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Dumb It Down
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Ali, mix it...
Ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, ha...
[Verse 1]
I spaz out till I pass out. Thereâs clarity in my vulgarity for a sass-mouth
Your praodyâs not funny. Apparently you aintâ nothing but industry crash dummies -
As long as the lord love me, Iâm good
I could: be the best rapper but Iâd rather be the answer that capture
The violence that coincides in my hood
I should: stick a fork in this music business but Iâm too dependent
Like pussy on my penis. Devilâs kitchen in Phoenix. Thatâs the heat that Iâm bringing
Where the shade at? Iâm L.A. radio and good music, boy I donât play that
Ugh. Walking a thin line from thinking like Einstein and
Rhyming like Rakim in â89
Donât wanna pack a nine just a mind full of wisdom like a man
99 years old locked in prison. Donât freeload on my vision
Get exposed like an R&B ho with a sex tape hidden
Iâm always for the business, forever you can feel it, weather you Crip blue
Or a nigga that hemorrhage
My penmanship is like me and Langston combined to the hip
And my hip to the hop donât stop as I rock
I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun and the women fall in love as they fall in my crotch
Now understand that Iâm all that youâve got
Give me chance, give me ears, give me hearts, give me props
Hear the difference...? Iâm cool like that
Oh you spit? Well the retarded drool is back
See, Iâm the author of the authors. The father of the Austin Power fajja
Who can bust like a charter, why bother?
I know a jealous serpent is a burden to my life
But still I carry on like luggage on a flight
The realness in my bones is the DNA to life
I can give you insight only if youâre in sight
Iâm lookinâ past yâall like a fastball - strike!
And I aintâ even trynna give it my all - yikes!
Iâm comfortable enough to go and chill out with a Huxtable
You couldnât see my pedestal, because youâre afraid of heights...
Cloud 9, where you can find; me in my dime like Roosevelt in his prime
Wait till Iâm in my prime; the moon and the stars will align
On my Louis V. belt like Orion...
To whom say he cool: but the irony is I could hold the bottom of an iron with the bottom of my palm
I say so much, so little all action, no talk like a mob throwing up gang signs
Itâs not all about punchlines, I donât do that
Iâm a Jaguar - youâre just a new cat now move back
Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success
Aiming for the top like an AR aimed at your neck. I can never digress
âless I get demoted to death, even then Iâll be the best still like a petty theft
I will: conquer my biggest dreams, once you open the cage, I bet that Iâll spread my wings
Nipsy got street cred, Jay Rock got street cred, and all I got is bad credit
Big ears and big head. But still theyâll feel me, cuz we all ate cereal
Humped at momma' friend' daughter while they bump the stereo
Backflips on shopping carts, free lunch at the park, watched power rangers after school...
Here we go: Iâm so Comptonized, I will never compromise for no fussy ass A&R or TEO
We ain't what you think and you think weâre back
But weâve been here for decades and I vouch for that
Open your mouth for that, speak well like a great debater over iChat;
Get your other eye cracked. I donât rap, I-Iraq and declare war...
I enjoy watching enemies blood pour
I came up lower middle class, not poor
So donât feel sorry for me I donât need yâall to love me
I need yâall to feel me - and if you feelinâ froggy to leap
Then feel free. My feelingâs so aside, my pride is deprived by
The ultimate prize I'mma get when I see your suicide...
- Album:
- The Heart Series
- The Heart Part 4 (Single)
- HUMBLE. (Single)
- untitled unmastered.
- California Dreams (Mixtape)
- To Pimp a Butterfly
- Welcome To Compton
- The Kendrick Lamar Ep
- Kendrication (Mixtape)
- King Of New York
- BET Cypher 2013
- The Recipe (Single)
- Good Kid, M.A.A.D City
- Swimming Pools (Drank) (Single)
- My People (Single)
- Section 80
- O.verly D.edicated (Mixtape)
- Non-Album Releases
- Pre-Good Kid In A Mad City
- Compilation