I don't get the Kendrick Lamar hype.

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Miscellaneous minds are never explaining their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
Peddling sin, thinking maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, motherfricker, I sell it!)
Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't you pop me no fricking pill, I'ma pop you and give you this


Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shite
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shite
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch
One at a time, I line them up
And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids
I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas
Who the frick y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, frick y'all clubs
frick y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West x6)
I've seen ****s transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies'll prolly turn these ****s to fricking Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich arse white girls looking for parties
Playing with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key
Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack, motherfricker, I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me
You plan on stumping me?
Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
Bitch I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you ****s, climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all
New ****s just new ****s, don't get involved
And I ain't rocking no more designer shite
White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same ****s I'm rhyming with
But this is hip-hop, and them ****s should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you ****s
Trying to make sure your core fans never heard of you ****s
They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you ****s
What is competition? I'm trying to raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off trying to skydive
Out the exit window of five G5s with five grand
With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as frick trying land
With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shite that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
West Coast

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