Miscellaneous minds are never explaining their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddling sin, thinking maybe when you get old you realize I’m not going to fold or demise (I don’t smoke crack, m*therf*cker I sell it!) Everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc Don’t you pop me no f*cking pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this sh*t So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this sh*t So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this b*tch One at a time, I line them up and bomb on they mom while she watching the kids I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists I’m important like the pope, I’m a Muslim on pork I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women friends I’m in Vegas Who the f*ck y’all thought it’s supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable F*ck y’all clubs, f*ck y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts Gobble d*ck up until you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch I’ve seen n*ggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies’ll prolly turn these n*ggas to f*cking Lindsey Lohan A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key Judge me until the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley (I don’t smoke crack m*therf*cker I sell it) I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis I’m aiming straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me You plan on stumping me? B*tch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me B*tch I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sake I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time Bout who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of yall New n*ggas just new n*ggas, don’t get involved And I ain’t rockin no more designer shit White Tees and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous I’m usually homeboys with the same n*ggas I’m rhyming with But this is hip hop and them n*ggas should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake Big Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you n*ggas Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you n*iggas They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you n*ggas What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it? You better off trying to skydive Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as f*ck trying to land With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg Bumping Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread ~Kendrick Lamar
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 19:19:09 +0000
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