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             [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Gm
Said I'm a fuckin' monster
A massive attack I haunt ya
Gm
Mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors
Mastered that after that I went for thermometors
Gm
Popped 'em all, then popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
      F
Holla back they promised us
Gm
No pajamas insomnia
Will attack, I attack like piranha does
Gm                              F
Hit your block like a comet (BLAHH!)
And you all know what time it is
N.C.
2012, mark your calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strap
Rock with us Metallica, competition no talented
Gm
I'm in a jungle what's wild enough
Gm
Just might stumble upon a pack of lions
Gm
No lyin' my soldiers dyin' this is Iraq
Gm
Alliances lining with stars and bars of a prison rep
             Gm
My science applyin' pressure her stretcher is needed pay the proceeds
        Gm
Or your livin' debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
                 Gm
You niggas can't see me unless you watchin' the TV or ultra huggin' my silhouette
                         F
My flow got the ceiling wet
                Gm
I spit 'til I feel my breath
Who sinkin' my fuckin' chest
She fuckin' the fuckin' best
Mean my dick is the dick of death
                       Gm
Means I'm killin that pussy
Like Spike whenever that Jerry slept

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Gm
Yeah Dre
Gm
Me and Andre the Giant, 6'7 and climbin'
Gm
Whether you storm to your climate
Whether your beat makin' or rhyming
Gm
Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of diamonds like Jay fans
Gm                 F
On a island with Ray Bans
Gm                 F           Gm
Glasses palmin' asses that probably came wit a great tan (laughs)
           Gm
I be the motherfuckin' mecca of these hub city spectrum
          Gm
Where they at I will dissect them like a fucking frog rectum
          Gm
Why you wreckin' with irreputable my worst flow incredible
     Gm
They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
Gm        Am       Gm                F
Etcetera etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
Gm
They tellin' us about shit, HiiiPoWeR in your mouth, bitch
Gm
And Top Dawg can vouch bitch
Gm
Nigga what you 'bout, about face with army outfits
Gm
The generals here
               Gm
That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
      F              Gm                                             Gm
Penitence reachin' pinnacles of life and despair and me I solemnly swear to handle mine like a Taliban
and die for it
Gm
Only difference is I ain't never askin' Allah for it
Gm                                             F
Only difference is I be spazzin' and still a proud poet
Gm
Put me in a category
Gm
I don't know what's a sadder story
Gm
Guts and glory
Gm
Your pain bore me you ain't really lived it
   Gm
I take you to a block where they Crippin
               Gm
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger than the torso of Pippen
F                   Gm
Bitch I been doin' before you niggas ruined it
Gm
Show me somethin' different
               Gm
You either kissin' dick or givin' me distance
               F           Gm               F                Gm
You live in a district of dimebags and dummies I know your statistics
           Gm                     F
Who your boss, he more like my assistant
                Gm
Get lost have a egg and a biscuit
   F                                Gm
Break fast when we aimin' them biscuits
  F                               Gm
Pay cash when your chain come up missin'
Q...Q

[Verse 3: ScHoolBoy Q]
Gm
Double up, shit, what the fuck?
Gm
Get me some my promo poppin'
Setbacks droppin'
Soon they watchin'
Gm
I just lock and load explode
Target flowed I'm somewhere blowed
Gm
Marriotts and Swisher Sweets
LA nigga prolly east
Gm
Cheerin' for the ragin' beats
X O henny scrape the keif
Gm
Bangin C I'm bangin' B
Gm
Put them niggas next to me
Gm
Stop and focus get the lead
F
I'm here now let the hardest speak
Gm
Ya all them dudes got ovaries, period
                Gm
Run on sentence still I'm ventin'
F
Air conditionin' coolest breeze
Ill diseases
Gm
Grip my penis, shoot my semen
F
Still I'm comin', miles a runnin'
Gm
I was learnin' getting knowledge
F
Head is throbbin', she's a goblin
Gm
We be mobbin' over bitches
F
Stick and miss and she the business
Gm
Get a witness pussy frenchin
F
Yes, a mission
Poppin' off like a mission
F              Gm
Proposition, gettin' money
F              Gm
Drop a nigga, rush a nigga
F               Gm
Stomp a nigga, crush a nigga
F              Gm
Dust a nigga, copperhead gon' thrust a nigga
F              Gm
Heatin' up the winnnin nigga
F              Gm
Somethin' to remember nigga
F              Gm
Hella sick, I got a spit
F              Gm        F             Gm
Curse with a verse like God told me to kill the shit
Gm
Load the clip Heckler & Koch
Gm
The hoover king
Gm
Bada bing by the ding a ling
F
Natural hoover
       Gm
Fing ring with a vision clearin' it with Visine
F
Asian from Beijing
Gm
Money maker, cum she cream
                       F  Gm
Feed the weak that's Wing Stop
F                   Gm
At the start with rain drops
Gm
Autobot
Space shuttle shittin on your car lots
Boy style
Gm
Could at least got a saturn, huh?
Gm
HiiiPoWer see our patent, huh?
Gm
Workin' on tracks like we never been free
Gm
22 squezze niggas shootin' off C’s
Gm
Please thought a nigga shot 16’s
gm
Rhyme 16’s
Gm           F   Gm    Am         F
Bada bing, bing, bing, bing.... bing

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
N.C.
If you want to be from HiiiPoWeR
Please come to friend zone
But don't wowwy
You will not suck on my dick tonight
            

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