Kendrick Lamar - Bet Cypher 2011 Part 1 Lyrics

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Speed of my syllables rhymes better clock that

Stop that Bad Boy gave me the contract and I dot that

Now who the heck is this with his pants red as 666

All up in your girlfriend's TwitPics

That Eastside boy up out the 216

That's makin' these other rappers get Melo like the Knicks eh

Get you spitters huck to finished and when ya'll win the game and the cypher was a scrimmage

So everybody gossipin' tell a friend that I'm pitchin'

How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment Television lace up

Kendrick Lamar:

Pushin' a hoopty bumpin' the Fugees

My life is a scary movie your life is a male groupie

Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 Uzi's

Stuffed it in my mouth and cack cack cack killed the rappers that knew me

Compton's most wanted I live my life in a dungeon

Came out of a dragon I can probably touch the sun with

My bare hands what are your plans to win a Grammy sweet taste of victory like Oprah's punany

Don't judge me that's just some irony trust me I like to laugh and get lucky

My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini's company come with me

In the planet rock and I plan to rock in a plantation chasin' many legends that made it

Face it you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet stop

I'm 2012 on a 12-inch aimin' straight at your pelvis

Elvis would come back as a black if you was hot

You're just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot

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B.O.B:

Full-blooded pedigree prize fighter special breed

My flow they say it got special needs

I'm talking Ritalin maybe even Adderall

Four bars from me would probably kill your whole catalog

Sixteen would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off

Thirty-two would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off

Sixty-four would make your mama want sixty more

I eat haters check the crumbs on my kitchen floor

They say my music's pop I call it buyin' cribs for my mama shakin' hands with Obama

And if you don't believe me go online and check the pic

And if you check my flip cam you'll see your sister in a flick

I'm perfect from the field it's like I can't miss

I'm on a rant like Durant no pick no assist

Ya'll trippin' on TIP get off my man neck

I'm just saying Martha Stewart left prison in a jet

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