Punch - Blow Them Horns lyrics

[Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar] Bear witness Watch me get it in like underage club attenders The roof go back like it's vintage The young boy's back to burn your village, the fire touching the ceiling burn What's God willing when HOVA retired? Now he back, guess he got some competition on his hands Who is that? I...am... K-Dot, I'm claustrophobic don't put me in the box with you n***as You can't categorize me I'm already convinced that I'm the hottest n***a out Any comments? I thought so You n***as is ga**ed up like ALCO Scared to play Madden on All-Pro Step your game up I'm here to f** up n***as' barcodes SoundScan'll never read your albums again (whoo!) I take 99.9% of your fans The last one left is your moms (and she even iffy about you...) Ain't nothing gifted about you Put a bullet in you, tell a doctor get it up out you I'm 'bout to, send him right there, he shark food Piranhas is coming I put beat on you rap dudes I don't wait on you rap dudes n***a NASA couldn't reach my altitude Sky's the limit, and your body ain't airborne... Is it? Are you? [Hook - Kendrick Lamarr] My real n***as, once again it's on 'Til we load the ammo and drop the bomb I kick up destruction and when I'm done My city blow them horns, it sounds like... WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! When they blow dem horns I'm coming Torch in hand-- yes, I'm running [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar] I told you Rock, I like red too But you gotta k** these n***as out the blue They don't see it coming Who ain't a part of the family tree Dude like Paul Bunyan, axe about him We travel like an ant colony, you can't count us Sip Henny 'til my throat drown New Benz, No Malice Count money 'til our hands get calloused 40 caliber in the Cavalier, welcome to Los Angeles, you might leave with bandages Real life, no mannequin You pull out, no panicking, you better shoot Or have something fall on your rooftop, no raindrops I'm talking 'bout gold bullets and black suits No magician, no magic, POOF Closed casket fatal attraction Son 3 hit you like John Paxson, I ain't bullsh**ting Them veterans been loved 'em Talk about bars I got a life sentence of 'em And I'm just like spitting cousin, ciao No man get the best of him [Verse 3 - Punch] The way I see, why rap? I'm just wasting my breath Y'all don't hear me I'm just chasing my d**h It's all over, the end's here so I'm pacing my steps Try not to recollect what I know These pregnant quotes meaning, they give life like semen Be the reason my heart's bleeding I'm coughing up blood in my palms as I recite the book of Psalms Over a slow clap and kick drum, wis-dom The application of your knowledge is me Pay your tuition, this verse is like a college degree Y'all don't hear me, y'all feel me like a doomsday prophet When I'm focused, nothing under the moon can stop it I leave you off the Earth's surface, that's what you get For trying to test my patience like nurses This ain't a verse this is a Kennedy curse Put your brain on your lady's purses, you n***as's crazy [Hook 2x]