The Heart Pt. 2

Album: Overly Dedicated (2010)
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  • Thank you
    Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go
    Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever
    It still'll come up clever
    I just need to free my thoughts, and Lord knows that I know better
    But I ain't perfect, I ain't seen too many churches
    Or know them testament verses
    You should either hear me now or go deaf
    Or end up dead, die trying and know death
    Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath
    Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect nigga
    I mean that from the bottom of my heart
    You see my art, is all I have
    And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt
    Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car
    Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from
    We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young
    I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga
    Inside the system all you envision is trap niggas
    My uncle doing life inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight
    He told me rap about life, not rap niggas
    That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissin'
    My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching
    I start evaluating, then my final intuition
    Is that you wishing a come up, would just come up
    We used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse
    Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre
    And this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph
    Wrap saran our defiance, ban our alliance
    Put burners in the hands, of the black man
    One hood with 20 four-four's like a cloned Kobe Bryant
    You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am
    You probably even listen to Faith, and think I know Zion
    But really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
    Because it seem like it's always clashing with science
    I got a big fear of flying
    My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain't lying
    I swear to God half of ya'll just don't know Kendrick
    The school of hardknocks, we was the first ones in attendance
    You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness
    You just mind your business
    You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis
    It's kind of scary ain't it?
    You can't act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous
    Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless
    Cuz your pops wasn't anxious
    To see you and you hate it
    So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation
    So if you see him on 'em bleachers then you kill him
    Facing 25 to life with a murder charge
    Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to God
    I pray these bars get farther than Compton
    And if our record never break, I still won't break my promise
    I promise to keep it honest
    Secret society all we ask is trust
    And all we lack is communication like service sucks
    The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come
    And I'm like
    The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, alright?
    Gotta keep it pushing
    Can't let the government tell me how my future looking
    I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins'
    If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin'
    Never will I surrender
    I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta
    In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter
    How splendid, I guess my project had did it
    Got all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different
    They said seven tracks, I said fifteen
    Called it an EP, they said I'm trippin'
    But little did they know, I'm tryna' change the rules
    That we've been confined to, so the corporate won't make decisions
    Uppity bitches, handling business
    Killing our dreams, stealing our vision
    Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home
    In L.A everybody think they fucking on
    Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
    Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone
    I swear to God most of y'all cats just don't know Kendrick
    You barely know yourself, so I guess most of y'all should be offended
    Ain't doing this for my health I'm tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes
    Occupying my time with riches, justifying my time ambitions
    Just to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living
    Look the mastermind, took the master's mind
    Just the perfect time, just to master mine
    Just to match the grind with precision
    Look the mastermind, took
    Cause of you we are Overly Dedicated Writer/s: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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