Pockets wasnt straight, bitch I aint gon make it at this rate, dog, know what Im saying? Nigga praying up to God just hoping that he hear a nigga I know the world got more problems and its much bigger But I figured, Id get some shit up off my chest To all my niggas I would die for, load my pistol up, go out and war for To all my niggas thatll never make it out the streets Fuck it, keep goin hard, dont let em see you weak To all my niggas first time stepping in the pen Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in To all my niggas thats gon fuck around and die today Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray, just wanna say Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga, ah Now how the fuck Im posed to say this? You see my nigga just lost his son While Im here hugging on my daughter, I grip her harder Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit Thinking of some bullshit to tell him Like Itll be okay, youll be straight, itll be aight Well, fuck that shit Whatever you need, yo, I got it! Whether its money or some weed or putting in work Fuck it, then Im riding You know whats up, but now a nigga couldnt stick around Told myself that after yall moved That Id be a fuckin fool, to be living by the street rules Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school But anyway, keep the faith Stay strong, bruh, remain solid, bruh Keep playing ball, cuz Its the only way up out it, bruh, a nigga proud of ya Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed Ill have whatever he needs, we the last of a dying breed Live life, smoke trees See how far weve come but most, Im sorry for your son Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga, ah And you aint gotta shed no tear Ill be everywhere but Ima always be right here I aint forgot those years Ill be everywhere but Ima always be right here Living in a premature place, wait Never grow to see the pearly gates, break Every time a bullet detonate, dates Of obituary carry crates Of a scary picture with a family member that relate to ya In December you was finna pin another case On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe As the record spinning, you was hearing angels entertain Every pun intended, that was wicked, coming from your brain Recognize you listened and you didnt hit the block again Thats because the minute after you had knew you would be slain Open up another chapter in the book and read gain Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change Everybody aint blessed, my nigga Yes, my nigga, youre blessed, take advantage, do your best, my nigga Dont stress, you was granted everything inside this planet Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga You reject these niggas that neglect your respect For the progress of a baby step, my nigga Step-step my nigga, one, two, skip-skip Back-back, look both ways, pull it off the hip Blast at anybody say that you cant flip This crack into rap music every other zip is a track Get used to it, get it off quick Come back, give back to the city youve built Thats that, dont trip, see money, fuck niggas, dog It aint nothing but a bunch of fuck niggas, dog In a minute everybody gon be winning Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all Blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga, ah

Just look over your shoulders, honey! Yeah, I know, its been a minute Got to know Just look over your shoulders, honey! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey! When you need me I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me Big marbles, nigga I lead this new generation, boy, dont argue with us Marvelous beat selectors, authors and novel spitters And its all for the literature And its all for the hideous, the nastiest flows, the chlamydia, uh I aint afraid to say I need you, ah yeah I promise Id never leave you, ah yeah My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes I write For sure my folks unite soon as the flow get nice, the poltergeist That scare emcees, my prototype for every, my share of deeds And R.I.Ps, you know my type of style is like my everything Apparently my appetite they famished, bite no hand that feed The culture vulture die and bleed My focus hold these thoughts and dreams Control this pen Boldest lines of rhymes and things Devote my time and mind it seems Supposed to shine, remind Im king Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends The pros, the cons of diamond rings Im full of time but Ima bring The soul divine and cross between Whats yours and mines, the goal the green The roads that show just what it mean Then grab Shakur right by the wing And fly before my vocals For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc Bag full of goodies, you Chris Rock, hit the Pookie and piss stops Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug Just look over your shoulders when they fuck you over, its love I know ya Dont you know, baby? Dont you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey! Yeah yeah, you need me Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me? Cause I done bodied the game to the point niggas scared to rap with me Kept burnin til they anointed me one of the kings of black history And yes, I see the game is a little different, niggas lack simply Them bars and I spit em like darts til they puncture your kidney You trash and it dont matter how much you gon try to convince me And you gon make my gun cock and talk a whole nother way, yo Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh I am the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believer-er maker So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake em So rude, Im so ice cold but Im what you need to just wake em All them crowns and medals on the wall waitin for me to just take em When I arrive, my theme music got a pound to it And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it Cause Im the god of the harder, the martyr, the father I spit a saliva thats leaking a lava Completin the saga while meetin and greetin And beating you niggas completely and conquer Extremely bark on a nigga, you see me And deeply carve up a nigga, believe me Graffiti your armor, you heebie, you jeebie Bikini your braud up See me now give me the startup and treat me, you greet me And meet me with arms up So sweet when I speak, have a seat, it was deep I was sleep, now the gods up, hmm Upholding the fundamentals, while most of you boast a rental Focus on whats most essential, spit bars to provoke your mental Do I have your attendamiento? While I clap these raps like thunders Look over your shoulder boy and wonder Dont you know, baby? Dont you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey! Yeah yeah, you need me With God watchin over us and me over your shoulders But what you gonna do, you pull the devil even closer Them clowns that you hang with more ridiculous than white Cleopatra Or caucasians telling blacks to go back to Africa But I digress, youre more, but you act less Why do you act less even still, when the weight of life feels like a boulder Im here whenever you need me When you need me Whenever you need me, when you need me Dont you know, baby? Dont you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders! Whenever you need me Just look over shoulders, honey! Yeah yeah, you need me Dont you know baby? Dont you know baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders! Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey! Dont you know, baby? Dont you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey! Whenever you need me

Im always ready for a war again Go down that road again, its all the same And Im always ready to take a life again You know Ill ride again, its all the same Tell me whos gonna save me from myself When this life is all I know Tell me whos gonna save me from this hell Without you, Im all alone Whos gonna pray for me? And take my pain for me? And save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gonna die for you, if Im gonna kill for you Then Ill spill this blood for you, hey I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept Im tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps Life a living hell, puddles of blood in the streets Shooters on top of the building, government aid aint relief Earthquake, the body drop, the ground breaks The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface Who need a hero? You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero Who on the front lines at ground zero? My heart dont skip a beat even when hard times bumps the needle Mass destruction and mass corruption, the souls are suffering men Clutching on deaf ears again, rapture is coming Its all prophecy, and if I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good Then thats what it gotta be Whos gonna pray for me? And take my pain for me? And save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gonna die for you, if Im gonna kill for you Then Ill spill this blood for you, hey Whos gonna pray for me? And take my pain for me? And save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gonna die for you, if Im gonna kill for you Then Ill spill this blood for you, hey Just in case my faith goes, Ill live by my own Ill live by my own, Ill live by my own

Kendrick: Got me breathing with dragons I crack the egg on you bastard Why you step to the master Like you sick with this I really do this shit You not equivalent to the Kdot the almighty Watch this, I will body Anybody in the crowd You want me john gotti, couldnt see me You peeping this is freestyle off top of the dome Ill let you know why every other rapper need to go home This a new verse, I put rappers in new hearse I take rappers to new church Who wanna see me, you first Then him second, then you third Nouns, my verbs Battle these words Nigga that shit is absurd Troi Breeze: OK if Im 2nd or Im 3rd Whatever he just said you heard But Im coming through and I think that I got a new verse Goin off the top of the dome Im really tryna change the way that Ive been livin at home Im really doin it Nigga I be doin this Nigga I come through with this Nigga I will do it and I swear I am so studious Nigga Im a student and I peeped the way you did it Now Im bout to do it off of the top of the fuckin tip Kendrick: If you bout to do off of the top, then fucking did it If you say that you the best, then nigga wont you admit it I see you got the waves in your hair i been there Back in 8th grade, when the pussy i was scared But now im seeing all kinds of woman in peripheral This is individual, this here is a ritual This here is spiritual This is not rap , this is god body Nigga this aint nothing close to lyrical Troi Breeze: Shit all Im sayin now is I agree with you I been grownin in it like I was a tree with you Now Im tryna do it like I was a seed and I grew up And now Im blessed like I just sneezed; hachew I really appreciate it I really appreciate you callin me up cause Im out here and Im ballin it up Taking the biggest shots, and now I been getting it tryna spend the biggest knots Cause Im really out here tryna grind for my family Tryna go off of that energy, I know you feel my inner G My brotha was from Piru My pops was from whats he was raised out on Grape Street Kendrick: Well if ya brother was from Piru and your partna was from Watts Then you should already know about them Compton blocks All my niggas thats with me is from the city All my niggas hold choppas and they be with me And this is TDE this is stri-stri- strictly for my niggas and bitches tell me you with me You see that scream right there, thats that scream that every other rapper scared Thats that scream that every other clapper scared They dont want shoot back If they did they would get bitch slapped like my nigga Snoop Dogg back in 94 This is Kurupt flow This is the LBC shit This the Compton DPGTDE shit FUCK WITH ME SHIT Make some noise for my nigga Troi Breeze: My name is Troi Breeze Kendrick: Make some noise for Troi Breeze

Theres a new crew taking over hip-hop, and everybodys trying to be down.I try to stay in my own little bubble and not think about how people view me, cause if you do that, its very quick that you can go crazy.Kendrick Lamar: That’s crazy. XXL: What? KL: TMZ. XXL: How did you break into that world? You’re like a little backpack rapper, and then all of a sudden TMZ cares about what you’re doing. KL: That world is The Matrix. I don’t understand that world—that’s The Matrix. XXL: Is it really like they say, that it happens fast? Even though you’re moving real slow and then— KL: Yeah, that’s very true. That’s very true. It definitely happens fast, but not fast in the sense, saying you didn’t put in the work—I’ve been doing this for ten years—but when that light beams on you, it happens fast from an aspect where you’re doing so much every day you’re not really aware of the attention that you’re getting, ’cause you’re doing interviews, you do a show, then you do a studio, it’s just a constant, daily plan, so you can’t look at yourself. You can’t be in the crowd looking at yourself on stage, you know. I can only look in the mirror and know I’m Kendrick, and see that same little boy I seen seven years , but I can’t see what everyone else sees. So more and more, I’m really unfazed by it as more and more success is hitting me and I’m not really sure . It’s a tricky thing, for sure. XXL: What’s your day-to-day been like for the past few months? Has it been mostly touring and interviews? Have you back in the studio? Do you write often? Where are you at, as an artist? KL: I’ve been on the road for the most part. But at the same time I gotta stay creative, I gotta stay writing—I’m usually writing every day. I can’t miss a day without writing, whether it’s a line, a verse, or an idea. I always have to have that creative flow going. XXL: When you say you write, what’s your writing process like? Are you writing or are you just thinking shit in your mind? KL: The process for my first album, my debut album, and even music prior to that, it’s always been like 50/50. I have some songs where I just went in the booth and just got the thoughts off and I didn’t want to feel like I was confined with a sheet of paper. Some records, I may sit with it and have scraps of napkins everywhere, and papers everywhere scattered, then piecing up them ideas together and putting them to songs. It really depends on what I’m feeling at the time.

Everybody wanna play that tough guy Til them things come out and them shots fly Say your last words homie and its bye bye You shouldnt have been playin with me Everybody wanna play that tough guy Til them things come out and them shots fly Say your last words homie and its bye bye You shouldnt have been playin with me I aint no killer but dont push me Them very words said can resurrect Pac straight from the dead And it takes a young nigga like me to push the limit No gimmick, this is real homie I wake out of my sleep, sweat drippin off my face and cheek I swear to God, death callin for me Thats why I carry a heat, roamin these streets til they come and get me Cause ninety percent of them are comin with me C4 your car doors and watch your shit blow in a jiffy Quick, boom, explode when I empty Im on the edge so please dont tempt me to jump I walk around with a pump, just to scatter you punks heads Then go and get some head by that woman you want She does what I says, I says what I does Crazy back then, yeah thats what I was But now Im psycho, mental nigga, holdin a grudge I put a hole in your mug, and let the blood leak out Until it fill up a tub, then put your son in it This is no image, this is ether Cocaine, reefer, alcohol mixed with it They tried to label your boy as a menace Put me in some records, along with Guinness I just started, I aint finished Chest to your head, until all you motherfuckers diminish I hope yall ready to ride Cause its do or die If not, stay inside I hope you ready If not, be quiet Cause when shots fly Somebody will cry I hope you ready I hope yall ready to ride Cause its do or die If not, stay inside I hope you ready If not, be quiet Cause when shots fly Somebody will cry I hope you ready

K. Dot Dave Watch how K. Dot move, something not like you Have your gun by you, cause niggas will try you Watch how K. Dot move, something not like you Have your gun by you, cause niggas will try you Uh Whos sick as me? Tell the truth, bitch, nobody, and thats real And as far as my eyes can see Im the only one fucking with me Myself, so put your album right back on the shelf And let real business get dealt You ladies man like Leon Phelps I pee on any man tryna discontinue my health I dont give a damn on how you feel or how you felt Your small mercy wont help When shots circle around your waist like designer belts I design your face, the tray hitch lift ya up Rock niggas like Bobby Boucher, you waterboy What you want, weed, dope, or water, boy? Its right here, and yall catch up, I move fast like light years Now its back to the basics K. Dots nothing to play with A nigga tried to test my gangsta I pulled out a weapon and aced it My grade point average at the top of the brackets Im sick like a cancer patient Assist many players like personal agent Yall as foul, clothes to fragrance Im the best now Plus the kid married to rap, old cats need to renew ya vows Sit down, practice your verbs and nouns Cause Im on the verge to progressin my words Im the best you heard today, hands down So hand down whatever you had Like you been in a bag Put it in garbage or trash, Im the best you had Ever since, oh yeah, intelligence K. Dot, so heaven sent

It aint hard to tell that I live in hell Sin City watch city gotta get your mail How I sleep when I die thats real Theres only two ways out: living under the dirt or life in the cell Im still on the block tryna make me a sell You cant make too much, some niggas might tell Thats how it is homie, when you up in your shit Get locked up, your friends might hook on your bitch Its fuck a ho, thats why Im all about my chips To live and die broke, its some embarrassing shit Thats why Im hooking a block, fuck hooking a bitch When the wars on, Im bustin em clips Shit Im just trying to stack paper Blowing big weed, Im high like a skyscraper L.A nigga in a New York state of mind When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in 85, Im hot lava Gold ds on my low rider 45 so original like a ol timer 2 pistols, one llama In the back of the trunk like who want drama? nobody Sitting back I got this, a project prophet I could predict when my goons ready to pop shit When the funds is low Were on the hunt for tons of blow Summer time, in Cali homie all we do is snow Counting dollars, til our hands get callused Wont stop hustling til the judge bang the gaval Prayin for the better days Sit in the club celebrate Pop bottles, with top models back on the interstate Traffic and chickens homie we trying to get it Then we back in the kitchen whipping like a chemist Hunger pangs got me acting a fool in that dinner time Life is like a racing track trying to get to the finish line Slaughter pigs like farmer John My style got its own ambience You feel my presence? live life like everyday class in session Learn something after 187 we burn some For real kid, our uncle doing a 13 year bid I pray to god he dont come out how he went in Gets ill, these streets got me packing a 9 mill My mind stay black, either kill or be killed Its real in the battlefield son Last week shawty do wop he at the ooh wop he said he ready to kill some I said shawty chill, you aint ready for that type of drama Plus karma for real He shook his head, horizontal He said he was out on consignment some dudes on the block tried to rob em Try? what you mean? He said they tried until I reached in to the pocket of my jeans I killed 2, but one got away which is bad news, because the hood didnt even cover my whole face And I know he be back, but before he do that I bring it to him first on the porch where he live at Damn shawty I cant knock you, its survival of the fittest With that said, do what you got to I shook his hand, then I walked away, then reality took a toll on me Shoulda never gave him that .38 Looking at the ceiling in my bedroom Then the phone rang, hey K Dot turn on the news They didnt even say his name But I knew it was him when it said another 7th grader was slayed It aint hard to tell

When I first wanted to rap I cant front man I fronted the facts Fabricated every single statement that I ever made At a young age said Im running wit gats No body shots man Im coming for hats Im at cha melon Cool guy in real life but Im a felon On tracks Then I set my pants on fire Liar liar singing to the choir let me fall back Then I fell on my knees and said oh Lord please a young fella need help Told me He was all I need to love everybody else including myself I love myself And its okay you feel a type of way Aint nothin corny bout dat I love myself Im a Christian rapper I aint no actor man Im really bout dat My lifestyle realer than its ever been Even though you might be thinking its irrelevant Its realer Fo realer On my mama I aint never been a killa In 06 I wanted them to trust us So I said I was the hope pheind hustler And then I dropped A note for the hopeless That was 09 when I got focused Just being honest if they looking they can find us cause we out here hiding in the open Been grindin but it aint mere talent Its an honor I could ever be a spokesman coaching Players in the game of life Might look like a dealer but we aint alike And I aint better I aint said I was a angel at all But I aint finna stand here like I dont love myself Im just trying to figure things out Has there ever been anybody to ever take the same route Qualified by the streets I was raised 8yrs young when I caught my first fade 5yrs young when I think I got saved Got my testimony on the block in PA Plenty things God used to bring about change I could load em up and let em go like a gun range I remember they was blowing kush in my face Told me I was broke go ahead and smoke Might as well wallow in ya sorrow Unless you hit the lotto go and hit the bottle Nope Couldnt make me sell crack either And I was trying to get chicken like the next man Heard a false preacher say I need a bankroll so I was praying for the green like a jets fan When I think back Bout where where I aint yet I couldve went and got it all like a blank check Could be mad that I aint got a hundred Js All up on the stage wit a hundred chains But I am a good father to my kids Made a honest woman out of their mother And I love her like cake on the plate of a fat kid Im real I aint gone walk up on you like a undercover Came as I was to the throne of Heaven and made a shameless plug In the name of Christ Lord take my life I know ya pain is love Martin Luther King went to jail over 14 times and he aint a thug So where you think Im going huh?where the prophecy going or to hang at the club Ive lost my head I must misread what the good book said It woes me be, its a jungle inside I give myself again until the well runs dry, I I love myself On my mama I aint never been a killa

Blewell jeans, Moby Dick stitching Trigger finger itching To trouble one of you niggas Im daring one of you niggas to jump Ima snatch you out pistol whip you Then put you back in the trunk Shit, Im back in the front The front page of the newspaper They say Im seeing more paper... true But only if you knew that I was in your house right now taking the paper from you Where ya safe at? Chick is swinging on the dick like a fucking bat And catch it all like an umpire Ima go hard, rims bigger than the fucking car Baby girl say why the fuck you even got tires? I dont know, just get inside And never question my shit again ho I fold dough like a notebook I see money, you pass it up like Magic Johnson no look Who the fuck taught you niggas how to cook Thats what Im hearing up in your song Beat said if youre cooking up the product and your wrist dont hurt when you do it then youre doing it wrong

Yeah, I like it Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Tell me what you gon do to me Confrontation aint nothin new to me You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue But you cant bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I dont even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence And calculated promises all in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy cause I aint invite you Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin? Mothafucka, I dont even like you Corrupt a mans heart with a gift Thats how you find out who you dealin with A small percentage who Im buildin with I want the credit if Im losin or Im winnin On my momma, thats the realest shit Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer

Seasons change Theres still time for us to run away Seasons change Theres still time for us to run away Seaso— Closed eyes, thats how you runnin from your destiny Superpowers cant relieve that Dear God, why cant you keep me from these outsiders? Were outside, outside, out Still runnin, cant let this jungle get the best of me Superpowers cant relieve that Dear God, why cant you keep me from these outsiders? Were outside, outside, out Closed eyes, thats how you runnin from your destiny Superpowers cant relieve that Dear God, why cant you keep me from these outsiders? Were outside, outside, out Still runnin, cant let this jungle get the best of me Superpowers cant relieve that Dear God, why cant you keep me from these outsiders? Were outside, outside, out

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You know Im surgical with this bitch Jake How you want it dawg? Closed Casket? Remember that fool in a wheelchair? How you think he got there? I got my air-conditioning on right now Real cool about it Oil talking please Slick with it Wanna know what death feel like I suggest that you stay in the house at night The scope that I got for the long rifle fit pretty damn right Plus my connect got a pretty good price I could take off your neck with just one slice of the blade No, Im not Wesley Snipes One cut can have her screaming out first aid Been this way ever since first grade Forte demeanour was to get paid Birthday solution was to shoot straight Thirteen I was ready for gunplay Stand on the block taking pay I get four shots like a freak oh he know Not to fuck with K-D-O-T Oh, I forgot Never come around here without a Glock You want beef with your boy Nigga I put heat on your boy Leave him tied up on the back seat With your boy duct taped wont let out noise Oh yes we got them toys Oh yes we got them choppas LAPD they cant stop us Rockets shoot down helicopters In the kitchen Betty Crocker Got kick You hate You wait One sec Ill be back we then gon west No vest, Ima aim at your face Unless you can stop them Im so throwed Oh yes people there is a problem I say (Know what Im talking bout? I can feel that lane Sometimes I just lay back and let them look at me Im so too You see they be loving the oil talk Its real slick for them I keep the air conditioning on Cool, cool, cool) Pop shots yeah we kill niggas On the real nigga Run when I flex the steel Coming with a to grill niggas Save on the ounce but dont know the price But I know one time aint bust late night Trying to set me up so I gotta think twice Aint no fucking with it Ima let em plague mic I keep a nine for you dummies then I split your brain Im going to your safe, take your cash, cocaine All your weed in your range cause youre going platinum chains And when I leave I your white carpet got a stain Watch as my city get gritty Fuck pity, we gon do you niggas shitty Domino effect when we spray them with the semi Big k-holes in your dodge you can hear me Front to back Stack for stack Nigga go clip for clip Either gat for gat Wise niggas better check my stacks We let the match ratatat And all the heads we crack Stacked, lots of cheese Tryna cop the gs mac sale when we pop the fees Cop the keys To the boss got rocks to feed Roster fees Cause aint nobody stopping me I got a flow so cold Style so bold A nigga run up, I leave his face all swole Hit him with the 8 better yet with the 4 And I dont feel bad he put himself in the hole West coast in motion Promoting another episode Down south them niggas get whilst we be getting

I remember making bedroom hits, and now were counting this Then I took the Selfie, this aint healthy, kids aint down with this Wanna meet the plan I took for granted til the xanax hits I cant even read it, cause Im the one to kill the analysts A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk Dont let me down, were back in town for the greatest, funk Were just playing around and I still miss my momma, funk Chris Martin in my apartment, how the fuck we do this, funk The Sick Boy just went viral Platinum going on the top, Billy Idol Alex P on TMZ, hello like Lionel Theres levels to it, you and I know Bitch, be humble , sit down, be humble Sit down, be humble, bitch, sit down These songs arent for the critics, theyre for every kid at home That wants to push the limits and These songs are not for the critics, theyre for every kid at home That wants to push the limits and These songs are not for the critics, theyre for every kid at home That wants to push the limits and not... These songs are not for the critics, theyre for every kid at home That wants to push the limits, sit down Bitch, sit down Sit down Sit down Bitch, sit down

Kendrick Lamar: What inspired me as a kid really was, uh, illustrating my thoughts on that sheet of paper Lifes to me like a box of chocolates something for something, thats the obvious Flows so sick, dont you swallow it Biting my style, you Come from the same blocks where they pick cotton Oh, you forgotten, ah, forget it That life aint sane You see gangbanging, drug paraphernalia. You see things from the streets. So what you gon do? You gon find something that you love to do and have a passion for it, or you gon stay, you know, mingling in the streets until something major happens So the moment I defined myself and freed myself was the time I locked myself in the studio and said, You need to do music. Tonights for everybody, understand me The plan B is the one in your hearts This here is family, Kendrick Lamar Words like a sword in the hands of a Spartan Marching on Rosecrans in Compton You cant cause conflict or corrupt my spirit Im on point like period Ive been there and gone before you get near it Ooh wee, that boy remind me of a young Martin Luther The way he piece up troopers, then round up shooters Like Malcolm X did, I stand for what I believe in Thats family, God and honor From Chicago, my daddy and my momma Came into Compton to accomplish one thing: reign supreme Raise a king named Kendrick I aint lying, it stand for King and I am one My unborn son and grandson will live royal From the coochee to the soil The meek shall inherit the Earth Well, Ive had this world since birth Feel the good kids hunger The Crips made strong, the Pirus made stronger But its muscle in my heart I stare in the eyes of Mozart and tell him Im the genius I love myself, really love myself And I means this with all sole And you cant control greatness less you hating With the heart of Satan But even that cant stop it I tell em, Get out my wallet and passion in your logic Passion in your life, the passion of my Christ is in me And if you say it aint, you may offend me Damn, that boy good Im bright as Thomas Edison but Im Gucci Mane in the hood I stood alone for so long, prolonged my whole career But now Im here, you can shoot shots and cheer Because I am, we are Kendrick Lamar Getting into that success level where you can go back to your neighborhood and people feel like, you know, uh, they look up to you. Sometimes the most riskiest things you can do can end up being, you know, the most important. Yeah Teriq Tyson: My dreams more vivid than Dr. Ts, evolutionary Reporting live, Centennial High, 2014 Kendrick Lamar: I am Kendrick. I am Kendrick. I am Kendrick. I am Kendrick

I can think of a million reasons, have it all as your seasons Say no more I feel ya b, say no more I feel ya homie We traveled the Neverlands, fireworks in the south of France Take it down and come again, again But look You dont get too dirty in my whip. whip, whip, whip Keep it nice and flirty in my whip, whip, whip whip Pop your pretty ass up in my whip, we gonna make it last up in my whip Scorpio, talk to me, talk to me Capricorn, talk to me, talk to me

I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Its just been one of them weeks Ruslan Look, I should really be workin on my album right now But I couldnt help myself Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe Look inside of my eyes and you will soon find a greener eclipse Tryna get though, from the get-go You the blacks dont miss Hey, it could feel the strangest It could feel like you and your best friend are now becoming strangers I can tell you that I have failed you But you tell me Im brainless And I cannot change this How can I say the scripture When the ? for blind, it may not hit ya Went on the road and I came back a star Think that I made it and I am in charge Seeing me different and thinkin I switched Man, this whole process is feeling bizarre Im just happy to be out of my script Tell me why you think Im different again Taken for granted and then well be missed Taken for granted, later will be missed I can feel the changes I can feel the same people round me, now they thinkin Im famous My savior saved me, my city made me And put me on stages To me thats amazing To you thats outrageous, hate this But please shutup, let me say this I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe I can feel your energy from three planets away I got my Word, I got my music I would share it but today Im singin Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe Im tryna to stay on the path, and not look on back to what we once was You tryna churn into somethin Tip on that malt to get you that uuz Feelin the rapture We live in a world, we live in a world That wants to laugh at ya We live in a world I could be honest, I know they dont hear us They carousel ? life continues propellin us Forward, they just wanna put us on the auction block but theres no way they sellin us Worth more than minimum wage Forever you could relate Any subliminal Back in my criminal days, I would stil live in a way That was reciprocal, this was nothin I could change So the Messiah was slain Wow, what a miracle Opened the door to be saved Jesus opened the door for all of us to be saved + They ? like this Been a long time, cant you see the Lord smiling They waitin on ? heart, the tank is all empty Xs in the air, and they do it by instinct Hide your children, hide your children We are not better than you Please dont put any of these rappers on a pedastal Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe We dont wanna hear anymore of your lies My New Years resolution is the Kings Dream movement Shut your whole thing down, dont you question what Im doing Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe Please dont kill my vibe, please dont kill my vibe

Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens Follow me home back to my project apartment Land of the palm trees, buying weed, we smoking Home of the low-lows, 6-4s, we rollin Chuck Taylors and Nikes, wife beaters and white tees Up in the Bay area, boys gettin hyphy Los Angeles where them boys rocking them colors hard Running from one time, we aint living behind them bars Take you on Crenshaw, then show you how to ride a car Hit a couple of switches, you wont have to buy a bra Take you on Slauson, Im flossin, lookin like a star Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra Pocket full of cash, we smash, we all at the mall Hit a swapmeet, snatch some khakis up off the wall Turn your music up cus we dont give a fuck about the law Only Lord knows, this is California soul C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A My name rang in MIA, Im the talk of New York Down in ATL, they smell me, so aint shit niggas could tell me Ask in Mo-town, theyll tell you how it go down Aint no California love We California thugs, we throw California slugs So throw up a California dub Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens Follow me home back to my project apartment Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless Changin my number nigga the streets steady callin, but Moneys my target, nobodys flawless Step in my building still got the work under my carpet Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment South Central active, gang bang capitol Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg, its factual What set you claim? Little homey they askin you Wrong color, wrong sign, boy they blastin you And when you passin though better have a pass with u Because these boys in the hood theyll casket you Nothin but the truth is what Im givin you Lord knows, the life of a California soul C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A My name rang in MIA, Im the talk of New York Down in ATL, they smell me, so aint shit niggas could tell me Ask in Mo-town, theyll tell you how it go down Aint no California love We California thugs, we throw California slugs So throw up a California dub Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens Follow me home back to my project apartment Still in my hood on my beach cruiser, pedaling Niggas think Im a rookie but got the heart of a veteran Nigga Im a doctor, you hear I got that medicine For them patients they say the go around me but thats irrelavent Balls hangin low just like a elephant, still ridin high like a pelican Nigga I aint studder man, I do it for the gutta men I do it for my people on a hustle on a struggle, we go? dawg I do it for the W, west coast my coast, Watts, California My hood my burough, plus I gotta keep it thorough Man I gotta keep it gangsta Thats what I am no wanksta, never that Momma never raised a chump, watch what you sayin huh Only Lord knows, California soul

Sound without Focus... is just noise With so much knock in the LBC It was hard not to claim that DPG Summertime popped in the L-A-C With the music courtesy of D-A-Z And the Soopa, Doopa, Fly for the troopers Riders, supers, hoes, groupies All of em with the short tight jeans on Lets Play House all of em theme song Word on the gangsta, squad up Black, brown, throw a St. Ides up Then the West got harder And Soopafly hit em on the head on Tha Doggfather Dont nobody party like the West though G-Funk been the sound since Death Row Where you think we got the kicked-in clap at? Time to bring it back, bitch, and its like that Only in L.A, Only in L.A Where the gangsters play, Where the gangsters play Catching up on fame Summertime in, West Coast ride Come up out that shithole, gotta get this money Long Beach, CR, all this shit is sunny Put the monkey in it like the shit is funny Banana clip Ras about to split this dummy The funk just told me to kick back I like revenge, retaliation and get back, nigga Got more bars than Kit-Kat Get smacked like Kat Stacks if you lift, Jack A motherfucker better recognize With a flick of my wrist like Kevorkian, you all die All I do was ball high Trying to stay above the rim like a tall guy That niggas ass super fly Yall ride Lexus, , left lane, tall ride OG to BG, I tried to warn ya Only in California Only in L.A, Only in L.A Where the gangsters play, Where the gangsters play Catching up on fame Summertime in, West Coast ride Rolling down Rosecrans bumping D-A-Z Feeling like 1-9-9-3 91 to the seventh jam Im in Long Beach, home of dillagent, dilligent gangsta shit Gangsters killing, you wanksters quit filling your iPods up with classics Ain’t a nigga out can out-match them adlibs DPGC general Jay know my breath marching, hold all my genitals Yeah, its like that cause I was taught that Back when Dog Food dropped in the Compton swap meet parking lot Daddy rehab three, so going to my pops we was popping now The trunk in the caddy was rocking now Slap a nigga in the face with a little waist, even make Pac salute Snare like a bear trap, theyre imperible too Bear witness Kids like Barry Bonds, thats the realest, nigga Only in L.A, Only in L.A Where the gangsters play, Where the gangsters play Catching up on fame Summertime in, West Coast ride

I been a real one, I been a real one I been a real one, I been a real one I been a- I been a love and a travesty Never talk down on no prophecy, put it on God, aint no stopping me Put it on God, God, God, God, God I been a real one, I been a real one I been a real one, I been a real one I been a real one, I been a- I been a love and a travesty, never talk down on no prophecy Put it on God, aint no stopping me, put it on God, God, God, God

Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Jay Rock still liftin it up Talk shit, get rushed and they pickin you up Top Dawg, Money Game, salute us bitch Pay homage to beasts of this new west shit I Shawty Lo, but hey Dey Know Jay mothafuckin Rock controllin the whole coast Bitch ass niggas, they dont want me to blow I see why you bitch niggas is broke And Ima tell you somethin, keep my name in your mouth Ima run up on you, put this thing in your mouth Im a real nigga, yeah, they know what Im about Even though Im signed, niggas still livin wild Bad bitches love me, when they see me, yeah, they bow I dont give em thous, give em dick then Im out West Coast Predator, every day is like chow Wont B-5, put your whole career in the clouds We came in this industry, we screamin fuck yall Till I came on the industry, you see me grip my balls Here I go again, lost one, never More wins than Chicago weather New year, new endeavor Reach goals better than David Beckham, out of control Kick it to my shoe, glued to your rectum, your asshole Californ-I-A, tiI disintegrate interstate 105 We ride, you imitate We eliminate anybody that penetrate any kind of negative vibe Temperature rise Southern Cali sun, shades over eyes Never wear suits, but keep corporate ties Like I do Soul brother, number deuce, Lil Petrusse I be over the edge like Q in Juice Through and through, back to back hits like profile views Or fiends strung out, keep watchin I bring the heat to your closet, make your team run out Honest, I gets down and I look at the chronic and say Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up Im in the 745 and I call it the Black Knight My music get you high, remind me of crack pipes Flip ya boy up, before they stitch ya boy up And we stump ya homie out, they wont pick ya boy up I aint playin with em, Ill choke you dummy We in the streets, tryna get this Oprah money So you better give me mine, cause Id love to take it from ya You internet bangers, we bangin out around ya

Hey, I hear skills still slept on, maybe I recollect wrong Maybe me writing in retrospect that kept home at a standstill Me and my Chevrolet roam The song of salvation until my larynx gone Never rigid in resurrection was never set in stone Plagiarist proof endeavors embedded this alone The subject at hand as if my predicates on song Set precedent -- Im addressing the elements indulged In finesse, your less eloquent rhetoric is strong Where I reside at, I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates Their regression is evident they own What I been off, fuck it since its the samaritans I sold Ima represent for self in detrimental tone And Im taking the front runner of presidential poles No arrogance, shit I just got my on Vulgarity is - the only heir apparent to the throne Cant run in the Serengeti in the Young and Im ions beyond the box Flow free on, but still will Ghost Recon a cop So phenomenal by design, we still pushing the envelope No keyage to vote, but uh, most agree I am hope for the coast Low key Im consulting the triage of folks On me Im the most slept on Stepped on, step songs, father of rap songs Writing my wrongs, writing the book of psalms This is the word, word to the Holy Quran Or whatever thats foreign to you I find it funny that you embracing the storm Wake up, ring the alarm Or wake up with a bomb through ya Its Baghdad, kids with bad dads Cops with bad badges Big bullets, no my bads when them guns shoot you Mykestro, I might go out as the Mike Jordan Lacing my Jordans and yelling out ISO Ike Turner your idol, whip him and bruise him Stick poison inside of his pipe-hole, sad that you knew him We influence the heart of thousands Thats nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand but whos counting Thirsty for success and we drink from the youth fountain Big-headed tryna stay grounded like a delinquent in middle school clowning Drowning MCs, they want life jackets While we swim backwards, we yellin nigga please! Pay your respect and recognize the alphabet You cant survive in a room full of Gs Coached by my Uncle Lil Mane, I resemble him They tryna steal the game, and we killing all thieves Make them draw blood, let them all bleed Motherfucker die, put a ribbon in the sky, tell Stevie Wonder sing King of all kings, Joker and new jacks will get dealt with Royal flush when I drop shit and say these things Man I lean on them cause half these niggas Maybelline: all made up Im about to go dummy on a dummy what-what Treat some like welterweights stuff in some trunks Fucking with a giant, Im Forest Whitaker sparring with some Forest Gumps What you want! What a dilemma tryna deal in charts What incentive? See Ima definitive nigga for starts No one similar, iller the way I deliver they harp I be rhythm and riddlin, settin the symbols and sentiments Diligence, then again I did administer art In percentages, this is just another sinister star So consider this exhibition as a privileged par And watch the metal arc, lemon my part Shits riveting what Ive written til a nigga depart By the dividend, considering the withering of words Nothing realer than the urge to revisit all the shit I been hearing Emerge through provision and of nerve We stern, this here is endearing and deserved Nothing like yall as far as error is concerned You dont know about us, then your earrings to the curb Sermons be piercing to your courage For real -- Against All Odds -- Im the fiercest with the term The nonchalant nod when the iffiness occurs Hella picky and its sweated out the prissiest of perms I walk in the room, bitches Vickys get submerged Shit that used to be clear, the vindictive be the blurred And I aint satisfied til the dense of me can splurge At the embassy my enemies can burn I defer all amenities with hopes that my sins will be adjourned Niggas diddle my abilities, the remedy concern We at SkillStillAppeal, let the chemistry converge And the trilogies, the humility is in the urn You aint feeling me, the new humidity is here Im so in between being Kenny G and Murs If shit dont blend like Hennessy and I encourage infamy, you get an empty me and turn I return before tables get turned It’s my turn, spur of the moment I re-produce my sperm and try to clone it, stand firm Bumping The Firm, Phone Tap, I’m on it I slaughter every opponent to bits of components, potent You can’t fuck with the horse power, your woofing too much Y’all bout to hoarse coward, as soon as I buss, pause You put your hands on a broad and telling me you can brawl You thought you saw me when you saw Saw, frightening More reckless than a paisa driving without a license Hittin’ your new truck then leaving you hiking They said no, the industry let it go I cracked the window then hit the back door like trick dices Stickin’ and movin and movin’ and stickin’ the prices Uppin’ the ante before Im a antique, can promise you hear me clear Even if you eat 3 ears with Tyson Rippin’ the panties but bootin’ the wammys They dyke and I’m liking them all, I’m siftin’ through panties Haters’ll spike it Voicing opinions but holding laryngitis See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law Track em down like the subway when they sub-par Sub-zero everytime I jump in the synagogues Send the angels, send the God I can make you look hard, I know I just let the thoughts take its toll More sentences than level four yard, Bogard Go hard, black tar, concrete, Tom Vick times Papi Mason times 3 Uncle Toms need Tums to stomach atomic bombs Or die from my Wizardry RZA, GZA, Method Man I’m a Killer Bee, killer! Be killed, make your embassy yield This is not your cup of tea, and oh They say waters run deep, dive in, Bermuda triangles And you will see us, we must leave dust behind Emcee’s duck, deduct, revenue declined When we touch down like a Running Back’s grind Can you keep up or keep away for keepsake And fuck! We must leave dust behind Emcee’s duck, deduct, revenue declined When we touch down like a Running Back’s grind Can you keep up, you keep a safe for keepsake That aint safe - Bluh!

Im wakin up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust Im breathin in the chemicals Im breaking in, shaping out, checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive I raise my flags, dye my clothes Its a revolution, I suppose Well paint it red for the blood that rose Whoa Im breakin in, shapin up Checkin out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse Whoa Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive All systems go, the sun it hasnt died Deep in my bones, straight from inside Bury me alive, bury me with pride Bury me with berries, that forbidden fruit and cherry wine Thank you berry much, but tonights my night and Im Barry Bonds Swingin for the fences, barbaric Kendrick in idle time Everything in lifes subject to change, change whip, change grind Change clothes, change opinions, right before I change my mind I dont really know yah business, been in there since I was bendin Lego blocks Now you tell the world about me, dry snitch Tater tots on my shotgun, now I gotta pop one at the stars Skys the limit, I gotta finish as the first rapper on Mars Mark my word, Ima make my mark, even when they start their Martial Law Even when these Martians alienate, my mental state is still at heart Lord, look in my eyes, tell me I died, tell me I tried, to compromise Tell me you love me, tell me that I, dont really care and can barely decide Wishin good luck on my enemies, all of my energy go to the almighty God I could drown in a bottle of Hennessy, with no amenities, Im gettin better with time Yeah! Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Can you feel me with time, can you feel me Can you feel me with time, can you Hey Can you feel me with time Oh Can you feel me with time, can you Can you feel me with time, can you feel me Can you feel me with time Radioactive, radioactive

Watch how I kill em with the funky rhythm Rappers I babysit em like soap operas they are my children You dealing with the most phenomenon My style raw like Madonna on, PCP B-I-G, Frank White used to rock hand me down air nikes Now I style proper, i gotta Be laced in linen thats Versace Polo fleeces, my bitches in Vicky secrets Dom Perignon to carry on the festivities Cristal when the sun go down Anybody wanna touch me, the gun go blaow It gets ugly, like New York momma, who want drama? Biggie drop bombs like Osama, my bank account What can i say? comma comma, comma Kami-kaze, snap shots at you like papparazzi Definition, Junior Mafia, ? Kick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was Dot, dont hit me no more Kick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was Punch, dont hit me no more Its Punch people, on a quest for the root of evil Tread softly, death row is where the Ruger leave you Im no shooter, but you know my people Blood pressure get to boilin, you know black people They got them 44s, Macs, them Eagles Pack them in the back of a Reagle, and come clap your people Ride the track like a Mack truck on diesel, mattafact I dont rap, i just do it for my people Its so easy, treat the flow like a freethrow Tryna take me out my zone, watch me let three go Im 36, old, speak with eses, kilos Icicle flow, yeah, Im so below zero Kick in the door if you try and play the hero 20 like the heat, you ? casino Kick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was Dot, dont hit me no more Kick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was Punch, dont hit me no more I dont worry bout none of you rappers Most of yall talking practice, actors like Denzel Until you trapped in a lion den with stake Under your chin, oh well, shouldnt play with Big Poppa 357 over my boxers Magnum, tell the doctor I shot ya, ugh Toe tag em, crack with purple tops, we bag em House licks, we ski mask em, baby baby Let me get it, let me sink my teeth in it Put you niggas in a cobra clutch,with no submission Its to the death, to the endin Push you to your final destination, hurry up, your casket waiting, who told you put a thought together ? You brainstormin, I control the weather, im thinking sunshine

Bumpin N.W.A., smokin chronic, sippin on gin and juice Back in 2001, I was smoking on the chronic, too Now I need a Detox, yeah, yeah, yeah We cant do the same things that we used to Nah, nah, oh nah I remember growin up, lil Dogg Pound pup Bumpin G Thang, mixin gin and juice in my cup And all I knew was N.W.A Eazy, Yella and Ren, Ice Cube and Dre Big Snoop, Warren G, Nate Dogg and Rage Kurupt and Daz, RBX, the original gang Tray Deee, D.O.C., I can go on for days D.P.G.C., this the way I was raised, ayy When mothafuckin 2Pac was the shit Specially when he was rockin on the Docs shit Killa Cali where it all started A legacy, me, Im just happy to be a part of it This West shit is history in the makin This here is the next step, Californias best kept Scoe the mac, Im a Y.A gangsta rider I remember South Central L.A, we wanna Bumpin N.W.A., smokin chronic, sippin on gin and juice Back in 2001, I was smoking on the chronic, too Now I need a Detox, yeah, yeah, yeah We cant do the same things that we used to Nah, nah, oh nah I remember when it all started On Alondra, in that small apartment Burgundy carpet and SEGA cartridges Poppa flickin blunt ashes all on his garments Momma off a wine cooler, Magic Johnson played Jordan I was only four but its like I heard it before House party crackin off of the music Doctor record And according to my awareness I was more than coherent A cold listener, mockin that shit like a parrot My cousins kickin up dust, Crippin, their flag, wear it Round their hand like a mitten, aim and use it for leverage Shittin on Compton sheriffs like Fuck the Police Woofers and gold Rollies, every swap meet should know me Cause I copped every record that dropped, dropped a dub Just to hear Doc drop a jewel for the sake of hip-hop Whoever thought the moment I seen you on bullets for Cali Love 15 years later youd be savin my life, what? Bumpin N.W.A., smokin chronic, sippin on gin and juice Back in 2001, I was smoking on the chronic, too Now I need a Detox, yeah, yeah, yeah We cant do the same things that we used to Nah, nah, oh nah

Yeah, thats cool Thirty two shots in the clip of his thirty fours a little nigga with heart Frustrated with being broke while I was climbing the charts Penitentiary chancin and dancin with suicide is connoisseurs, love to eat on our tribe Homie I got love for him Angel on angel dust, I used to thug for him Took me on my first mission, transition Good kid turned rapper, pay attention This is deeper than you think Right after my admission inside the game, asked him bout whats his name We brushed it off as a joke as we watched her get off the stage Music award for all of the nominee I was promised to win, he was promised to leave With all the favorite accessories The ones the big budget videos had especially Just a shadow in the dark, blendin in with all the industry friends So guess this is where the story begins, J Incredible, what!

Lyrics from Snippets ...always right And love your mother, shes the reason why were both alive Thats right, my little butterfly, butterfly, you got a long way to go Darling, just take it slow ...wonder if theres only a frame Its whats inside, that heart following love in those veins I still see Johnny... My little brotha, we evolve, we evolve like Butterfly, butterfly, you got a long way to go Darling, just take it slow

On my momma, Im a get money all day All night, somethin like 24/7, on my momma Im a stay fresh all day, all night, somethin like 24/7 On my momma, Im a pull up Hop out with two of them Top Models Haters gon hate, but before the ice grill, say, Stop Look at my motherfuckin wheels Theyll say its bizack for the first time Young boy rhyme like 87 Rakim, locked in my own world No fire hydrant can water down me though Im a tyrant on Swizz beats, its kind of ironic Roll up the chronic tree, Hennessy, lets see, can you get like me? White tee, L.A. fitted, roamin the backstreet Back trunk, chopper clap back at me Girls get skeet-skeet on like Little John BME, I dont save em, even with coupons Usually I kick game like modern-day Bruce Lee Raw heat, never paranoid when ridin on deep-dish rims Fly as Clark Kent, invade the black like a martian Then say, Pardon me, no, pardon my arrogance If you dont learnt else about I Then, motherfucker, you better know this On my momma, you want to look at my wheels, huh? On my momma, you want to know how it feel, huh? To get like me, makin them dollar bills, huh? Pull up, hop out wit my appeal, huh? On my momma, she lookin to pop a pill, huh? On my momma, she lookin to get a thrill, huh? She want to go home, get that punani killed, huh? Face down, ass up, she know the drill, huh? I got a couple of soldiers ready to ride, huh? It pop off the club, we finna leave outside, huh? We see you duckin and dodgin, flippin to hide, huh? On my momma, you play round and lose your life, huh? Im funky-fresh all night, huh? Smokin that chronic, high as a kite, huh? Drinkin that brown bottle on site, huh? Been pimpin, baby, swear I dont lie, huh? Look at my motherfuckin wheels Look at my motherfuckin wheels Look at my motherfuckin wheels Look at my motherfuckin wheels You aint got to front, homie Look at my motherfuckin wheels Or look at me, look at my motherfuckin wheels I said, You aint got to front, homie Look at my motherfuckin wheels Or look at me, look at my motherfuckin wheels I aint gon lie bout it

These are questions and answers about Kendrick Lamars new album untitled unmastered. The contest was conducted over Twitter on March 9th, 2016 at 6 PM PST.Question #1:Whos Evenly Odd?Answer: Both Sides of Me. In untitled 06 | 06.30.2014, Cee-Lo Green sings Im bizarre, avant-garde/Both sides of me are evenly odd. The Winner: @M0CHAH0NTAS.Question #2:What is Power?Answer: Pussy. In untitled 03 | 05.28.2013., Kendrick raps Pussy is power, fuck on a new bitch every night. The Winner: @dvrrxll.Question #3:What did Kendrick Confess?Answer:I Lost a Lot of Love For Missionary.In ​untitled 02 | 06.23.2014., Kendrick says Palisade views with some sex/I lost a lot of love for missionary/This the first time I confess. The Winner: @HoopGod1K.Question #4:Whos on the Intro to Untitled 01?Answer:Bilal.In ​untitled 01 | 08.19.2014., Bilal, who has worked with Kendrick before, starts off the project with the words Come here, girl/Oh, you want me to touch you right there?. The Winner: @fari_supercinco.Question #5:Why Do They Go Wrong?Answer:A Blessing Takes So Long.In ​untitled 08 | 09.06.2014., Kendrick says But when a blessing takes long, thats when you go wrong. The Winner: @latinsass.Question #6:What Do I Ride In?Answer:Impalas.In ​untitled 07 | 2014-2016, Kendrick raps Me dont want problems . The Winner: @JamarzOnMarz.Question #7:Whats On The Dashboard?Answer:Bible.This ones unclear. In ​untitled 05 | 09.21.2014., Kendrick says I got 100 on my dash, got 200 in my trunk/Name in the grab bags, put my Bible in the trunk. The Winner: @ErinWells24.Question #8:Whos Misleading?Answer: The Government.In ​untitled 04 | 08.14.2014., SZA sings They say the government mislead the youth, youth, youth, youth. The Winner: Taylor Merrifield.

As my mind drift Then split, like the middle of a spliff I began to catapult off the cliff Of the unknown, I got a feeling in my funny bone That were not the same, just antonyms of a different age My soul flock, with the carefree Words of the wise, I spoke a hundred times like a Goldie L-M-F-A-O. I hate yall, but I spread love like mayo Then spread slugs My brain matter Is a brain fatter See my vision Or my visionll stare at ya This is the future if I say so Yall copping fitted caps Im about to go and cop a halo The God of rap and I mean it I play kickball with Mars And marbles with Pluto and Venus Witness the genius I interact with the inner city villains That are into your circle Like a computer hack Then give you that

Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us Artillery got a gun for every letter In the alphabet while your family in pajamas Ill be stepping in your house like Alpha Beta Gamma I’m creeping Got a dorm something decent Fuck a fist fight the shells bubble If its beef got the desert double Still got the work in the duffle Eat sleep, shit, breathe, Hustle The game bang russell simmons Gun tucked under the linen V12 stock engine Don’t worry he’ll be dead in a minute 59 seconds past then I let them shots blast And I do it quicker than a horny 8 grey class And sit them in the water like Alcatraz Don’t bother with the god mc Godfather, build big dro like Rasta, ya bumbaclot You got chickens we raid ya spot Kick in your door waving’ the 4 4 Let it blow like a Chicago snow storm Even if its 20 below still bear arms Jay rock, K Dot nigga piss yo pants California let me see those hands We don’t stop, Ingle wood we won’t stop It’s compton in the house K-Dot Jay rock nigga shit your drawers 2 deep g rob in your honda accord Squeezed off on em paramedics tried CPR And 3/4s of his heart the young boy coughed on em Who Shot ya ? 5th sing like Sinatra These hollow tips we call em heart stoppers partner Red and black impala ride street like patrollie’s Coached by OG’s to stay low-key Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T My pockets bo key Middle fingers up to the compton police I’m a threat to the law and your flow got too much baking soda pa It’s pissing your fiends off they be like “now raw?” I’m outta here K-Dot got that powder for years So focused we aim straight 4 shots will knock off 6 braids Been doing this since sixth grade You wack niggas need first aid Got me twisted like dreads, I run money with two legs Jay rock, K Dot nigga piss yo pants California let me see those hands South Central we don’t stop, East LA we won’t stop Jay rock, K Dot nigga piss yo pants California let me see those hands South Central we don’t stop, East LA we won’t stop Its 08 let me tell you what they tryna do clone humans I’m so dope, they want me as two What are you doing, respect you more if you called it a truce But we burn white flags, so its probably no use They tell me we hot, I’m looking like who? Probably in heaven is the only time you couldn’t show me some proof Until then keep stepping’ while I act a animal in the booth You looking at the one man sitting zoo, Pity the fool thats denying the truth I’m the word like bible study you heard class is over my toddlers Top Dawg Enterprise You went for ? get sprayed like insectiscide Count hundred dollar bills for exercise No money printer, just paper splinters Yeah you hating ass niggas cry a river Jay rock, K Dot nigga piss yo pants California let me see those hands Carson we don’t stop, Longreach we won’t stop Jay rock, K Dot nigga piss yo pants California let me see those hands Watts we don’t stop, East Oakland we won’t stop,

They see me going big, Im making it Im getting money now but people think Im changing Now Im just celebrating that we finally made it You dont like, you dont like what I do They see me going big, Im making it Im getting money now but people think Im changing Now Im just celebrating that we finally made it You dont like, you dont like what I do Look, this isnt entertainment , I aint no entertainer This is your education, learn not to be a hater Moving up like elevators getting close to my destination Hand this vest and Ill detonate em Blow up something, thats stress relieving Im in a world where the money makers get the pleasures So all the pretty girls will fuck you if youre spinning cheddar I mean the pussy good, but I feel success is better The best defense are friends who love you when they felt the pressure Pressing up and they go compressed and now Im part of their conversations See my life as less complicated, theyre contemplating my conversation my place dont waste my time cause I aint done celebrating I never thought itd feel this good to say we finally made it They see me going big, Im making it Im getting money now but people think Im changing Now Im just celebrating that we finally made it You dont like, you dont like what I do And I swear this shit feel like my birthday Hub City my birthplace uh Youd rather roll over than live in a blizzard, or die in an earthquake This could be a catastrophe, no one got the audacity To show blasphemy, to the god of rap, nigga I go back like an artifact And I got my weight up, all is fat is brought to you by Kendrick and the all-mighty eye, HiiiPower And I tower, over yall like Im 12 feet tall, every hour Im real fast, supersonic Brace yourself, orthodontics Orthopedics, I collect, your bones, if I need it Mars Venus, thats the planets, I go to when I wanna be organic Earth place too fake ha touche Unguarded every time you pump fake uh Pump brakes uh, nah, never that cant wait nah Im living by the G-code nah mean, killin rappers til they break uh None, of, yall, ball, like, I, do, every time I slide through My pimpin just remind you that They see me going big, Im making it Im getting money now but people think Im changing Now Im just celebrating that we finally made it You dont like, you dont like what I do They see me going big, Im making it Im getting money now but people think Im changing Now Im just celebrating that we finally made it You dont like, ohhh See Im, staring at the world in my rear view trying to get a clear view heaven only knows what Ive been through Barely on my toes are a tissue, trying to get a hold of my world is an issue Show my potential, know that Im here to beat If you orderin b, Im comin with speed to crush every dream and your is true They only really start to hatin when they go against you Im easy to get at , Im hard to get to Life said pick a number, any number to describe the feeling Im selling four down, bout 15 hundred yeah They see me going big, Im making it Im getting money now but people think Im changing Now Im just celebrating that we finally made it You dont like, you dont like what I do They see me going big, Im making it Im getting money now but people think Im changing Now Im just celebrating that we finally made it You dont like, you dont like what I do

Smoking weed with you Cause you taught me to Fuck Black hippy nigga, I invented the recipe Its a beautiful day I guess For a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess Pretty Chick let me see them breast E.T. OG from the weed clinic Solo but Im never alone I stay high and Im powerful Westside I got three eyes man I see yall All I do is kill shit ICU Party with a few girls at USC Its 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off Im getting topped off, Top Dawg Women, weed, and weather what more can I say To live and die in LA Spend a week on Venice beach Im 2Pac and Biggie Smalls Every morning nigga I get blazed, aye Women, weed, and weather nigga if you bored come and join the wave, aye Girl what is your name cause Im feeling your frame, can I see what you bout, uh A little something in your rear, little something in your mouth, little something on your couch, uh Know what Im talking about, Bring the coffin out Cause I killed it, I done drilled it She said she like it from the back like a real bitch, uh She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried Yo I cant reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes But when you got the recipe its no surprise Bad hoes panties get left behind, I want your behind You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown Im forever living Women, weed and weather women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Dont it sound clever, come and play What more can I say? Welcome to LA My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him Some, three Ws only for a three day run, bitch Take them motherfuckin panties off, you aint no. nun, shit I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control Let it breathe, I control, California living til I am old You want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts She in the coupe, she in the Neon cause she on the BS before we can start Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, let em know the priority order me Hennessy and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees Boy hes on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they mark Pretty bitches and tire marks, let em inhale them pipe exhausts Let em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice No way hell no, uh uh, if Im wrong I dont wanna be right We want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts Women, weed, weather, its not my fault That its 82 degrees and my top peeled off You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown Im forever living Women, weed and weather women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Dont it sound clever, come and play What more can I say? Welcome to LA Jay Rock got the recipe, Fly hoes wanna roll I guess Everybody know I got that Yola Ask Keisha shell confess I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she aint got on no make up, uh Medicated, please my nigga no telling where the high gonna take us, uh Three ws, Im at the w, She got double Ds bout to bring trouble through OG, Hennessy get their panties wet, Im trying to dive in the swimming pool Left stroke, right stroke, whats the best stroke That stroke can smoke all down her throat And we blows all kinds of dro Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown Im forever living Women, weed and weather women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Dont it sound clever, come and play What more can I say? Welcome to LA

Oh hey Oh, oh hey Oh, oh, oh hey Uh oh, uh oh Wasted And the more I drink the more I think about you Oh no, no, I cant take it Baby every place I go reminds me of you Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange, they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know The way I used to love you, oh And every time I go out, yeah I hear it from this one, I hear it from that one That you got someone new Yeah, I see but dont believe it Even in my head youre still in my bed Maybe Im just a fool Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange, they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know The way I used to love you, oh No more “please stop” No more hashtag bood up screenshots No more tryin make me jealous on your birthday You know just how I made you better on your birthday, oh Do he do you like this, do he woo you like this? Do he lay it down for you, touch your poona like this? Matter fact, never mind, well let the past be May be his right now, but your bodys still me, woah I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know

Visions of Gandhi Baldly Staring at me They put his face on the money to show him smiling happy Capitalism, I cant hold on for very long So place your visions on paper im getting very shabby Godly speaker, play messiah, Holy Swiggy, Pass a beaker, Place a order... Hallelujah to the very greedy From the Back i Boo They Say that im very wrong My five senses of fuck you are going very strong Touch my middle finger Curse with my breath The sight of a sinner, hear the footsteps of death My heated arguments, make your book shelfs to melt And in the pursuit of taste, serve yourself instead You see im Brahmin, man i never heard a pistol But my ancestors got the Pig Fat cartridges to bite into Buddist Laws forbid you You kinda miss the issue The British came convinced you for the trade They took your tissue Like you Slaves!! Slaves to Hii Power Slaves!! Slaves to Hii Power Slaves to your MRS Food for though bitches Everybody Slaves, we fall for those riches

Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit it, ya bish? Home invasion was persuasive From nine to five I know it’s vacant, ya bish Dreams of livin life like rappers do Back when condom wrappers wasnt cool I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond Let It Burn came on Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Park the car, then we start rhymin, ya bish The only thing we had to free our mind Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs You lookin like a easy come-up, ya bish A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish And thats a lifestyle that we never knew Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That’s just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That’s just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That’s just how I feel Dreams of livin life like rappers do Bump that new E-40 after school You know, “Big Ballin With My Homies” Earl Stevens had us thinkin rational Back to reality, we poor, ya bish Another casualty at war, ya bish Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head He said one day Ill be on tour, ya bish That Louis Burger never be the same A Louis belt will never ease that pain But Ima purchase when that day is jerkin Pull off at Churchs, with Pirellis skirtin Gang signs out the window, ya bish Hopin all of em offend you, ya bish They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gon crash it when nobodys home It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with Thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich Thats just how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Uh, Whats on a young niggas mind ya bish Benjamins and killing time ya bish The quickest way to make the quickest pay Even if its doing crime ya bish Dreams of livin life like rappers do But for now I guess this sack will do They told em money the root of all evil He hugged the devil the moment he seen em It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with Thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich Thats just how I feel

Jay Rock, K. Dot Watts City finest, and the Hub City threat LB I see you my nigga Lets go Im trying to get cash, quick fast In the back shes a With past of Trinidad plenty hash up in the stash When you got gangsta black up in the back room When I walk back, more vicious than wildcats I would have swallowed that Nickerson Garden projects gain the profit Of my lyrical content Build a monument Gotta put a clip to your conscience Watch this, pull up on your block in a stick-shift Pop six, watch you fall just from the fifth hit The spliff lit, when Im high cant I spit sick First round, number one draft on shit Got the mind of a chief, the heart of a soldier With a rifle got a hell of a range like rover And the fight, got a hell of a strike like vipers When the gat, got a hell of a aim like snipers You wanna act tough Lets see if you really are, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, nigga lets go Bring the drama, thats on my momma You dont wanna rumble Jay Rock Ill put you under (You wanna act tough Let me see if you really hard, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, nigga lets go Bring the drama, thats on my momma You dont wanna rumble K. Dot will put you under) Since VapoRubs moms got my Nyquizzle I was just a scrub now its all about the bizzles Trying to make a buck slinging weed and E pizzles My nigga hit me up, and as far the stizzle Ill eat your ass up show you how a bullet fizzle Get your ass touched one hand on your whizzle The other on the clutch, my middle finger up Shit Im not giving a fuck Catch me on Rosecrans and Central leanin like Im supposed to My brain is mental a nigga stay focused Plus Im in the hood with the hood rats and roaches Caught crack, and served a three-fifth on my culture Desert Eagle on me these niggas acting like vultures I aint dying homie I swear that your thoughts is bogus Keep the iron on me Ill crease you flat if you approach us Acting how you act you gone get some out of that holster You wanna act tough Lets see if you really are, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, nigga lets go Bring the drama, thats on my momma You dont wanna rumble Jay Rock Ill put you under (You wanna act tough Let me see if you really hard, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, nigga lets go Bring the drama, thats on my momma You dont wanna rumble K. Dot will put you under) Im a Watts living soldier nigga I aint running, Ima stand my ground Ima keep on gunning My momma never raised a punk, nigga I aint a chump You disrespect youll be on my thump Ghetto kill, make you lift up You dont wanna get struck Like a match, got a back Thatll break a shit bruh I attack with a Mac, thatll tear your shit up Now the paramedics gotta come and make that pick up Dog, I hit your block in a pick-up Jay Rock Im me, a lion, a man, a I do it by myself, with a hook and an uppercut Doctor got a stitch you up Nigga are you real or what Im a little guy but Im tough I hit hard then Im natural You a dead man when my gat bust If you running nigga better run a little faster These bullets like Heinz oh yeah theyll catch ya You wanna act tough Lets see if you really are, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, nigga lets go Bring the drama, thats on my momma You dont wanna rumble Jay Rock Ill put you under (You wanna act tough Let me see if you really hard, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, nigga lets go Bring the drama, thats on my momma You dont wanna rumble K. Dot will put you under)

Lyrics from Snippet Give it no thought, the people is pressed The feeling is gone , pull up at the church Pull up to the bar and look at the— Fuck the county , fuck the law Fuck who doubt me Fuck the leeches, fuck the industry around me Fuck your pro- -ch Vent, vent Vent, vеnt

Damn girl looking good in your baby phat You got an ass a skinny nigga could handle that Look I aint T-Pain I dont love strippers I might buy em a drank if that ass thicker Look I’m a hustler I like to get the cash quicker And I don’t settle for less I’m not no ass kisser I’m the ladies man bring your lady friends I’mma bring my niggas and we can get it in She like to pop pills, I like to pop steel And leave a bitch ass nigga with a doctor bill You fully load ma you don’t need Dr. Phil I got this Mary Jane shit ease your mind forreal Lets take a trip to my apartment Take a lil shot of patron get it started You fuckin’ with a gangster tonight so say goodbye to the waynester type You with the Rock Let me tell y’all something I seen this bitch right she fine than a motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up I take her home though, fucked and got off, pitbull type Now do I love them hoes, hell no Take her to the swap meet before Melrose Benihana, more like like Top Ramen noodles Champagne no sweet Kool-Aid made by Sherane Send her back to her boyfriend with cum stains I redesign bitches wardrobe All I do is make up something then sit it between her earlobes She thinking no one ever invented clothes Used to hide the camera in the closet Now I’m like I’m doing you a favor to fuck you bitch pose They don’t even want to go to award shows They just wanna award me with hoes Put em on a track like vocals Leave em for a day and they want their master back like the first album by Jay I dash with the dividends no shit if Big Pimpin is a sin then I rather not repent Girl on the phone You know I need my master back like Jay Z first album Okay I got this one girl her name is tity pop her name is what? Her name is tiny pop I met her at USC she’s a good girl

This is special, man. As my guy Mozzy say, you know, God up top all the time—real talk, you know. Hip-hop, man. I said hip-hop. This is a special award because of rap music. This is the thing that got me on the stage. This got me to tour all around the world, support my family and all that. Most importantly it showed me a true definition of what being an artist was. From the jump I thought it was about the accolades and the cars and the clothes. But it’s really about expressing yourself and putting that paint on the canvas for the world to evolve for the next listener, the next generation after that, you know what I’m saying? Hip-hop has done that for me. I got a lot of guys in this building right now that I still idolize to this day: Jay-Z, Nas, Puff, you know. These guys showed me the game through their lyrics, from close and from afar. So with that being said, this trophy to hip-hop, real talk. That’s love, baby. Jay for president!

Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? Jumping on my dick, but this dick aint free An album for a King, another classic CD Ghetto lullaby for every one-day MC Nigga, now R.I.P My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? This shit another blood, another crip Gettin shot in they ribs Over gang warfare, Im gettin dibs On the WFS motherfucker, make him drink his jizz Tellin lies about me when Im tryna make it in the biz Pop open my coke and feel the violеnt fizz Wagyu got me fatter than motherfuckin Dr. Ryz Likе Dunford, Im finna pop a kid I see bag of hash, next thing Im finna place a bid Lay back, jack off in the crib Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? Jumping on my dick, but this dick aint free An album for a King, another classic CD Ghetto lullaby for every one-day MC Nigga, now R.I.P My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? As I lay back, in a Maybach Or properly pronounced Maybach Life hurts more than my back Shout out Sa Vich, my man Been fuckin with women longer than my mans I dropped from the skylands We been gettin high, man Then we break an iPad 13, motherfucker! I just made a finance Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? Jumping on my dick, but this dick aint free An album for a King, another classic CD Ghetto lullaby for every one-day MC Nigga, now R.I.P My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me? I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy

My name is Lucy, Kendrick, you introduced me, Kendrick Usually I don’t do this but I see you and me, Kendrick Lucy give you no worries, Lucy got million stories About these rappers that I came after when they was boring Lucy gon fill your pockets Lucy gon move your mama out of Compton Inside the gi-gantic mansion like I promised Lucy just want your trust and loyalty, avoiding me? Its not so easy when Lucy know you love your Father Im Lucy, I loosely heard prayers on your first album, truly Lucy dont mind, cause at the end of the day youll pursue me Lucy go get it, Lucy not timid, Lucys up front Lucy got paperwork on top of paperwork, I want... You to know that Lucy got you—all your life I watched you And now you all grown up to sign this contract, if that’s possible I ride shotgun with a shotgun, I ride shotgun with a shotgun I ride shotgun with a shotgun, Jesus take the wheel I ride shotgun with a shotgun, I ride shotgun with a shotgun I ride shotgun with a shotgun, I ride shotgun with a shotgun Jesus take the wheel

Yeah Punch whats happening brother? Niggas be poppin that shit to me like its something new to me or something, I tell em bout I tell a nigga quick, that shit just a rerun to me nigga Ive been doing this shit since vanguard brother Antonio whats happening with it? Niggas hatin on me but hop right on my dick soon as they see me Soon as they see me they be like What up Dot? Thats what they tell me every second around the clock Every time I clock in, rappers checking they watch Studio paid for, hours unlimited Assholes, how many MCs I knock off they payroll How many God MCs I knock off they halo Hip-hop aint dead, consumers changed up Rappers love to see gold like the end of a rainbow I stay low like my socks under my ankles Play the back like a turtle shell, know well That my team got me if I ever slack on my shit So I fail, guess what? I dont even trip Just like that, crush your little battle raps, punchlines I did that in 99 you think its a gold mine When you think of one, you think you hot but I think you done Like Queens New York slang, look what the killer brung Machine guns to a fight, fucking right Pay your bills or Im turning out your lights, good night I shatter niggas dreams, thinking they the West Coast kings Till I drop like visine Tell a nigga quick it aint always what it seems Like the stitching on swap meet jeans Im itching to scratch a whack rapper, gun clapper Snuff him like a rude capper, got a cool bladder, but Im pissed off At ya The real is back Fuck the artificial, wont you let the realers rap They scribble in they notebooks, me I state facts Safe estate, they know where the best be at Whenever I ask, Body any nigga that wanna holla my name And what, no cuts, this is Top Dawg gang What the fuck, everybody else, pull your panties up Nigga said hed snatch my chain in the streets, what chain? I barely wear jewelry, so I ever had one You barely see it on me, and if I ever had a gun You wouldnt know its on me, so snatch it and then you done Im in the studio just sipping on Parmesan Thinking about who could fuck with Kenny and parlor sons I live this shit, try stop me, you wont live to shit Probably catch four between your abdomen Next time you see me, dont ask me who Im collabing with Between me and you, some of the new West is actresses New hate activists, lowkey cant stand our shit But still we continue to drink laxatives Cold blooded, make the label hand me your budget This is mine dont touch , did I stutter? Catch two, cats knew, I been a gorilla, welcome to the zoo Yup, you little monkeys know what it do Come test me The real is back Fuck the artificial, wont you let the realers rap They scribble in they notebooks, me I state facts Safe estate, they know where the best be at Whenever I ask, Body any nigga that wanna holla my name And what, no cuts, this is Top Dawg gang What the fuck, everybody else, pull your panties up Dayum, you killin em K-Dizzle And if you dont kill em then you send em to hospitals Sleeping on a reclined bed with a thin pillow Im with a white bitch, ass like a black widow Bet I jumble to the end of my lifeline So when I die, you can say I balled for a long time The 08 Frankenstein, beast like Sasquatch Feet size thirty-six, steppin on Hip-Hop cause thats my bitch I write a rhyme, then she ride my dick The girl is mine, I dont know that hoe that you with You niggas know this, Im way better than Ive ever been So focused, like a sniper when he zoom in Whats your motives? I bet its to go against Or like the GT get your bitch ass bit, all on these streets Im the all mighty K, Compton Rep it till my very death day, let the reaper in his face And recite every song from N.W.A I pay homage for those great who paved the way Wait, back to the subject of whos and who doesnt Do what I do, bluffin until I touch em Like a masseuse do, nothing compares to me But the throne, so tell em bring the chair to me Im a red bullet, small nigga But I handle yall niggas like Im eight feet tall Nigga

Dropped 40 for a Glock 40 thats a hood discount Thats an accessory gun, sesemy seed buns For the beef yall brung, yall done fucked up Fucked with the wrong fuck up Ive been a nut since pops fucked moms Fucked up in the head, Im living, but Im brain-dead Life goes on and you dont need a psychic in order to read my palm Niggasll get you first where Im from Thats why I Creep on em, I creep on em, I creep on em Niggas play cool, put the heat on em Make the temperature reach the highest peak on em I said you dont need a pyschic in order to read my palm

I got a bone to pick I dont want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers Sittin in my throne again Im mad , but I aint stressin True friends, one question Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin Queen Kunta, everybody wanna and get somethin Kunta, black man taking no losses Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin Queen Kunta, everybody wanna and get somethin Kunta, black woman taking no losses The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be I got a bone to pick I dont want you nappy-headed motherfuckers Sittin in my throne again Im mad , but I aint stressin True friends, one question Bitch, where you when I was walkin? The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be The yam is the power that be

Im lookin at the flashy lights and wonder - the price and number Enticed by the glamorous ice, I wanna Unite with the Hollywood twice, my concert, ll look like yours And I wanted more than I could ever imagine even a kicked-down door So you can hear that Im rapping, see, I can hear encore Struck by the fame bug, been fightin the same drug The feelin that caned us in vain, its tough love Please help me, please help me Im on my knees, please help me, need you to tell me Aint nothing bigger than you, I thought a Benz would do But nothin bigger than you, aint nothin bigger than truth And truth be told, the totem pole Of non-believers just made the cattle blow But I can see ya, even when my visions impaired Youre many moons away, but still youre right here You won’t find him drinking under tables Rolling dice or staying out ’til three You won’t ever find him be unfaithful You will find him, you’ll find him next to me You won’t find him tryna change the devil For money, fame, for power out of greed You wont ever find him where the rest go You will find him, you’ll find him next to me Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo You will find him, you’ll find him next to me When the money’s spent and all my friends have vanished And I can’t seem to find no help or love for free I know that there’s no need for me to panic Cause I’ll find him, I’ll find him next to me When the skies are grey and all the doors are closing And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe When all I need’s a hand to stop the tears from falling I will find him, I’ll find him next to me Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo I will find him, I’ll find him next to me When the end has come and buildings falling down fast When we’ve spoilt the land and dried up all the sea When everyone has lost their heads around us You will find him, you’ll find him next to me Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo You will find him, you’ll find him next to me Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo Next to me – wooh hooo You will find him, you’ll find him next to me

x16 We Get High Johnny always lock a nigga down Knowing damn well we dont wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac In his prime, thug life is now on radar Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing when the LA Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncles dome And I dont condone dickriding, Im addicted to Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion Trying, and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit Compton!, a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, never T.V. screened that shit Cant block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit Smoking, choking, always rollin something I dont need a key to start my car bitch, I just push a button Did a show and got a half a mill and spent it like its nothing Money flowing, never sober Smoking till I got concussions, no discussions Man I got a condo and got a big crib Pounds all over my kitchen is If I aint on the road gettin it Then Im in the hood where my niggas live Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound bout to finish it Now all my pasta got shrimp in it You talk about and Im living it Fucking little bitch

I cant be faded Im the nigga from the motherfucking I cant be faded Im the nigga from the motherfucking street Its so much drama in the bottom of Watts Kinda hard bein jay motherfuckin rock Gains cop from bitch niggas that wanna see me flop It aint happening captain wait till my album drop More money, more hoes, of course more haters When you see, they gon hate you I cant be faded, cant be seen Yea the thangs a blow Til your head, lord knows where your brains will go Trigger finger itchy Rollin with killas that leave a 6 in your wig piece Going against me thats blasphemy Im a blood, got crips thatll blast for me Nigga you know my gang, its tighter than blood nigga I got some because im hot like a slug nigga Walk up in the club with the slug, chained a bitch Flexed up then, them thangs will spit nigga You better duck when I aim the shit I cant be faded, I am the shit Jay Rock I cant be faded Im the nigga from the motherfucking I cant be faded Im the nigga from the motherfucking street Went from flipping monkey on bars Gang-banging, caine slanging now Im chilling with stars Grew apart, got the hood on my back From L.A to the bay, West Coast we bringing it back Make way, I got the base in the trunk of my car Middle finger to laws All I gotta say is fuck em all I blaze a pound for them niggas behind bar Free my nigga Poodamey Homie just stand tall My nigga two ts the bitch killer Im Jay motherfucking Rock you can call me the snitch killer Them bitch niggas think they got big balls Come test the board, get smoked like the menthol Im more 55 on tracks of heavy weight I got gats that make your ass levitate I got raps thatll make your ass stutter me I got tapped how your bitch loving me I cant be faded, thats why Im the most hated Im the motherfucking hoes favorite I cant be faded Im the nigga from the motherfucking I cant be faded Im the nigga from the motherfucking street

Welcome to the story of my life, Miseducation of Kendrick Stressin, Hennessy shots, throw em back like its vintage Wondering can I live? Where is the generosity? Something just gotta give, tryna stay positive My mode is to be a mogul Searching for a dollar without compromising my vocals Really Im just a noble Kid from the west side of Compton My cousins was selling crack, while I played Sonic You say that you grinding, you niggas is full of shit And might need a Heimlich Maneuver to throw up what you consume My shine is bright enough to make a dead flower bloom In a room full of curtains Im for certain that Im certainly popping a pistol verbally And never will I get shot, ya aim is all fucked up As if a Sidekick dropped Im nice wit it, bro-bro My peeps depending on me, we be where the stove go Lets eat British lay em down, thanks for the fuckin bank William Wallace Malatov blonde shank to sprank You cold in the D well Im like Frank and Dank But when the whiskeys all free ima break the tank I speak an amazing maze To make a mason maybe need a matron Hey, my sonics bless ya drums like a patron saint In Section 80 they all talking like you reppin crazy Blood Type O positively, yeah my records rabies Been there, done that, aint got the scars to match Beware, these boys shoot flares and pull masks Got gas, spread the mustard on the custard Vanilla muthafuckers up and droppin by the numbers She jackin up my lumber, I aint even say I love her Piss blood on these bitches tryna keep me ground under Hunger games with lames, now I drive in my own lane Ever since supporters started tatting the frames, MAYDAY YEAH...yo So many try to Dr. Jekyll and hide And try to cover the side That I could show you in pride They try smoking the line, then try sniffin the joint If rap is about the money these niggas missin the point I cant, stand bias from people who never stand by us I got a feeling for killing innocent stand-byers I give a fuck if we could float ya boat Its Blood Type, nigga cut ya throat Im done, BAH....Chiefer I said be grateful and give some thanks And he said man, for what? I been outta my luck cuz I been stuck And plus Im broke as fuck So shut up and pack it up or take it elsewhere Get a nigga off this welfare, with some healthcare Can you help there? He thought he deserved and had the nerve to kick the blame to me But strange to see how it came to be This game just aint the same to me And I aint gon sympathize or look in his eyes And tell no lies So I said FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD THE TRUTH BURNS, BETTER RECOGNIZE We have yet to see.... Where these roads will lead So we take what we want And give thanks when we receive We have yet to see Tomorrow may not be So we take what we want And give thanks when we receive

Yo like I was sayin though, I pull up to the chick house Nigga be like straight cartoon characters No doubt, tasmanian devil Aye, aye, aye man, aye You that dude K. Dot, man? Yeah, yeah man, I heard you from like Compton Like CPT, like deep in there, like in the streets Hol up, hol up, who is yall? Man, Im Johnny Goodfor, and Im from Wisconsin But my man here, he spit that hot fire, you need to hear this, he got that piff Where you from? Thats that piff Im Deran, nigga, D3 is from the east coast, homie What part of the east coast? Nigga Im from Maine Maine? Yeah, east coast From the east coast What, yall spit or somethin? Yeah, he make the beats, and I do the Parappin the rappin You the hype man? I make the beats man Spit somethin Hes the fuckin Jay- Jazzy Pha of this my nigga, nigga do it Hey, lets get away Man, imma get these cars, get these cars Imma spit these bars, spit these bars Wait, hol up, is you serious? [Random Guy} Man, I aint playin, this niggas real, man {Random Guy & Random Rapper} Im the truth! Yes theres rappers in Maine, they been in Maine, we originated from Maine, thats the Tell these- tell these fools Im tellin em These Cali ass niggas Cali, Bali We go to valleys Damn industry niggas

Its still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though Ive grown a lot, cant keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that Im known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when Im on the block Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was The Chronic They want to know if he still got it They say raps changed They wanna know how I feel about it Its Alive Still puffing my leafs Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left aint too much changed Now I done grew up round some people living their life in bottles Granddaddy had the golden flask backstroke every day in Chicago Some people like the way it feels, some people wanna kill their sorrows Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem I was in a dark room, loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon That Imma get fucked up, fillin up my cup, I see the crowd mood Changing by the minute and the record on repeat Took a sip then another sip, then somebody said to me I rap with a Pyrex In the projects Im crack in a pot Im a prospect Im a pirate On a dock full of dope I can dissect any rapper You could vote for the Lochness You can not test no key in a Tesla Bitch, I ride like a freight train parked outside And my young niggas came with the extras, ah x

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They knew he was West Coast when he walked thru the door In all gangbang attire bodies parked on the floor Rag in his back pocket, nigga, dare him to trip Faded and associated with the Bloods and Crips Ask questions if you want to, two to ya dome I stay making donations to the funeral home I gotta aim like a marksman, bet he leave crawlin Afghanistan spitters on anything walkin Nigga known to keep the burner with some extra shots I let my mothafuckin tech play connect the dots Same whores and gang wars, time to settle the score Hit em all with the black talons, leave em dead on the floor You fucking with psycho, like no other With a nine in my pocket and the mind of a hustler Certified riders, Comp-towns finest You should rewind this, warhoggz behind this They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant I dont wanna pop pistols, have something hot hit you Plus Im running from the feds, got kids in block issues What you gon do when yo homies is not with you? Cut out yo eyes, mail em to yo moms in box tissue You are not official, I dont do it less its beneficial Vinnie gonna have to let the semi whistle Have that ass on the ten oclock news Dont get killed for tryna pay dues Stay sinning, always be winning while they lose Roll Benzs, fucking these women off Grey Goose Close your curtains, disconnect your mind Youre soul searching, you talk shit but you wont hurt him Let the fo burn him, so the next time you speak up on me You gon feel it up in your sternum I will never leave, thats just how it is so let it be Before I have to hit you with the Desert Eag I rip the melody, and flip a set of keys I guess its meant to be to have me sailing on the seven seas They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant Ride like its four wheel drive Ride till we forklift the tires Ride and we never get tired, ride on our enemies Crime chemistry got me hemorrhaging blood out my memory Im Ted Bundy if the money exist Al Bundy cause my other hand is gripping my dick, aint nothing funny, bitch Monopolize my prophecy, they watching me thru binoculars Obviously, bitch, Im Pac in these Wallabees Wanna-bes wanna be me, take one of these then take it easy The Lord wants you and Forbes list need me Lord forgive me for my ways, I blame it on how I was raised Inside of a cage, praying with slaves Compton, California, the coroner work for seven days Throughout the week, you might as well leap yourself to a grave Lunges out a bottomless pit, bottles of Hennessy Guzzle another fifth, pop a pill then pop in the clip Pop a shot then circle the block, then you just repeat it again Ammo, reincarnated, Rambo, now tell a friend, motherfucker They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant They say we ignant

So they looking for me They dont know Im waiting on them Right here, Ima sit by the window See they gonna have to get me Yeah, they gonna have to get me Come get me Damn shame, why they let me get a champagne, uh The young can produce thunder, I make black rain, uh Blood stain saw all over his black range, uh Catch him at the lights to turn off his lights mane Life been treating me right so I cant complain, uh Career bout to take flight, G4 plane I stunt niggas growth in this rap shit Suggest you react quick or invest in some globe games Im propane and hard liquor, bow down to who What nigga, toss bullets like flea flickers To the fullest, Ima get it to the core And they tape pictures, yellow tape, stretched out, inches I cant wait like the first day of school Waking up, three in the morning, looking at my shoes But this time around, I be looking are my tool Wiping it down, every other commercial now Hold my mom, its nothing to hurt you Two straps on my side, Im looking like , blaw Did I do that, yes I did I told you the truth, cause no witnesses, Im the truth Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious Shots keep coming like I got three arms Two trigger fingers over one bomb, let it breathe Hm, Im surprise Yall not here yet Plans must have change But Im still here I even let the backdoor open Come on now Kill em, kill em, send em to the morgue Let em fill him with a brimming fluid We aint sorry for nothing We aint tryna play hardcore nothing But you overdid it when you push the button So we caught the USSR, push the button on it Let it blew up a few cars You really dont want it and your homie dont want it neither Shoe string, choke em up, let em get no breather No pressure, black and white, the skies Looking like uncle Fester, poppin up on you guys The .22 fit right between my bitch thighs If you blink once, it be pointing right between your eyes You better off tryna plan your own suicide Cause its nothing, but torture if you want you to die The 745 got weed in it, riding with the .45, times two the speed limit I pop eyes for a that spinach Cut em down to the white meat, have em no skinnin Im not finish until my niggas ate too So any given time they can grace you What you want? Casket, await due My pain in a box is quite more you So they can see the damage done at the wake view Hide em hollow tips, hopscotch on the face you breathe So yall still aint here So I guess theres a first time for everything if yall dont come But Im still here In fact Im still waiting for someone else Punch Yeah, I got the range of a From nine hundred yards by the grass I been walkin See, so dont think I dont see you dudes creepin Reaching for my spot, then spot a niggas breathin A grown man, yall cats barely Lil dudes tryna catch me like they wide receiving Stop it, , custom drop it Thats one point two, minus the roof, dont stop rams Im in the cockpit, windows up, black tint Im not from round here, its like I breathe with an accent Whether you has been, future or present I remove you from your flesh, teach you dudes a lesson Cuse the digression, abuse studio sessions Ima fool on the , the dude, no question Uncomfortable homie, barefoot in the booth Stop and breathe for a second, inhale the truth Breathe niggas Im restless know Yall took to long Maybe next time Or maybe even I come to you Hm, but for know Ima just get my

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta x 5 When I kick it, I kick it as if the beat was my enemy You have thought it was tender me on point like a widow P Got that leverly give them dearies that do what it do Payin a picture like duderline, you aint shit but do do In the city where see me get pointed that damn it you You can hide, you get it if you want to I do karate moves but the crushing tiger just might get broken down by a writer Yeah the passenger hopped out But you got shot by the driver Theres a killer like everywhere So why would you take it there Neighborhood terrorist got the terror when this people scared Thats why my intelligence tell me to keep a banker you Tell me fck you Ill tell you fck you back with my index finger I can flip on some killershit but Id rather keep cool Keep it sober minded try not to be a psy like you Nigga that kale cold attack, Cali on my back till my torso break nigga This is where its at thats gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta x 5 Im so malicious I blow your wicked Make em close as stigiuos, hells kitchen Im blowing dishes This is spoken wisdom as I journey a poe and mission Ima lift it, my flow is gift it She cold with a bow and ribbon the role of riches Low the bisquits lets go to distance Im blow and listen my car how why you with a broken mission They so suspicious, low and vicious with no convictions Juries making their own decisions they want us to go to prison Call adrenaline I got this soul like a poe living And.like Im co-existent to prohibition Im a dressin critics who say these widows the best as spit it Mother of statistics they rap with metaphysics And they yeah simplistic, they stay out as repetition Show some recognition hold your .my pessimistic Best that ever did it, Papoose is the definition Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta x

Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that shit Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that shit When they said a nigga wouldnt amount to shit Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...bitch Broadcasting live from south central Los Angeles Where the babies born scandalous The street I keep my hand in it The gun I keep my hand on it Niggas is going to need bandages If I brandish it ambulances, the chance you make it slim nigga I’m good in the hood cause I motivated them niggas I graduated from dumb hoes and mault liquor To expensive wine and dime bitches Red lining the DB9 like it’s my time pimping Audemar quality time spending And you niggas is borderline bitches That’s my opinion And my niggas is ride or die Aftermath my religion Talk out but I don’t listen Act out and come up missing That click clack pow did it Like Colin Powell did it And I’m so west coast, ok corral with it My new foreign car cant pronounce that shit You fuck around…count that shit Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that shit Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that shit When they said a nigga wouldnt amount to shit Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...bitch Broadcasting live from Compton California where foreigners never come Mothers are worrisome and we dislike the governor I hope these angels can cover us If the LAPD ain’t doing it then it was a cover up Coroners about to cover up everybody I’m serious, every shotty is sawd off And every nigga is militant And your gut like...What? EBT Cards, no credit cant ease cards All my life beed OG aw now my life on the billboard soon Give me room, I react like a wildebeest and Throw salt inside your wound your just diabetes to me Aint shit sweet with these hotels homie That crip shit got my uncle’s life in jail ho So if I put the same line, theyll never forgive me Or worse than that the niggas right around the corner might kill me I’m fighting back when it’s hard what No barber my guards up, the author of fallen fathers that did it without much, this my house nigga Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that shit Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that shit When they said a nigga wouldnt amount to shit Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...bitch

From the very heart of me Belief becomes action And no distractions will take my eyes off the prize Greatness is my goal But theres failure on the way Full of insecurity, self-hate and doubt But what I cant control cant confine me And what I cant do cant stop me This is how I express myself Not how I follow others expectations But how I stay true

How Long you been Banging? I been banging sense 85 On the real this shit aint no gimmick Or no game my nigga! this hit is real live Thruthful type shit my nigga! You know what im saying? On the real my nigga! And I lost a lot of real niggas to this hit Yeah...Coughs You can smell marijuana in every corna From South Central to Arizona You heard the state, the murder rate The killer cali-California Cops get caught outside the Compton court By cold killers like they caught Pneumonia See the 90s was like Pulp fiction Jerry curl juice drippin On 45s when we dumpin on ya Grew up in the slums were we glorify guns & Gain respect by jumpin on corners & Dumping at you, cops just jump in action Trigger happy but nobodys gun is smiling When somebodys son is dying 911 thats who you dialing? Ku Klux Klan that who you dialing? Killers wear blue and move in silence Hear the sirens? Scatter in disarray My blocks been hotter than dinner plates We got beef like a foreman You laying dormant at your wake Real superheroes end in coffins with no capes Me & Kendrick Top Dawg, Dogg Pound, Future rich Shit Picture that with no Instagram, bullet to your temple You better pray that my pistol jams Yeah! Kill kill kill, murder murder murder 8x Killa cali you can try you can die motherfucker! Killa cali you can try you can die motherfucker! Compton Shit! Yeah! Dope Boy I fuck with you nigga! Uh, fuck em all, kill em all off Sent em off to the Holy One Put a hole in one like miniature golf You doubled your profit? Well I see triple like Ricky Ross Hand over the cloth, cloth over gun Gun over your jaw, bullet over your tongue Stick my dick inside hip hop and shorty sprung Every time I get a chance to cum over I overcome Over the snare drum Say who fucking with you if you the God MC? I tell em nun! Get it? I tell em Nun Catholic nor a Christian, holding the book of sums In back of my true religions From the murder capitol niggas cap at your neighbors And never tell you who did it Aiming for your grill like a dentist working on British Teeth if you speak get shot in the mouth bitches Its like that sent shots at a crip or a blood or an Essay Bet they coming right back....RIGHT? Bitch! uh west Scoe Gotti Yeah Gun shots wake me up from a light slumber Another murder what I see when I open my shutters We from the gutter no bread and butter just lead and water Either you bite the bullet or you can die from the hunger The suns getting lower, the corners getting darker Guns getting loaded to slaughter our sons and daughters Its time to get smarter cause times getting harder Every second the unemployment line is getting longer Baby crying and mama she dont know what to do! I know its tragic but in the projects its nothing new Im just kicking it luxury cliquing it Watching the news the shits fucking ridiculous Roll a cigar cup full of codeine Cash in a rubber band pistol in my other hand Killa cali this the realist state most expensive real estate Benz with the dealer plates !

Come on… She wanna roll… Catch me in the cut with a cup of the juice I’m chilling, believe this, I’m Jesus to women They all want to jump in my coupe like a pigeon Smokey on Friday, find me on the highway Middle finger up, not giving a fuck Like a nun who masturbates, congratulate The in my bathub See, my style is a cast of Goldie Mack, super fly, Bumpy Johnson Holding my Johnson when you jump on my dick Because haters always like to jump in the mix Say they can dress but always throwing a fit They must know I got cream when I’m pushing the whip That’s whip cream, use your common sense when listening I strike gold when I roll like a pirate Soulo won’t you call T-Mobile and play the sidekick I’m number one… And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cuz… And you ain’t gotta say my game is on point cuz I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know You ain’t gotta say my game is on point cuz And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cuz.. My game on point like fingers in the courtroom But I ain’t snitching, I’m just winning I’m just twisting high with the flyest women Lay ‘em down in my project building They catch feelings like root canals I boot ‘em out when they talk about lovey-dovey Shut up and fuck me, low key with my broads Make sure they never cross paths Cuz if they ever do it’d be all bad I play the role like Samuel L Tell the hoes what they really wanna hear like You my boo, you my baby, you my number one Drop it off in the drop then tell another one And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cuz… And you ain’t gotta say my game is on point cuz I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know You ain’t gotta say my game is on point cuz And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cuz.. Ab-Soul, what you gonna tell me, I ain’t trying to see the grave I’m just trying to get fresh to death I’m in the club with a mean two-step, like the sisters to Cinderella The clock strikes midnight I’m still in the spotlight like a lab rat, bad back spazzing out Sip henny until I pass out, or mash out like a sack of potatoes Looking for a good girl gone bad from Barbados To bring to the pad Not for the mouse, but to the house, calling a cab and I’m kicking ‘em out Nah, I don’t run it like Chris Brown do But I can make a tune you can sip Krystal to My game on point cuz my aim is sharp, even when it’s dark Travis Bark, famous star, rider But don’t blame the car, I’m an eye’s desire You would go blind sizing up my attire And you ain’t gotta say your boy is that hot cuz I know I’m that hot Like arguing with a narc with rocks in my socks I walked in the door, she said “Who are you?” I said SOOOUUUL

Yeah 7:30 in the night, yeah Ooh-oooh, ooh I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah 7-1-3 Through the 2-8-1, yeah, Im ridin, why they on me? Why they on me? Im flyin, sippin low-key Im sippin low-key in Onyx, rider, rider When Im pullin up right beside ya Pop star, lil Mariah When I text a cute game, wildness Throw a stack on the Bible Never Snapchat or took molly She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah Oh no, I cant fuck with yall Yeah, when Im with my squad I cannot do no wrong Yeah, saucin in the city, dont get misinformed Yeah, they gon pull up on you Yeah, we gon do some things, some things you cant relate Yeah, cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay Oh, you cant go, oh, I dont know Oh, back the fuck up off me I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my I want a green light, I wanna be like I wanna press my line, yeah I wanna take that ride, yeah Im gonna press my line I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my— Mama, dear, spare your feelings Im relivin moments, peeling more residual buy the building, burn the building Take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more justify my love for you And touch the sky for God to stop, debating war Put the pussy on a pedestal Put the pussy on a high horse That pussy to die for That pussy to die for Peter, piper, picked a pepper So I could pick your brain and put your heart together We depart the shady parts and party hard The diamonds yours, the coupe forever My best shots might shoot forever like I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time

Woah, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah Doing what I gotta do, aaaa What up though? We the best music Oh, I guess Im on my Don shit What that mean? Ima go, aaaa DJ Khaled Straight up, late nights mixed with early days Itll probably be that way until the pearly gates Stress weighing on me, they want me to nervous break These hoes showing fake love when I prefer the hate, man Least if you real then I have to respect it Realize the energy you give is what you manifested So understand we positive as could be The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats Boy its never going south less we down in South Beach Khaled on the jet skis, preaching what you believe in Everything fast cept the food, watch what we eating If it add a couple years to our life, then we might go vegan Woah, I hear a little bit of me in all your favorite rappers You know its true, bitch I need respect due Now or later, either way Ima take it Just like its fuckin taxes You made it up while we made it happen I kill shit to just kill time, no chill time In the field on time every time like its drill time I took a break from my girl so she still fine Took a break from the game, but its still mine Got my big break, now we tryna break the records These niggas couldnt take the pressure that I ate for breakfast Pretty girls showin love like Im David Beckham The takeover will only take a second, straight up And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key Everything I touch may disintegrate into dust Everything I trust may dishonor me in disgust Everything is everything, affidavits and wedding rings Out for blood on my higher horse, I report what it was I dont wear crosses no more, Yeshuas coming back I aint scared of losses no more, I see life in that I dont resonate with the concept of love and hate Cause your perspective is less effective and rather fake The universe and the heavens work in my DNA Kendrick said Fuck Mother Earth, thats PSA The land of the wicked, the foundation of Lucifers spirit Walking zombies and spellcatchers, I pray for forgiveness Uncle Bobby and Paul June is lost again The underworld and the fourth dimension, my familys in The big money, the fast cars, my life produced The blocks I connected while re-building this Rubiks cube So what you look up to? Fame and fortune, bitches, Porsches Sources with designer thing Brand endorsement joining forces with sorcerers signing me Law enforcement their forces, tortures us with violent speed Fuck your bosss employment my joy is to see all you bleed Two new Royces with choices of color my desire need Crab and Oyster with gorgeous abortions, I require thee Flesh and poison the point is the reason You wont die in peace Open door for my boy, now they eating, we say, finally I destroy and divorce what you eating, dont you hire me Tape recording my voices and tweak it Lets play hide and seek War distortion and forfeit this evening, you should try at least Im restoring the portrait of feasting, nigga, I am beast I dont like to sleep, Im up like coyote, I might OD Hair like ODB, Im off a higher need Khaled is valid, I been looking for inspiration But when you the only king, you the only one in the matrix And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key Holy, holy key, holy

All those days and all that stays in I dont keep it, I wont be here for it All those days and all that stays in I dont keep it though, I wont be here for it Blood on my hands and it look like candy How I pay-pay lawyers, and nobody cant stand me Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I got blood on my hands and it look like candy How I pay-pay lawyers, and nobody cant stand me Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah This what kings do, talk paper and skate You know what this what kings do, lay up and stack in the gate This what kings do, throw family first its real This what kings do, think about flyin a Persian, yup This what kings do, vacate lands in Egypt This what kings do, breakdown plans with speeches This what kings do, make sure mamma is right, yup This what kings do, hit Dubai in a night And this how kings move, yo, hold your money and invest wise Whether you sellin buttons, or select pies A king move, keep it silent, no one else dies We all Pharaohs and Cameros, flexin S5s Its what a king do This how a king move Blood on my hands and it look like candy How I pay-pay lawyers, and nobody cant stand me Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I got blood on my hands and it look like candy How I pay-pay lawyers, and nobody cant stand me Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Pardon my Bohemian ways I know I act like I be stuck in a Bohemian daze You said you love me, so dont rush me Love is patient and now you gotta trust me To take form, like the canvas of the Grand Canyon Product of a beautiful storm or an unborn Carried just below the heart Quietly preparing for his start Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel You know they say Rome wasnt built in a day And diamonds need a while before they hit the display So I guess I see myself in a similar way Im paced, like my momma in the kitchen whipping Always mixing up and fixing Begged her for a taste and she said it wasnt ready She stir it up slow and she cook it up steady This is not a race track, living in the ASAP Im just trying to do it justice when it play back Sometimes I gotta stall the BPM So I can weave these dreams and polish up these gems In the end, I got love for the show biz But sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses Keeping up with the Kardashians and Joneses Nah, I take my time and compose this They say greatness get better with time They say concrete roses hard to find Sit inside my room, and let these thoughts bloom Its a secret garden in my mind Flower child Okay, buffering, creativity suffering When you bustlin hustlin for the numbers and You missed the journey if you climbed too fast The beauty of the struggle when it comes to pass Amateurs swear they need a balancer I want that legendary like excalibur Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor Traveler, never falling victim to these calendars Rough draft after rough draft No staff, perfecting on my abstract craft And now they calling me celebrity Only thing I give a damn about is my integrity They play the game like checkers when Im talking bout chess Tryna do more when Im talking bout less, I stress Quantity aint always quality So let me formulate my prophecy When the lights get low and you notice I am the sun The winter time was snow but only little you know I will still breathe, give me the keys Im resuscitating the game, see me in CPR My name is a gun cocked, gun shot Dead and I wont stop Gun cocked, gun shot Head in a pine box With a dozen roses, hold this with a gift card Gun cocked, gun shot Flowers on your mommas yard They say greatness gets better with time So why expedite my prime? See Im just a lilac tied to the earth Exuding the fragrance of light and birth So respect my photosynthesis My petals, my stems, full of nourishing flow You thought this was a love song, but no I just need you to let me grow

Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Dont you, wont you, be our new friend? Then make these walls spin Tell me youre all in We wanna believe you Dont you, wont you, be our new friend? Then make these walls spin Tell me youre all in Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded

Now these niggas dont want me to win I guess I just gotta talk my shit then Aye like Top Ramen is spread from the bounty This hunter is aiming straight at your head, niggas doubt me Tell em they better count me in, like Dracula Packing a black mack in the back of a magnum You rappers is gon go Thats one hell of a punch line but lets get back to the flow Left jab hit your nose Right hook fracture your skull Your body is free Put luxury tax on your soul Thats what they yelling when Im pulling up Like a rough rider working out in the hood and stuff They say I aint in the hood enough? Bitch Im a transmission The pump leak when your oil slipping And I been in the kitchen, like a toaster With them toasters, hang you like a Willie Lynch poster East side vulture, preying on your dead caracas Sorry I was starving Niggas out here dont want me to win So I talk my shit again and again Imma talk my shit Imma talk my shit They say I aint got what it takes to win So I talk my shit again and again Imma talk my shit Imma talk my shit Imma talk my shit cause I made Every stripe that it takes To be able to write what I say The beat made you hype for the day The beat made me write with a sway Me and Jay bring the night to the day And bring the night to the page As far as bars go Literally up there fam I call the stars home Im by far past far from the forlorn I leave this bar open unless you log on Figure that part out Wikipedia that I Wikipedia whack and look up your stats More fuckers start hiding when they get on the track They ducking behind the snare like I aint divvying that And if you speaking of the speaker Im the speaker that the speakers applaud for Speaker that the speakers turn on for Im leaking through the speakers on all yall My short term speaking is long haul Your speaking is all gone Niggas out here dont want me to win So I talk my shit again and again Imma talk my shit Imma talk my shit They say I aint got what it takes to win So I talk my shit again and again Imma talk my shit Imma talk my shit Straight from the Pyrex pot Im a crack rock wait Grab the A1 sauce lets raise the stakes Catastrophic K.Dot Currently stacking currency Bet I make profits like Im God Every instrumental get dealt with Burnt and melted Jump in the water Jaws is ready to eat you selfish Im cold hearted Thats for sure Talk shit like a nigga farted But the smell came out the other hole Hol up, big truck Lurking the premises Pull up, hoes rubbing they clitoris What the fuck? This is K.Dot, they pray I Fall like a jump shot From they favorite player With seconds on the clock Im here to souffle ya Turn rappers into Anything barbecued Theyre miniature party food I get spizzy Like Im Hugh Hef Come fuck with me One first tonight Might change your life, right? Yeah Imma talk my shit 09 is mine nigga Aint no stopping me homeboy Im coming Get with it or get lost Roll with it or get rolled the motherfuck over nigga Skyzoo wassup my nigga K.Dot whats happening brother Top Dawg Entertainment nigga Get with it or get lost motherfuckers Aint no stopping us nigga Yeah

Lyrics from Snippet fuck up the vibe go through my phone, you make me lie We only look better when we dont got to try Girl you look better when you dont got to try Real niggas still in style Real women still in style Fake hoes out of style...

Cause, baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now we got bad blood, hey! Now we got problems And I dont think we can solve them So take a look at what youve done And, baby, now we got bad blood, hey! Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted Did you have to ruin what was shiny? And now its all rusted Did you have to hurt me when Im weak? Baby, I couldnt breathe And rub it in so deep Salt in the wound like youre laughing right at me Oh, its so sad to Think about the good times You and I Cause, baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now we got bad blood, hey! Now we got problems And I dont think we can solve them So take a look at what youve done And, baby, now we got bad blood, hey! Did you think wed be fine? I dont think I want you back in my life So dont think its in the past These kinda wounds they last and they last Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you And time can heal, but this wont So if youre coming my way Just dont Oh, its so sad to Think about the good times You and I Cause, baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now we got bad blood, hey! Now we got problems And I dont think we can solve them So take a look at what youve done And, baby, now we got bad blood, hey! Band-aids dont fix dont you know You say sorry just for show If you live like that, you live with ghosts Mhmm If you love like that, blood runs cold! Cause, baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now we got bad blood, hey! Now we got problems And I dont think we can solve them So take a look at what youve done And, baby, now we got bad blood, hey!

Fair warning, people would have never had a problem If the naysayers or the doubters would have got him Slumped in the corner, for sure Im a goner Shoot with no aim, so them niggas couldnt spot him Now I got a question, if I really even want it When this shit is like a trip through the city of Sodom Gomorrah, the horror, stories are endless Workshop, working all night, no apprentice Funny when a nigga speak truth he a menace Ushered in the underground, lifelong sentence Theres where I dwell, aint no need to cry for me Rapper gonna eat, and I eat well Its been six years since I stepped out the shell Talent on the rise to the top, I propel Big Dho set sail, your boy gon win Bet niggas act crazy when they see us again Im really going in, Ive been had nothing to lose So I choose to take yall through a spin A journey through the mind of a sane ass artist If you spitting blah-blah shit, you a target If you spitting blah-blah shit, then just forfeit What go around come around, now they all on my dick Kendrick Lamar, Im bout to get my mop stick Niggas bump their gums, and their bitches be bumping my shit I fry your optics, if you watching my style, watch it Tyrannosaurus reading thesaurus, hold rappers hostage Catastrophic, its 9-11 when Im repping Skip college to fly first class, learn a lesson Straight brutal, roman numerals Number one eating Ramen noodles, rhyming crucial under the sun Kudos to the most high, which is me I probably make em plan their suicide, so usually I aint never been with the shit starting, but yall done started some shit Im bout to drink some ex-lax then commence To returning the favor to all of my neighbors and comrades Calm down, you more like Trina than Trinidad, lets box now Throw your dukes up Pussy probably holding Daisy Dukes and C-cups I look inside this industry and I dont see much I just see lunch, and your shit thats more bore like tourists Im laid back, my feet up, how cool is that? The twenty-ten Kool G. Rap, whenever I rap I got my arsenal strapped on my back, Im ready for war They tend to look for me when they fiend for Afeni Shakur Conversing, not hibernating, under the planet core At thirteen I cancelled PG-13 and went for gore Thats what I pledge Its profound that Im underground touching mainstreams like river beds Yeah, they saying he a breath of fresh air They cant smell all this weed that I brought in here Black & Mild smoke still linger on my clothes So unprofessional, I shouldnt be meeting with millionaires Pull up a chair, Ill school you to it I was a student truant that never studied, just always knew it You just new to it, with no clue on how you should do it Like youth in junior high school when pubertys blooming And mind you, I never mined you, I aint digging for gold Honestly, I just want to stick my dick in some hoes Kick a flow, hit the dro with my bros Tippy-toe in this rap game, make a lil name With this lil lane Ive been paving since I was a teen That I never really thought that I would attain When Big Pooh dropped Sleepers I could barely get a feature They aint know this regular nigga would be the future Ive viewed the roof from the floor, Ive been here before Im finna blow a couple of times over like two tubas And Im a still want more with this appetite Till the critics stop giving me mixed signals like traffic lights You know? The lavish life, but for now Im the new Kunta A slave to my rhyme book, a line of mine, your times up The bastard kissing your bitch with the blackish soup coolers Shell testify, excuse Judas when Im crucified

I dont need the hype They call me- fuck it- I dont need no introduction No ad-libing my name 100 times for nothing You already know its K. Dot, city of Compton Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy, Oakland and 2Pac Im more focused, Im nothing like you new guys Struggling over a few lines thinking you hot Cause your homey said you you was a few times Which is too many times They lying to you, they telling a lie The only time I lie in the booth is when I sleep in it Record 24 hrs, you niggas better get your bars up I bench press this rap stuff, got it locked like handcuffs I threw away the key, my cool is on, she love my A/C My juice is on, and I wish one of yall try to rob me I shoot, and have you laying between the sheets with the eyes leased I push the coupe like a high speed The helicopters come and realize that nothings behind me is behind me Your honor, I fuck over this beat with no condom This aint rap its really a porno, re-wind me back Finally the finest of em all is back To define the laws of crack, yall dont obey Yall aint nice, yall just OK Youre nothing more than a little John phrase Im Mike Jordan in his prime, modern day Issac Hayes Theme song to Shaft, equivalent to the theme song to your career Study my craft, you ignorant, I do it without a pen and pad Just inspiration: something you never had If my pockets is something you trying to grab I pull out the rocket and peel you back like scab You old news, you old dudes get out of my way Let the young boy come through; dont mention my age Im on a mission for pay, and you astronaut niggas just crowding my space You not in my atmosphere, you can act like you here But actually you aint accurate fucking with the music biz The industry like, Fuck it, let the music be his No theme park, Im not trying to amuse you kids Small shark, jaws is here, jump in the water Do he really fuck with President Carter? My reply is that I cant stay away from the bosses Got the bidding war popping like an auction 5 or 10 labels like what he hitting for? 7 zeros or more? Remember having Aftermath sitting on my door Money in front of me, couldnt open the door Boom! Thats that, left him on his back flat You talking like that, jack, spitting About crack, but never been about that Im real with this rap, Im just speaking the facts Rap, but some niggas wack, talent something they lack So gather your whole pack, Im taking them off the map My pockets is getting fat, their pockets, they staying flat So imma just hollaback, they rocking their tiny Js But niggas aint getting paid in the spot, like they a slave 12 hours just for some change, man this shit a shame When the feds come, who you gon blame? But thats just Learning the game, you niggas should do the same They go as fast as they came, cause passing me you aint gon see I go bar for bar, and b, you are just a target, b So just call me Muhammed Ali Easy shit be hard to do, easy for me and hard for you Im leaving you with the , pick up a broad, bout three or two Life is like a puzzle but my level is some trouble, man, you gotta use your muscle, in the hood I had to tussle Man, Im moving to the shop, , man youre not Niggas steady talking but barely looking in the spot Im so far ahead of my time, I got people 5 years from now pressing rewind Im hardly a friend with yall, i hate rappers, where is your artist at? If it aint a good picture youre draw, dont bring it to the architect Often you arguing bout who got next, claiming youre running the game Niggas are barely walking yet, hopping all over beats without studying training camp Try studying a few greats then maybe youll be where im at Your songwriting aint great, your mixtapes mediocre You recycle the same quotes, youre not switching the flow Your flow in the same place, just dont rap; elaborate Try to expand, try to be more creative perhaps My rap friends, i aint saying youre wack, psyche Like an in-voice, Im just stating the facts, right? metaphores i write, in fact, its been a factor Youve feared your whole life, no TV show Dont compare me with them, thats like a shark versus Nemo, a gorilla to a chimp, Jordan versus Kukoč A Tony Montana with blow on his nose to a Nino

All those days in, all that stays in I dont keep it, I wont be here for it All those days in, all that stays in I dont keep it though, I wont be here for it Blood on my hands and it look like candy I pay-ay lawyers and the mic cant stand me Ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah I got lood on my hands and it look like candy I pay-ay lawyers and the mic cant stand me Ya-yah, turn me up, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah Ya-yah, ya-yah This what kings do, talk paper and skate You know what this what kings do, lay up and stack in the gate This what kings do, throw family first, its real This what kings do, thinkin about flying the up This what kings do, vacay lands in Egypt This what kings do, rake down plans with speeches This what kings do, make sure mama is right, yup This what kings do, hit Dubai in a night And this how kings move, yo, hoe your money and invest wise Whether you selling buttons or select pies A king move, keep it silent, no one else dies We all pharaohs in Camaros flexin S5s Its what kings do, this how a king move Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo Blood on my hands and it look like candy I pay-ay lawyers and the mic cant stand me Ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah I got lood on my hands and it look like candy I pay-ay lawyers and the mic cant stand me Ya-yah, turn me up, ya-yah, ya-yah, ya-yah Ya-yah, ya-yah

I dont wanna know, know, know, know Who‘s taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know Wasted And the more I drink the more I think about you Oh no, no, I cant take it Baby every place I go reminds me of you Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange, they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know I dont wanna know I dont wanna know And every time I go out, yeah I hear it from this one, I hear it from that one That you got someone new Yeah, I see but dont believe it Even in my head youre still in my bed Maybe Im just a fool Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange, they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know I dont wanna know I dont wanna know Wasted And the more I drink the more I think about you Oh no, no, I cant take it Do you think that I should just go on without ya? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know I dont wanna know I dont wanna know I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know

Money over bitches why you bullshiting nigga Listen pull up in something with the roof missing You dissing four-five thatll leave your roof missing Who tripping true spitting cadillac coupe dipping Crew whippin wit yo bitch present this is new pimpin Roll up get a cup only Hennessy sippin West Coast jumpin like a low-low Three-wheelin we feelin Like the New Dynasty dominating the Nation Pamona pimpin when im sippin that hard liquor Hit the studio with mo cuts than a cold sensor Nigga what, im a west coast predator Pteradactyl when i sink my teeth in the beat Got a lock like Armostol? shakles around her feet Glock in my right palm got my strong arm steady like kwali Make it hard for you to get by the silencer is so serene Sound like a california ocean breeze, no lie So high really though put hoes on video Run trains like blue lines on Subways While you save em like coupons we throw away Extra large Magnum wrappers We them nasty rappers We them Magnum blasters Say hello to the pastor Coughin up a loogie when Im walking past your casket See I dont give a shit about my enemies Feel the same way about a bitch Speaking of a bitch these hoes is no joke Tell a story any chance they get Where my money at? She talking bout she broke Now I can dig in her left pocket Dig in her right pocket, dig in her back pocket Pull money out of all three and still swear up and down that she dont got it Bitch, you must think Im the fool You better hop up on the track and put that pussy to use Now, I oughta go upside your motherfucking wig But you lucky your little boy called the police on me the last time I hit you In front of yo kid

And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this Okay, headed to that swap meat Coppin all that Avalon Fresh white Ts and some Js what I had in mind I remember days when a nigga didnt have a dime Now I got big dollas, I just buy whatever come to mind Choppas squeezed, I remember when I used to window shop Now I hit the mall, buy it all cus Im on the top Boss like I used to dream of this moment Used to roll that stress, now I roll that kill, I call it coma Step inside my ride, I know you smell the aroma 6-50 top back, chillin on my corner Used to be MacDonalds, now we eat at Benihanas 5 star suites with freaks, thats on my mama They tell me money evil but it wash away my problems Dont matter what the price, lil mama just know I got it Aw, it aint trickin if you got it My bank account solid and my wallet need a diet I used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this Like my nigga meet me outside These homies rush me just so they can steal my flashdrive My music that important, imported in iPod Buying my CDs like payin ties, act God Im sure success will taste better than nectarines Growing in the spring, baskets the fruit of life Had the boy arrange me every time I pick up the mike I hop my entertainment be a bigger impact than Mike Can I live like the princess of Munda? Got a princess to groom the lacks o my scalp with a golden comb And Im on, Cloud 9, stopping acts like in the sky Im from Compton, cant you hear me coming like Im from the shy Im inspired from a magic twice, which art is a rep and run? But if they knew my intentions the reff and probably run Im just a good kid from the city who made straight As Tryna make the transition from Rose to Kool Aid I used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this Okay, started as a youngin, now Im at the top Used to ride the city bus, now Im at the car lot And we live up in the mall now, something like a regular I ball every day like clap, I got my cheddar up I used to smoke dirt weed, now Im smoking better But in school I couldnt get a girl but now Im getting groupie love Now Im seeing better days, mamas so proud of me Do it for my grandma but I know she lookin down on me Reach in my pocket and grab big bills If this is Caribbean rich I like how this feel Hah, and aint nobody help me get here If you lookin for me at the top is where Ill be, Ill be there go I used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin Used to be broke but now Im ballin, Im ballin And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this And I spent a couple bucks on this, yea Just to be like nigga you aint up on this

Ive been known to flip on niggas, spaz on bitches One state of mind, Im out for the riches Ive seen good crack, uncle stuck in the kitchen Now behind prison, phone calls cant visit Seventeen, half of my life has been explicit Rated R content, no supervision With you talking nonsense, Im not trynna listen Im a point guard, small forward, play your position Before you wind up in the lake with the fishes On a blind date with a crocodile, vicious I switch the flow so you say that I sound different But the flow is the same reason my dick kill bitch kissing?? And thats the same reason your not in my competition Cause I swear right now that none of yall existing Fall off is probably what you wishing But I cant stop, wont stop, young gunning you niggas Ive been known to have stash for the burnnin And break a bitch down to the point that I learn them And when I get dough, Imma let you know, throw the cake in your face like Ike Turner I turn a schoolgirl into a dick smuggler, sex publisher, rated X government See me in the hooptie boy, its not a cover up See Im a young black boy who dont give a fuck, what This that gangsta shit that make you wanna grab your shit Cock back and blast some shit Empty, reload the clip You wont find nothing hotter than this Whatcha know about it This that gangsta shit that make you wanna blaze this spliff Get drunk, grab a fifth, open it, guzzle it quick You wont find nothing hotter than this Whatcha know about it

Doin fifty on the shore, Range no tags Punch pulled up, Kendrick in the back A Da Bu$iness in that rag, Phantom on feet And Problem in the diamond light pushin that GT Hood niggas with class, give respect where its due Came up with one boo and that was just to stay true True to my music and everything that I do Instead of practicing me you should focus on doin you So nigga fuck yo crew, what you wanna do? Wack emcees never get no love Im not enthused And you can save all ya non-creative point of views Cause me? Imma produce and you just reducing ya crew Now how Im posed to work if I aint gettin paid? Gotta call Terrace Martin if you cant call Dre Now with that bein said there is nothin else to say Was already understood, doesnt have to be explained If it was never lost, how could it be saved? I do this for my soul, I do this for LA I do this for the love, man I do it for the game And the memory of Miles Davis and John Coltrane How could you blame them bastards, when they aint have no raisin? They dont want no higher learning, they stick to the basics And they dont wanna work for that white devil cause he racist Neglected of knowledge, thats all they know, how could you blame em? And I hate to say it but I had to as a man We cooperated with em and fell victim to they plan And after losin Malcolm and Martin they scared to take a stand If I call em pussy its some bullshit, when will it end So I dont really care bout who they say who is the best All I know is that it shows within my music and my checks I swear this is the best thing next to havin sex Geek smashed on niggas wont let my foot up off they necks, yep Huh, strap it on me and let me solidify And purposely intertwine, my positive thoughts apply in genocide Compton communists are, shiftily, in peace Whoevers in charge like Charles no sit-com Beat him like a kick drum Rip a hole from his lips to where the nigga shit from Compton, Cali nigga! Its all music, rule-less Like a Ali fight, pushin Al Green or Barry White Boy this Cali lifes amazin Palm trees, bomb weed and bitches All my aprons and rubber gloves went cookin in hells kitchen Bustin shots that could crack back spleens The lil rapper that could commercialize the backpack scene Who sick? Boy, shit ... Im vaccine on flight green Paper planin on the plane in first class, mad? Because Im on the bubble of success Stressed over life, street still pokin out my chest Bitches love my confidence, I wear it like a vest Sippin Rosé Moët, drinkin til Im lost Hustlin everyday, bail away my thoughts Anticipatin the win but, ready for the loss Got her livin like a boss; Tony Danza, been bananas Since the red rags of bustin out a stanzas Problem, answer, not one found! Mayweather couldnt box me into one sound, he wouldnt last one round! My songs clever, my pens better, than ever A trendsetter with a vendetta... Big bag of chips on my shoulder standin tall like a soldier Snakes in the grass I laugh dodgin the cobras! Scraped from the past, we amped wantin the Kobra Im far gone mommy, Relax baby, its over, Money pile coma, rovin in the Range Be it dope takin its toll please have exact change, MOTHERFUCKER!! Yeah, this is DJ Fuck Wack Emcees Comin to you straight off Crenshaw That was Problem comin straight outta Compton Next up is A Da Bu$iness, South Centrals finest He cold yo... Uh, salutations and greetings to all Of my celestrial stars, gather round, get one out We bout to witness the Big Dipper Intergalactic astronomical avenue business man, finish him Raining fatalities cause Im like Vegeta said Light em up make you feel like six million megawatts My momma still wonder why I dont think straight Run this shit like a relay, run that back like a replay Come off the bench and will win and T balls like Im Ebanks Is ya swagga hand-me-down, whered you get that shit off eBay? Been bleedin em since we was orderin Jordans off of Eastbay Bang thats what the heat say, in the game call me EA Da billion dollar Bu$iness fuck the witness and the DA! Lets raise aware-wolves, vampires, like the shit gets spookiest Monsterous, zoo in the movie we call it the zoovie... Where they smart to come out he wearin under that tool From a cold winter degrees thats hotter than juvie Aint new to gangbangin so all that gangsta shit dont move me Fuck yo tats, know inside yous a bitch And no matter how you dress we still sit through all of that shit So fly Im never taintin you maggots still on my shit I need a pooper scooper! Little Mario dont care if you off a flower No star Ill take ya princess for ransom Im King Kooper nigga! And this heatll spit faster than a cheetah sprint Dragonball, Super Saiyan on my Vegeta shit A fact-avist and I aint talkin no civil rights and shit Kickstand leanin in Secret Sundays, with a ratchet bitch I South Centralized the game with my hustlin spirit And Terrace Martin mastered me, so I know you hear it... Da Bu$iness... Put three fingers in the air And say the word HiiIPower Kendrick: Five star general in a G ride Got my seat back, chiefin like a Seminole, no centerfold But picture that, picture me, picture Terrace, picture P Takin shit from some nigga that shit right there sound dumb nigga We gotta post stay in the street, take what we deserve and yeah I Serve on any artist thats my word that yall are targets Im retarded on the mic, Special Ed., And bitch I call you special when you give up special head I gotta feelin its gon be a lot of killings Kendrick Cause when I spit a verse I bring a hearse to every sentence And put it in reverse and try to decode it They on my dick and deep-throat it They dont know it but boy I am a henchman, for hire I require wack emcees, tell em that Im burnt like Swap Meet DVDs Tell em that I earnt my respect on what you didnt do! Aint nothin difficult your admirations pitiful! Shame on you twice Lifes a gamble so Im comin out the gate with tricked dice 7-11, 7-11, backed on that Its been a long time comin since I bodied a track Im back up in this bitch like the ass and pussy was fat I put my city on the map like I represent a post Comp-town soldier, welcome to Iraq Be ready for combat, or die on your sofa Brains on the plastic, yo stains on the cabinet YUCK! And if I fell off goddamn I would probly land in a deep thought A nigga need Spam for the shit yall brought I go H•a•m in the Brougham bank corners like Im Moss, fuck! Headed to the coroner Im one of ya your run is up my gun is TEC Im comin for the Common sense of commentators that say I dont love enough well Yall some haters tie em up and kill em later I am such a Horror-vator I am so messed up to be replyin and Whatever favors mine are sick and hold up player I is fighting Any favors I invite in meaning lasers beaming off the Sun until I have a son and see you later motherfucker...

Tire marks, tire marks Finish line with the tire marks When the relay starts I’m a runaway slave Ugh, walking on water and running on waves God MC Oh my God you gotta see There’s never no Is in me Of an Odyssey, I’m a block away Fire marshals moving in Marshmallows inside my pen Sweet sixteens Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin I’m so appalled With the prototype with a godly protocol You an amateur, they wanna pro to call I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada I don’t care where ya are Just blink twice and I’m there where you are Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short Water in the pot, flow crack rock like Bam Bam nigga Have two grams nigga pay up or blam blam nigga Had a black Camry, bumpin Dipset, Killa Cam nigga I had been around niggas, killas, pimps You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch Shoved off the porch when I was like six Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6 Kick in the door K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick Momma in the bathroom poppa at work Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church Look at my shirt, Polo on it It’s gon sell if my logo on it I fear no opponent A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen You looking at the 2010 Romans Empire, Hiiipower HP, in ya face like HD And I spit like a HK I’mma shot like a H3, H-U-B-C-I-T-Y, A-B and Y-G Problem and Hootie nigga Tell the government come shoot me, nigga Cause I’m going out with a fist raised And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade With a democratic politician from CA They don’t wanna see a B-L-A-C-K Making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ Give us some free J’s put us in PJs Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way God-Damn, yall cold Mark of the beast wear your god damn bar-code Stuck in the street where its dark like Harpo Black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go Although I’m in the land of milk and honey Nobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chain All the niggas tried to take it from me I had to fight back and shit Get it back and shit And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit Like he back that shit Acting like you real or something Nigga aint popped no steel, aint popped no collar Go pop some pills or something You trying real hard to appeal to someone I’m being myself, my BFF is a BM-dub With your BM in it and your stash box glove And the medicine a doctor gave a nigga wont help I’m at the limit where I be amazing myself I bet I finish on a level with a Black belt I bet I hit it where every rapper get killed, like Bla bla bla bla where the knife at? Cut cut cut where your life at? Your careers over, he’s slumped over And if Im off beat know I’m un-sober Thats a new flow Pl-, Plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo New dough for the new year and I sumo on a rap peer Not a rapper, I’m a raptor Thats a T-Rex in a V-neck for the rapture I’m a factor and your facial I will fracture to a fraction No one-half and I hate math Pastor’s like Eddie long, fucking maricon Took me mighty long to get here Nigga, Fuck!

The first sound we hear on good kid, m.A.A.d. city is a prayer: Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving us with your precious blood, voices murmur, evoking a family dinner gathering. The albums cover art, a grubby Polaroid, provides a visual prompt for the scene: Baby Kendrick dangles off an uncles knee in front of a squat kitchen table displaying a 40-ounce and Lamars baby bottle. The snapshot is such an unvarnished peek into the rappers inner life that staring at it for too long feels almost invasive. This autobiographical intensity is the albums calling card. Listening to it feels like walking directly into Lamars childhood home and, for the next hour, growing up alongside him. Lamar has subtitled the record A Short Film by Kendrick Lamar, and the comparison rings true: You could take the albums outline and build a set for a three-act play. It opens on a 17-year-old Kendrick with nothing but pussy stuck on my mental, driving his mothers van to see a girl named Sherane. As his voice darts and halts in a rhythm that mimics his over-eager commute, Lamar explores the furtiveness of young lust: Its deep-rooted, the music of being young and dumb, he raps. The song is interrupted by the first of several voice mail recordings that delineate the albums structure: Kendricks mother, rambling into his phone and pleading for him to return her car. These voicemails appear through the record, reinforcing that good kid, m.A.A.d city is partly a love letter to the grounding power of family. In this albums world, family and faith are not abstract concepts: They are the fraying tethers holding Lamar back from the chasm of gang violence that threatens to consume him. All this weighty material might make good kid, m.A.A.d city sound like a bit of a drag. But the miracle of this album is how it ties straightforward rap thrills-- dazzling lyrical virtuosity, slick quotables, pulverizing beats, star turns from guest rappers-- directly to its narrative. For example, when Backseat Freestyle leaked last week, its uncharacteristic subject matter took some fans by surprise. But on the album, it marks the moment in the narrative when young Kendricks character first begins rapping, egged on by a friend who plugs in a beat CD. Framed this way, his damn, I got bitches chant gets turned inside out: This isnt an alpha males boast. Its a pipsqueaks first pass at a chest-puff. Its also a monster of a radio-ready single, with Kendrick rapping in three voices over an insane Hit-Boy beat. Lamar grew up in Compton, and ghosts of West Coast gangsta-rap haunt this albums edges, casting shadows on Kendricks complicated relationship with his hometown. When The Art of Peer Pressure brings Kendrick and his friends to Rosecrans Ave., the music downshifts into menacing G-funk mode as a salute to hallowed ground. Ice Cube’s “Bird in the Hand” is invoked to set up “m.A.A.d city” , which appropriately marks the moment when real violence erupts. Here, Kendrick sounds like a terrified kid: I made a promise to see you bleeding, he raps, his voice pitched at a pleading, near-hysterical sob. In response, the voice of Comptons Most Wanted rapper MC Eiht leers, Wake yo punk ass up, like a father figure of the Darth Vader variety. Which brings us to the albums most visible benefactor and most unsettled presence: Dr. Dre. In recent months, Dre has availed himself of the fresh-career oxygen Kendricks rise has pumped into his atmosphere, lumbering out of his corporate airlock to stand with Lamar on magazine covers. But the role he plays in Lamars story feels muddled and unresolved. On an album that manages to seamlessly work a smirking Drake and a highly recognizable Janet Jackson sample into the fabric of a larger narrative, it is only Dres appearance, on the final track Compton, that feels like an uneasy outlier. Compton is the victory lap, the coronation. Coming after the stunning 12-minute denouement Sing About Me, Im Dying of Thirst, in which Lamar delivers a verse from a peripheral character that is the albums most dazzling stroke of empathy, it cant help but be a small deflation. The moment of arrival in any artists story is always less interesting than their journey, and theres a disconnect in hearing Lamar and Dre stunt over Just Blazes blaring orchestral-soul beat. Dres music is part of the landscape that Kendrick grew up in but his actual appearance has a certain Truman Show feel to it. But the true ending of good kid, m.A.A.d. city takes place at the end of the previous song, Real, which represents the spiritual victory that the albums story has thrashed its way towards. Finally grasping that none of that shit-- money, power, respect, loving your block-- make me real, Lamar embraces what does, as his parents put the albums central concerns to bed: Any nigga can kill a man, his father admonishes. That dont make you a real nigga. Real is responsibility. Real is taking care of your motherfucking family. And his mother: If I dont hear from you by tomorrow, I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes. Come back a man... Tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton... When you do make it, give back with your words of encouragement. And thats the best way to give back to your city. And I love you, Kendrick. 9.5/

If you want some you can get some We can do it with the small or the big guns Bout Whatever and whenever you want to do with this war shit we used to it Lets get it on Aw shit rock stepped in the place You know he got somn’ on his waist Two niggas beside him yeah they got something on their waist and they’ll let it spray if he say And Fade away like a J multiple shots for your face Left the Proof for the highlight tape for the FOX 11 ? Coverage Hot ass bullets leave that ass suffering Nigga better have my money He act silly, smack his ass with the semi Then smoke his ass like a philly watch his departure Then hop in the charger skrt off in the hemi Stay with them burners the shit that’ll burn ya Send a hot one through your sternum you earned em for talking that shit bitch Down central Eyes in my rearview cause you never know who’s out to kill you Lookout, lookout, lookout, lookout, lookout yeah Ready for whatever, whatever you gone bring R&B gats on my hip they gone sing Send shots through your coat damage your whole spleen Need a barrel smoking like a pipe from a dope fiend Move with the metal or plastic Shooting shit up like heroin addicts My goons won’t hesitate to body a bastard, have him looking right in front the pastor Got something for those that open their gums Put the barrel in your mouth have death at the tip of your tongue Shhh shut your mouth or my gat do it for ya, permanent nap in the dirt for ya If you want it you can get it in a LA minute Put the frame to your brain leave you there laying there finished Have you stuck in the streets leaking like a broke down engine with your body parts missing If you want some you can get some We can do it with the small or the big guns Bout Whatever and whenever you want to do with this war shit we used to it Lets get it on If you want some you can get some We can do it with the small or the big guns Bout Whatever and whenever you want to do with this war shit we used to it Lets get it on I’m a solider from Watts California, a place where them niggas run up on ya Don’t be hanging out on them corners, when them van doors slide open nigga you a goner What Do you prefer getting hit with a pistol or a llama Better hope your chest got armor Slugs rip through your flesh, leave you laying in a mess Send you to the grave with the rest I don’t lift weights I bench press the .38 Throw a stray have you waiting by them pearly gates Man the streets ain’t safe better stay in the house The grim reaper outside and he taking em out The block filled with syringes and sirens Shots letting off bullets spread like a virus Nigga you a fool you put your gat in retirement Thats how niggas out here expiring You gotta stay strapped Down central Eyes in my rearview cause you never know who’s out to kill you Lookout, lookout, lookout, lookout, lookout yeah

K-Dot, Kendrick Lamar, got mad heart Come from Compton, I spit straight heart Got my hood on for Trayvon Martin Freedom, justice, you know we gon be started Get the party started every time we come through flippin Flamin Hot Cheetos Im eatin Im skippin across L.A., thats somethin that we do Each and every day, hangin with my crew Throw another word, watch how I observe the train Matter of face, wheres my girl, Sherane And when I say train, that dont means that I flip her Yeah, we did toss, turn just like Flipper My favorite cartoon, you know Got to go with Bugs Bunny Cartoon Show Tiny Toon Adventures, Dennis the Menace Im a menace, I spit, break the World of Guinness When Im flowin, you never know, I need another word Give me nouns and verbs, what I spit is absurd The Finals, the Heat, yeah, they came with the Heat LeBron, Wade, no, they cant be defeat I stay in the shade, Im in the darkness, Im hot though Another word, homie, you give me what you got Who kills my vibe? The haters, the groupies The Hoovers in the streets, they try to shoot me I move with heat, you never can stop me I come from Compton, The best strip club, its down Atlanta, its down Miami I stay with the , I say, Whats up, shawty? You got your girl, I dont like fake ass, I need a referral I see everybody twerkin Even Miley Cyrus got that motherfucker workin You can never stop me, The Rickey Smiley Show Im here, Im here, Im lettin people know The better celebrity female in the game I like Rihanna, who else could complain? I love, I cant even say the word But Im cussin and I dont need to pronounce a verb The Black Hippy is the crew, we do what we do We stay in the booth, we do it, we shoot We straight for the stars, you know just who we ares We ride in Buicks, then we pushin the flashy cars Im a flow all day, this The Rickey Smiley Show Just to let you know, we still bout to go They bring me in, they show love with the crew Rickey Smiley Show, huh, you know what it do, whats up?

K. Dot, got this fiend saying, Baby Man we got that got shit over there Watts finest, and the Hub Citys threat, lets go On the table, Im chopping rocks My price is right, you could come on Nigga, dimes n dubs Just bring me your bucks Ill hook you up with weed, dope or angel dust My burner talk Im goin To the block where the holdin them This place is popping till she put the chickens in the kitchen Cant sell dope forever, but I gotta make a living Running your mouth its goin Sold your soul, gotta get shot Yeah, yeah the code of the streets Never talk to police Dont even talk dog Forever hold your peace Feds at ya door, its goin Kicked in your door, get on the floor, get They found all of your dope, now you gotta go To the federal penitentiary dog, for ten or more In the hood its goin Rocks settin up shop is goin I got that ghetto white Customers light your pipes Come to the back door I got what you like I you know where its at come Rock and K. Dot will hold you , Tell em Dot If you want us come see us Backdoor procedures We got what you need As our profit increases Walking from Centennial, going home like Straight down Central, got banged on I aint even have the pistol If death was the issue This shit, I guess it will be a sad song So Im thinking to myself like down They bust a u-turn, so I know Im goin I aint no bitch or nothing But if they just start jumping I got no heat, so fuck it, Ima start running Before them shots come flying Call my nigga Ralo like Hold a nigga He aint had no minutes So a nigga just hopping fences But if I do get popped, I hope hell be a witness But luckily he turned around I got home like safe and sound Now Im back to the block Where my uncle was dishing off the rock Stay ducking them cops Cause you know they will lock a nigga For them small grams, or them pounds But they wont stop my profit Or get in my pockets sell narcotics town Cause we gonna get this cream No matter how hard it seems We gonna do it together see were a team