Real 92.3 Freestyle Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Verse 1] 

You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a plug like this 

Sophisticated gangsta, watch me thug like this 

Snatch your, uh, in a club like this 

Seven zeros, need my pub like this 

Stuck in a rock in a hard place 

I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well, I am 

I got to get my thing off 

My style come from Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2 

And James Brown with his fist crossed 

I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers 

Whoever thought a billionaire come out of Compton? 

Multiply simple logic, it's rules you can follow 

If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is 

Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big 

Or maybe I'm too pessimistic to know I'm gifted 

Chasin' hood rat brownie points and bullshittin' 

I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin', hopped a four on 'em 

Grab my dick and pour on 'em 

Yeah, homie, I'm still talkin' that whoop-de-whoop 

Hoppin' out on my enemies, I know who to shoot 

Back when my homies where I need to be 

Such a familiar sceneries, I smell the gun smoke 

I watched a homie watch his son smoke 

I seen the sun set on my set 

I seen one 'Ru and one Loc, one slip and one played him close 

Everythin' subject to change 

Nowadays, the Compton (?) kill each other 

Faster than an opposite color 

Homies whack out everythin', you're dead, homie 

It's your mother, your uncle and brother 

If God was a Loc, he'd probably had one comin' 

Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is 

When you can't trust not a soul inside these streets 

I made a video out there in Copenhagen, so the homies can see 

To let 'em know it's more than just Pamela Lee 

They said, "Good looking" 

Paused the video the moment his phone ring 

That fast dollar was his only problem 

No matter how many times I showed him the Eiffel Tower 

The block was home and Africa was too far for power 

Then I knew 

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[Bridge] 

And you don't and you don't and you don't 

And you don't and you don't and you don't 

And you don't and you don't and you don't 

And you don't and you don't stop 

[Verse 2] 

This feelin' is unmatched 

This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap 

Black Pendleton ball cap 

Windows shatter, same synonym fall back 

Been in it before Internet had impacts 

My innocence limited, the experience lacked 

Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked 

The mind of a literate writer, but I did in fact 

You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic 

Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent sentences backwards 

Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your reaction 

Now I can visit a stadium, pack it the fastest 

Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sittin' in traffic 

Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion 

Winnin' in every decision 

Kendrick is master and mastered it 

Isn't it lovely how menace has turned attraction? 

Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction, runnin' pure magic 

Thank God for rap, I will say it got me a plaque 

But what's better than that? I know everything 

I know everything, I know myself 

I know morality, spirituality, good and beheld 

I know fatality might haunt you 

I know everything, I know Compton 

I know street shit, I know shit that's conscience, I know everything 

I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors 

I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma 

I know everything, I know history 

I know the universe works mentally 

I know the perks of bullshit, that isn't meant for me 

I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and money 

I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's hungry 

I know everything, the highs to lows to groupies and junkies 

I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition 

The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision 

You know, they know that from Compton School District 

I give it to the kids, don't gossip 'bout how it was distributed 

I, I, I know how people work, I know the price of life 

I know how much it's worth, I know what I know and I know it well 

Not to ever forget until I realized I didn't know shit 

Big Boy, what's up? 

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[Bridge] 

And you don't and you don't and you don't 

And you don't and you don't and you don't 

And you don't and you don't and you don't 

And you don't and you don't stop 

[Verse 3] 

I don't give a buck about no politics in rap 

My little homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back 

So I got to go hard every time I jump on wax 

Bump what they talking 'bout, this here is where it's at 

Look, I came in this game, I stuck my fangs in this game 

I wore no chain in this game, my hood, my name in this game 

Now I double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up 

I'm stickin' to the scripts like, "Yeah, 'em Benjamins can cuddle up" 

I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with them white tube socks 

It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this 

That's what the chronic smell like when them chemicals mix 

Fifty-homie salute, I'm out to Compton Zoo with the extras 

El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers 

Rip Ridaz, (?), Mexicans that eff with me 

Nobody can eff with me, tell y'all to eff with me 

Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh, just got my (?) 

The little homies called 

They said, "The enemies done cliqued up" 

Oh, yeah? Punto want to squabble with me, vatio? 

Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio 

Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous 

Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras 

The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' 

Homie's name on paper, you snitched all summer 

The streets don't fail me now, they want to put the game in town 

From Compton to Congress, it's set trippin' all around 

Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans 

Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'? 

They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs 

Tell me they profit to fuck with you 

Nobody can fuck with you, Obama said, "What it do?" 

[Bridge] 

Can I get one more? 

[Verse 4] 

Everybody want to talk about who this and who that 

Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black 

Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin' 

Motherfuck if they did, then a nigga'd be platinum 

Y'all priorities bullshit, put energy in wrong shit 

Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since 

Don't ask about no politician at award shows 

No, don't ask about my, uh, no, don't ask about my foes 

'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it 

I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button 

Had the Coast on standby 

"K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box" 

I box 'em all in, buyin' land stock