Misunderstood

[Intro] Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] As soon as the beat drop Within two bars, you already said I'm hot They savor, my fruits of labor My flow is sweeter than strawberries, oranges, and apricots God-dammit I raised the standards of the status-quo To go against me you gotta be more than professional You got to go extra hard like an erection with no protection And I be fucking all these bars We be sexing I'm a nympho For the instrumentals, all right, I admit it Matter of fact I got a hot date tonight, real rap Take this and take that from the machine Got this money up, with no caffeine Prepare me is Kerosene struck by a bunch of lightening You looking at me then your sight seeing And what that means is that this human being is fly, don't try to duplicate I'm authentic, I see you scoping my style like forensics, that is foul Tech! Leave 'em by the benches [Hook] I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] I see the future better than your computers Apple software got the next 10 years scared I'm Fred Krueger Rugers on my hip, terminate all intruders Leave them dead inside the sewers Shoulda' coulda' knew I was a murderer Burning up the very sun, the rapture The god is back, they said he'd come, but I came faster I'm not an actor, if you play Denzel, you'll be thrown through a windshield The nine merely is handheld, the AK is hands on Now the battlefield I can land on one thousand mines and don't blow up because I'm the bomb Inside your CD deck, duck for cover, guard your neck, I demand respect If I never see a check, at least I got these rap niggas in check Preach Tabernacle fetch the holy bible if I'm lying King of my jungle, swear to remain humble, keep my vision tunnel Because I don't need to get sidetracked, my producer name is Soundwave and he gives me beats by the batch [Hook] I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood [Verse 3: Jay Rock] My flow cold, like Aspen I love to show off when I'm in that Aston Look I act a ass, but I'm not jack A east side nigga I can get you popped at A hundred rounds nigga stop that You can't make that ass sit or flip-flop back I'm too gutta nigga top that This is lyrical homicide, not rap So don't get it misunderstood Say my name on your bars, shit I'm in your hood With 45 goons 45 shugs Chase your ass upstairs throw you of your roof I see you big dogs, all I hear is woof Loud talk, no bite, you niggas is puss I'm off that bubble kush, thinking about life Or how to make a mill and spend it all in one night I just might... [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] ...Snatch your bitch if she got a great appetite For the top dog catalog, that means everybody Several bodies on the shoty don't make it eight rappers Damn I hate rappers, don't call me that If you called it how you seen it you would call me real rap I don't fabricate shit, all I do is keep it real Eat, sleep, and take shits wipe me down if you will Hold up, big truck, lurkin' with the monster grill Four fifteens I got beat like Emmett Till Put me in my g-mode schooling every hot-head Tell them about the g-code, like eskimos My arms froze, popsicle Observing the game, I'm so official