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Kendrick Lamar - Rapper Pooh A Lude Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
Fair warning, people would've never had a problem
If the naysayers or the doubters would've got him
Slumped in the corner, for sure, I'm a goner
Shoot with no aim, so them niggas couldn't spot him
Now I gotta question if I really even want it
When this shit is like a trip through the city of Sodom
Gomorrah, the horror, stories are endless
Workshop, workin' all night, no apprentice
Funny when a nigga speak truth, he a menace
Ushered in the underground, lifelong sentence
There's where I dwell, ain't no need to cry for me
Rapper gonna eat and I eat well
It's been six years since I stepped out the shell
Talent on the rise to the top, I propel
Big Dho set sail, your boy gon' win
Bet niggas act crazy when they see us again
I'm really goin' in, I've been had nothin' to lose
So I choose to take y'all through a spin
A journey through the mind of a sane-ass artist
If you spittin' blah-blah shit, you a target
If you spittin' blah-blah shit, then just forfeit
What go around come around, now they all on my dick

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Kendrick Lamar, I'm 'bout to get my mopstick
Niggas bump they gums and they bitches be bumpin' my shit
I fry your optics, if you watchin' my style, watch it
Tyrannosaurus readin' thesaurus, hold rappers hostage
Catastrophic, it's 9/11 when I'm reppin'
Skip college to fly first class, learn a lesson
Straight brutal, Roman numeral number one
Eatin' Ramen noodles, rhymin' crucial under the sun
Kudos to the most high, which is me
I probably make 'em plan they suicide, so usually
I ain't never been with the shit startin', but y'all done started some shit
I'm 'bout to drink some Ex-Lax, then commence
To returnin' the favor, to all of my neighbors and comrades
Calm down, you more like Trina than Trinidad, let's box now
Throw your dukes up
Pussy probably holdin' Daisy Dukes and C-cups
I look inside this industry and I don't see much
I just see lunch, and your shit that's more bore like tourists
I'm laid back, my feet up, how cool is that?
The 2010 Kool G. Rap, whenever I rap
I got my arsenal strapped on my back, I'm ready for war
They tend to look for me when they fiend for Afeni Shakur
Conversing, not hibernating under the planet core
At thirteen, I canceled PG-13 and went for gore
That's what I pledge
It's profound that I'm underground touchin' mainstreams like river beds
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Yeah (Ab-Soul), they sayin' he a breath of fresh air (Like)
They can't smell all this weed that I brought in here
Black & Mild smoke still linger on my clothes
So unprofessional, I shouldn't be meetin' with millionaires
Pull up a chair, I'll school you to it
I was a student truant that never studied, just always knew it
You just new to it with no clue on how you should do it
Like youth in junior high school when puberty's bloomin'
And mind you, I never mined you, I ain't diggin' for gold
Honestly, I just wanna stick my dick in some hoes
Kick a flow, hit the dro with my bros
Tippy-toe in this rap game (Uh), make a lil' name (Uh)
With this lil' lane I've been pavin' since I was a teen
That I never really thought that I would attain
When Big Pooh dropped "Sleepers," I could barely get a feature
They ain't know this regular nigga'd be the future
I've viewed the roof from the floor, I've been here before
I'm finna blow a couple of times over like two tubas
And I'ma still want more with this appetite
'Til the critics stop givin' me mixed signals like traffic lights
You know, the lavish life, but for now, I'm the new Kunta (Yeah)
Slave to my rhyme book, a line of mine, your time's up
The bastard kissin' your bitch with the blackened soup coolers (Why?)
She'll testify, excuse Judas when I'm crucified