Skill Still Appeal - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)
Ughh
Yeah
Kendrick Lamar
Ha ha haha HA
This feels like
Right in front of the freeway
And when I'm done
This should be in front of a DJ
I watch whack rappers put their soul on Ebay
Then expect excellence knowing their effortless
I don't have a preference
I dislike all
Say you run the globe
Well more like a disco ball
I spread love as well
Little ni**a big dreams
Can bear-hug a whale into a lobster's tail
Ugh
Ughh
Yeah
Kendrick Lamar
Ha ha haha HA
This feels like
Right in front of the freeway
And when I'm done
This should be in front of a DJ
I watch whack rappers put their soul on Ebay
Then expect excellence knowing their effortless
I don't have a preference
I dislike all
Say you run the globe
Well more like a disco ball
I spread love as well
Little ni**a big dreams
Can bear-hug a whale into a lobster's tail
Ugh
Evacuate premises
Rap's sinister suspicious
The pastor stand back
The bible is open
The words have been spoken
The moon and the stars align with the bars
The broads are snapping their bras in broad day
Cops meeting their quota running for arcades
The three initial's on the pistols printed all K's
The end is almost near inferior of nothing
Superior is an option
And my synopsis is that I'm Frank Sinatra
On the roster top running
Running races with my own shadow
Look in the mirror then I start to battle
Now a pyru is a crip nor a pyru's
Just a value that is sure to be heard
Like a f**kin sheep's cattle
Niggas got some nerve
Talkin bout they move birds
Only thing I move
Now is a noun and a verb
I am now on the verge of
Telling the real story
Of a Compton native
In the city "that kill for me"
Cus you fabricated the realness
The county building
And the county children on food stamps
Glorifying street cred
Talkin' about "whoop whamp"
But that's never the case
Just a good lawyer
Who can sever the case
Recording live from the city
Where the skinny niggas die
And the semi bullets fly
Drinking Remy out bottle
Till the pain run dry
Like a desert
Once the Desert Eagle ride by
What you reppin
What you reppin my ni**a
You got a weapon
Well I got a profession my ni**a
It's called hip-hop since Pac was on gridlock
Me against the world every hour
Every second my ni**a
You want something get something
I could start a career AND I can end one
I'm H1N1
UGH
Straight-A student who flow stupid
Real raps get permanent income UGH
Beats and bars
Kendrick Lamar
Maestro whattup
Ha ha haha
