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Kendrick Lamar - The Heart Part 4

The Heart Part 4
Kendrick Lamar
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[Chorus:]
Don't tell a lie on me,
I won't tell the truth 'bout you.
Don't tell a lie on me,
I won't tell the truth 'bout you.

[Verse 1:]
Thirty millions later, my future favors,
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior,
Travel 'round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift's
Been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper,
Pi equals three-fourteen,
The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing.
Wait up, lampin' in Jamaica,
The clouds turnin', my thoughts turnin',
Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earning.
This seed in this soil is classified,
I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future,
I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya.
I done vandalized the industry full circuit,
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this,
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture,
The more blood pours, but...

[Chorus:]
Don't tell a lie on me,
I won't tell the truth 'bout you.
Don't tell a lie on me,
I won't tell the truth 'bout you.

[Verse 2:]
My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass
And crush ya whole lil' shit,
I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared lil' bitch!
Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, you lame,
And when I get at you, homie,
Don't you just tell me you was just playin':
“Oh, I was just playin', K-Dot,
C'mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro!”
Shut the fuck up! You sound like the last nigga I know,
Might end up like the last nigga I know.
Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know.
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor,
Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll,
Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five,
I am the greatest rapper alive!"
So damn great, mothafucka, I've died,
What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe.
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga. Facts.
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga. Facts.
I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach, nigga,
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more Lears,
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere.
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers,
You know what the risk is,
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness.
The whole world gone mad,
Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash,
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad,
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab,
Donald Trump is a chump.
Know how we feel, punk? Tell 'em that God comin',
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to something,
Electorial votes look like memorial votes,
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes.
It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me,
But when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me.
How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him,
I was two O's from a M, tryna be big as Em,
Thirty millions later, my future favors,
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior,
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits,
You lookin' at me in Chucks, I'm lookin' at y'all suits,
Me and Top Dawg playin' rock-paper-scissors in court,
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more.
I said it's like that, dropped one classic, came right back,
'Nother classic, right back,
My next album, the whole industry on a ice pack,
With TOC, you see the flames,
In my E-Y-E's; it's not a game.
And the whole world is goin' mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy,
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy.
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer,
Beatin' up on my niggas while the CO's watch him,
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look,
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook,
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you,
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you!
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul,
They throwin' me out, you throw in the towel,
Look at the crowd, they... Nah, I don't like that.
Look at my smile, I'm smirkin',
Calm but urgent. That ain't the style, fuck!
So many verses, you live in denial. Fuck!
So many verses, I never run out. What?
— You makin' him nervous, the music is loud.
Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo punk ass down!
Sit yo punk-ass down!
So that means you ain't bigger than rapping. What else?
So that means no more playin' the back scenes. What else?
My spot is solidified if you ask me. What else?
My name is identified as That King,
I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit,
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments.
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever,
Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get y'all shit together!

Let's get it!
Look, look!
On foemen!

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