The Heart Pt. 2

[Produced by The Roots] [Intro: Dash Snow] "I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? Alright, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. That's what I believe in not believing it." "So what keeps you alive?" "Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds. And, uh, I don’t - what keeps me alive, shit. Music, I have to listen to music all day long. I'd say that keeps me going. I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve though about ending it a million times. And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing." [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Thank you Sitting in the studio thinking about what mood would go Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever It still'll come up clever I just need to free to my thoughts, and Lord knows that I know better But I ain't perfect, and I ain't seen too many churches Or know them testament verses You should either hear me now or go deaf Or end up dead, die trying and know death Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga) I mean that from the bottom of my heart You see my art, is all I have And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car Let bygones be bygones but where I'm from We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga Inside the system, all you envision is trap niggas My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight He told me to rap about life, not rap niggas That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissin' My stomach start turning, my nerves get the twitching I start evaluating, then my final intuition Is that you wishing a come up, would just come up We used to beefing over a turf, fuck beefing over a verse Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre And this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph Wrap saran our defiance, ban our alliance Put burners in the hands, of the black man One hood with 20 four-four's like a cloned Kobe Bryant You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am You probably even listen to Faith, and think I know Zion But really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth Because it seem like it's always clashing with science I got a big fear of flying My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain't lying I swear to God half of ya'll just don't know Kendrick The school of hardknocks, we was the first ones in attendence You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness You just mind your bidness You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis It's kind of scary ain't it? You can't act like no bitch that only got Tyler Perry famous Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless Because your pops wasn't anxious To see you and you hate it So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation So if you see him on 'em bleachers then you kill him Facing 25 to life with a murder charge Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to God I pray these bars get farther than Compton And if our record never break, I still won’t break my promise I promise to keep it honest Secret society all we ask is trust And all we lack is communication like service sucks The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come And I'm like The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, alright? Gotta keep it pushing Can't let the government tell me how my future looking I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins' If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin' Never will I surrender I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter How splendid, I guess my project I did it Got all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different They said seven tracks, I said fifteen Called it an EP, they said I’m trippin' But little did they know, I’m tryna' change the rules That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions Uppity bitches, handling business Killing our dreams, stealing our vision Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home In L.A everybody think they fucking on Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone I swear to God most y'all cats just don’t know Kendrick You barely know yourself, so I guess most o' y'all should be offended Ain’t doing this for my health I’m tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes Occupying my time with riches, justifying my time and ambitions Just to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living Look the mastermind, took the masters mind Just the perfect time, just to master mine Just to match the grind with precision Look the mastermind, took - (cough) [Outro: Alori Joh] We would like to call this an appreciation tape for those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP. For this is the Kendrick Lamar OD. Because of you we are Overly Dedicated