Kendrick Lamar - BET Cypher Lyrics
I hate y’all, AnnotateI’d do anything to replace y’all,shout out to Face MobA ghetto boy ‘til I’m unemployed with a day jobAnd kicking boxes, I kick ass and then kick knowledgeI’m way more polished than 99% of the scholars you thought had graduatedI’m the master that masturbated on ya favorite MC’Til the industry had wanted me assassinatedYou either corny or an opportunistI let you eat now go back to church and steal crackers at communionWhat I been doing? I’m about to crack the Da Vinci Code, yeahYeah, and nothing's been the same since they dropped ControlAnd tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothesHa-ha, joke's on you, high-fiveI'm bulletproof, your shots will never penetratePin a tail on a donkey, boy, you been a fakeI got my thumb on Hip Hop and my foot in the back of yo assAftermath get the last laughI serve niggas like Master GeoffreyJump on this curb turn a shotty to a verb if you let meYou know I’m a killer, I’m on ya head, you know I’m a killaThe West Coast cosa nostra under oath ‘til it’s overYa over owe us so what the *****?I ***** you niggas up, I ***** you niggas up, she suck and *****I *****in’ duck you *****in’ niggas like when I wantYou go at us, you going *****in’ nutsActing irrational, pop you then pop an AdderallKnow the drill like a lateral, niggaI’m more Pappy Mason than Pastor MasonPacing back and forth, racing my thoughts on embracing daytonsI spilled blood on my apron cooking this shit upI feel like some of y’all is hatingQuite frankly ya ***** booty should thank me for grabbing itTurn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick?Accidents never happen when murder's involvedEmaculate tactics so follow me, if you need me just call on meI say “Hold up wait a minute”Your career ain’t shit less you got some Kendrick in itYa ***** ain’t shit, ain’t no rumors left on my dick'Less you look like Jordin Sparks, make my mark on the cunt, muahHollywood’s been good to me little hood nigga used to pawn mom’s jewelryFamily jewels big as ***** and I got the balls to say itBalls deep, ballin out till spalding need a replacementAnd I’m outchea, the west in your mouth cheaInvest in a vest, a Vietnam vet when you out nearThe White court building spilling its MerlotFillin’ a woman, pimp the industryRemember these Stacy Adams and furcoats, shookYa scared to death, scared to look in the mirror when Kendrick is near yaKing Kendrick
