This verse of Kendrick Lamar in big Sean's control shook the world and turned it upsidedown for minutes. Big Sean mwenyewe alipohojiwa alisema da guy is ilmatic aisee ameshindikana. It was like a 3minutes verse:
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]Miscellaneous minds are never explaining their mindsDevilish grin for my alias aliens to respondPeddling sin, thinking maybe when you get old you realizeI'm not gonna fold or demise(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it!)Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melonSo if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my discDon't you pop me no fucking pill,I'ma popyou and give you this[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shitSo many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shitSo many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitchOne at a time, I line them upAnd bomb on they mom while she watching the kidsI'm in a destruction mode if the gold existsI'm important like the Pope,I'm a Muslim on porkI'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New YorkKing of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them bothThe juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokesLive in the basement, church pews and funeral facesCartier bracelets for my women friends,I'm in VegasWho the **** y'all thought it's supposed to be?If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching meI'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable,**** y'all clubsFuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nutsGobble dick up 'til you hiccup,my big homie KuruptThis the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West x6)I've seen niggas transform like villain DecepticonsMollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fucking Lindsay LohanA bunch of rich ass white girls looking for partiesPlaying with Barbies,wreck the Porschebefore you give them the car keyJudgement to the monarchy,blessings to Paul McCartneyYou called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it)I'm dressed in all black, this is not for thefan of ElvisI'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach meYou plan on stumping me?Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on meBitch I put one on yours,I'm Sean ConneryJames Bonding with none of you niggas,climbing 100 mil in front of meAnd I'm gonna get it even if you're in thewayAnd if you're in it, better run for Pete's sakeI heard the barbershops be in great debates all the timeBout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jiggaand NasEminem, Andre 3000,the rest of y'allNew niggas just new niggas, don't get involvedAnd I ain't rocking no more designer shitWhite T’s and Nike Cortez,this red Corvette's anonymousI'm usually homeboys with the same niggasI'm rhyming withBut this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it isAnd that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., WalePusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, DrakeBig Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac MillerI got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you niggasTryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggasThey don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggasWhat is competition?I'm tryna raise the bar highWho tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydiveOut the exit window of five G5s with five grandWith your granddad as the pilot he drunk as **** trying landWith the hand-full of arthritis and popping prosthetic legBumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his headIs an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess saidThat your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
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