Kendrick Lamar - The Heart Pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro] A lil' Compton n***a Just a lil' Compton n***a One time for my n***as You know Compton, n***a Just a lil' Compton n***a Kendrick Lamar Back with a vengeance Back with my heart and I'm venting Back with another war pendant, salute me or shoot me I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion I believe there's one God, there's one love And I believe if I fly, we all doves I make a way for my people to see the light Brighter than yellow bones Me and my microphone could be one Until I see BIG, Pac, see Pun but this ain't Eazy I can't take a Big L, my city needs me, I gotta win The proof is in the pudding And I been f**ing with Cosby since I was ten, you damn right By any means necessary get campaign right Very emotional I'm a Gemini, I love hard and I fight harder, a born author A born starter, in the game for real And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father You can't learn if mistakes ain't made You gotta pay homage in order to get paid You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' Jews Lifestyles of the young and the broke With my hand under oath, I recite these quotes And if I have a life then I die where I stand as a pest not a man what I wrote through a rap In order to see the front, I had to play the back We played our position, we let ya'll play ya'll selves, ya'll made ya'll decision We pray while we prey on competition To flip another page of Corinthians I see stars when I write these sentences Words crash cars when I write these sentences Open jail bars for my n***as life sentences Free J-Dove, k** all witnesses Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way I feel I'mma make ya'll suffer And take ya'll supper I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and I'm 22 now it's about to go down So en garde, my God we got these artists in awe Oh, I'm free Finally I can say I'm me The Kendrick Lamar EP, cla**ic EP The question concerns I dropped it and gave the whole world my germs Hope ya'll infected Hope ya'll ain't have no protection Still I'm progressing, room for improvement Make room for the groom married to his music I was at the XXL just trying to excel Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning Wanted to be apart of it cater it to my audience J. Cole runnin' late If he don't show up, think I can take his place Ladies start laughing No pun intended I ain't being sarcastic Homie popped up with about twenty bags and Fresh out the plane I couldn't even complain My n***a was on his hustle I introduced him my name Said I'll see him on the bubble in the future, my dude I salute ya Contributing the real sh** Talk about it make the people talk about it Make the world see, for every MC that I see tryna stay afloat Tell 'em build a boat like Noah And take him to a place that I'm sure we all can blow up, boom I ain't a star yet but I'm gettin' close to em And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera Then k** his manager Then hang a banner up, that reads you can't proceed without bein' conceived by one album of the 90's At Rosecrans where you'll find me And all my n***as is grimy But I remain the good kid Tryna make a difference where I'm from, where you live Oh no we got to slow the city down I told the homeboy pump his brakes He said that he rather put the pump to his face Sawed off Torture, turn the saw off, its scorchin' Hot where I'm from, the newscasters don't come Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan I ain't done A baby in there with it She said postpartum did it Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute That's why I always think I'm kicking something with feeling I should've been a dentist I should've been a blizzard-cold Flash, pose, flash, pose, a critic paparazzi got me on my toes I wanna jump on him like a tad-pole, tad-pole, a**-holes Tryna k** my dreams Not elevate Those are not my dreams, I'll be straight With a little bit of pa**ion And a drive like an Aston Motivation from Nipsey or Gla**es, Jay Rock Mykestro , Bad Lucc, U-N-I Dom Kennedy, Murs and Fashawn Lady G, Willy B in time Ima blow like I'm mothaf**in' sniffing lines Go like I never seen a red light shine Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying Heart of a lion, tell em get in line And pa** the baton, I won't pa** it back I ain't good at dimes If the b**h bad I could pa** you a dime Haters better duck like I'm pa**ing a pond Know I'm the king and I'm pa**ing you pawns Pad on the heel that's a pa**ion of mine Problem is I shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights I'mma need two mics just to get my point across I'mma get my joint across, country ya'll gon' want me