Track 10

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Once again it's on I'm the youngest in charge, I am not playin' I fear no man else than God Scatter your features, give you a face collage Not one, but two, I face menage No hands involved, mommy would rather give a mouth massage General, you can call me the sargeant $7.45, five percent tip I know I'm the shit, please hold the applaud I spent summers writin' rhymes, winters freestylin' Daydreamin' Gilligan thoughts on an island I didn't develop, I was born with this talent Brain swell up, whenever you come to me you were the challenge I need a way to balance street shit from the rap shit Stay on my toes, feet grounded to the souls of the dead But still bulletholes surrounded the arc in my feet to the crown on my head Preach, listen how I pledge I've been gettin' this money since you dummies were peein' in bed To poppin' wheelies on handlebars and pegs To poppin' Big Willy at the bar with bread Pause, it's real talk, I know you gotta crawl before you walk Shit, I decided to jog I'm ten brains better than y'all Propane make emergency calls, whenever them boys speak I fold niggas up, make both of the ends meet You 'bout to fitness a lyrical fitness This is what it'd sound like if God spoke over beats I cash in my rap friends Peep the way I deliver, make you wanna tell your peeps I consider that they learn from me This is volcano hot, fuck a third degree Burn, You gotta be K-D-O-T [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Once again it's on, I am through with niggas Twin Glocks, it'll shoot niggas Put you next to a plant, under a root nigga Hands folded together up in a suit nigga This what we do nigga, run your mouth, we remote control mute niggas Matter of fact, I recruit niggas [Verse 3: Bill Thrill] Bill Thrill straight spook niggas Sixteens that'll ruin niggas You mad cause I'm gettin' figures I'm the bigger picture, you losin' dough and mine's gettin' thicker I got somethin' that'll sting yah I call it the pinch hitter Gather your mans so they can die with yah Bill and K-Dot, now y'all dealin' with the best (right) Side by side, yeah we somethin' like breasts Flow game killin', I spit bars of death Now they yellin' could it get any worse [?] definition of Hell on Earth Keep somethin' on the side, yeah you know that work One false move, it'll make your whole body jerk Think before you cross this turf You'll get turned into ashes, or even laid in the dirt