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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Kendrick Lamar - Black Friday Song Lyrics


Black Friday LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar

Produced By: Vinylz 

[Produced By Vinylz]

[Intro]
Dey holla like Rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo


[Verse]
The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel

Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches

And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous

And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em

What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real

You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y’all incapable
To be the God emcees,
 you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself

I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays

I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer

Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion

Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from 1990 - somethin’
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on

Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans

Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes

Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?

D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me

Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them

I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning

You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments

Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental

Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?

The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here

Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah

Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings

And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments

I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it

I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest
Whoa

Burnin’ my leather-
(Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)

[Kayla Duckworth: Laugh]
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