That wasn’t satan … if you knew what Satan actually sounded like …

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Corey & Sanders - Backseat Freestyle - Kendrick Lamar Duckworth [Produced By Chauncey Hollis Jr. Hit-Boy] [Year: 2012] [Album: Good Kid Maad City] [Official Music Video]

nobody can rap on this even if they tried to write on it

From: Maria A Strickland September 28, 2024 St.Augusta, Minnesota Love Note to Kendrick Lamar "SMASH" Hook: Smash and time out Smash and time out Smash and time out Smash and time out Smash and time out Roll and ride out Roll and ride out Smash and time out Smash and time out Soul detested, Get message Pressure building from my presence Here and there then kingsman hit the exit Check navigation selected Gear shift passengers never touch it Broken hearts and broken bones Bread broken throwing stones Hustle the hardest, but some obviously don't Wealth unconsciously buried in wants Portrayed throughout communities so nothing serious pertaining to thots Tell me who got the sauce Mission just missioned No form or fashion competitions Once you obtain the world's attention they begin to look at you different In between the rumors you hearing, it's plenty wishing to be in your seated position That's why intentioned misses interest leaves me in thongs just to be a mistress Malis or college, the mind bodied to scholar Giving these youngsters something positive to be followed Privacy is rivalry so press announcements posting pictures whenever the party outta order When it's over, the controller usually.... Smash and time out Smash and time out Smash and time out I roll and ride out Roll and ride out Smash and ride out Smash and ride Maaco matrix across the exterior and dashes Pedal pumping and passing Thongs sprinkling Mrs. Dashes I'm rich and she swear that she is more than classy Seasoning the season in semen and let em linger if they want to although the handouts remain to be cashless

Alter so was macht man nur einmal im Leben es ist fantastisch 😢❤

SICK AF...

Le premier ennemie de ta vie c'est ta bouche Si tu veut vivre sans problème Reste pas sur la route Ferme ta bouche Ferme ta touche Seul les intérêt guident le monde Tel un poisson en quête dun hameçon Demande a truand Joue pas au Macron Dans la cour des grand Tu te fera rafalé bêtement . espèce de nonne salope Je vais te faire passé du sex passionné au sex romantique pour fini par du sex torride avec cette queue dans ta chatte qui dégouline orgasme . C'est le multiface Une menace radical Tout droit venu des plaine l'Afrique de l'est Tu veut teste avec les gini bada Le monde une cacahuète Que nos maman déteste Les papa fâché Combien son mort dans le dessert au secours al aides Des tombe sans fleur J'guet a la tv un leader Comment peut tant faire sa un être Un enfants une perle d'innocence De tout coeur avec la petit soeur Elle avez que 16 ans ou 6 ans Tombe enceinte par son Beau parents tout en etan Est se prétendre Etre un conquérant Fuck ldna est leur projet Votre leader est un pointeur Sans regret ejette moi sa Tentative avortement De tout -coeur avec humanité Meme avec l'inspecteur gadget Vive la pollice qui fait ton taff correcte Im not suspect gardez vots disquette J'ai déjà un prophète Parlons de paix nécessaire Au lieu de se perdre dans l'enfer des fêtes Im not suspect Allé voir dzns les secte Ferme ta bouche Ferme ta bouche Les etat unis pays de liberté d' homme Ou sa tire a outrance instess 1 goog et magog en pression Ou tout forme de décadence humain Se propage dans les sonde Tu connais le reve américain A la fois juge et gourou du monde Demande au afro indien Qu'est-ce qui ses passe en cette journée immondes ? Fait un délit de fuite Je te capte Jte rattrape Matraque télescopique Jte fond le crâne Même si tu est épileptique Esse que c Fini l'époque black and white Ma peau un handicap Ma vie sus du nitrate Esse fini l'époque black and white Certaine se comporte comme des crocodiles Est dautre cherche a en finir L'humanité si en peut l'appeler ansi Nest un ramassi de merde Le regne animal a plus emphatique Trop de repos na jamis fait tué personne Le végétal nous le rendent bien En pete des cable Combien en pris de peine Pour ses semblable Pourquoi tu fait le non coupable Des un homme invente une chose Sa devient une compet Des centaine expérience Des cadavre jeté a la poubelle Un aspect cruelle come la ménopause Il ya pas de cause pour un clostofranble Ou la gueule dun sourd de voir le monde réel Ou d'un aveugle entendre ses moqueries perpétuel Quel chance de pas voir ni entend La bêtise humain un parfum ponctuel.

Bro turned into cod zombie when he said yawk

0:30 the breathing is sick

I love this track gangster beat on the instrumental tip yup Sarge-45 🫡out

one of the best albums and beats to ever be released 🙏

This beat is slightly off pitch so it doesn't line up exactly with the og song just so you know

NIGGA WTF WAS THAT YAWK YAWK YAWK I WAS ABOUT TO SHIT MY PANTS💀💀💀

Рай для ушей

1.25x fire ngl

Si y'a deux, trois putes, y'aura pas deux, trois bouquets Deux trois tours du globe, en même pas deux, trois week-ends Je vous ai niqués, regarde mes freestyles Dernière collection PP, dernière collection Audemars Piguet Je fais du bif', on a la rue derrière Du liquide, du liquide, si j'te fume on est quitte, on est quitte Tu connais pas ma vie, mon équipe Des apparts, des villas, des plaques diplomatiques Des semi-automatiques, des putes en talons Te niquer ta mère, fiston, c'est la thématique (wouh, wouh) Si je te fume, ça fait un d'moins pas besoin de mathématiques (bang, bang) Tu peux pas nous suivre, même mon fils ne mets plus du plaqué Gabbana (wouh, wouh) J'suis sorti d'la misère, il aura son hotêl à Copa Cabana On part à Dubaï, en un soir j'ai niqué tous mes sous J'rentre à l'hôtel, un jaccuzzi, ma chérie me masse le cou Envoie la monnaie, les belles choses ont un goût Prends pas tout mon temps, j'ai des rendez-vous J'ai bien mangé, je sors de table une bouffe ma coûté ton salaire J'te baise ta mère, mes petits peuvent fumer Le Banner Grosso modo, j'en ai gros sur le dos Casque intégral, une grosse moto Ils aiment trop parler de la guerre Mais ces sales fils de putains n'auront fait que celle des boutons (mathafack)

AperçuParolesVidéosÉcouter A7, puto 19, Gotze Mathafack, Kore, Lacrim J'vais vous montrer c'est comment hein Marseille hein Han J'suis venu chiffrer Le savoir est une arme, j'suis calibré, j'suis cultivé Maman, sèche tes larmes, c'est sur toi qu'mes deux yeux sont rivés Puto, j'me fais rare, ils m'verront plus qu'en 1080p J'ai 1000 cartes en main, j'suis sur tous les rrain-té Tous les rrain-té, tous les ghettos On a grandi te-tê dans l'étau Poto, tu sais qu'on vient racheter ta vie Nouveaux riches avec des métaux Tonton, j'suis au carré, j'paie pas l'entrée On a vidé les 'teilles nos regard sont hantés Toi j'te baise tant qu'j'ai la santé Toi et ta putain d'équipe, les garçons manqués Boîte sept, ma te-tê s'colle à l'appuie-tête J'bois sec, j'tiens le gobelet, le volant C'est tous les jours le nouvel an, salope On a connu la disette Ils étaient pas là quand on était rien, j'espère bien qu'tu leur as dit J'suis pas ton tit-pe garde-toi ta première partie, coño Dans l'appart ça pue la widow Eux ils verront mon doigt et mon dos J'mange avec les politiques, c'est les nouveaux riches avec des téflons J'les corrige juste avec un doigt Au foyer, Papa veut juste un toit Tes potos s'achètent des habits J'ai pas l'temps, faut qu'j'lui rachète un T3 Mathafack Du liquide, du liquide, du liquide, du liquide, du liquide j'me noie dedans (oh oui) Mes chaussures brillent, j'regarde mes pieds (j'me vois dedans) T'es dupliqué, dupliqué, dupliqué, dupliqué, oui cliqué (j'me vois dedans, oh oui) Chichi dans la végétale Quand elle m'suce (j'sens plus ses dents) Du liquide, du liquide, du liquide, du liquide, du liquide (du liquide, oh oui) Mes chaussures brillent (j'me vois dedans) T'es dupliqué, dupliqué, dupliqué, dupliqué, oui cliqué (dupliqué, oh oui) Chichi dans la végétale Quand elle m'suce (j'sens plus ses dents) Si y'a deux, trois putes, y'aura pas deux, trois bouquets Deux trois tours du globe, en même pas deux, trois week-ends Je vous ai niqués, regarde mes freestyles Dernière collection PP, dernière collection Audemars Piguet Je fais du bif', on a la rue derrière Du liquide, du liquide, si j'te fume on est quitte, on est quitte Tu connais pas ma vie, mon équipe Des apparts, des villas, des plaques diplomatiques Des semi-automatiques, des putes en talons Te niquer ta mère, fiston, c'est la thématique (wouh, wouh) Si je te fume, ça fait un d'moins pas besoin de mathématiques (bang, bang) Tu peux pas nous suivre, même mon fils ne mets plus du plaqué Gabbana (wouh, wouh) J'suis sorti d'la misère, il aura son hotêl à Copa Cabana On part à Dubaï, en un soir j'ai niqué tous mes sous J'rentre à l'hôtel, un jaccuzzi, ma chérie me masse le cou Envoie la monnaie, les belles choses ont un goût Prends pas tout mon temps, j'ai des rendez-vous J'ai bien mangé, je sors de table une bouffe ma coûté ton salaire J'te baise ta mère, mes petits peuvent fumer Le Banner Grosso modo, j'en ai gros sur le dos Casque intégral, une grosse moto Ils aiment trop parler de la guerre Mais ces sales fils de putains n'auront fait que celle des boutons (mathafack)

Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window - check yourself!

Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!" "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga" Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self Uh, Warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where-, hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck" That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce Now crawl yo' head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies Iv's on top of IV's Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley Make sure your color's correct Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.a.a.d city "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga" If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Wake yo' punk ass up! It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea Real simple and plain "Let me teach you some lessons about the street (Smoke somethin', nigga) Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah) Ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea (we got five on it) How we do Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad Reality struck I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz) My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leaving In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?) Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah) Cocaine, weed Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip Make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood Loc yeah that's cool (chyea) The hood took me under so I follow the rules But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea) Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can Shots in the crowd then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave Mount up regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea) Trip, we in the hood still So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea) Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I live inside the belly of the rough Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton) M.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn You ain't the one that got fucked up What you holdin' it for? Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Nigga, that ain't no word Nigga, shut up Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip Just lay back and drink that

Just discovered this song on the mixtape. Great re-work! Sounds a lot better

love this <3 u da man , kee p it up

Keep it Kodak.

Don't mind me just practicing for the Kendrick concert later this year (there's a 1 in 10,000 chance I'll get brought on stage)

Wasted beat.

oh sheesh newest comment here

This beat goes HARDDDDD. Dope ASF. I be trying to rap on this and fail everytime lol.

Where’s the beat switch 😢

man i remember i used to listen to this during begining of 2021 when i was going through things this always made overthink about life and everything still great

Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self Uh, Warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where-, hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine

That bass and snare is lethal

0:11 bro

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad Reality struck I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz) My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leaving In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?) Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah) Cocaine, weed Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip Make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood Loc yeah that's cool (chyea) The hood took me under so I follow the rules But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea) Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can Shots in the crowd then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave Mount up regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea) Trip, we in the hood still So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea) Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I live inside the belly of the rough Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton) M.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn You ain't the one that got fucked up What you holdin' it for? Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Nigga, that ain't no word Nigga, shut up Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip Just lay back and drink that

It's the open hats that get me turnt

Slow it down to 0.75 trust me 👌

I can rap to dis beat at any day fuck what they say everything dat I do it's not okay nigga I'm nutty in ur woman she going crazy shes wanna put me behind bars she's thinking about a money she wants child support

Кадамың жаңылып жамандыка кабылып журосун малынып адамды азгырып суйусун жашырып Журосуң жаманда душманың жаныңда байкабай аны да телофон колунда жаарым жашоон мойнуңда ,оорудан кутулбай,ЖАКЫНСЫҢ Кудайга сакайсаң кайрылып жургонуң жаман да гунолор мойнуңда ,Ата энен кабатыр жашооңдо жол ачар ,жок болсо алар ,тапай сен калар ,тушундо базар ,алардан кабар ,эскерти баалар ,айласын табар кара туманы каптайбы, жер жузун суу каптайбы кыздар чонтогунду кактайбы журогун оңойду тандайбы балким сени катуу мактайбы может байлыгынды тандайбы Мен сулуу болушту калабайм Мен бай болушту тандабайм, Мен тапанча болуп C бетке атышты баалагам деген создоруң арналган Карама карашты тандаган Ойуда жайлоону самаган Кошунанын ити талаган Биринчи травма байкалган Кундо тушундо чочуган Ке бирде достору коркуткан Абайла деген адам жок алар ведь кайгы жок Кыйынчылыкты коргон адам жок дегенге уйронбойт

0:26

where’s the beat switch tho foo

Keşmekeş her tarafımda Her zaman iyi olur hava kararınca Suratına pizza bu Rap Cowabunga Hasta bi' his nigga "Hasta la vista" Kafana bu paraşütü tak ve de gel Kaldı mı saniyeler Sadece gölgen taklit eder Seni; Bu da egona 5 hafta yeter Yine geri geri tak size göre militan Tabii tabii kan akan açık ara kapatan Bi' duvara çarp şoka girer acıdan Azalan değerime faiz farz Komik olur oğlum bizi denemesi Saçmalık hepsi de çöp tenekesi Sen kes sesini yap risk analizi Bak sokakta yükselen isyan, isyan Serserilikten bahsedeyim sen ders al Yapma bu ters ha Filipine gitsen de yok senin işin Sub-Zero gibiyim söner ateşin Çak beşi bana aradan Bak bu da bizim eleman Dostum n'aber? Senden n'aber? Omzumdan çeksene şu elini lan! Kelebek gibi rengarenk Ama ölecek dostum n'aber Cenk Sat denk bas gitsin kek Sende ki Skoda bizdeki Mustang Bak bunlar kalp atışlarım Serseriler arkadaşlarım Ben buyum ama yanlış anladın Çok da sikimdeydin tatlım

ICH RASTE AUS HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!" "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga" Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self Uh, Warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where-, hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck" That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce Now crawl yo' head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies Iv's on top of IV's Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley Make sure your color's correct Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.a.a.d city "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga" If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Wake yo' punk ass up! It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea Real simple and plain "Let me teach you some lessons about the street (Smoke somethin', nigga) Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah) Ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea (we got five on it) How we do Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad Reality struck I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz) My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leaving In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?) Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah) Cocaine, weed Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip Make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood Loc yeah that's cool (chyea) The hood took me under so I follow the rules But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea) Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can Shots in the crowd then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave Mount up regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea) Trip, we in the hood still So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea) Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I live inside the belly of the rough Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton) M.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn You ain't the one that got fucked up What you holdin' it for? Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Nigga, that ain't no word Nigga, shut up Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip Just lay back and drink that

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!" "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga" Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self Uh, Warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where-, hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck" That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce Now crawl yo' head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies Iv's on top of IV's Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley Make sure your color's correct Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.a.a.d city

I have the real one

Power brought me here ngl

Libertè libertè, in mezzo alle vie stavamo io te, senza cash senza cash, giravo ovunque non serviva l hotel, pour la famille sono pronto a correre dei miglia, zero cazzate in bocca semmai la bottiglia, tu la fumi e hai pure una figlia, esce una palletta dalla bocca e non è una biglia, merda vera che nessuno consiglia, come non avere regali alla vigilia. Senza anima, ormai l unica emozione è la satira, questo mercato è saturo, parli ma non sei maturo, non seguo consigli sul futuro, lo dico da quando pittavo quel muro. Scusate scusate, se avvolte rovino le giornate, ho piani in testa ci penso col mio frate, ok avvolte pieno di idee malate, oui malade, fumo cioccolate, diverse, questo schifo mi sommerge ne uscirò come un vincente

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Bro was that Satan saying “YAWK”????!🤣🤣🤣🤣

Satan i've come to Rap Battle in the name of my self and all my dead homies

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