Artist: Kendrick Lamar Album: The Heart Pt. 1 (S) Song: The Heart Pt. 1 Typed by: email@example.com [Kendrick Lamar] Uh, a lil' Compton nigga Just a lil' Compton nigga, one time for my niggas You know Compton, nigga Just a lil' Compton nigga, uh, uh Kendrick Lamar, uh Yo, uh Back with a vengeance Back with my heart and I'm venting Back with another war pendant, salute me or shoot me I never wore a kufi, ignored my religion I believe there's one God, there's one love and I believe if I fly, we all doves I make a way for my people to see the light Brighter than yellow bones, me and my microphone could be one until I see BIG, 'Pac, see Pun, but this ain't +Eazy+ I can't take a +Big L+, my city needs me I gotta win, the proof is in the pudding and I've been fucking with Cosby since I was ten, you damn right Any means necessary, get the campaign right Very emotional, I'm a Gemini I love hard and I fight harder, a born author A born starter, in the game for real And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father You can't learn if mistakes ain't made You gotta pay homage in order to get paid You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues and you ain't getting it till you start paying jewels Lifestyles of the young and the broke With my hand under oath, I recite these quotes And if I ever lied then I'd die where I stand as a pest, not a man, with a roach and a rat In order to see the front, had to play the back We played our position, we let y'all play yourself Y'all made your decision, we pray while we prey on competition to flip another page of Corinthians I see stars when I write these sentences Words crash cars when I write these sentences Open jail bars for my niggas' life sentences Free J-Dub, kill all witnesses Y'all better hope 2012 really real cause the way I feel, I'ma make y'all suffer and take y'all supper I haven't ate in the last twenty-two summers and I'm twenty-two now It's about to go down, so en garde, my God We got these artists in awe Oh, I'm free Finally, I can say I'm me The Kendrick Lamar EP a classic EP The question concerned I dropped it and gave the whole world my germs Hope y'all infected, hope y'all didn't have no protection Still I'm progressing, room for improvement Make room for the groom married to his music I was at the XXL just trying to excel Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning Wanted to be a part of it, catering to my audience J. Cole running late, if he don't show up think I can take his place? Ladies start laughing No pun intended, I ain't being sarcastic Homie popped up with about twenty bags and fresh off the plane, I couldn't even complain My nigga was on his hustle, I introduced him my name Said I'll see him on the bubble in the future My dude I salute ya, contributing to real shit Talk about it, make the people talk about it, make the world see For every emcee that I see tryna steal flow Tell 'em build a boat like Noah and take 'em to a place that I'm sure we all can blow up, boom I ain't a star yet but I'm getting close to 'em And if you see a wack artist, do more than boo him Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera Then kill his manager, than hang a banner up that reads you can't proceed without being conceived by one album of the nineties On Rosecrans where you'll find me And all my niggas is grimy, but I remain the good kid tryna make a difference where I'm from, where you live Oh no, we've got to slow the city down I told the homeboy pump his brakes He said that he'd rather put the pump to his face Sawed off, torture Turn the saw off, scorching Hot where I'm from, the newscasters don't come Another ratchet got dumped, in the trash can I ain't done, a baby in there with it She said postpartum did it Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing when he was undressing, said he'll only be a minute That's why a nigga always kicking something with some feeling I should have been a dentist, I should have been a blizzard, cold Flash, pose, flash, pose A critic paparazzi got me on my toes I wanna jump on 'em like a tadpole Tadpole, assholes Tryna kill my dreams, not elevate? Those are not my dreams, I'll be straight with a little bit of passion and a +drive+ like an Aston Motivation from Nipsey or Glasses, Jay Rock Mykestro, Bad Lucc, U-N-I Dom Kennedy, MURS and Fashawn Lady G, Willie B, in time I'ma +blow+ like a motherfucker sniffing lines Go like I've never seen a red light shine Flow till my heart hit the flo' when I'm dying Heart of a lion, tell 'em get in line and pass the baton, I won't pass it back I ain't good at dimes If the bitch bad I could pass you a dime Haters better duck like I'm passing a pine Know I'm the king and I'm passing you pawns Pad of the hill, that's a passion of mine Promise I shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights I'ma need to mics just to get my point across I'ma get my joint across, country y'all gon' want me~!