Kendrick Lamar - Illuminati Proper lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] These streets is Jura**ic, cowards get asthematic Astronauts hover throughout the atmosphere That's the ghetto bird. Pull up on the curve "Wa**up homie!", smoke a n***a then dip It's the immaculate, verbal a**a**in Strangle your perfect etiquette to an accent This the Jesus of Nazareth Spittin' gold policies to a world unknown In a cherry low low, with four zones of weed No sticks, no seeds Prestigious when I pulsate the 50 states My need for speak can corral the largest crowds Mosh pit, with a big dick screamin' "b**hes ain't sh**!" She gobble gobble for hours, I jumped in the shower I dismantle, devour hardest Emcees, softer than clam chowder No challengers can compete, their childish and weak, detrimental Hazardous hazard to instrumentals, intertwined with God and Frankenstein [Hook] I'm Corrupted I'm Corrupted [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Gimme a hundred g's, for every emcee I dropped to their knees Verbally useless "Oh you got the juice!?" I squeeze you juiceless Catch you, hang you, from any nooses Been the truth since "Snoop and Tha Pound" was f**in over Ruthless Young and I'm ruthless 21 with 21 guns, shot and saluted for Pac Lyrical cyclops, lasering in on paper and fraudulent friends b**h you's a b**h in disguise, and b**hes get ten Bullets to their midsection, Mr. Lethal Injection In the regal higher than church steeples I swear to God, can ya lyrics in a jar I'm a pterodactyl tearin ya squad like pardon Me and Terrace Martin enacting Martin Cannibal coexisting with the coldest, that mean I'm the sickest And Thera-flu won't do, whenever I'm kicking the wickedness Explosive, cinematic, smoking Like the barrel of this TEC aimin at ya neck [Hook] I'm Corrupted I'm Corrupted [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I'm from C-O-M-P-T-O any n***a can get it The lil homie strapped and he with it At the Avalon's swap meet, "wa**up fool!?" Blunt longer than Rosecrans I grab the devil then slow dance Practice trigonometry Practice my aim on rooftops eating pastrami sandwiches You are counterfeit, worthless piece of verses surf this West Coast with a big scope k** all yal It's Top Dawg, TDE, CPT Quick to tell a b**h jump on my dick A-S-A-P Complete havoc composer, disorder: rhyme addict Slaughter houses full of Joeys, Joells, and Royces for ya Live from the area code of 310 Laughing all the way to the bank with 3 elmos Three 64's, 1 bottle of goose I'm the truth You can put ya hand on the bible and shoot [Hook] I'm Corrupted