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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize I'm not gonna fold or demise I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, 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 fuckin' pill I'ma pop you, then give you this [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit 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 watchin' 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 'em 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 fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, fuck y'all clubs! Fuck 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, West, West, West, West, West) I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin' for parties Playin' 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, motherfucker, I sell it! I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis I'm aimin' straight for your pelvis You can't stomach me? You plan on stumpin' 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 niggas Climbin' 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, André 3000; the rest of y'all New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved And I ain't rockin' no more designer shit White T's and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' with But this is hip-hop, and them niggas 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 niggas [Bridge] (MURDA) I'm tryna murder you niggas (MURDA) I'm tryna murder you niggas (MURDA) I'm tryna murder you niggas [Outro: Kurupt] I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork Live from South Central, I'm the King of New York