[Intro:]
Oh, shit! I need that. I need that sloppy. That sloppy. Like a Chevy in quicksand. Yeah! That sloppy.
[Verse 1:]
This feeling is unmatched,
This feeling is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap,
Black Pendleton, ball cap.
West, West, West...
We don't share the same synonym, fall back.
West, West, West...
Been in it before Internet had new acts,
Mimickin' radio's nemesis made me wack,
My innocence limited, the experience lacked,
Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked,
The mind of a literate writer, but I did it in fact,
You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic,
Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent sentences backwards,
Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your reaction.
Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest,
Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sinnin' in traffic,
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion,
Winnin' in every decision,
Kendrick is master that mastered it,
Isn't it lovely how menaces turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writin' blue magic.
Thank God for rap! I would say it got me a plaque,
But what's better than that?
The fact it brought me back home.
We been waitin' for you,
Waitin' for you,
Waitin' for you,
Waitin' for you!
[Verse 2:]
I know everything,
I know everything, know myself,
I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health,
I know fatality might haunt you,
I know everything, I know Compton,
I know street shit, I know shit that's conscious,
I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors,
I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma,
I know everything, I know history,
I know the universe works mentally,
I know the perks of bullshit isn't meant for me,
I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money,
I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's ornery,
I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies,
I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition,
The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision,
I know you know that line's for Compton School District,
Just give it to the kids, don't gossip about how it was distributed,
I know how people work,
I know the price of life, I'm knowin' how much it's worth,
I know what I know, and I know it well not to ever forget
Until I realized I didn't know shit
The day I came home.
We been waitin' for you,
Waitin' for you,
Waitin' for you,
Waitin' for you!
[Verse 3:]
I met a little boy that resembled my features,
Nappy afro, gap in his smile,
Hand-me-down sneakers, bounced through the crowd,
Run a number on man and woman that crossed him,
Sun beamin' on his beady beads exhausted,
Tossin' footballs with his ashy black ankles,
Breakin' new laws, mama passed on home trainin'.
He looked at me and said, "Kendrick you do know my language,
You just forgot because of what public schools had painted.
Oh, I forgot, 'Don't Kill My Vibe', that's right, you're famous,
I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken.
But never mind, you're here right now, don't you mistake it,
It's just a new trip, take a glimpse at your family's ancestor,
Make a new list of everything you thought was progress
And that was bullshit, I mean, your life is full of turmoil,
Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you,
I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' you,
If you resist, I'll back off quick, go catch a flight or two,
But if you pick destiny over rest in peace, then be an advocate,
Tell your homies especially to come back home."
This is a world premiere!
This is a world premiere!
This is a world premiere!
[Outro:]
I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
Tell me something got me losing my mind, ah!
You make me wanna jump!
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump!
Let's talk about love.
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump!
Let's talk about love.
I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
Tell me something think I'm losing my mind, ah!
I say where you at, from the front to the back
I'm lookin' for you, I react, only when you react.
Ah, I thought I found you back in the ghetto
When I was seventeen with the .38 Special.
Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real,
Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel,
Maybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need you anyway,
Don't lie to me, I'm suicidal anyway,
I can be your advocate,
I can speak for you if you tell me what the matter is.
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