[Intro: excerpt from interview with Dash Snow]
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I'll tell you what I don't believe in, can I do that?
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Alright, I don't believe in the, in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever
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I try not to obey them at any time
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That's what I believe in, not believing in
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(So what keeps you alive?)
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Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds and
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uh, what keeps me alive? Shit, um
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Music, I have to listen to music all day long
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I say that keeps me going
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I'm a pretty dark person, I've thought about ending it a million times
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and I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
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[Kendrick Lamar]
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Thank you
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Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go
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right now, freestyle or write down, whatever
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And still I come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts
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and Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect
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I ain't seen too many churches or know them testament verses
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You should either hear me now or go deaf
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or end up dead, die trying and know death
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Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath
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Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect nigga
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I mean that from the bottom of my heart
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You see my art is all I have, and victory tastes sweet
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even when the enemy can throw salt
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Still knock 'em out the park like a fucking tow car
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Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from
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we buy guns and more guns to give to the young
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I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga
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inside the system, all you envision is trap niggas
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My uncle doing life inside prison, he wasn't wrapped too tight
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He told me rap about life, not rap, niggas
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That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing
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My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching
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I start evaluating, then my final intuition
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is that you wishing a come up, would just come up
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We used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse
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Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre
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And this is Compton, lions in the land of the triumph
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Wrap Saran our defiance, ban our alliance
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Put burners in the hands of the black man
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One hood with twenty fo'-fo's like a cloned Kobe Bryant
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You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am
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You probably even listen to "Faith" and think I know Zion
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But really I'm just caught in the loop of understanding the truth
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because it seem like it's always clashing with science
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I got a big fear of flying
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My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain't lying
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I swear to God half of y'all just don't know Kendrick
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The school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance
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You walking down the block, he got shot, you wouldn't know I witnessed
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You just mind your bidness
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You just turn your head, kneel down, and then tie your tennises
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It's kinda scary ain't it
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You can't act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous
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Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless?
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Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see you when you hated him
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so much, you probably had your burner tucked in graduation
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Said if you see him on them bleachers then you kill him, facing
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twenty-five to life with a murder charge
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Your enemies was the prey, and now you pray to God
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I pray these bars get farther than Compton
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And if my record never break I still won't break my promise, I promise to keep it honest
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Secret society, all we ask is trust
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and all we lack is communication like service sucks
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The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come
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And I'm like, the Kendrick Lamar O.D. in less than a month
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Alright? Gotta keep it pushing
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Can't let the government tell me how my future looking
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I'm on Rosecrans & Central trying to duck the central bookings
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If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bucking, never will I surrender
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I've been a warrior when I came out of my mom's placenta
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In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter
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How splendid, I guess my project had did it
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Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different
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They said seven tracks, I said fifteen
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Called it an EP, they said I'm tripping
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But little did they know, I'm tryna change the rules
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that we've b |