[Part I]
[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
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Euphoria
[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
Them super powers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is looking paranoid and now is spiraling
You're moving just like a degenerate, every antic is feeling distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you
[Part II]
[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinking about no reaper, n!gga, I'm reaping what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, n!gga, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die, they turn into nuns
Then hop online like "Pray for my city, " he faking for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the sh*t that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian n!gga make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got sh*t twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay
It's three GOATs left, and I seen two of them kissing and hugging on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothing nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
It's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish n!gga, the crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you popping sh*t at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, f**k all that pushing P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinning again on him, you think about pushing me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whooping feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
I know some sh*t about n!ggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gone be direct
We hate the b!tches you f**k 'cause they confuse themself with real women
And notice, I said "we, " it's not just me, I'm what the culture feeling
How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?
How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gone make a n!gga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash something
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the f**k they think they playing with?
Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, b!tch
I'm allergic to the lame sh*t, only you like being famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a f**k 'bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some sh*t to address
I even hate when you say the word "n!gga, " but that's just me, I guess
Some sh*t just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep making me dance, waving my hand, and it won't be no threat
I'm knowing they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad b!tches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop as* with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with ya
You were signed to a n!gga that's signed to a n!gga that said he was signed to that n!gga
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?
Ho, what? You ain't like that record?
"Back To Back, " I like that record
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna get dirt on n!ggas? Y'all think all my life is rap?
That's ho sh*t, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothing 'bout that
Waking him up, know nothing 'bout that
Then tell him to pray, know nothing 'bout that
Then giving him tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothing 'bout that
Teaching him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothing 'bout that
Speaking the truth and consider what God's considering, you don't know nothing 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack n!ggas that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too, tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battling ghost or AI?
N!gga feeling like Joel Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called A.I.
And my sixth sense telling me to off him
I'ma bl!ck n!ggas all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-ho n!ggas is d!ck riders
Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence
What I learned is n!ggas don't like the West Coast, and I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a n!gga off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gone bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eating fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodie
Tell me you're cheesing, fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, f**k y'all n!ggas, I don't trust y'all n!ggas
I wave one finger and thump y'all n!ggas like mmm
Field goal, punt y'all n!ggas, they punk y'all n!ggas, nobody never took my food
Whoever that's f**king with him, f**k you n!ggas, and f**k the industry too
If you take it there, I'm taking it further
Psst, that's something you don't wanna do
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
Oh
We don't wanna hear you say "n!gga" no more
We don't wanna hear you say "n!gga" no more
Stop!
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