>I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity
>I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me
>I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride
>'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God
>I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone
>I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more
>I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness
>Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive
>Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
>And I can't take these feelings with me
>So hopefully they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
>Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back
>Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
>And I can't take these feelings with me
So hopefully they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
>Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap
IS HE THE GREATEST POET OF OUR TIME?
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literally who
No literary who.
>Hail the King
No, he's not. It's mediocre shit even by rap standards. Now fuck off back to /mu/.
>(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
>(Hol’ up lil' bitch, hol’ up lil' bitch) be humble
>(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
>(Sit down, hol' up, lil’ bitch)
>Be humble (bitch)
>(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down
>Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble
>(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
>(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
>(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down
>(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
>(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
>(Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch)
>(Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble)
>(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down
>(Hol' up, bitch) be humble
>(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
>(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Do not bring this culture to this board. Baitspam has ruined most imageboards.
kendrick on suicide watch
Chill bro. It's called a bridge. And it was off the only pop single released for the album.
>Aye, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with sum counterfeits
But now I'm countin this
Parmesan where my accountant lives in fact I'm down at this
Dusse with my boo bae, tastes like kool aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my paystub
Ooh that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down we playin tetris
A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m. funk
Piss out your per diem you jus gotta hate em, funk
If I quit your bm I still ride mercedes, funk
If I quit this season I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil baby in a spiral
Soprano c, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know... bitch be humble
Oh yes and Veeky Forums is perfect and devoid of senseless overplayed memes and trolls. Gtfo you dumb motherfucker.
>5 foot 5
PFFFFTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You consider this good poetry? Kendrick is a fucking hack. He did a song with Maroon 5 for goodness sake. I assume you're 17?
stop this viral marketing
>not young thug
>not even Trav or Ceno
They say how you so cold on fire?
Clipse - Hell Hath no Fury is still the GOAT hip-hop album.
>He got paid to do a song with a pop act
>He's trash!
Lmao dude everybody does shit to pay bills. Why do you think professors teach fucking writing lab 101
Get out of here with that shit
>My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
>Tall knives in my grill feel potent
>My jigsaw manipulates you open
>My skids rit rubbernecks agent orange
>I skid like I’m no use
>My headband expand like I choose juice
>I binge, all-black enhance my tragic
>Ends to a means I can’t establish
>Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
>Cumulus in both hands, can’t kill myself twice
>Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
>Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
>I’m too passcode, these gates won’t stay closed
>Control gets old, I smash out my skin
>My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
>I’m finally astral now, grab my stems
do you live under a rock?
People who actually think blacks make good rappers disgust me
SPIKESPIEKSPIEKSPIE
I CUM IN DA FUCK
GETGETGETGETGOTGOTGOTGOT
Dont it feel good to drive a bus
people need to get picked up
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible in escrow
Just say Ho! I'll test the yayo
Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco
The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
...In all quad flavors, Lord save us
Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
Think you know the name, don't rack your brain
On a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
Laughter, pain
Hackthoo'ing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
He's at it again
Mad at the pen
Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the villain in satin, congas
The van screeches
The old man preaches
About the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches
For the old tan Ellesse's
...Jesus
So this is the power....of...black art...Whoa..
No disrespect to the god of hellfire please.
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>"See, in the perfect world, I would be perfect, world"
Holy...I want more...
>IS HE THE GREATEST POET OF OUR TIME?
No, I am. And I am not trolling: this is serious.
bruh
Influence executed
Mass execution, rapid improvements
Toothless accent, drawl of a shaman
Putrid fanatic ride out like famine
Luminescent rattles, thunder in vials
Choose your battles or end in piles
Braided fumigation, destitution ramped
Desiccated satyr make a massacre dance
Psychotropic steel trap, rock a beat up Bears hat
Naw man, I don’t feel this and I shit on your guilt trip
Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of thorazine
Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor
Inhuman elitist decline your surrender
Sign of the freak thriving on a bender
Forbidden discipline, all lines disconnected
Vacated premises occupied by my death wish
Apparitions fire
We desire agony exposure
Ground flesh in heat
Human flesh wreath can’t go nowhere
Too iron to rant, I lift my hammer
Drives us red, bottomless pit rising
Out and through my hammer, like the dead
I see you fiending marvelous
Gag 'til I’m all drenched
Gagballs drooling pools
‘Cause this pit’s bottomless
>maximum sad cum pottery