Brother number 2, what it do
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Yeah, a€| brother number 2, what it do
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a€| knock beef like I knock boots
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Propaganda when I step to rescue yo
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You know they make it big than what it is in particular
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Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcom
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Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
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I march pit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
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Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
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Yes that talent, kids are scared of ya, cana€™t even spell competitor
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Lord is my witness
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I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
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The only features I got is was this hand and face I was getting
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How ironic, a€| was the shit like a€|
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Now we faming over these beats while critics pay a€|
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Ita€™s too street like my 23 summers in Compton
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I go so deep like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
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2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy a€|
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High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars and not me
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My sweet 16 will probably need a school id
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And usually high b, dominant victor
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You know what time it is nigger a€|
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Ia€™m a slick a€| when I write this shit
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Ia€™m think on the shit, a€| and I think youa€™re a bitch
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a€| we catching bodies, facing the hotel lobby, fuck you security
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a€| I spit asset, hit your block and crumble your a€|
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This is torture when I torture, or escort you
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Out the building where ex-convicts with our a€|
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Permanent hand shake, your man cana€™t stick to the script
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a€| I was Malcolm to your belief.
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Toca Tuesdays
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| Kendrick Lamar |
