* no copyright * lyrics The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since free styling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from 1980 - somethin’ I’m the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My jewelry now is wilder than the new year A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my cobra Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha) [Kayla Duckworth: Laugh]

• published: 28 Nov 2015
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