Karaoké Euphoria Kendrick Lamar

Euphoria

Them super powers gettin' neutralized

I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'

You're movin' just like a degenerate

Every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated

I can even predict your angle

Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cos you heard Mister Morale

A pathetic master manipulator

I can smell the tales on you now

You're not a rap artist you a scam artist with the hopes of bein' accepted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify 'em

You make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line but spare you this time

That's random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

Shoo

Shoo

Shoo

Shoo

Shoo

Shoo

Bee bee bee bee bee bee

Yeah I'm out the way

Yeah I'm low okay

Yeah the island right here's remote okay

I ain't thinkin' about no reaper

Nigga I'm reapin' what I sow okay

Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe okay

Hellcat

Made his homeboys and them type sell they soul okay

Everybody wanna be demon 'till they get chipped by a throwaway

And I might do a show a day

Once a lame always a lame

Oh you thought the money the power or fame would make you go away

Have you ever played have-you-ever

Okay nigga let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face

Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case

Well I have and I failed at both but I came out straight

I hate when a rapper talk about guns then somebody die they turn into nuns

Then hop online like Pray for my city

He fakin' for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer

He wanna be junior

They must've forgot the shit that they done

Dementia must run in his family but let it get shaky

I'll park his son

The very first time

I shot me a Drac' the homie had told me to aim it this way

I didn't point down enough

Today I'll show you I learned from those mistakes

Somebody had told me that you got a ring

On God I'm ready to double the wage

I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business

You got shit twisted

What is it, the braids

I hurt your feelings

You don't wanna work with me no more okay

It's three GOATs left and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love 'em to death and in eight bars

I'll explain that phrase huh

It's nothin' nobody can tell me

Huh

I don't wanna talk on no celly

Huh

You know I got language barriers

Huh

It's no accent you can sell me

Huh

Yeah Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga

The crown is heavy huh

I pray they my real friends

If not I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell

For him I inherit the beef

Yeah fuck all that pushin' P

Let me see you push a T

You better off spinnin' again on him

You think about pushin' me

He's Terrence Thornton

I'm Terence Crawford

Yeah I'm whoopin' feet

We ain't gotta get personal

This a friendly fade

You should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain't been about critics

Not about gimmicks

Not about who the greatest

It's always been about love and hate

Now let me say

I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk

The way that you talk

I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way that you sneak diss

If I catch flight it's gon' be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck 'cos they confuse themself with real women

And notice I said We

It's not just me

I'm what the culture feelin'

How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'till we had enough

How many more black features 'till you finally feel that you're black enough

I like Drake with the melodies

I don't like Drake when he act tough

You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff

Let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'

Yeah my first one like my last one

It's a classic

You don't have one

Let your core audience stomach that then tell 'em where you get your abs from

V-Twelve, it's a fast one

Baow baow baow last one

Headshot for the year

You better walk around like Daft Punk

Remember

Ayy Top Dawg who the fuck they think they playin' with

Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit

Only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither

I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk

The way that you talk

I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word Nigga but that's just me I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy

It ain't even gotta be deep I guess

Still love when you see success

Everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance

Wavin' my hand and it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy but where is a man

'Cos I ain't seen him yet

Matter fact I ain't even bleed him yet

Can I bleed him

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red

I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women

It's real competition

You might pop ass with 'em

Let's speak on percentage

Show me your splits

I'll make sure I double back with ya

You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the Like That record

Ho what you ain't like that record

Back To Back

I like that record

Imma get back to that for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas

Y'all think all my life is rap

That's ho shit

I got a son to raise but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Wakin' him up

Know nothin' 'bout that

Then tell him to pray

Know nothin' 'bout that

Then givin' him tools to walk through life like day by day

Know nothin' 'bout that

Teachin' him morals, integrity

Discipline, listen man

You don't know nothin' 'bout that

Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin'

You don't know nothin' 'bout that

Ain't twenty-v-one

It's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah bring 'em out too

I'll clean 'em out too

Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or A.I.

Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen

Funny he was in a film called A.I. and my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

Imma blick niggas all in they coffin

Yeah OV-ho niggas is dick riders

Tell 'em run to America

They imitate heritage

They can't imitate this violence

What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast and I'm fine with it

I'll push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family crodie

It can get deep in the family crodie

Talk about me and my family crodie

Someone gon' bleed in your family crodie

I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy crodie

Tell me you're cheesin' fam

We can do this right now on the camera crodie

Ayy fuck y'all niggas

I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like Mmh

Field goal, punt y'all niggas

They punk y'all niggas

Nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him

Fuck you niggas and fuck the industry too

If you take it there

I'm takin' it further, psst

That's somethin' you don't wanna do

Ooh

We don't wanna hear you say Nigga no more

We don't wanna hear you say Nigga no more

Stop