feat. Jay Rock, Ab-Soul, Schoolboy Q

… brother number 2, what it do
Yeah, … brother number 2, what it do
… knock beef like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to rescue yo
You know they make it big than what it is in particular

Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcom
Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
I mosh pit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
Yeah i said talent, kendrick aint scared of yall, can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
The only features I got was this handsom face I was getting
How ironic, playing sonic was the shit like a kolonic
Now we vomit over these beats while critics pay homage
It’s too street like my 23 summers in Compton
I go so deep like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy and snapped bras
High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars  not me
My sweet 16s  probably need a school id
And usually high b, a diamond invicta
You know what time it is nigga affirmative action you factor you frictor
I’m a slick crapped up from being insane  pop a vein when I write this shit
I  think i'm  the shit, im vein and I think you’re a bitch a females poodle under some homos voodoo  sucking the industries dick
we catching bodies, fazing the hotel lobby, fuck your security
And thats at the risk carltoen hope this purity  probably  your best assest spit assets, hit your block and crumble your acctress leave from a stagnet
This is torture when I ,scortch ya or escort ya
Out the building where ex-convicts with all. Sorts of
Permanent hand shakes, your man can’t stick to the script
With  handpaint  popping your lip ,to popping.  A clip to popping your van wait we keep the  peace want the peace said i was Malcolm to your belief.

                          Thanks to Δ§ΔP $T€£Z for correcting these lyrics