Backwards lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (with Tame Impala)
[Tame Impala]
It feels like I only go backwards baby
Every part of me says "go ahead".
I got my hopes up again, oh no... not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
[Verse 1:]
And we'll be screaming out "No Rules, No Rules"
Feel the energy we go through, I told you
Pump my fist like I'm supposed to, I showed you
My vision of the unsocial, is so cool
Look around me and just see the same, who to blame?
See my generation has no shame, I play the game
How I see it this is inside the future, this is nothing that you're used to
I refuse to play the victim my religion is to move you
Out your power position my army head on collision
Cant harm me out of my own skin, government need assistance
Every time that I zone in
Nothing is more convincing than telling you that I won't bend
Break or fake partition
I can't, this is my life design
This is me taking mines, this is what I live for
This is me taking yours, this is more than c4
This is what happens when we're ready to build and destroy
I hope that you enjoy
[Tame Impala]
It feels like I only go backwards baby
Every part of me says "go ahead".
I got my hopes up again, oh no... not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
[Verse 2:]
I live my life a rebel, a vigilante, Devils try to get at me
Pedal through this underworld undertakers won't catch me
System make no sense don't feel justice if you would ask me
I'll tell you everything is corrupted don't you walk passed me
With the condescending look I can tell you're pretending
Like you my friends and you just a henchman I feel relentless
I feel the tension in the air thick enough to cut through it
Or cut you with it I come from a glove that breed a nuisance
Trespass on your property I am properly aiming to go and get your democracy
This is me changing faces cuz I can stand alone and die alone as long as I got pride
The victory and fight is all in my eyes
The night is young and I can see your demise
I'm waiting for it
You can't ignore it you live dormant
I die enormous
Big as the lies you tell I can tell that you feel defeated
The truth will set you free and to me that's the only reason
Capisce
[Tame Impala]
It feels like I only go backwards baby
Every part of me says "go ahead".
I got my hopes up again, oh no... not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
It feels like I only go backwards baby
Every part of me says "go ahead".
I got my hopes up again, oh no... not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
[Verse 1:]
And we'll be screaming out "No Rules, No Rules"
Feel the energy we go through, I told you
Pump my fist like I'm supposed to, I showed you
My vision of the unsocial, is so cool
Look around me and just see the same, who to blame?
See my generation has no shame, I play the game
How I see it this is inside the future, this is nothing that you're used to
I refuse to play the victim my religion is to move you
Out your power position my army head on collision
Cant harm me out of my own skin, government need assistance
Every time that I zone in
Nothing is more convincing than telling you that I won't bend
Break or fake partition
I can't, this is my life design
This is me taking mines, this is what I live for
This is me taking yours, this is more than c4
This is what happens when we're ready to build and destroy
I hope that you enjoy
[Tame Impala]
It feels like I only go backwards baby
Every part of me says "go ahead".
I got my hopes up again, oh no... not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
[Verse 2:]
I live my life a rebel, a vigilante, Devils try to get at me
Pedal through this underworld undertakers won't catch me
System make no sense don't feel justice if you would ask me
I'll tell you everything is corrupted don't you walk passed me
With the condescending look I can tell you're pretending
Like you my friends and you just a henchman I feel relentless
I feel the tension in the air thick enough to cut through it
Or cut you with it I come from a glove that breed a nuisance
Trespass on your property I am properly aiming to go and get your democracy
This is me changing faces cuz I can stand alone and die alone as long as I got pride
The victory and fight is all in my eyes
The night is young and I can see your demise
I'm waiting for it
You can't ignore it you live dormant
I die enormous
Big as the lies you tell I can tell that you feel defeated
The truth will set you free and to me that's the only reason
Capisce
[Tame Impala]
It feels like I only go backwards baby
Every part of me says "go ahead".
I got my hopes up again, oh no... not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
Black Friday lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (remix of J. Cole's "A Tale of 2 Citiez")
Dick hard like Rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y'all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him
Probably thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest
Whoa
Burnin' my leather-
(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y'all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him
Probably thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest
Whoa
Burnin' my leather-
(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)
For The Homies lyrics - Kendrick Lamar
And this is for the homies
I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we...
Somebody get ready to pass me the hit of that endo, I'm tryna get blown
I'm tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac brown
Looking for E.T. to phone home
Tadow, the flavor I kick reminisce the good days
Thinking back when we used to run in the swap meet for the Rollie chains
Pro Club t-shirts, whiter than Anglo-Saxons
Make it a 1X-Tall, crispy with the cotton fashion
That's fashion if you come where I'm from
Compton California, One love to the murder capital under the sun
Young niggas running around the street with heat bigger than me
But I don't trip, I still dip like salsa to a chip
Rolling down Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack
He talking about some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that
And so I scooped him round 3:30, Telling me it's all good
Tiger Woods, Now we looking for the birdy birdies
Stopped at the sto' to get some rubbers
Pulled up on the breezies, Well what do you know? I think they love us
[Hook:]
And this is for the homies
I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we got it going on
And if you feel good (hey)
Raise your hands high and throw up your hood (hey)
Represent the city like you know you should (hey)
I want to make sure that you understood we got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
As I continue my day, quite copacetic
Headed to my momma's house to see what them greens are talking bout, hungry as hell
Had the right grub, I bail, need some gas
ARCO station on Avalon, a relative hit me up as he rolled past
We used to stand in line for Jordans, excited we got 'em
Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands tied to the bottom
Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James Worthy was two of my favorites
I might pull out the green Larry Bird on special occasions
But anyway I'm steady coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima
Ashtray got a million roaches, I'm focussed but feeling good
The homies hanging on [?] and Monte Carlos
Impalas and Tahoes, shoot something nigga, break that fifty
I'm grabbing the city like I'm supposed to
Making my presence felt like Christmas day, what can I say?
Every vocal is spoken with the wisdom of a G
If you can't relate then please have a seat
[Hook]
So, wherever you located, won't you let it be known
And put on for the soil of which you was grown
I put on like brand new Chuck Taylors
While giving you cuts like fresh tapers
I'm such a fool with it, go nuts
You bullshitting like Tuck, the bounce then untuck
The bounce then throw up, a rare jewel, you duck
Take 'em to school I must, this for the cool in us
This ain't for you, so what?!
[Hook]
I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we...
Somebody get ready to pass me the hit of that endo, I'm tryna get blown
I'm tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac brown
Looking for E.T. to phone home
Tadow, the flavor I kick reminisce the good days
Thinking back when we used to run in the swap meet for the Rollie chains
Pro Club t-shirts, whiter than Anglo-Saxons
Make it a 1X-Tall, crispy with the cotton fashion
That's fashion if you come where I'm from
Compton California, One love to the murder capital under the sun
Young niggas running around the street with heat bigger than me
But I don't trip, I still dip like salsa to a chip
Rolling down Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack
He talking about some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that
And so I scooped him round 3:30, Telling me it's all good
Tiger Woods, Now we looking for the birdy birdies
Stopped at the sto' to get some rubbers
Pulled up on the breezies, Well what do you know? I think they love us
[Hook:]
And this is for the homies
I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we got it going on
And if you feel good (hey)
Raise your hands high and throw up your hood (hey)
Represent the city like you know you should (hey)
I want to make sure that you understood we got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
As I continue my day, quite copacetic
Headed to my momma's house to see what them greens are talking bout, hungry as hell
Had the right grub, I bail, need some gas
ARCO station on Avalon, a relative hit me up as he rolled past
We used to stand in line for Jordans, excited we got 'em
Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands tied to the bottom
Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James Worthy was two of my favorites
I might pull out the green Larry Bird on special occasions
But anyway I'm steady coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima
Ashtray got a million roaches, I'm focussed but feeling good
The homies hanging on [?] and Monte Carlos
Impalas and Tahoes, shoot something nigga, break that fifty
I'm grabbing the city like I'm supposed to
Making my presence felt like Christmas day, what can I say?
Every vocal is spoken with the wisdom of a G
If you can't relate then please have a seat
[Hook]
So, wherever you located, won't you let it be known
And put on for the soil of which you was grown
I put on like brand new Chuck Taylors
While giving you cuts like fresh tapers
I'm such a fool with it, go nuts
You bullshitting like Tuck, the bounce then untuck
The bounce then throw up, a rare jewel, you duck
Take 'em to school I must, this for the cool in us
This ain't for you, so what?!
[Hook]
Monster (Freestyle) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar
Nigga tell the world I'm Compton, Compton
Nigga I'm Compton
Big ass condom, mothafuck ya problems
Make sure that you don't bring ya man to my concert
I want you to suck my whole band after concert
Compton, Compton
Nigga I'm Compton
Big ass condom, mothafuck ya problems
I'm killin' every instrumental and I cosign em
And no 360 deals, see that's advance at McDonald's
I spazz like a wino
Time and time again I often wonder where the time go, my daddy and my mom know
I stomp a rapper like a Kappa or beat him like a congo
Then speed off in a Bronco, OJ
Often reminisce about the old days, Hardaway/Alonzo
Back then we was wearing LA gears with the rhinestones
Nowadays I'm coming headfirst like a rhino
I rhyme like I invented it my wordplay is unlimited
Now nigga spin my vinyl, club going apeshit
Rap like I ain't ate shit, shit on any A-list
Artist you a novice I'm recording on a spaceship
And we never nodded to your sing-le, King K
D.O.T. is E.T.A. Primetime, new clothes
Closeminded niggas getting clotheslined, I suppose
Bitch I think I'm 2pac
Bitch I think I'm B.I.G
Bitch I think I'm Eazy-E, I'm Big L and I'm ODB
And OMG I might OD, yeah that be my new tape
That's appreciation tape, thanks for knowing that I'm great
Middle finger to the fake… FUCK YOU!
I'm the center of attention Hut 1, Hut 2
And my bitch a mutt too, mixed with all types of shit
Got the keys to her pad like I'm bout to type and shitt
Got em all hype and shit, I ain't even do nothing
Screaming out "fuck the world", tell you when I'm through nutting
Compton, Compton
Nigga I'm Compton
Big ass condom, mothafuck ya momma!
I go inside the studio and suicide bomb ya!
I bomb on Obama if that nigga get in my way
I'm smelling some vagina, ya niggas some clitoris
Must be already dead, saying I ain't killing it
I'm in the lead and winning it, feeling like a stunt double
Walk up first we already in hell, pass the blunt devil
Ya talking illuminati I'm talking eliminating
Everyone including Satan, Lord knows heaven waiting
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
Tell Wayne to swallow his pride
Ya niggas talking that jive
I'm talking that Malcolm X
Martin Luther hustles through ya ripping through ya fucking set
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
Jigga man should've retired
I'm going after Kanye, Lupe Fiasco and Nas
Snoop Dogg and mister Andre, Eminem, Busta Buss Rhymes
Y'all better bust no more rhymes
I'ma start busting your ass
If you walk with a mac truck, then throw a bus on your ass!
Ya'll be no action, no pass
We gon' start busting on niggas
Choppers be bustin' on niggas?
Chopper be bustin' on niggas!
Fuck you and fuck you fuck niggas
I'm do this for solo
Ain't not countdown fuck with us
TDE that's the logo
And your bitch eat my promo
Yeah she know the whole tape
I'ma make a nasty movie and make sure that ho tapes
They be like oh no wait, he's bout to take the whole cake
You goddamn right, gotta big appetite with a big tapeworm everyday I yearn another meal, I'm hun-gray
Give some to my ho-mays
Nigga we made men and cavemen, living in the stone age
I got this ignorant type shit, from my uncle Tony
And may my nigga rest in peace
From heaven I know you see I'm Compton, Compton
Nigga I am Compton
A big ass condom, mothafuck LAPD, DA, and your honor got pumped up on Alondra
Trap my body, free my mind
Hoping ya'll could see the sign
Nigga I'm Compton
Big ass condom, mothafuck ya problems
Make sure that you don't bring ya man to my concert
I want you to suck my whole band after concert
Compton, Compton
Nigga I'm Compton
Big ass condom, mothafuck ya problems
I'm killin' every instrumental and I cosign em
And no 360 deals, see that's advance at McDonald's
I spazz like a wino
Time and time again I often wonder where the time go, my daddy and my mom know
I stomp a rapper like a Kappa or beat him like a congo
Then speed off in a Bronco, OJ
Often reminisce about the old days, Hardaway/Alonzo
Back then we was wearing LA gears with the rhinestones
Nowadays I'm coming headfirst like a rhino
I rhyme like I invented it my wordplay is unlimited
Now nigga spin my vinyl, club going apeshit
Rap like I ain't ate shit, shit on any A-list
Artist you a novice I'm recording on a spaceship
And we never nodded to your sing-le, King K
D.O.T. is E.T.A. Primetime, new clothes
Closeminded niggas getting clotheslined, I suppose
Bitch I think I'm 2pac
Bitch I think I'm B.I.G
Bitch I think I'm Eazy-E, I'm Big L and I'm ODB
And OMG I might OD, yeah that be my new tape
That's appreciation tape, thanks for knowing that I'm great
Middle finger to the fake… FUCK YOU!
I'm the center of attention Hut 1, Hut 2
And my bitch a mutt too, mixed with all types of shit
Got the keys to her pad like I'm bout to type and shitt
Got em all hype and shit, I ain't even do nothing
Screaming out "fuck the world", tell you when I'm through nutting
Compton, Compton
Nigga I'm Compton
Big ass condom, mothafuck ya momma!
I go inside the studio and suicide bomb ya!
I bomb on Obama if that nigga get in my way
I'm smelling some vagina, ya niggas some clitoris
Must be already dead, saying I ain't killing it
I'm in the lead and winning it, feeling like a stunt double
Walk up first we already in hell, pass the blunt devil
Ya talking illuminati I'm talking eliminating
Everyone including Satan, Lord knows heaven waiting
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
Tell Wayne to swallow his pride
Ya niggas talking that jive
I'm talking that Malcolm X
Martin Luther hustles through ya ripping through ya fucking set
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
I'm the best rapper alive!
Jigga man should've retired
I'm going after Kanye, Lupe Fiasco and Nas
Snoop Dogg and mister Andre, Eminem, Busta Buss Rhymes
Y'all better bust no more rhymes
I'ma start busting your ass
If you walk with a mac truck, then throw a bus on your ass!
Ya'll be no action, no pass
We gon' start busting on niggas
Choppers be bustin' on niggas?
Chopper be bustin' on niggas!
Fuck you and fuck you fuck niggas
I'm do this for solo
Ain't not countdown fuck with us
TDE that's the logo
And your bitch eat my promo
Yeah she know the whole tape
I'ma make a nasty movie and make sure that ho tapes
They be like oh no wait, he's bout to take the whole cake
You goddamn right, gotta big appetite with a big tapeworm everyday I yearn another meal, I'm hun-gray
Give some to my ho-mays
Nigga we made men and cavemen, living in the stone age
I got this ignorant type shit, from my uncle Tony
And may my nigga rest in peace
From heaven I know you see I'm Compton, Compton
Nigga I am Compton
A big ass condom, mothafuck LAPD, DA, and your honor got pumped up on Alondra
Trap my body, free my mind
Hoping ya'll could see the sign
The Heart Part 4 lyrics - Kendrick Lamar
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's turnin'
Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin'
This seed in this soil is classified
I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future
I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but...
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein' around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don't you just tell me you was just playin'
Oh I was just playin' with you K-Dot, c'mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
Yellin', "1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great motherfucker I've died
What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach nigga (facts)
I'm fresh out the water I'm 'bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin' mad
Bodies is adding up, market's about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell 'em that God comin'
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me
How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it's like that, drop one classic, came right back
'Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E's
It's not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It's sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin' portray a boxer
Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm fouled
They throwin' me out, you throwin' the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don't like that)
Look at my smile, I'm smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain't the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo' punk ass down)
So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y'all got till April the 7th to get ya'll shit together
Let's get it!
Look look, on foenem
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's turnin'
Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin'
This seed in this soil is classified
I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future
I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but...
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein' around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don't you just tell me you was just playin'
Oh I was just playin' with you K-Dot, c'mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
Yellin', "1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great motherfucker I've died
What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach nigga (facts)
I'm fresh out the water I'm 'bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin' mad
Bodies is adding up, market's about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell 'em that God comin'
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me
How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it's like that, drop one classic, came right back
'Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E's
It's not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It's sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin' portray a boxer
Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm fouled
They throwin' me out, you throwin' the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don't like that)
Look at my smile, I'm smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain't the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo' punk ass down)
So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y'all got till April the 7th to get ya'll shit together
Let's get it!
Look look, on foenem
Untitled 2 (Blue Faces) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie with you
I could never afford not to afford
I could never put my plans to the side with you
I could never see a red light
Like a deer with a headlight
I freeze up when I re-up
See I rarely have patience
And you're relating
Only the moment to complete us
Why you hate to work for it?
The reason why I hate to wait for it?
See a nine to five was so jive turkey
But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me
You plead the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
But why you so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
They say I’m down on my luck
And it’s something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today and tell them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down to the top
My home girl got a credit card scam
She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn
Intuition got a black woman wishin'
She sayin' this on the phone with the noodles in the pan
I know you, woman, I console you, woman
You feel like the universe owes you, woman
Oh the anticipation, hoping you could make it
Women don't prosper chasing education
But you're talented, and can't handle it
And your homegirls can't be your manager
365 times four, plus more
Can't get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina?
But ain't no money like fast money
Even today I'm considered a crash dummy
A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward?
My accolades better than all them
But why I'm so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
They say I’m down on my luck
And it’s something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today and tell them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down to the top
I love god, I love speed, I love drank, I love me
I love oceans in the deep
I love women, I love me
I love God
But I’m scared of god speed
Sometimes
Wrote this song looking at a broke home maybe
You know the poverty stricken the little broke boy and baby
Somebody say "Kendrick American, they sho’ is crazy"
And I said “why?”
Then he looked me in the eye
He said homie you messed up
You breaking my good luck
You wishing for miracles
Living through shit, you’re crying hysterical
Settle for everything, complain about everything
Say your soul crack, my world amphetamines
You projects ain’t it, I live in a hut
You living to keep warm
I’m living to pay rent
I paid my way through
Praying to Allah
You played your way through dealing with Wi-Fi
Go ish yourself, you talking to strangers
Same thing go for the ones you came with
We all came on the boat looking for hope
And all you can say is that you’re looking for dope
These days ain’t no compromise
Your pain ain’t mine half the time
A brand new excuse ain’t nothing to me
See I made my moves, with shackled feet
Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town
Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town
Cornrow Kenny
All morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr
Morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr, skrr
Cornrow Kenny
So many plays on me I finesse
Palisade views with some sex
I lost a lot of love for missionary
This the first time I react
Me and Top is like a Kobe and Phil
A father figure play with him, you get killed
Play with me and he will kill you himself
TDE the mafia of the west
Move in silence, yeah, we juggin’ like that
Act of violence, yeah, we juggin’ like that
I did a lot of dumb things in my past
Love will give me hope and I won’t relapse
Dave just bought a new nine eleven
Almost thought I’d seen another plane crash
Q just bought a brand new McLaren
Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects
Moosa got his son dripping in gold
Me? I'm about to let my hair down on hoes
Ali 'bout to let his hair down on hoes
Top billing that’s a million a show
Might blow the whole Remy on Soul
Might tell Obama be more like Punch
Sounwave got a Grammy this year
Mack wop, bet he do what he want
Level two, level two
No I’m not done
You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one
I could put a rapper on life support
Guarantee something that none of you want
Then hold me down and they yell something like
Rent is like twenty five hundred a month
What if I empty my bank out and stunt?
What if I empty my bank out and stunt?
You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one
You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one
You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one
You ain’t got, you ain’t got
You ain’t got, you ain’t got
Tell me that, tell me that
That, I am the One
You ain’t got, you ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got tell me that, what I’m the one
Yes, I’m the one
Year Of The Firesheep lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Schoolboy Q)
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Said I'm a fuckin monster
A massive attack will haunt ya
Mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors mastered that
After that I went for thermometers
Popped them all then popped them in the jar
Tracy veronica holla back
They promise theres no pajamas
Insomnia when attack I attack like pirahana
Theres hit your block like a comet
And you all know what time it is 2012 mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silence is excersize
And that trigger strapped
Rock with us Metallica competition
No talent I'm in the jungle
Loud enough just might stumble
Upon a pack of lions no lying
My soldiers dying
This is like rap alliance is lining with
Stars and bars of a prison wrapped my science applying
Pressure a stretcher is needed paint prosthese of your living dead
Your stuff is a giga pet
You niggas cant see me unless you watchin that TV
Ill hold your hug in my silouette
My flow got the ceiling wet
I spit till I feel my breath start stinkin my fuckin chest
She fuckin the fuckin best mean my dick is the dick of death
Mean I'm killin that pussy like spike whenever that jerry slip
Yeah dre
Me and Andre the giant 6’7” and climbin
Whether your storm to your climbin
Whether your beat makin a rhyme and
Bumpin some feelins huh man with a handful of diamonds like jay fans on an island with ray bans
Glasses, palmin’ asses that probably came with a great tan
I’ll be the motherfuckin mecca of this hub city spectrum
Where they at I will dissect them like a fuckin frogs rectum
While you're wrecking with irreputable my words so incredible
Probably call the federal after I slaughter several
Etcetera etcetera barely passin up celicas
Tellin us about shit
Hiii power in your mouth bitch
And top dawg can vouch bitch
Nigga what you bout
About face and army outfits the general’s head
Means the hustlers and the criminals there
Pinnotens reach the pinnacle of life in despair
And me I solemnly swear
To handle mine like a taliban and die for it
Only difference is I ain't never asked and I lie for it
Only difference is I be spazzin and still a pow for it
Put me in a category
I don't know whats a sadder story
Guts and glory your pain bore me
You ain't really lived it
I’ll take you to a block where they crippin
A piru that’s 5’2” gun bigger than the torso of pippen
Bitch I been doin it since before you niggas ruined it
Show me something different
You either kissin dick or givin me distance
You live in a district of dimebags and dummies
I know your statistics
Who your bar he more like my assistant
Get lost have an egg and a biscuit
Break-fast when we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash when your chain come up missin
Q, Q
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Ahh, double up said what the fuck
Give me some I’ll throw more poppin
Sagrets droppin soon they watchin
9s thats locked and load explode
Druggin ford I'm slowly known
Mary up some swisher sweets
LA nigga probably eats
Shrimp for the ragin beats
XO, henney, scrape the kief
Bangin c I’ll bang your beat
Put them niggas next to me
Stoppin for them give the lead
I'm here now let the hardest speak
All them dudes got ovaries, period, run on sentence
Still I'm ventin
Air condition coolest breezes, ill diseases
Grip my pen and shoot my semen
Still I'm coming
Mouths is runnin
I was learning gettin knowledge
And describin she a goblin
We be mobbin over bitches
Stickin missus she the business
Ghetto witness pussy frenchin
Just a mission poppin off like on a mission
Proposition gettin money drop a nigga
Rush a nigga, stomp a nigga, crush a nigga, dust a nigga
Cop a head gon bust nigga
Heatin up the winter nigga
Somethin to remember nigga
Hella sick I gotta spit
Curse with a verse like god told me kill this shit
Load a clip hecklin cops
The hoover king
Ba da bing by the dingaling
Natural hoover
Ving rhames with a vision clearer than visene
Asian from bejiing
Money making compton cream
Feed a weak thats when it stop
Start with rain drops
Autobots, space shuttle I'm shittin on your car lot
Boy stop
Could've at least got a saturn huh
Hiii power see a pattern huh
Puttin on chops like I've never been freed
Toon to the knees still I'm shootin up scenes
Cheese and a nigga thoughts succeed
Promising scenes ba da bing bing bing
Said I'm a fuckin monster
A massive attack will haunt ya
Mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors mastered that
After that I went for thermometers
Popped them all then popped them in the jar
Tracy veronica holla back
They promise theres no pajamas
Insomnia when attack I attack like pirahana
Theres hit your block like a comet
And you all know what time it is 2012 mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silence is excersize
And that trigger strapped
Rock with us Metallica competition
No talent I'm in the jungle
Loud enough just might stumble
Upon a pack of lions no lying
My soldiers dying
This is like rap alliance is lining with
Stars and bars of a prison wrapped my science applying
Pressure a stretcher is needed paint prosthese of your living dead
Your stuff is a giga pet
You niggas cant see me unless you watchin that TV
Ill hold your hug in my silouette
My flow got the ceiling wet
I spit till I feel my breath start stinkin my fuckin chest
She fuckin the fuckin best mean my dick is the dick of death
Mean I'm killin that pussy like spike whenever that jerry slip
Yeah dre
Me and Andre the giant 6’7” and climbin
Whether your storm to your climbin
Whether your beat makin a rhyme and
Bumpin some feelins huh man with a handful of diamonds like jay fans on an island with ray bans
Glasses, palmin’ asses that probably came with a great tan
I’ll be the motherfuckin mecca of this hub city spectrum
Where they at I will dissect them like a fuckin frogs rectum
While you're wrecking with irreputable my words so incredible
Probably call the federal after I slaughter several
Etcetera etcetera barely passin up celicas
Tellin us about shit
Hiii power in your mouth bitch
And top dawg can vouch bitch
Nigga what you bout
About face and army outfits the general’s head
Means the hustlers and the criminals there
Pinnotens reach the pinnacle of life in despair
And me I solemnly swear
To handle mine like a taliban and die for it
Only difference is I ain't never asked and I lie for it
Only difference is I be spazzin and still a pow for it
Put me in a category
I don't know whats a sadder story
Guts and glory your pain bore me
You ain't really lived it
I’ll take you to a block where they crippin
A piru that’s 5’2” gun bigger than the torso of pippen
Bitch I been doin it since before you niggas ruined it
Show me something different
You either kissin dick or givin me distance
You live in a district of dimebags and dummies
I know your statistics
Who your bar he more like my assistant
Get lost have an egg and a biscuit
Break-fast when we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash when your chain come up missin
Q, Q
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Ahh, double up said what the fuck
Give me some I’ll throw more poppin
Sagrets droppin soon they watchin
9s thats locked and load explode
Druggin ford I'm slowly known
Mary up some swisher sweets
LA nigga probably eats
Shrimp for the ragin beats
XO, henney, scrape the kief
Bangin c I’ll bang your beat
Put them niggas next to me
Stoppin for them give the lead
I'm here now let the hardest speak
All them dudes got ovaries, period, run on sentence
Still I'm ventin
Air condition coolest breezes, ill diseases
Grip my pen and shoot my semen
Still I'm coming
Mouths is runnin
I was learning gettin knowledge
And describin she a goblin
We be mobbin over bitches
Stickin missus she the business
Ghetto witness pussy frenchin
Just a mission poppin off like on a mission
Proposition gettin money drop a nigga
Rush a nigga, stomp a nigga, crush a nigga, dust a nigga
Cop a head gon bust nigga
Heatin up the winter nigga
Somethin to remember nigga
Hella sick I gotta spit
Curse with a verse like god told me kill this shit
Load a clip hecklin cops
The hoover king
Ba da bing by the dingaling
Natural hoover
Ving rhames with a vision clearer than visene
Asian from bejiing
Money making compton cream
Feed a weak thats when it stop
Start with rain drops
Autobots, space shuttle I'm shittin on your car lot
Boy stop
Could've at least got a saturn huh
Hiii power see a pattern huh
Puttin on chops like I've never been freed
Toon to the knees still I'm shootin up scenes
Cheese and a nigga thoughts succeed
Promising scenes ba da bing bing bing
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