KENDRICK LAMAR – Rare Breed

Breed up or speed up
Breed up or speed up
Breed up or speed up

This is for my niggas that be all blacked out
Hit the streets a hundred deep, what Rare Breed about?
Riding hard, bending corners, the girlies on us
Leave a hater scarred, big Dressers sit at the stop light
Road Glides and Road Kings deep in my hindsight
You do it right or don’t do it at all
Put that candy paint on it, ride them twenty-threes homie
Custom seats, custom brakes, hit the streets and ball
Centre of attention like buying ‘em and being saw, aw
You know that killer californication
when you feeling like you sitting on a ceiling, chasing
dreams, hoping this conglomerate can run the nation
It’s abomination how we bomb yo’ block
I’m talking Big Punch, K-Dub, Baby Slip Billy
Bad Azz, Rare Breed, we all we got
See ‘em out, show ‘em love, chunk the deuce, give it up
It’s a lot of bike clubs but they not this hard, nope

[Chorus]
Pounding on the highway stretch
All blacked out, making sure we on deck
Might catch us on them Dressers or them Road Glides, yes
Tell the world I’m a Rare Breed baby
Breed up or speed up (don’t stop, don’t stop)
Breed up or speed up (don’t stop, don’t stop)
Breed up or speed up, I’m a Rare Breed baby

And it’s like that to the death though
Two-oh-point and seeing decimals, I ain’t lying
Pounding on the interstate in the state that shines
or we might be in a hood near you
Around the globe baby, Rare Breed under control baby
Them pipes loud, the movement entice crowds
We heat it up in the cold baby
It’s three degrees out? Then you should see me out
or see bout them kitty cats and how they go meow
Ha-ha, we be the father of Harley drivers, so don’t bother
Show you infants how to whip it, have a bye-bye
Posers try to hang? Then we hang ‘em by the collar
Silk, lannie, Rare Breed family
Stunting hard like a black circus, voila
Breed up or speed up, get ahead
So with that said, bye-bye

[Chorus 2X]

Shouting out the one and only Rare Breed
Now Breed up!

KENDRICK LAMAR – Sex With Society

“This, this, this should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential”

[Chorus 1]
Life’s a bitch, life’s a bitch
But I’ma keep the pussy wet, yep
I’ma keep the pussy wet, yep
I’ma keep the pussy wet, yep
I’ma keep the pussy wet, yep
My dick hard, her pussy wet

And I’m born with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth?
I’ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their knees
And I’m taking whatever I need, and I’m raping the government fees
And you’re wasting your time, and I’m speaking my mind on whatever I think
And I think that I’m Richard Pryor with priors of thirty-two fiends
And that means that I here fly higher, tell me why are you staring at me?
Matter of fact man, your eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the King
Maybe it’s cause I’m living my dream, man I sing what I’m living about
in the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
of being organic granite, then my access is granted
to represent the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee that I’ma bring
my mind, body and soul, and I sold all these records off being myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man it’s easier than a stripper
or tying a baby shoestring, you stringing along
And really, why you writing a song? Your passion for music is never in sync
No secret societies guided me to the world of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe

[Chorus 2]
I’ma keep the pussy wet, yep
I’ma keep the pussy wet, yep
My dick hard, her pussy wet
I’ma keep the pussy wet, yep
(Hi hoe) I came, (bye hoe) I went
(Hi hoe) I came, (bye hoe) I went
(Hi hoe) I came, (bye hoe) I went
Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch…

And I see that you envy of me, enemy ghosts don’t prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I’m at the event you will leave
cause you know and I know that I go +H.A.M.+ even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I’m near you, but I don’t hear you, can you hear this breathe?
With an oxygen mask, and the masses keep saying I’m speaking for them
And if you can imagine my madness, then you can see where I’ve been
And the places the Louis has been, and I swear I’ve been doing this when
you was in pajamas watching B-B-Barney and-and Friends
And you couldn’t harm me even with ten weapons of your choice riding in
army tanks, you shot blanks and I shot back, made your duplex bend
What the fuck you think? If I don’t think then I’m right back where the city sin
What the fuck you drink? Thinking I can’t write these raps in the Lions’ Den
When I hear that you lying then, it’s murder she wrote, ain’t no hope
You go downhill man, where’s your slope? Get thrown downhill tied to a rope
Tell the world to put intervals, man I swear this the antidote
And they tell me that life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know that

[Chorus 2]

And I see that you envy of me
Don’t prosper, better yet, they do die eventually
cause you know and I know that I go (H.A.M.) even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I’m near you
Hi hoe, bye hoe…

KENDRICK LAMAR – Kendrick Lamar

I can tell you what it is, I can tell you what it isn’t
No more K. Dot, my mother had named me Kendrick
Fuck a stage name, that’s the name that I was given
The only thing that I can identify within this bidness
I’m just a good kid from Compton that want to rap
Weighing my options, pick up a Bible or a strap?
I never killed a man, never sold any crack
All I ever did was try to keep my city on the map
But this monkey on my back, y’all don’t want me to win
I’m tryna follow dreams, you want me to follow trends
So just to get a dollar, will I sell my soul?
I look the Devil in the eye and tell him, hell no
They say anything worth having is worth the wait
Well I want the world, tell me how long that takes
There’s no time like now, I can cut my patience/patients short
or give ‘em some more gowns, I don’t even want the crown
I just want a peace of mind, and nigga, when I get it
you won’t get a piece of mine, won’t you mind your own bidness?
A rich nigga buy anything you sell him
A broke nigga believe anything that you tell him
Well I’m a broke nigga
But still I wouldn’t listen to you even if your hand was on a Bible quote, nigga
Pfttuh

See I was brought up different
Whatever that my pops said, for sure I’d listen
You said you did dirt, but I can’t dig it
It don’t concern you if you wasn’t born in it
Oh-no-oh-oh
I swear we got to fast-forward…

Before time flies by
My new sound for ’0-10 is, why lie?
And if you ain’t trying to win, then why try?
Now you can low-ball or give me high five
This is I nigga, look into my eye
Nigga, I am Kendrick… Lamar
Nigga, my name is Kendrick… Lamar
I said my name is Kendrick… Lamar
I changed the name cause I was tired of being like y’all
Now finally I’m ready to tell the world who I are, pfttuh

And that used to be a hell of a task
Now I’m ahead of my class, so go ahead and harass
my character like it don’t carry a
confidence that can marry a Halle Berry or Angelina with no cash
I’m bout to cash in my thoughts
Give you a compass, then tell you get lost
What I’m bout to accomplish is something that you can’t fathom
Once the ‘Eves’ come, they quick to stare ‘Adam’/at him
Hoping I don’t take they bitch, but I’m on some other shit
When I’m done, I’m tryna run the government
They are big dreams
Transition from a rapper to a human being, you can’t ‘school’ a dean
I be tutoring artist-es, leave ‘em with no audience
All cause they all oversaw it, my God
Y’all be out partying, I be stealing your audience
All because who I are, Lamar

But my first name, it gotta be Kendrick… Lamar
Nigga, my name is Kendrick… Lamar
I changed the name cause I was tired of being like y’all
Now finally I’m ready to tell the world who I are, now let’s go
But we can’t go… backwards

KENDRICK LAMAR – LMAO

Wow, I think y’all must have forgot or something
Like I ain’t hot or something
Like I don’t make your girl take off her top or something

[Chorus 1]
I’m like, ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, L-M-A-O
Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, L-M-A-O
Laughing at haters in here
I be her favorite in here
She want to play-play
What more can I say-say?

But, mm, jumped in the coupe and I’m gone
I smell like money, I don’t need no cologne
I just need me a freak that can jump on the bone
Like an X-ray technician, my rectangular prism
Says money, sex, then drugs, all cause I’m twenty-one
Like playing blackjack, picture this Kodak
Moment forever, K. Dot that dude
She sucked my dick and got frostbite, I’m that cool

[Chorus 2]
I got a pocket full of checks, plus I’m bouncing through the club
With a crazy two-step and diamonds on my neck
Ziploc fresh, Ziploc fresh
And hoes want to play-play
What more can I say-say?
But ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, L-M-A-O
Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, L-M-A-O
Laughing at haters in here
I be her favorite in here
She want to play-play
What more can I say-say?

Yeeeaah, bottle of Goose and I’m gone
Watching her get loose like a third grader’s tooth
The shit that we on is the ultimate high
‘XXL’ flow, that’s the ultimate ‘Vibe’
Park that Lambi outside just to fuck with the haters
Put the Lambi in drive, watch it peel like potatoes
Holler L-M-A-O with a drunken two-step
Like I never could pass a sobriety test

[Chorus 2]

Yeeeah, I’m in the club acting mannish
[?] lenses, make my view panoramic
I’m out of this world, I’m off of this planet
They don’t say K. Dot is here, they say his spaceship has landed
And your access has been granted/granite, like a kitchen floor
But my kitchen’s marble, I ride in the carpool
because I got two whores in the back of that roam
See they’re all I need, like a layup from a loan

[Chorus 2]

KENDRICK LAMAR – Good Kid

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your relations
This is your station baby

[Verse 1]
Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track a tire just tell you I’m tired and ran away
I should ask a choir what do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I recognize that I’m easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity building
It’s probably big as a building
Me jumping off of the roof
Is just me playing it safe
But what am I supposed to do
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain’t
But know I’m accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
From a function that tooken place
They was wondering if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
I don’t mind because one day you respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic
And finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference
? or cop on the bill
Every time you clock in the morning
I feel you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignoring my purpose
To persevere as a better person
I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I supposed to do
With the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof
And your dog has to say proof
And you ask “lift up your shirt”
Cause you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don’t matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard them chatter: “He’s probably young but I know that he’s down”
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
He don’t mind, he know we never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
All I see in this room
20 Xanies and these ‘shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain
Can we live in the same society
It’s entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim
I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm
Inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room
With 20 Xanies and ‘shrooms
Some grown-up candy I lost it
I feel it’s nothing to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don’t mind, cause now you ever in debt
To good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

KENDRICK LAMAR – Hol’ Up

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin’ me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They’ll prob’ly think I’m a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I’m askin’ her
Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin’ to meet ‘em
I’ll prob’ly die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’
Section 80

Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch
Wit’ my back against the wall and yo’ bitch on the edge of my dick
Jump off
I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothin’ but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I’m easily peddlin’ with the speed of a lightnin’ bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I’m too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I’m like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit’ devils holdin’ hands
From the distance, don’t know which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I trust in 2012? There’s no one
Not even myself, a Gemini screamin’ for help, somebody

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’, everybody watchin’
When you do it like this, nigga, losin’ ain’t an option

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’
(Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali)

24/7 nigga, workin’ his ass for it, she poppin’ that ass for it
The King of Diamonds wit’ diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin’ my passport, I’m too accustomed with Customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff ‘im
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you niggas is past poor, you’ll never hop in my lane
When you pushin’ a RAV4, you wreckin’ my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’, everybody watchin’
When you do it like this, nigga, losin’ ain’t an option

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’, everybody watchin’
When you do it like this, nigga…

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin’ me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They’ll prob’ly think I’m Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor

Hol’ up

KENDRICK LAMAR – Ignorance Is Bliss

[Verse 1:]
Kill him where he stand or 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’m a 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 high 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 cause they comin’ for set respects split your onion
Then chop your deck your head tumblin’ like gymnastics
Cause ignorance is bliss

[Verse 2:]
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

[Verse 3:]
And this still the hardest shit you’ve heard from LA this far
And I’m this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball
And they wonder why these California earthquakes hit so hard
I’m so-Cal, you so called
Rappers need to go call
Ghostbusters to shoot busters I’m Casper when I go off
I show up, to show out to show off
You a hundred percent behind me
And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene
I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me
Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me
Backin’ down boggins
Backin’ down bitches
We gon’ flip her once she off that blue dolphin
You gon’ tip her
Cause ignorance is bliss
And Willy B I’m a fool on yo beats, I bleed out the speaker
As the speaker that spoke when they done speak

KENDRICK LAMAR – Don’t Understand

His eyes bloodshot red
I watched him as he took a fifth of Henny to the head in memory of his brother
Reminiscing on them playing Sega with each other
He was hurting, I could see it, plenty tears, no Kleenex
I stood by his side because that was my homie
Gave him a hug, some of his brother blood got on me
Clenching his fists on some angry shit
Stood up, sat back down on the curb and asked me who they be hanging with
I wasn’t sure so I gave him no answer
But I was sure that he had him a blammer and wanted war
Revenge, what do say to a good friend
that just lost it and grabbing choppers out the closet?
I tried my best to make him renege, but he was like my nig’
This feeling is more than personal
I stood down, he hopped in a hour-door Honda Accord
Before he bent the block he said K. Dot, you wouldn’t understand

[Chorus]
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes
Not by choice, but forced to be a menace
Can someone just pray for me, or war
(Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure
The AK-47, twin MAC-11s
The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons
Pray for me, or war

Corners become monuments for the dead
Candles on the pavement, postcard read
rest in peace, the yellow tape blocking off the streets
A baby momma yelling at the police
But you don’t understand, you figure that we’re just a bunch of niggas
But the picture is a story untold
See this wasn’t in our plans
Babies from the late eighties wasn’t born crazy, we was raised that way
Put that Malcolm X book down, then raised that K
Complete chaos when we off X pills and St. Ides
Look the Devil in the face from a saint eye
Cast a ‘spell’ on you like Akeelah and the Bee
Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted, mind
Substance, time is no longer an issue
We don’t have it, so pass the tissue
Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can
Then tell her you understand, but you don’t understand

[Chorus]
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes
Not by choice, but forced to be a menace
Can someone just pray for me, or war
(And hopefully you’ll understand) the city pressure
The AK-47, twin MAC-11s
The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons
Pray for me, or war

He came back fifteen minutes later
He said, Dot I went on one, do me this favor
Dump these guns in a safe place, let nobody see you
This is critical as it gets my nigga, I need you
I said alright, so what happened? Seen a few niggas slipping
and I just started clapping, I didn’t care who I was hitting
That’s wild shit, but anyway, I got you
I love you my nigga, make sure you hit me up by tomorrow
I woke up the next morning with a cold
Allergies got me sneezing and wiping my nose when it was leaking
Checked the medicine cabinet, looking for some DayQuil
But all I seem was some aspirins, just my luck
I got up, went to Rite Aid
Hoping that the pharmacy department had the right aid, I bought it and left
Walked to the parking lot, that’s when I seen the faces of death
Said they was looking for my man with a chopper in their hand
Praying that it would jam, but you don’t understand

[Chorus]
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes
Not by choice, but forced to be a menace
Can someone just pray for me, or war
(Now tell me, do you understand?) the city pressure
The AK-47, twin MAC-11s (huh?)
The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons (do you understand?)
Pray for me, or war

[Kendrick Lamar]
It’s like, it’s a revolving door
that I’ve been a part of my whole life
Fucked up right?

KENDRICK LAMAR – For The Girlfriends

Abba Zabba
You know we get in the studio and do what we do best, you know?
Beautiful shit
But this time around I want to do something different homeboy
You feel me my nig’?
Hop on them keys real quick my nig’

[Chorus]
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
Yeah, ha-ha-ha, yeah
This shit my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
I’m playing shit that my girlfriend will like

[Kendrick Lamar]
Check me out, she say she love it when it sounds like this
She tell me Kendrick, put it down like this
When I listen I want to close my eyes and feel your lips
Let your lyrics wrap/rap around me and grab my hips
So enticing, on point like the helmet of a viking
Kicking up dust like I’m hiking
I ain’t calling a woman a bitch on this one
I be calling my woman so I can get some
She fresh off work and Lord knows it was hard
She take off her shirt and Lord knows that I’m hard
Composing myself, tryna remain content
She had a long day and plus I know she want to vent
Now she can talk about her boss and I can give advice
or she can take the panties off and I can eat the pie
Fuck that, option number deuce
On the kitchen table while I play this tune, you know why?

[Chorus]
This shit that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
I’m playing shit that my girlfriend will like
Ha-ha-ha, yeah
This shit my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
Abba, this shit my girlfriend will like my nigga

[Kendrick Lamar]
Look, we be in the car bumping my latest jam
I recorded at the studio around 10 P.M.
It’s a club banger, catchy hooks and 808s
I even threw a bridge on it just to play it safe
The first eight bars she loving the track
Even rewinding it back soon as the beat drop
The way she react, she like that’s hot
till I start talking how many hoes I got
How many I’ve fucked, how many I’ve misled
just to get a nut like a squirrel in pursuit of lunch, uh
Though I’m on some cliche rapper shit
I know she thinking all my lyrics, they’re accurate
She so cool though
Don’t downplay it just to fuck up the mood yo
She will still play it even though I sound rude yo
and disregards to them provocative records, one thing that I do know

[Chorus 3: Kendrick Lamar (Ab-Soul)]
This something that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain them other hoes tonight
I’m playing something that my girlfriend will like
Ne-ma-ne-ma-ne-ma-nem [laughter]
Told you that my girlfriend would like…
… other hoes tonight
‘Soul! (This shit my girlfriend will like too, haha)
(Kendrick, I got you)

[Ab-Soul]
This a great idea
This will be girlfriend joint right here
So I’ma kick the shit she like, it seem right
like a pair of jeans that fit tight around her cute booty
I like to hold her from behind in line
at the movies, her body-language gets read
like a ruby, cause she a work of art
No help from Julie, I’m a beast and she’s such a beauty
I love her, she know that, I place no one above her
Far from a narc but best under cover
Kodak moment every time we in sync
like an iPod plugged to a USB
It’s just you and me, I mean me and her
I mean her and I, it’s plain to see, affirmative
So if you ever need me, you know where Herbert is
On her mind like she on mine, uh
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
cause I ain’t tryna entertain them other hoes tonight
She do music too, this shit my girlfriend would write
if she was me talking bout her, DJ…

[Kendrick Lamar]
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain them other hoes tonight
I wrote some shit that my girlfriend would like
Now I’m sure to get some cutty

KENDRICK LAMAR – Black Boy Fly

So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga you made it.”
So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga you made it.”
So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga you made it.”
So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga I hate it.”
So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga I hate it.”
Frustrated and I’m riding down the back streets
Making my conscious ask me
“Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time?”
Black boy fly
Black boy fly
Black-black boy fly
Black boy fly

[Verse 1]
I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
He was the one to follow
He was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrows
He would live in the gym
We was living in sorrow
Total envy of him
He made a dream become a reality
Actually making it possible to swim
His way out of Compton with further more to accomplish
Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars
It’s 2004 and I’m watching him score 30
Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me
Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder
That we was just moving backwards
The bungalow where you find us
The art of us ditching classes heading nowhere fast
Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on math
Determination ambition, plus dedication and wisdom
Qualities he was given was the shit we didn’t have
Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finals
He had his back like a spinal meanwhile
We singing the same old song spinning the vinyl
11 graders gone wrong
He focused on the NBA we focused on some Patron
Now watch that black boy fly

[Hook]
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy…

[Verse 2]
I used to jealous of Jayceon
I used to jealous of Jayceon – Taylor when I was young
Taylor made a career out of music from writing songs
A Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawn
Money laundering hustling, homies pondering up against
Schemes to make a million even if doing you harm
War’s the case and just in case you wasn’t alarmed
The city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn
Its 2004 and I’m hearing the people roar
For the name of The Game they line in front of the store
Swap meets selling our mixtapes I’m like oh shit, wait
Don’t wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakes
Mixed feelings was my opinion I was defending my insecurities
Chillin my conscience next to a villain
Compton made you believe success wasn’t real
Be honest, none of us knew of a record deal
So as I peel through these lottery tickets
I see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shopped
A tall nigga hopped out with Jordans and a white tank top
He was top of the rap game, we was the top of the block
So watch that black boy fly

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My mama didn’t raise me up to be jealous-hearted
Like most of the winners call it
Regardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marching
That’s what she said but in my head I wanted to be like Jordan
A Boy touring the country with money from mic recording
The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype
Shooting hoops or live on the stereo like top 40
And shortly, I got discouraged
Like every time I walked to the corner had them guns bursting
Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase
Only one in a million will ever see better days
Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamis
Break your boogie boards to pieces you just a typical homy
All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me
They all will buy me a chopper if any one of you try me
What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle
When 2 niggas making it out had never sounded logical
3 niggas making it out, that’s mission impossible
So I never believed the type of performance that I could do
I wasn’t jealous cuz of the talents they got
I was terrified they’ll be the last black boys to fly…
Out of Compton

Thank God…
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly

KENDRICK LAMAR – Collect Calls

Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth
Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Momma take this mothafuckin’ block off
Tryna reach you everyday, collect calls
Never get through, and I go through with drawls
Say who told you that I wanted this the
I just wanted to vent or
Ask you if you give me your rent for
A attorney, I can pay you back more
Soon as I get out, yea every record, shows
Commissary running low, I need help
Not too much, I hustle up the rest myself
K Dot wrote me saying Marcus got killed
If you knew me, then you know how bad I feel
Wish you prove me wrong, and never came to visit
And I heard she fucking on some other nigga
And my niggas left in the dark, blind
Mama kiss the back of me this last time

[Hook]
Men lie, Women lie
Men lie, Women lie
Men lie, Women lie
Men lie, Women lie
Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth
Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Mama take this motherfucking block off
Thats the date the state will take the blocks off
Pulled up, and they put me in them cop cars
Please believe me, This ain’t easy by far
You forgot you’re talking to your only son
Remember when you put me in that relay run
I was racing, chasing dreams to be the best
You had told me that the very day I won
All I need is you to give me some support
Investigation saying that the same report
From a witness just might testify in court
DA say I take a deal, or take a loss
I ain’t built for all them god damn numbers
God’s will, say a prayer for me mama
If you can’t, then open up the phone lines
Mama just get back at me this last time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Now I tell if I stress take the block off
That’s the day the state had take them locks off
I could only help but do so much
Bettering yourself, your own crutch
Look at your reflection tell me who you see
Who is your protection, G-O-D
No its not neglection, I have just accepted
Your fate and what its gon’ be
Remember all the nights that I cried
Thinking that my only son just died
Peeking through the window, Kicking through the door
It’s you they looking for, Raid outside
Rather see you locked up than dead
Only you would say that I’m selfish
So before I take the stand, and put this bible in my hand
Son, let me say this

[Hook]

KENDRICK LAMAR – County Building Blues

Greetings boys and girls
(Greetings boys and girls)
My name is Petey P.
(My name is Petey P.)
Kendrick’s childhood imaginary friend (that’s right, that’s right, that’s right)
I am your neighbor (I am your neighbor)
And I’d like to welcome you to good kid, m.A.A.d city (good kid, m.A.A.d city)
So grab your cartoons and cereal (and sing)
Your pop guns (and sing) and fireworks and sing along

[Chorus]
When we grow up we gon’ go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah
(Sing along kids, sing along)
When we grow up we gon’ go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

(Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was…)

I’ve been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac
Was on Rosecrans in that burger stand at 95
People staring at ‘em in amazement
Reservations at the Days Inn
we was living out a hotel at the time
Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried
Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers to move
With nothing else to lose but a burger flippin’ job
Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine this a mansion
Gold ballroom AK-47 dancing
Howling at the moon was a pack of hungry babies
Hope you feed ‘em soon bite your back you die of rabies
Everyday we pray to eat at the table of Sizzlers
But never made that visit, if better days was on its way
Then it made the decision, to make the wrong turn
So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn
(Oh yeah I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?)

[Chorus]
When we grow up we gon’ go and get us a million (Am I right?)
Spend it all in front of the county building (oh)
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah
(Don’t forget to sing along by the way, sing along)
When we grow up we gon’ go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

And all the ghetto children in the world say that’s my car
All the ghetto boys say that’s my car
All the ghetto girls say that’s my car
When we grow up, when we grow up
Ghetto children in the world say that’s my car
All the ghetto boys say that’s my car
All the ghetto girls say that’s my car
When we grow up, when we grow up

(Nig-nigga you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and shit?)

Couple stolen T.V.’s and a seat belt for my safety (uh huh)
Played the passenger I think it’s five years after eighty-
seven do the math ‘ 92 don’t you be lazy (I won’t)
Looking out the window, notice all the essentials
of a block party that stop for a second then it rekindle
Like a flame from a trick candle everybody got dental
Insurance ’cause we ’bout to floss
you get that couch I sent you?
I heard that from a block away probably had credentials
of a scholar but shit not today
them Dayton spokes was his to take
Refrigerators, barbecue pits and Jordan kicks
They did invasions while helicopters recorded it
Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi I want them ten woo-woofers
Say that you got me if not I’ll dig in your drawer for it
The swap meet was the bull’s eye like Tauruses
Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is
Papa you really telling me we can just get some more of it if we run out?
He said lil nigga today the poor is rich
Don’t tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb
If she ask just know you have to lie and son don’t forget
Bitches ain’t shit, hoes ain’t neither
Niggas gon’ snitch watch the company you keeping
And one day you’ll put money in the ghetto when you got it
Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots
(That’s right the mothafuckin’ Rodney King
you just put your daddy on Bullis Rd.)

[Chorus]
When we grow up we gon’ go and get us a million (that’s crazy)
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah
(Don’t forget still sing along kids, still sing along)
When we grow up we gon’ go and get us a million (Please sing)
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

KENDRICK LAMAR – Beyonce

Man, Beyonce, I’m mad at you, man

[Chorus 1]
They say hello (hey), hello (hey)
I can daydream about Beyonce all day
Thinking bout the good times ‘fore she met Jay
See ya know, they say hello (hey), hello (hey)
I really thought I had a chance to be your man
till I seen the video with the ring on your hand
It hurt me so

I remember you were sixteen on the TV screen with Wyclef
Were you my type? Oh God yes, I was impressed
You was like ‘No, no, no’, I was like twelve years old
Hoping that one day I could chaperone while you’re on the road
You wore braids with a banging body
Looked like you did Pilates, a lot of sit-ups probably
But bump that, I was there from the start
Even when LeToya Luckett and that other doo-doo bucket broke your heart
Hope you didn’t cry, cause honestly they were just so-so
They couldn’t sing anyway, you deserved to go solo
No disrespect to Kelly and Michelle, I’m just saying
They cool, but you? You something like Wonder Woman
And I just want to hold your hand, bring you to Compton
Gonzales Park, we can build castles in the sand
Eating Hot Cheetos with pickle juice in it
Put that napkin down, you know I’ll lick your fingers when you’re finished

[Chorus 1]

I just bought the Sasha Fierce CD
I gazed at the cover for a whole five minutes till my girlfriend hit me
She’s jealous of you B cause I don’t love her like I love you
I even make her do the “uh-oh, uh-oh, oh-no-no” just like you do
She tell me I’m obsessed, I tell her we connect
like Ice Cube way before the Mack 10 feud
She like, you goddamn fool, that girl’s rich and you’re broke
I said, so, I’m five-hundred mill’ away, there’s still hope
Anyway, I had feelings way before you got paid
And I didn’t laugh when you bust your ass on the stage
And I salute Kanye for taking up for you
I would have stole the award just to prove that I love you
But Jay shoulda did that, I thought he had your bizzack
What happened Mr. Izzo? Hopico with Frederico?
He used to be my favorite till he abandoned my diva
Now I tell everybody Nas had killed him on ‘Ether’

[Chorus 2]
They say hello (hey), hello (hey)
I can daydream about Beyonce all day
Thinking bout the good times ‘fore she met Jay
See ya know, they say hello (hey), hello (hey)
Hopefully I still have a chance
Maybe if I sabotage your man
You never know, hmm

I’ma sneak backstage at a Mary J. Blige concert
with an ‘I Love Mary’ shirt, then find Jay-Z
and push him into a dancer, hopefully they lock lips
That’s when I yell out, Sounwave, hurry up, take the pic
Put it on Bossip the same night, yeah, that sound quite right
Publicity like that? Yep, they’d be sure to fight
Better yet I’ma steal his cell, then call up Affion
He impersonates Jay well, get Beyonce on the line
Then make up some bogus shit
Like you don’t the back of my knees right, so this marriage is over with
And the ring that’s on my finger, guess what, I’m throwing it (cling)
You heard the sound, so you know I did
Ha-hahhh, that should get him
I should break ‘em up like a Kit Kat when I do that, yeah true that
I’ma put the plot in motion, that’s for sure
But if I end up with Macy Gray, this plan never worked

Yeeeea, man I hope Jay don’t be mad at me bout this song
Start-, ay Wizzle start me back from like the first verse
Like right before I come in
Haha, what you say? Nah, you think it’ll be hot for real though?
Nigga, you stupid, they probably laughing as hard as you
Nig’ got the best wife in the world and shit
Run that back though?

KENDRICK LAMAR – Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

[Hook 1:]
I am a sinner
Who’s probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don’t understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe

[Verse 1:]
Look inside my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
Look inside of your soul and you can find doubt and never exist
I can feel the changes
I can feel a new life
I always knew life can be dangerous
I can say I like a challenge and you to me is painless
You don’t know what pain is
How can I paint this picture
When the color blind is hanging with ya
Fell on my face and I woke with a scar
Another mistake living deep in my heart
Buried on top of my sleeve in a flick
I can admit that it did look like yours
Why you resent every making of this
Tell me your purpose is petty again
But even a small lighter can burn a bridge
Even a small lighter can burn a bridge

[Hook 1:]
I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me put me on stages
To me that’s amazing
To you that’s a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this

[Hook 2:]
I am a sinner
Who is probably going to sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don’t understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe

[Verse 2:]
I’m trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love
You trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does
And I’m looking right past ya
We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles
You live in a world, you living behind the mirror
I know what you scared of, the feeling of feeling emotions inferior
This shit is vital, I know you had to
This shit is vital, I know you had to
Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain
Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain
Rather a seasonal name, I’ll let the people know this is something you can blame
On yourselves you can remain, stuck in a box
Ima break out and then hide every lock
Ima break out and then hide every lock

[Hook 2:]
I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me put me on stages
To me that’s amazing
To you that’s a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this

[Hook 1:]
I am a sinner
Who is probably going to sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don’t understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe

[Bridge:]
You ain’t heard a chorus like this in a long time
Don’t you see that long line
And they waiting on Kendrick like the 1st and the 15th
3′s in the air I can see you are – in sync
Hide your feelings, hide your feelings now what you better do
I’ll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on a pedestal
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Walk out the door and they scream it’s alive
My new year’s resolution is to stop all the pollution
Talk too motherfucking much, I got my drink I got my music
I say – Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe

Kendrick Lamar – Backseat Freestyle

Martin had a dream
Martin had a dream
Kendrick have a dream

All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead shower
I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower
So I can fuck the world for 72 hours

God damn I feel amazing, damn I’m in the matrix
My mind is living on cloud 9 and this 9 is never on vacation
Start up that Maserati and VROOM VROOM! I’m racing
Poppin pills in the lobby and I pray they don’t find her naked
And I pray you niggas is hating, shooters go after Judas
Jesus Christ if I live life on my knees, ain’t no need to do this
Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Church’s Chicken
All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screaming

Goddamn I got bitches (okay!) damn I got bitches (okay!)
Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead showers

I’ve got 25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir
Put fire to that ass body cast on a stretcher
And her body got that ass that a ruler couldn’t measure
And it make me cum fast but I never get embarrassed
And I recognize you have what I’ve been wanting since that record
That Adina Howard had pop it fast to impress her
She rollin’ I’m holding my scrotum imposing
This voice here is golden so fuck y’all I goes in and

Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches
Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or nigga…

It’s go time!!!
I roll in dough with a good grind
And I run at ho with a baton
That’s a relay race with a bouquet
They say, ”K, you goin’ marry mines?”
Beeitch!!! (no way) Beeitch!!! (no way)
Beeitch!!! (no way) Beeitch!!! (okay)
I’m never living life confined
It’s a failure even if I’m blind
I can tell ya who what when where how
To sell ya game right on time
Beeitch!!! (go play) Beeitch!!! (go play)
Beeitch!!! (go play) Beeitch!!! I look like OJ
Killing everything from pussy to a mothafuckin’ Hit-Boy beat
She pussy poppin’ and I got options like an audible, I be
C-O-M-P-T-O-N I win then ball at your defeat
C-O-M-P-T-O-N my city mobbin’ in the street, yellin’

KENDRICK LAMAR – 6 Foot 7 Foot (Freestyle)

[Kendrick Lamar]
Said I’m a fuckin monster a massive attack’ll haunt ya
I mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors
Mastered that, after that I went for thermometers
Popped ‘em all as they popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
Holla back! They promised us, no pajamas insomnia
will attack, I attack like pirahna does
Hit your block like a comet, BLAP
And you all know what time it is, 20-12 mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silencers, exercisin that trigger STRIP!!
Rock with us Metallica, competition no talent
Hum in the jungle what’s wild enough?
Just might stumble upon a PACK, of lions
No lyin my soilders dyin this is I-RAQ
Alliances linin with stars and bars of a prison WRECK
My science applyin pressure her strecher is needed
pay the proceeds, or you live in DEBT!
Y’all soft as a giga-pet; you niggaz can’t see me
unless you watchin the TV or ultra huggin my SILHOUETTE
My flow got the ceiling WET; I spit ’til I feel my BREATH
go sink in my fuckin chest
She fuckin the fuckin best, mean my dick is the dick of death
Means I’m killin that pussy like Spike whenever that Jerry slept

Yo Dre! Me and Andre the Giant 6’7″ and climbin
Whether you storm to your climate, whether your beat makin or rhymin
Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman, handful of diamonds like Jay fans
On a island wit Ray Bans
Glasses palmin asses that probably came wit a great tan, hee hee
I be the motherfuckin Mecca of these Hub City spectrum
Where they at? I will disect ‘em like a fuckin frog’s rectum
While you wreckin with a wreckin ball my words flow incredible
They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
Et cetera et cetera, Bentley passin up Celicas
They tellin us about shit, #HiiPoWer in your mouth bitch!
And top dog can vouch bitch; nigga what you ’bout?A
bout face wit army outfits, the general’s here
That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair
And me I solemnly swear
to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I ain’t never askin Allah for it!
Only difference is I be spazzin and still apply for it!
Put me in a category, I don’t know what’s a sadder story
Guts and glory, yo’ pain bore me, you ain’t really lived it
I take you to a block where they Crippin
or Piru that 5’2 gun, bigger than the torso of Pippin
Bitch I been doin before you niggaz ruined it show me somethin different
You either kissin dick or givin me distance
You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys; I know your statistics
Who your boss he more like my assisstant?
Get lost have a egg and a biscuit
Break-fast when we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash when ya chain come up missin, Q!!!

[ScHoolBoy Q]
(Q!) Double ups dude what the fuck?
Get me some my promo poppin, “Setbacks” droppin soon they watchin
I just lock and load explode, target flowed I’m somewhere blowed
Mary got some swishers sweets, L.A. nigga prolly east
Cheerin for the ragin beats, X-O Henny’ scrape the keys
Bangin C I’m bangin B, put them niggaz next to me
Stop and focus get the lead, I’m hear now let the hardest be
Shit all them dudes got ovaries – PERIOD!
Run on sentence still I’m ventin air conditionin coolest breeze
Ill diseases, grip my pant and shoot my semen
Still I’m cumin miles a runnin
I was learnin getting knowledge, head is throbbin, she a goblin
We be mobbin over bitches, stick and miss and she the business
Get a witness pussy frenchin, just a mission
poppin off like on a mission, proposition
Getting money, drop a nigga
Rush a nigga, stomp a nigga
Crush a nigga, dust a nigga
Copperhead gon’ crush a nigga, heatin up the winter nigga
Somethin to remember nigga, hella sick I got a spit
Cursed with a verse like, God told me kill the shit
Load a clip, hecklin cops, the Hoover king!
Bada bing by the ding-a-ling, natural Hoover
Fing’ ring with a vision clearer than Visine, Asiang from Beijing
Money make her cum she cream; feed the weak that’s WingStop
At the start wit rain drops, Autobots
Space shuttle, shittin on your car lots – boy stop!
Could at least got excitin huh? #HiiPoWer you see our pattern huh?
Workin on tracks like we never been free
22 squezze niggaz shootin off C’s, please let a nigga bar 16′s
Rhyme 16′s, bada bing bing bing
Bing bing! Bing bing bing bing [laughing]

[Outro]
If you want to be from #HiiPoWer
please come to friend zone
But don’t wowwwy
You will not suck on my dick tonight