Black Friday (A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

Dick hard like Rottweiler

Can you handle it can you handle it woo woo woo woo

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 freestyling 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

Hiiigher 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 n***a you share a profit ah

This is what they want I'm the one

This is vintage from 1990-somethin'

I'm the son of the pioneer that got you n***as on

Play with him b***h 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 juvenile was wilder than the NOLA

A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career

Runnin' this s**t with four pair

Son of my b***h I might demolish

A b***h right in front ya chico what have you done here

D-Bo all of it one year Mississippi to California

It gets annoying n***as wanna deploy him

And b**ches wanna adore him but industry s**t ain't for him

Probably thinking it's for him only one me

Swallowed the key and kicking the door

In never leasing my foreign

Mr Valevictorian studied the game before them

Listen to you with boredom baby rappers abort them

To the grave I deport them corporations extort them

I'm snapping off my endorphins I alien mighty morphin'

My radiance 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 f**king studio haunted Ah

I tell a b***h don't sweat me don't sweat me

I kill this whole f**kin' beat if Cole let me please Cole

Ib should've never sent the instrumental

Every time I start writing I get sentimental

This s**t is just not fair

But why the f**k 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 d**n

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 n***a 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 muthaf**king beat if J Cole say it

My n***a Ib chopped the instrumental I gotta slay it

I gotta lay it gotta show you f**kers

I'm not to play with

The ruckus had been my favorite

King Kunta the f**kin' greatest

Whoa

Burnin' my leather

Nah I'm just f**kin' wit cha