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Look Out For Detox

Kendrick Lamar

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Look Out For Detox

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Tyre marks, tyre marks, finish line with the tyre marksWhen the relay starts I'm a runaway slaveUgh, walking on water and running on wavesGod MC I'm a guide you guide and seeThere's never no Ozzy meIf I hide and see, I'm a block awayFire marshalls moving inMarshmellows inside my penSweet sixteens, got sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sinI'm so appalled, with a prototype with a guy now protocolYou an amateur, they wanna protocolI damage ya on camera in Compton, in CanadaI don't care where ya areJust spit twice and I'm there where you areLike a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat in an ocean of sharks bout to come up shortWhat in the park, throw crack rock, like bam bam nigga have two grams nigga pay your nook,Blam blam nigga, have the black cam, dipset killa Cam niggaKillers, been around shit but your momma and your bitchShoved out the kush when your mom was like sixUncle bobby got the house ready back in 06Kick in the dough, K was in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick.Mom in the bathroom poppa at workHappened on sunday we shoulda went to ChurchLook at my shirt, Polo on itIt's gon sell if my logo on itI fear no opponent, a demon come near and I might throw a spirit at the omenYou looking at the 2010 RomansEmpire, high Power HP, in ya face like HDAnd I spit like a HKI'm a shop like a H3 HUBCITYADNYGProblem ain't hoody niggaTell the government come shoot me, niggaCause I'm oging out with a fist raised and a fist full of money give it to a fifth gradeDrink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade with a democratic politician from CAThey don't wanna see a B-L-A-C-K making some scratch like a hall of fame DJGive us some free j's put us in PJ'sNow we in the county jail calling for a threeway, God-Damn, your callMarketing base where the god damn barcode stuck in the street was dark like HarpoBlack man tell me where your God-Damn heart goAlthough I'm in the land of milk and honeyNobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chainAll the niggas tried to take it from meI had to fight back and shitGet it back and shitAnd you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shitLike he back that shitActing like you real or somethingNigga ain't popped no steel, ain't popped noGo pop some pills or somethingYou trying real hard to appeal to summerI'm being myself, my BFF is a BMWWith your BM in it and your stash box glove and a medicine that the doctor gave a nigga won't helpI'm at the limit where I be amazing myselfI bet I finish at a level with a Black beltI bet it everywhere every rapper get killedBra, bra, bra, where da knife at, cut cut where ya life atYour careers over, he's slumped overEveryone beating on, I'm soberThat's a new flow, [?] gave me some Kush and some NuvoNew dough for the year and I sumo and I rap hereNot a rapper, I'm a raptor, that's a T-Rex and a V-neck for the raptureI'm a factor and your facialI'm a fracture to a fractionNo one half and I hate mathPastor's like Eddie long, fucking mariconeGet me mighty low and get hereNigga Fuck
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