Kendrick Lamar - Nickerson Gardens Freestyle lyrics

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Kendrick Lamar - Nickerson Gardens Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] I don't need the hype They call me- f** it- I don't need no introduction No ad-libing my name 100 times for nothing You already know it's K. Dot, city of Compton an*logy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy, Oakland and 2Pac I'm more focused, I'm nothing like you new guys Struggling over a few lines thinking you hot Cause your homey said you you was a few times Which is too many times They lying to you, they telling a lie The only time I lie in the booth is when I sleep in it Record 24 hrs, you n***as better get your bars up I bench press this rap stuff, got it locked like handcuffs I threw away the key, my cool is on, she love my A/C My juice is on, and I wish one of y'all try to rob me I shoot, and have you laying between the sheets with the eyes leased (Isleys) I push the coupe like a high speed The helicopters come and realize that nothing's behind me is behind me Your honor, I f** over this beat with no condom This ain't rap it's really a p**no, re-wind me back Finally the finest of 'em all is back To define the laws of crack, y'all don't obey Y'all ain't nice, y'all just OK You're nothing more than a little John phrase I'm Mike Jordan in his prime, modern day Issac Hayes Theme song to Shaft, equivalent to the theme song to your career Study my craft, you ignorant, I do it without a pen and pad Just inspiration: something you never had If my pockets is something you trying to grab I pull out the rocket and peel you back like scab You old news, you old dudes get out of my way Let the young boy come through; don't mention my age I'm on a mission for pay, and you astronaut n***as just crowding my space You not in my atmosphere, you can act like you here But actually you ain't accurate f**ing with the music biz The industry like, "f** it, let the music be his" No theme park, I'm not trying to amuse you kids Small shark, jaws is here, jump in the water Do he really f** with President Carter? My reply is that I can't stay away from the bosses Got the bidding war popping like an auction 5 or 10 labels like what he hitting for? 7 zeros or more? Remember having Aftermath sitting on my door Money in front of me, couldn't open the door [Verse 2: Unknown rapper] Boom! That's that, left him on his back flat You talking like that, jack, spitting About crack, but never been about that I'm real with this rap, I'm just speaking the facts Rap, but some n***as wack, talent something they lack So gather your whole pack, I'm taking them off the map My pockets is getting fat, their pockets, they staying flat So imma just hollaback, they rocking their tiny J's But n***as ain't getting paid in the spot, like they a slave 12 hours just for some change, man this sh** a shame When the feds come, who you gon' blame? But that's just Learning the game, you n***as should do the same They go as fast as they came, cause pa**ing me you ain't gon' see I go bar for bar, and b, you are just a target, b So just call me Muhammed Ali Easy sh** be hard to do, easy for me and hard for you I'm leaving you with the (?), pick up a broad, 'bout three or two Life is like a puzzle but my level is some trouble, man, you gotta use your muscle, in the hood I had to tussle Man, I'm moving to the shop, (?), man you're not n***as steady talking but barely looking in the spot [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I'm so far ahead of my time, I got people 5 years from now pressing rewind I'm hardly a friend with y'all, i hate rappers, where is your artist at? If it ain't a good picture you're draw, don't bring it to the architect Often you arguing 'bout who got next, claiming you're running the game n***as are barely walking yet, hopping all over beats without studying training camp Try studying a few greats then maybe you'll be where i'm at Your songwriting ain't great, your mixtapes mediocre You recycle the same quotes, you're not switching the flow Your flow in the same place, just don't rap; elaborate Try to expand, try to be more creative perhaps My rap friends, i ain't saying you're wack, psyche Like an in-voice, I'm just stating the facts, right? (?) metaphores i write, in fact, it's been a factor You've feared your whole life, no TV show Don't compare me with them, that's like a shark versus Nemo, a gorilla to a chimp, Jordan versus Kukoč A Tony Montana with blow on his nose to a Nino

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