October 19th is a busy day for the Dopehouse. While Mek will be in NYC helping put on our official CMJ showcase that features Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker and others; I’ll be in Vegas putting on the above show w/ the help of Purple Krown and TheWellVersed. Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, Stalley and Fly.Union are all set to rip the (almost sold out crowd* at the) Hard Rock Cafe stage. I’ve got a pair of tickets for one lucky dopeboy/girl and all you’ve gotta do is hit the c-section with your favorite Kendrick verse.
* If you never win and would like to purchase tickets. Click here.
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I said keep reading my diary, when my life’s entirely
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I said they wouldn’t hire me
I said I got my ass beat
And the only thing can help is ass and some titties
So whassup baby
I said whassup
I had a long day and I really wanna fuck
See I ain’t tryna think about no phone bills
Credit card late fees
Capital One popping up on my caller ID
Pawning my chain in the shop
Watching for hollow-tip shots
Watching my vehicle break down on another man’s block
Man that’s my worst fear
Ain’t that your worst fear
You know when your transmission go out and can’t switch gears
Or run through a pothole at two in the morning
Scared to hit your emergencies cause them they’ll be on it
See I know when the harsh reality take it’s toll
Open up your contacts then scroll
“Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her
You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what’s that worth”
- Kendrick Lamar
Kill him where he stand and stand over him shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I ain’t backing down for nothing
I’ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
Police radio signals sayin’ that a 187 land on your corner, coroners comfort your mama
Mama he’s dead, the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have accomplished I don’t know I don’t have conscience
I just load up and start dumpin’ on enemies I’m head hunting
No sympathy, ain’t no love when you in these streets just get something
Protect ya neck cuz they comin’ for sets, respect, split your onion
Then chop your deck your head tumblin’ like gymnastics
Cause ignorance is bliss
Kendrick lamar “sittin in the studio…” thear heart pt.2
I just got paid $6784 working off my laptop this month. And if you think that’s cool, my divorced friend has twin toddlers and made over $9k her first month.It feels so good making so much (money) when(other) people have to work for so less .This is what I do, Fox46.com
This is impossible BTW. On the other side of the spectrum… Hiiipower
Who said a black man in the Illuminati
Last time I check, that was the biggest racist party
Last time I check, we was racing with Marcus Garvey
On the freeway to Africa ’til I wreck my Audi
And I want everybody to view my autopsy
So you can see exactly where the government had shot me
No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable
They play musical chairs once I’m on that pedestal
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
The reason Lauryn Hill don’t sing, or Kurt Cobain
Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy
Product of the late 80s
Trying to stay above water, that’s why we shun the navy
Pull your guns and play me, let’s set it off
Cause a riot, throw a Molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost
Cause we been off them slave ships
Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs
I ain’t a star yet but I’m gettin’ close to em
And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him
Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera
Then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up, that reads you can’t proceed without bein’ conceived by one album of the 90′s
At Rosecrans where you’ll find me
And all my niggas is grimy
But I remain the good kid
Tryna make a difference where I’m from, where you live
Oh no we got to slow the city down
I told the homeboy pump his brakes
He said that he rather put the pump to his face
Sawed off
Torture, turn the saw off, its scorchin’
Hot where I’m from, the newscasters don’t come
Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan I ain’t done
A baby in there with it
She said postpartum did it
Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing
When he was undressing said it’ll only be a minute
“We all get distracted. Question is will you bounce back? or bounce backwards?”
Fire burning inside my eyesExplain
This the music that saved my life
Y’all 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?
Ain’t nobody gonna 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
It’s so diverse
They getting off work
And they wanna see Kendrick
Everybody can’t drive Benz’s, and I been there
So it make it my business
To give them my full attention, 10-hut!
Man, I gotta get my wind up
Man, gotta get down with God
Cause I got my sins up
Matter of fact, don’t mistake me
For no fucking rapper
They sit backstage and hide
Behind the fucking cameras
I know she bout to ask me how she look
I tell her beautiful and how long it took
For you to put it on
It was early in the morn
She resembled a model out of a macbook
Concentratin on the way the eyeliner thickens
I stand behind her and try to figure her vision
Her prettiness the wittiness of colors on her skin tone
Her complexion in a direction I’ve outgrown
Damn girl why so much?
You bout to blow your cover when you cover up
Don’t you know your imperfections is a wonderful blessing
From Heaven is where you get it from
I love your smile
You can do it without style
From your lips all the way to your eyebrows
It’s the beauty in her
But when the make up occur
I don’t see it all I see is a blur
Livin’ 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 spinnin’ you was hearin’ angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin’ from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didn’t hit the block again
That’s 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 ain’t (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, you’re blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my nigga
Don’t 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
since this track came on shuffle on my way to class.
Kendrick Lamar – Westside Right On Time
All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds
And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled I stick my tongue in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop Doggy on my stereo
Some British Knights or LA Gears with glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket
I would love a swapmeet full of Chevrolets in candy paint
That’s wet with Tammy on the bumper, can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes
A DPGC concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette
Twenty years later, “Hi hater, I’m the fucking best”
Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin’ bitch once again It’s the pretty mothafucka with a 40 ounce of brew My nigga Q and we drunker than a bitch We gettin’ millis mothafucka yeah, uh Nigga weed and brews, unbelieveable Got a freak or two, in my vehicle Got the purple drink,got the yellow drink Then we mix it up, call it Pikachu With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope Little bit of smoke, little coke Little weed, when they on them pills Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels And Ikeep the illest, trillest bitches while I’m swaggin’ it Crush a bit,little bit, that’s my pursuit of happiness!! #LongLiveAsap -TrappStar
sitting on the couch, thinking about the ratio
of blacks in prison as compact in prison
when blacks pack with minorities
system grab more of these 18 year olds
18 year sentence with no parole
the state won’t oversee
they make the term severe, a conspiracy?
that’s what i call it, it’s full of shit
a toilet can help quick, the government help?
no just put is on death row
just give us some more guns, then give us more coke
then give us another chair, then give us some more rope
then hang it like right there, yea
it’s justice for all but 90 percent unfair
care? NO
alcatraz was purchased by a white man
for 5 grand, with intentions to expand
more prisons
so these correctional’s ain’t for rehabilitation
they for grossing a bigger business
imagine
we’re being used
imagine
the truth shall be told
- uncle boby & jason keaton (verse 3)
She resembled a model out of a Mac book
Concentrating on the way the eyeliner thickens
I stand behind her and try to figure her vision
Of prettiness, the wittiness, of colors on her skin tone
Her complexion in a direction I’ve outgrown
Damn girl, why so much?
You bout to blow your cover when you cover up
Don’t you know your imperfections
Is a wonderful blessing
From heaven, is where you got it from
I love your smile
You can do it without style
From your lips, all the way to your eyebrows
It’s the beauty in her
But when the makeup occur
I don’t see it, all I see is a blur
-Kendrick Lamar – No Makeup (Her Vice)
kendrick lamar: i hate you
let me start off this letter saying i dont like you
scared of you but i will fight you
i stare at the ceiling and think about you
curiosity killing me thinking about when ima meet you
you introduce yourself to so many others
mothers sisters and brothers children and babies
drive me crazy
i wonder
why you love people that love people that do right
is it rocket science to you or is it just your type
one of my biggest fears is waking up four in the morning
and gotta hear you met one of my peers
or maybe a family member you thought was cool
or mayube a person im never gonna meet because of you
you son of a bitch, i wish you never existed
and i swear ima blow your brains out if you pay me a visit
but thats not realistic cuz youll never ride
but ima still send this letter off
po box
and when you get it
please take it personal
Best verse is waiting for detox.. Killed that shit
His verses on “Rapper Shit” with Ab-Soul are probably some of my favorites.
They say pressure bust pipes
And I ain’t never had to deal with plumbing in my life, now that’s a bar
Sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
Or colliding with the diesel with your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It’s inadequate to go against the Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what, I got no cheddar
But my mind is like a wizard
I defy the laws of gravity every time I get high and write a sentence
Back teeth never been in agony, but I got wisdom
I have risen from the wicked to jump on the competition, scorch ya
Third degree burns next to their sideburns, all sorts of
Combustible flows, firemen on speed dial
Free the leaders of the free world with a freestyle
Free the teachers, black activists get up off your feet now
And feed off my feelings as I control my wheel
Like new power steering, so sincere
Tryna duck court hearings but I got big ears
Rap peers, used to study them wishing they would fuck with me
Now they can’t fuck with him, I’m wishing good luck to them
Reluctantly these critics loving me and I don’t blame ‘em
They say, Kendrick you gunning for these niggas
So when I pull my weapon out, I give ‘em the pleasure to see me aim it
And watch these bullets run into these niggas, clear the set
I got now, I got next, give you nouns, give you verbs
Give you adjectives while proposing an agitated threat
I am most debated in barber shops all because they slept on me
Big homie fear young, buck cause when I buck I make more than a buck
Dollars come quick like a fucking nun fucking for the first time
Put me in Alaska for six months in the dark, in my heart I know sun/son still shine
Still got a skill to be found in a gold mine
I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy that lied,
Tell a story that I’ll never glory 25,
Not to worry every warrior will come and see euphoria,
And that’s a covenant I put on every tribe,
Ain’t nobody goin’ tie your shoe,
Nobody gon’ abide by your rules,
Nobody holding your gun
how come your tongue say killa then kill my mood
Light speed living in the world you know,
Little old me,
feeling like a live wire,
Bet I put some new tires on a lightning bolt,
Til’ I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote,
I am from the bottom of the jungle,
Living in the bottom of the food chain,
When you get a new chain,
nigga take it from you,
A new name
want stripes and you and zebra look alike
Hope another homicide don’t numb you and none do
Things we will never learn soon,
In the era where we wanna earn soon,
That’s a error,
you can smell it in the air and everybody really doomed,
That’s why I’m backdooring you motherfuckas,
All y’all can suck my dick!!
All them days at the county building,
Now I’m ’bout to make my mama rich!
Have you ever felt like, you finally got life
You finally got right? No longer a black sheep
Livin’ off ya dreams like Christina uh-Milian in the front seat
Of a convertible elopin’ to get married
What a feeling of overcoming the odds
It’s like I just hit the lottery, my God
There must be a God
Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling Ali
Now ya lifestyles lookin’ up and you escaped the crooked cops and you ain’t have to kill a nigga just to make a couple bucks
And she ain’t have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions
Got an independent business mind
And both of ya’ll are steady grindin, doin’ it the legal way just tryna make a decent pay on every second of the day
But they won’t give you the credit, disses out they mouth
You must enter the Illuminati just to ball out
Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I hate to bear the truth, sometimes I wanna lie
Sometimes I wanna school the youth, sometimes I wanna ride
Sometimes I wanna not think, sometimes I wanna vibe
Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out, this song bout a young boy
that’s going wild inside, when my world collide
with your world where your girl and your kids reside
We kill the facades, we feel free to fly
We’re birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
I care about my pride too much, if my clothes is new
if my ride is plush, if my hair is cut, if my diamonds is crushed
I look in the mirror, I’m trendy enough? Wrong
Insecurity roams the black community
Homes where kids must have jewelry
The high school female need earrings and details
so she can be cool to be amongst popularity
The various name brands that reach the price scan
that’s not about the right price, but more like the right scam
to rule us all, confuse us all
Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw
Now let’s draw the picture of a rapper with a chain
in a Range that is not paid for
My cousin from the South said he just bought him a house
that lives around his neck like a white collar
So why fast forward? Then I rewind
A time machine can help me double back to slavery times
Picking cotton from a field that a white man own
The blacker you are, farther you from the white man’s home
Negro spiritual zones gave us some type of sanity
Before your vanity they parted our families
They put us in hundred-degree shade, and outside we bathed
The more we were afraid, the more they made rules
and trapped our minds in the cage, our freedom was so fake
Couldn’t see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross, uh!
And school was exempt, see we couldn’t have smarts
and a smirk could get you hurt, wound diversed from a scar
Four-hundred years of nothing, four-hundred years of suffering
Four-hundred years of tears and tribulation, miseducation
See what we facing is now coming, back to the roots
Remember whips on our back and if we would run they would shoot?
Call us niggers and figured that we’d never lived in pursuit
of happiness, we captured these feelings in things that we do
Thought it’s abstinence in slavery, but we made it come to
a modern perspective, my shoe selection gotta be Louie
Her handbag gotta be Gucci, it’s fake then she foobie
She still bad though, and her fake Gucci ain’t that bad though
We filling up the gas for Rollies
Upgrade to twenty-sixes, out there riding Kobes
My cousin from the South, slavery start in the South and I bet ya
he overcompensates for the life of his ancestors
So blame it on the four-hundred years we never saw
The reason why the next four-hundred we gotta floss
Slaves
I woke up this morning with my dick on hard,
Didn’t know why ‘till I said fuck all y’all
Well, fuck this world, imma fuck that girl,
Good kid, nice city, watch my day on for all.
I put my life in these senses, fucking right,
I see the dead I like senses, I relate this with dungeon.
Man, I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent,
Now what the fuck is up, I met your neck like a penalty, nigger.
I need that, bitch, I need that, twenty four achers in the new, best believe that.
They say he got smoke like what are we that?
And everything you hope, bitch, nigger, we that.
Pockets on jelly prize back when it was ninety five,
Buy it, strap it, do it, cock it back when it is circumcised,
Right on rapping how we just react wish I could hit the spine,
If you’re dapping then we slide, do your hoop three thousand times.
So what’s good, I’m looking for a pedicure peak,
Pussy that hot, preferably the kind that don’t speak.
By man’s head ‘till she can’t bleak,
And her eyes get water, will you got to pardon me?
-Westside Right On Time
Westside (Right On Time)
I woke up this morning with my dick on hard,
Didn’t know why ‘till I said fuck all y’all
Well, fuck this world, imma fuck that girl,
Good kid, nice city, watch my day on for all.
I put my life in these senses, fucking right,
I see the dead I like senses, I relate this with dungeon.
Man, I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent,
Now what the fuck is up, I met your neck like a penalty, nigger.
I need that, bitch, I need that, twenty four achers in the new, best believe that.
They say he got smoke like what are we that?
And everything you hope, bitch, nigger, we that.
Pockets on jelly prize back when it was ninety five,
Buy it, strap it, do it, cock it back when it is circumcised,
Right on rapping how we just react wish I could hit the spine,
If you’re dapping then we slide, do your hoop three thousand times.
So what’s good, I’m looking for a pedicure peak,
Pussy that hot, preferably the kind that don’t speak.
By man’s head ‘till she can’t bleak,
And her eyes get water, will you got to pardon me?
On Some Other Shit – Black Hippy
(Ab Soul)
Sergeant salute me
Sergeant salute me, Ab-Soul-Loutley
On some other shit leave the booth full of dookie
Off the head like a noogie and my life’s like a movie
Play your role while I roll another doobie
Fire burning inside my eyes
This the music that saved my life
Y’all be calling it hip-hop
I be calling it hypnotize
Yeah, hypnotize
Trapped my body but freed my mind
What the f-ck is you fighting for?
Ain’t nobody gonna win that war
My details be retail
Man, I got so much in store
Racism is still alive
Yellow tape and colored lines
F-ck that, nigga look at that line
It’s sold out first day
Getting off work
And they wanna see Kendrick
Everybody can’t drive Benz’s, and I been there
So it make it my business
Stay giving my full attention, 10-hut!
Man, I gotta get my wind up
Man, gotta get down with God
Cause I got my sins up
Matter of fact, don’t mistake me
For no f-cking rapper
They sit backstage and hide
Behind the f-cking cameras
Rapper shit kendrick verse:
They say pressure bust pipes
And I ain’t never had to deal with plumbing in my life, now that’s a bar
Sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
Or colliding with the diesel with your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It’s inadequate to go against the Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what, I got no cheddar
But my mind is like a wizard
I defy the laws of gravity every time I get high and write a sentence
Back teeth never been in agony, but I got wisdom
I have risen from the wicked to jump on the competition, scorch ya
Third degree burns next to their sideburns, all sorts of
Combustible flows, firemen on speed dial
Free the leaders of the free world with a freestyle
Free the teachers, black activists get up off your feet now
And feed off my feelings as I control my wheel
Like new power steering, so sincere
Tryna duck court hearings but I got big ears
Rap peers, used to study them wishing they would fuck with me
Now they can’t fuck with him, I’m wishing good luck to them
Reluctantly these critics loving me and I don’t blame ‘em
They say, Kendrick you gunning for these niggas
So when I pull my weapon out, I give ‘em the pleasure to see me aim it
And watch these bullets run into these niggas, clear the set
I got now, I got next, give you nouns, give you verbs
Give you adjectives while proposing an agitated threat
I am most debated in barber shops all because they slept on me
Big homie fear young, buck cause when I buck I make more than a buck
Dollars come quick like a fucking nun fucking for the first time
Put me in Alaska for six months in the dark, in my heart I know sun/son still shine
Still got a skill to be found in a gold mine
Wait somebody beat me to that so
Growing apart kendricks 4 th verse:
So in conclusion, we all seem to stumble, planning our own demise
Forgetting the big picture and making it wallet size
So to what is important in my life, I apologize
I promise to stay faithful, focused and sanctified
We all get distracted
The question is would you bounce back or bounce backwards?
Would you not know how to act or take action? It’s just a part of life
And if your vision’s impaired, you probably lose it all tonight
So come and visit the tire screeching, ambulance, policeman
Won’t you spend a weekend on Rosecrans nigga
Khaki creasing, crime increasing on Rosecrans nigga
Kendrick Conan nigga
Where you sword at, hand on the cross and swore that
I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters Kama Sutra scream fuck your position and make you hold that
I’m trying to stay grounded like four flats
But I know flats and Piru Crip tats
I rapped him and made him Casper, I captured the likes of NASA
My pedigree to fly past ya, I pass the weed to the pastor
We all are sinners, won’t you send us to bible study faster
Your hypocrite-esque reaction a blasphemy
I assassin my casualty and it’s casually done and tell ‘em my salary come
A lump sum of hundreds don’t talk to be ’bout no money
The sun is under my feet and I come in peace to compete
I don’t run if you rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks
And I go visit the nearest creek and I get busy on many MC
Really ballistic, anybody can see any assistance
Everybody done see some persistence
Recognize I be really too vicious
The permanent beast and the demolition
Breaking up the streets, better partition
Better dot your T and I gon’ mention
How the far you see putting my dick in the rap industry
Everybody bitchin’, getting mad at me
Recognize Kendrick in the battery
And I’m charged up and the catastrophe
Is charged up and the audacity
And y’all fucks, never could hassle me
And y’all luck, just ran out you’ll see
Kendrick Lamar – Wanna Be Heard (verse 1)
“I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
Until I finally realized that Jay wasn’t me
I took my time to jot down every line that’s a quotable
Critics say I don’t be killing this shit but I know I do
Because I used to practice early morning and then after school
I’m working on my hooks my nigga, I ain’t tryna battle you
But even if I did, I guarantee I’d overshadow you
Like a fucked up taper that turned to bowl cut
I’mma close cut to Common and Gucci Mane
Now that’s a comparison that you probably wouldn’t understand
Because I can touch the people and still keep it ghetto
As an ’87 Regal with the tree air freshener on the rearview mirror
I wear a heart on my shoulder
‘Member when we used to make the boost look like Motorola?
Your cousin fucked up your room every time he came over
Then went to jail when we got older
That shit is a bad odor, but still I remain focused
In due time, I’ll be able to swipe my card and it won’t say decline
That shit’s embarrassing huh
Hope no one pay you no mind
But it’s a bad bitch behind you while you standing in line
Can you relate to my story? Can you follow my dreams
And admirations that I had ever since I was thirteen?
My momma believed in me, she let me use her van to go to the studio
Even though she know her tank is empty, that’s who I do it fo’
My pops got a different approach, yeah he believed
But he always questioned when I’mma drop my debut CD
How long this gon’ take nigga? You still haven’t ate nigga
At twenty-two I had two cars and my own place nigga
It’s a sacrifice I try to tell him
That’s when he turn to BET and tell me that he jealous
Of all these niggas getting money and their shit don’t sound like shit
I ate tryna kill your confidence or forcing you to quit
I just wanna hear you heard”
I Had no Idea Feat. Kendrick
You was insecure, jealous hearted, slight retarded
I was nauseous, I was marching back and forth, and you was forcin’ me to forfeit
Female fraudulent, you female doggin’ it
It’s like extortion on my heart and shit
I probably fell for it, cause you was gorgeous
Now your course, done ran it’s courses, and of course you know I’m exhausted
Time you know I surely lost it
Should of been wiser, should of been cautious
Should of been tighter with my game
I chose a dame that chose to entertain drama and what remains
Is hate, so fuck your fucking name
You fake and live in a hall of shame
Materialistic, egotistic, thirsty bitches
Open house, and mouth for niggas to stick they dick in
Thought you was different, but you wasn’t
Take that back, I wish I would of just fucked with your cousin
Ass was fat, but never mind that
We out here fussin’, fightin’
Ask your friends to give advice, but they just like you
Clashing like some titans, could have broadcasted on pay-per-view
Promise that you never break a promise, should I trust you?
Now you only go for condoms, on late nights just because you, with the bull shit
Livin’ 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 spinnin’ you was hearin’ angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin’ from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didn’t hit the block again
That’s 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 ain’t (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, you’re blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my nigga
Don’t 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 can’t 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 you’ve built
That’s that, don’t trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg
It ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of fuck niggas dawg
In a minute everybody gon’ be winnin’
Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all… – Blessed
Look inside the eyes of the last Mohicans survived
You won’t last a weekend outside
Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
See a demon don’t compromise
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
I’m a diamond inside the rough that’s too mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell’s fire, I never lie, you will never grind
I know the priors they running by us when we do crime
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms
When they heard that Ohio State gave me 30 racks in July
Oh Lord, this can’t be life, no it can’t be life
When they day breaks and you earned them stripes
And you learned that strike
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
It’s good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
Now your fate can record it denied a reporter replied
The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually I’m
On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
So about face if it ain’t business, I get offended, I mind
Now one fake, I’m a realist in strive, I’m a billion in five
Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine
And I recognize my nemesis gon’ try to put a finish in my shine
But pussy, where it hurt you
Life in the power circle
Cartoons and Cereal
This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody
Even with a pot to piss in
I’mma aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge
Dismiss any business of yours
Discounts never did amount to a check
That ya ass couldn’t cash when the shit bounce
Everything dismounts, niggas gon’ flip that car
AKs for the whole hood
House lick went down perfect
Two shots to the head he deserved it
I overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control
Dark Wing Duck lost service
Mama said I’d better duck, she’s nervous
Drama all up in the cut, hit the curtains
I mean don’t intervene with no gun machine
This block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin’
Emerging on everbody corner (dash for it)
Get a toe tag when you play tag with a task of a new (task force)
Everybody wanna know my life
How did I make it (past yours)
Well let me tell you like this
I’ve been running this shit since (I asked for it)
Cartoons and cereal
“I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
Until I finally realized that Jay wasn’t me
I took my time to jot down every line that’s a quotable
Critics say I don’t be killing this shit but I know I do
Because I used to practice early morning and then after school
I’m working on my hooks my nigga, I ain’t tryna battle you
But even if I did, I guarantee I’d overshadow you
Like a fucked up taper that turned to bowl cut
I’mma close cut to Common and Gucci Mane
Now that’s a comparison that you probably wouldn’t understand
As I open this book and then burn up some of this reefer
My plan is to figure out the world and escape all my demons
I’m dying inside, I wonder if Zion inside the heavens
A condom, a rollie, pain, a fat blunt and a mack 11
That’s all I see in my life and they tell me to make it right
But I”m right on the edge of Everest and I might jump tonight
Have you ever had known a saint that was taking sinner’s advice?
Well it’s probably you, am I right? If I’m wrong, you a fucking lie
When I lie on back and look at the ceiling , it’s so appealing to pray
I wonder if I’m just a villain, dealing my morals away
Some people look at my face then tell me don’t worry about it
I give em back they deposit, no money, just total silence
I’m running, they say I’m wildin’ a youngun with lack of guidance
That’s hundreds of us with problems: more money, more drugs and violence
Look at the soul of an out-of-control artist
That’s dealing with life the hardest
That’s on my life, but regardless I’mma
Ride to it, ride to it
Cause you never know
When a bullet might hit
And you die to it, die to it
Die to it, die to it
Live your life, live it right
Be different, do different things
Don’t do it like
He did, cause he ain’t what you is
But we can win, wait
Let’s get straight to the point
I like that verse where he said that thing about that stuff that was deep. Now gimmie the tickets.
This the hardest shit you’ve heard from LA this far
And I’m this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I’ll dish off
Until the day I pistol whip you posers till ya’ll pissed off
Then peel off, in a hooptie
Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me
And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me
Indubitably I’m too street
Indubitably I’m a do me
Better than your bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I’m good
I’ll make an album that’ll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I’m the future for Heaven’s talent
No tarot card reading I’m foreseeing you niggas vanish
Not only from the rap game, I’m including the planet
Cats so watered down clowns can sink Titanic
Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won’t share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff
Stop it, I’m hearin’ the comments
The critics are calling me conscious
But truthfully, every shooter be callin’ me Compton
So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common?
Proves, that ignorance is bliss
- Ignorance Is Bliss Verse 2
My favorite verse from Kendrick is the first verse he did on the song “His Pain” with BJ The Chicago Kid. It’s everything I go through.
Yesterday Explainmy nigga had told me his brother died
A day before that his homeless uncle was cold outside
A week before he seen the cancer in his mother’s eyes
Two weeks before that, couldn’t pay his rent cause he lost his job
A month before that he lost the custody of his daughter
Six months before that her mother said she won’t see her father
And this before he did a year when them charges was brought up
I shook my head, turned around then found a 100 dollars
A very moving verse from Mr. Lamar. Should of saved this one for his album in my opinion.
My favorite verse from Kendrick is the first verse he did on the song “His Pain” with BJ The Chicago Kid. It’s everything I go through.
Yesterday my nigga had told me his brother died
A day before that his homeless uncle was cold outside
A week before he seen the cancer in his mother’s eyes
Two weeks before that, couldn’t pay his rent cause he lost his job
A month before that he lost the custody of his daughter
Six months before that her mother said she won’t see her father
And this before he did a year when them charges was brought up
I shook my head, turned around then found a 100 dollars
A very moving verse from Mr. Lamar. Should of saved this one for his album in my opinion.
pac said Im from the city where the skinny die,and plenty semi bullets fly and fire marshals couldn’t stop the arsenal from arsonist thats harvesting where I preside,get a g ride then put itin drive then catchin my side now you decide in murder load up that magazine and kill off his ride roa rhoa pyros apostles crippin criteria crime stay well aware and wont you wear some colors thats uncolored if you care about your life you sacrifice your health just for your yeah then its ,blat blat blat stand still like yeah buddy yeah buddy, that’s a westcoast state of mind it could get ugly. I don’t know why you hatin mines I just get money get that shit day and night like kid cudi. Bend the corner like an 8.8 earthquake on the Richter scale rick the ruler jeweler peep Irony cool as hell eyein me she do it well purposely pc got it on lock protected custody omg-
West coast stae of mind
KENDRICK LAMAR – the heart pt.2 O(verly) D(edciated
Thank you Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go right now, freestyle or write down, whatever And still I come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts and Lord knows that I know better, but I ain’t perfect I ain’t seen too many churches or know them testament verses You should either hear me now or go deaf or end up dead, die trying and know death Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect nigga I mean that from the bottom of my heart You see my art is all I have, and victory tastes sweet even when the enemy can throw salt Still knock ‘em out the park like a fucking tow car Let bygones be bygones, but where I’m from we buy guns and more guns to give to the young I’m living the life of a nigga trapped nigga inside the system, all you envision is trap niggas My uncle doing life inside prison, he wasn’t wrapped too tight He told me rap about life, not rap, niggas That’s why I’m shaking my head when you rap dissing My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching I start evaluating, then my final intuition is that you wishing a come up, would just come up We used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre And this is Compton, lions in the land of the triumph Wrap Saran our defiance, ban our alliance Put burners in the hands of the black man One hood with twenty fo’-fo’s like a cloned Kobe Bryant You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am You probably even listen to “Faith” and think I know Zion But really I’m just caught in the loop of understanding the truth because it seem like it’s always clashing with science I got a big fear of flying My future so bright I’d probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain’t lying I swear to God half of y’all just don’t know Kendrick The school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance You walking down the block, he got shot, you wouldn’t know I witnessed You just mind your bidness You just turn your head, kneel down, and then tie your tennises It’s kinda scary ain’t it You can’t act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless? Cause your pops wasn’t anxious to see you when you hated him so much, you probably had your burner tucked in graduation Said if you see him on them bleachers then you kill him, facing twenty-five to life with a murder charge Your enemies was the prey, and now you pray to God I pray these bars get farther than Compton And if my record never break I still won’t break my promise, I promise to keep it honest Secret society, all we ask is trust and all we lack is communication like service sucks The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come And I’m like, the Kendrick Lamar O.D. in less than a month Alright? Gotta keep it pushing Can’t let the government tell me how my future looking I’m on Rosecrans & Central trying to duck the central bookings If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I’m bucking, never will I surrender I’ve been a warrior when I came out of my mom’s placenta In the gutter lane like I’m Master Splinter How splendid, I guess my project had did it Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different They said seven tracks, I said fifteen Called it an EP, they said I’m tripping But little did they know, I’m tryna change the rules that we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions Uppity bitches, handling bidness Killing our dreams, stealing our vision Out in Haiti adolescents barely have a home In L.A. everybody think they fucking on Hop on Twitter, perpetrate, we doing big shit Who we hanging with, and bragging about the iPhone I swear to God, most y’all cats just don’t know Kendrick You barely know yourself, so I guess most of y’all should be offended Ain’t doing this for my health, I’m just trying to purchase my momma them businesses Occupy my time with riches, justify my time, ambition’s just to coincide, just to go inside, books we idolize while we living Look the mastermind, took the master’s mind, just the perfect time, just to mastermind Just to master grind with precision, look the mastermind, took the… [coughs]
And this is rigamortis and it’s gorgeous when you die
Ali recorded and I’m Morpheus, the Matrix of my mind
I’m out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined
I’m on the toilet when I rhyme if you the shit then I decline
I climax where you begin and then I end on Cloud 9
And that’s important when you morph into a angel in the sky
And don’t be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply
And tell me that you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite
And I’mma be here for a while just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you could fight, we always making them duck or die
A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide
CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite
-Kendrick Lamar “Rigamortus”
Quite a glorious verse.
“Best Rapper Under 25″ -K.Dot (off of C4 Mixtape)
I’m the best rapper under 25, 24 inches on my ride
Ball like 23 and I shot my first .22 when I was 9
21 gun salute
And my soldiers killed 20 of your troops at a time
And I got about nine teens on the corner fucking with marijuana
Jive and heard about 18 rappers say that a bird can go for 17.5
Motherfuck that my sweet 16′s be equivalent to about 15 pie
I was 14 when I wrote a rhyme
All I seen was 13 ghosts every time I wrote a crazy line
All these 12 bars in my verses, that’s what Notorious and Pac arrived
God dammit I spit just like a mac 11 every time
I drop jewels, you drop dimes, you pretending to be like mine
I intend to put about 10 of you rappers on channel 9
Straight up, fuck around and get ate up
Cut ‘em up in 7 ways, funeral carried by 6 in 5 days you’ll know I go for
Money when I sink my teeth in Carter III beats
To you from me, my son the victory is mine, I won
I’m the one
The beat was the pussy
And I cum, hard
This shit make a nigga just wanna ride
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks, had nothing that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy delight
Tell a story that I’ll never flourish 25
Not to worry, every warrior will come and see you fully
Young, that’s a covenant that I put on every tribe
Ain’t nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killa then kill my mood
Light speed living in the world you know
Lit a whole leaf, feeling like a live wire
Bet I put some new tires on a lighting bolt
Til’ I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
I am from the bottom of the jungle
Living in the bottom of the food chain
When you get a new chain, nigga take it from you
A new Dame, one stripe, and you a zebra look alike
Hope another homicide don’t numb you a nun
Do things we’ll never learn soon
And the error where we wanna earn soon
That’s an error, you can smell it in the air
Everybody really doomed
That’s why I backed on you maa’fuckas
All yall can suck my dick
All them days that the county buildings
I”m bout to make my momma rich
Cartoons and (cereal)
I ain’t felt this (good since)
School mixed up (here we go)
Elementary hood shit
2 much for you nikas 3 much for you hoes wayne told me that and that’s just how it goes. K.Dot
I swear you people don’t know kendrick,you don’t know him
but you say you want some more kendrick, let me show’em
I feel I might get loose tonight and f**k your girlfriend I mean i feel she might come through tonight PLUS her girlfriend in a 5 star suite with a 5 star freak slinging that D while baby eat on her punani OOOO mami look at your bodies I’m geeked.
They play musical chairs once I’m on that pedestal
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
The reason Lauryn Hill don’t sing, or Kurt Cobain
Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy
Product of the late 80s
Ain’t nobody go tie your shoe
Black lip bastard, pass me your password
So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane
Before I fall I’m sure to curse you all in Jesus’ name
Look inside my parking garage and see a collage
Of every person I despise since the moment I turned 5
Calculate my steps and strategically took my time
Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)
Eat that pink pussy like it’s Friday
Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade
And somebody tell Rihanna too
I need that vagina too (Hey baby!)
Don’t fucking take me for some kind of fool
I’m kinda the reminder of knowin’ Compton ain’t kinda cool
Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn’t see my views
Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move
I hope this shit can register on a regular soon
Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool bitch
K.Dot, leave ‘em grieving on evening news
Even when society break even, I’ll break rules
Everything I doExplain is alumni
I’mma take my time, I’mma master it
You should be mindful of a mastermind
Put a landmine right where your momma live
Now blow up, blow up, hold up
I’ve seen your kind before
See me as a dollar sign
Till I resign on your report
That I done you wrong, and I mean to know
My homie never
Nigga right now, it’s now or never
Nigga right now, I’m high as ever
But however…
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga just wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy that lied
Tell a story that I’ll never glory 25
Not to worry, every warrior will come and see euphoria
And that’s a covenant I put on every tribe
Ain’t nobody gon’ tie your shoe
Nobody gon’ abide by your rule
Nobody holding your gun, how come your tongue say killa then kill my mood
Light speed living in the world you know
Little old me, feeling like a live wire
Bet I put some new tires on a lightning bolt
Til’ I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
I am from the bottom of the jungle
Living in the bottom of the food chain
When you get a new chain, nigga take it from you
A new name, want stripes, and you and zebra look alike
Hope another homicide don’t numb you and none do
Things we will never learn soon
In the era where we wanna earn soon
That’s a error, you can smell it in the air and everybody really doomed
That’s why I’m backdooring you motherfuckas
All y’all can suck my dick
All them days at the county building
Now I’m ’bout to make my mama rich
Cartoons and (cereal!) I ain’t felt this good since
Scrooge McDuck, (here we go!) Elementary hood shit