Did Kendrick Lamar just drop the verse of the year? Hell no
http://allhiphop.com/2013/08/13/big-...y-electronica/
Kendrick Lamar:
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin’ their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
Peddlin’ sin, thinkin’ maybe when you get old you realize
I’m not gonna fold or demise
I don’t smoke, mother f*cker, I sell it!
Everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don’t pop me no fucking pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this
[Part 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch
One at a time, I line ‘em up and bomb on they mom while she watchin’ the kids
I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I’m important like the pope, I’m a muslim on pork
I’m Machiavelli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cardio bracelets for my women free as I’m in Vegas
Who the f*ck y’all thought it’s supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me
I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable
F*ck y’all clubs, f*ck y’all pictures
Show Instagram… gobble these nuts
Gobble d*ck up ’til you hiccup
My big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
I’ve seen niggas Transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies’ll prolly turn these b!tches to f*ckin’ Lindsey Lohans
A bunch of rich…white girls lookin’ for parties
Playin with Barbies wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key
Judge me ’til the monarchy, blessin’s to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley
I don’t smoke dope motherf*cker I sell it
I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me
You plan on stumpin’ me? I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
I put one on yours I’m Sean Connery
James Bond, wasn’t none of you niggas climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way
And if you’re in it, better run for pete’s sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of yall
New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved
And I ain’t rockin no more designer sh!t
White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red corvettes anonymous
Im usually homeboys with the same niggas im rhymin wit
But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale
Pusha T, Meek Mill, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from u niggas
What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grams
With your grandad as the pilot he drunk as f*ck tryna land
With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the sh*t that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread…
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Originally Posted by theheavens
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