KENDRICK LAMAR - Rigamortus (Remix) lyrics

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[Intro]

Alright, here we go, third take, real quick Ali

[Hook]

Got me breathing with dragons

I’ll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard

I’m Marilyn Manson with madness, now just imagine the magic

I light to asses, don’t ask for your favorite rapper

(He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch

(He dead) I killed him (Amen) Bitch

[Verse 1]

And this is rigamortis and it’s gorgeous when you die

Ali recorded and I’m Morpheus, the Matrix of my mind

I’m out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined

I’m on the toilet when I rhyme if you the shit then I decline

I climax where you begin and then I end on Cloud 9

And that’s important when you morph into a angel in the sky

And don’t be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply and tell me

That you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite

And I’mma be here for a while just buckle up before the ride

Or knuckle up if you could fight, we always making them duck or die

A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide

CSI, just might investigate this fucking parasite

[Verse 2]

(He dead, amen) That’s what they telling me

Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony

Ferragami so many and cool enough for the 70′s

Nigga, payback’s a bitch and bitch you been living in debt with me

That I more than especially, leave a call on his mother voicemail

To say that he rest in peace, bigger chopper the recipe

Wrestling, that’s irrelevant rather rest at your residence

Whistling to the melody couldn’t think of a better D

Better be on your P and Q, it’s just me Jay Rock, Soul and Q

So the system ain’t barbeque, ain’t nothing else you can do

(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I killed him

(He dead) Haha (Amen) Amen

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I rapped him and made him Casper, I captured the likes of NASA

My pedigree to fly past ya, I pass the weed to the pastor

We all are sinners, won’t you send us to bible study faster

Your hypocrite-esque reaction a blasphemy

I assassin my casualty and it’s casually done and tell ‘em my salary come

A lump sum of hundreds don’t talk to be ’bout no money

The sun is under my feet and I come in peace to compete

I don’t run if you rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks

And I go visit the nearest creek and I get busy on many MC

Really ballistic, anybody can see any assistance, everybody done see

Some persistence, recognize I be really too vicious, the permanent beast

And the demolition, breaking up the streets, better partition, better dot your T

And I gon’ mention, how the far you see, putting my dick in the rap industry

Everybody bitchin’, getting mad at me, recognize Kendrick in the battery

And I’m charged up and the catastrophe is charged up and the audacity

And y’all fucks, never could hassle me and y’all luck, just ran out you’ll see

(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I know

(He dead) For sure (Amen) Amen

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

Hold up, I’m parking my Caddy

That’s when I fuck it up badly

Frankly, I’m happy to tell niggas

“Have manners ‘front the daddy”

I carry the Anthony Mackie

And put holes in you badly

Fuck sending you off in a hearse

I’ll send you off in a taxi

Have you bloody leaky looking like you tampon or maxi

Retaliation talk: shut the fuck up nigga

Exactly nasty the classy the flashiest how I’m on it

Don’t ask me no kind of questions and mention

I’ll leave your face in a pantry

And gladly lump up your shit and bumpin your face up like acne

Break your teeth, replace them with veneers bigger than Lil Scrappy

Feeling like growing my dread again

Letting my shit get nappy

Throw me on a New York fitted

While reppin’ like I’m a Yankee

If they wanna front then I hit em and I tap em

Eat a nigga’s food like its a scampi

When it come to bitch niggas, I’m a little bit a racist

Governor Pataki

Papi, you’re the master, auntie

Pops was a little bit manly, fuck all that aiming

I’mma hit him in the front, hit him in the back

So substanc-y

Then I gotta Bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-beat a nigga leave him in the alley

You don’t really wanna know how you niggas always be making me aggie

Organs in your drawers now you wearing your pants saggy

Haggling niggas with scriptures, spittin, you should be happy

Gradually when I hit you I split you and leave you sadly in a

Situation lay you out flatter than chicken patties

It’s the God, you hear me talking whenever you hear the raspy

And when it comes to murkin’ something you should never put past me!