Lyrics

[Produced by Cool and Dre] [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] In due time, I'm the modern day Albert Einstein I'm prime time like Deion, and the rest of y'all is peons I pee on the best, whoever you are, you can step Like a prosthetic leg, I see monsters in my head That's why I rap with such aggression, I tear down studio sessions Rappers scared, they walk in the booth with a Bible and a reverend I use my mouth as a weapon, bullets rip through your mid-section Rat-tat-a-tat-tat-tat-rata-tat-tat-tat I'm a Comptown nigga, kill the casket Go against me? That'll lead to my advantage Because I've got to eat, and for real, I'm feeling kind of famished Hotter than the Earth core, don't show me where no fan is Show me where your fans is, so they can see the real I'm sick and electrifying, that's double ill Me feel like me will be a legend like Will was a legend But I'm not an actor, put that in my will, gimme a second Uncut coke lyrics what I'm stressin' She want the raw, so I fed her lines like Kevin Tell 'em I'm a werewolf, behold the 5'6" Bigfoot Learjet overlook the country like Garth Brooks Lyrics on point, plus I got the right hooks Like Tommy Hearns, punchlines burn I'm not concerned about the SoundScan 'Cause most of y'all is drowning, a lifeguard that's lounging Meaning I don't worry about none of you rappers I'm way more live, that's "evil" backwards Now with that great wordplay, I tend to let my words play Like children on a Saturday, it's sad to say You're not up to par, and I don't play with mini-golf and sharks Jump inside the pool of sharks, we're biting off your head Your heart, your legs, arms, bled, like Jay Rock or Big Wy And make sure you wear a vest, because they my family ties Suit up, you got a three piece? I got a three piece A MAC-11, a 9 mili, and a DE, he backpedaling like a DB I'm such a Martian, call me ET Always behind it like I own the TP I shit, fart, pee-pee on anybody track Walk in the booth and drink down a fifth of Ex-Lax Wassup, now phone home My nigga Punchline is on, wipe 'em down [Verse 2: Punch] Your boy carry that flame, I am a arsonist I spit arsenic at you niggas' cartilage I'll whip, drive by, niggas' carsick Twenty on the charm, VVS studded flawless Try and reach, we specialize in garbage Taking out the trash, put you underneath the Tar Pits How many times I gotta tell y'all niggas? The big fish in the small pond, I wail on niggas, I'm vicious No, I'm serious, skip the birth canal and climb straight Cesarean You niggas ain't listening I'm not from 'round these parts, I'm non-existent Hit you with brake light, leave you missing