[Kendrick Lamar]
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Said I'm a fuckin monster a massive attack'll haunt ya
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I mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors
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Mastered that, after that I went for thermometers
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Popped 'em all as they popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
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Holla back! They promised us, no pajamas insomnia
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will attack, I attack like pirahna does
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Hit your block like a comet, BLAP
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And you all know what time it is, 20-12 mark your calendars
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Calisthenics and silencers, exercisin that trigger STRIP!!
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Rock with us Metallica, competition no talent
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Hum in the jungle what's wild enough?
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Just might stumble upon a PACK, of lions
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No lyin my soilders dyin this is I-RAQ
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Alliances linin with stars and bars of a prison WRECK
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My science applyin pressure her strecher is needed
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pay the proceeds, or you live in DEBT!
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Y'all soft as a giga-pet; you niggaz can't see me
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unless you watchin the TV or ultra huggin my SILHOUETTE
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My flow got the ceiling WET; I spit 'til I feel my BREATH
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go sink in my fuckin chest
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She fuckin the fuckin best, mean my dick is the dick of death
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Means I'm killin that pussy like Spike whenever that Jerry slept
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Yo Dre! Me and Andre the Giant 6'7" and climbin
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Whether you storm to your climate, whether your beat makin or rhymin
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Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman, handful of diamonds like Jay fans
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On a island wit Ray Bans
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Glasses palmin asses that probably came wit a great tan, hee hee
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I be the motherfuckin Mecca of these Hub City spectrum
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Where they at? I will disect 'em like a fuckin frog's rectum
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While you wreckin with a wreckin ball my words flow incredible
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They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
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Et cetera et cetera, Bentley passin up Celicas
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They tellin us about shit, #HiiPoWer in your mouth bitch!
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And top dog can vouch bitch; nigga what you 'bout?A
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bout face wit army outfits, the general's here
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That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
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Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair
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And me I solemnly swear
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to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
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Only difference is I ain't never askin Allah for it!
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Only difference is I be spazzin and still apply for it!
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Put me in a category, I don't know what's a sadder story
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Guts and glory, yo' pain bore me, you ain't really lived it
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I take you to a block where they Crippin
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or Piru that 5'2 gun, bigger than the torso of Pippin
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Bitch I been doin before you niggaz ruined it show me somethin different
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You either kissin dick or givin me distance
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You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys; I know your statistics
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Who your boss he more like my assisstant?
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Get lost have a egg and a biscuit
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Break-fast when we aimin them biscuits
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Pay cash when ya chain come up missin, Q!!!
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[ScHoolBoy Q]
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(Q!) Double ups dude what the fuck?
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Get me some my promo poppin, "Setbacks" droppin soon they watchin
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I just lock and load explode, target flowed I'm somewhere blowed
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Mary got some swishers sweets, L.A. nigga prolly east
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Cheerin for the ragin beats, X-O Henny' scrape the keys
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Bangin C I'm bangin B, put them niggaz next to me
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Stop and focus get the lead, I'm hear now let the hardest be
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Shit all them dudes got ovaries - PERIOD!
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Run on sentence still I'm ventin air conditionin coolest breeze
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Ill diseases, grip my pant and shoot my semen
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Still I'm cumin miles a runnin
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I was learnin getting knowledge, head is throbbin, she a goblin
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We be mobbin over bitches, stick and miss and she the business
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Get a witness pussy frenchin, just a mission
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poppin off like on a mission, proposition
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Getting money, drop a nigga
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Rush a nigga, stomp a nigga
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Crush a nigga, dust a nigga
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Copperhead gon' crush a nigga, heatin up the winter nigga
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Somethin to remember nigga, hella sick I got a spit
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Cursed with a verse like, God told me kill the shit
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Load a clip, hecklin cops, the Hoover king!
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Bada bing by the ding-a-ling, natural Hoover
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Fing' ring with a vision clearer than Visine, Asiang from Beijing
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Money make her cum she cream; feed the weak that's WingStop
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At the start wit rain drops, Autobots
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Space shuttle, shittin on your car lots - boy stop!
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| Could at least got excitin h |
