Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Kendrick Lamar Goes Beast Mode At The BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher

While we all tried hard to catch every word of Kendrick’s vicious BET Hip Hop Award Cypher, it’s impossible to remember everything that was said. Luckily some hip hop head somewhere took the time to write it up for us. I of course tweeked it a bit because the lyrics were a little off towards the end. These words make his rap even more potent. All hail King Kendrick! I hate y’all I’ll do anything to replace y’all Shout out to Face Mob A ghetto boy ’til I’m unemployed with a day job And kicking boxes I kick ass and then kick knowledge I’m way more polished than 99 percent of the scholars You thought had graduated I’m the master that masturbated on your favorite MC And to the industry that wanted me assassinated You either corny or an opportunist I let you eat now go back to church and steal crackers at communion What I’m doing I’m about to crack the Da Vinci code, yeah And nothing’s been the same since they dropped ‘Control’ And tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes Ha, ha, joke’s on you High five (high fives Schoolboy Q) I’m bulletproof, your shots’ll never penetrate Pin the tail on the donkey boy you’ve been a fake I got my thumb on hip-hop and my foot in the back of your ass Aftermath get the last laugh I serve [niggas] like Master Geoffrey Jump on this curb Turn a shottie to a verb if you let me You know I’m a killer I’m on your head You know I’m a killer The West Coast Cosa Nostra Under oath ‘til it’s over Ya over owe us So what the [fuck]? I [fuck] you [niggas] up I [fuck] you [niggas] up She suck and [fuck] I [fuckin’ duck you [fuckin]’ [niggas] like when I want You going dutch You going [fuckin’] nuts Acting irrational Pop you then pop an Adderrall Know the drill like a lateral, [nigga] I’m more Pappy Mason than Pastor Mason Pacing back and forth Racing my thoughts on embracing data I spilled blood on my apron cooking this [shit] up I feel like some of y’all is hating Quite frankly ya [bitch] booty should thank me for grabbing it Turn these hoodrats to actresses What a [fuckin’] magic trick Accidents never happen when murder’s involved Immaculate tactics so follow me If you need me just call on me I say “Hold up wait a minute” Your career ain’t [shit] unless you got some Kendrick in it Your [pussy] ain’t [shit] Ain’t no rumors left on my [dick] unless you look like Jordin Sparks Make my mark on the [clit] Muah Hollywood’s been good to me Little hood [nigga] used to pawn mom’s jewelry Family jewels big as [fuck] and I got the balls to say it balls deep, balling out ’til Spalding need a replacement I’m outchea the rest of your mouth chea Invest in a vest A Vietnam vet when you out near The white court building spilling its Merlot Feeling woman a fur coat Pimp the industry Remember these Stacy Adams and fur coats Shook, you’re scared to death You’re scared to look In the mirror when Kendrick is near ya King Kendrick Shouts to Complex
on this one.

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