Prototype

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar] They say that I'm the one And you, you are the prototype You might have the ears of sound But you already know who they like You niggas need hugs for real Somebody to hold you real tight You niggas need hugs for real Somebody tell 'em he's the prototype [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] I am the truth, no lie about it Bring my testimony when I walk in their booth Walking the thin line between love and hate, I defend mines Join them when it comes to their crunch time, I never fold I love pressure, that's why I apply so much on niggas thinking they better I am a clutch shooter, I am a sharp shooter And it's great enough to hear the butterfly moving Follow me moving through these ghetto streets and school I say fuck retarded sweep Walk into school the chief right there and talk at me In the midst of Piru and natty Blood beef Shall we hesitate or walk down [?] That 10-grade summer we had death right in front of us Then leave the house without kissing our mamas The new Jordans came out, but we didn't get them Cuz the color haunt them to get too much attention Damn it I liked it thoughs Pac was talking 'bout the concrete rose I never seen one till I looked in the mirror There go, hehe, that's the flow right there You should use it, that's what my conscience said then I hopefully abused it, huh I am the lyrics and the music, y'all rapping note for the beat I let the instrumentals listen to me I listen to heat, my ears can hear fire I [?] [?] the flame like barbed wire breaking up concrete And I ain't thinking 'bout no rap beef Niggas is getting killed throughout the week, that's every day Catch them bullets like an empire We tried to stay home but still ain't safe That's baseball tactics, retaliation back and forth like tennis rackets, we used to it Who can circle 'round the block the fasters If you can do it, think you know why it becomes a practice We worked it out like barely total Cuz shit happens [Hook 2] You niggas need hugs for real Somebody to hold you real tight You niggas need hugs for real Somebody tell 'em he's the prototype [Verse 2: Punch] I ain't even rap but let them young boys get ya Paint a perfect picture like I'm rhyming only scripture I'm nice, ice water veins, it's pure no filter Who you get your style from, the same real familiar like I heard it before But reincarnation is a blind man spirit So I ain't going for it, na uh I ain't having it, you getting to board it Like an unfair mother, my child you gon suffer To you acknowledge to whom gave you life to knowledge in Zion learning and taking deuce through college The prototype for the flows you like I'm surgical Ronald Mike, I cut you up something nice Get out the pocket, I'm sending them skyrockets right through your minds Optic popping out your eye sockets, uh Excites a riot every time I'm rhyming In accordance with the snare I got impeccable time, Junior [Hook]