Kendrick Lamar - Look Out For Detox Lyrics

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Tire marks tire marks

Finish line with the tire marks

When the relay starts Im a runaway slave

Ugh walking on water and running on waves

God MC Oh my God you gotta see

Theres never no I's in me

Of an Odyssey Im a block away

Fire marshal's moving in

Marshmallows inside my pen

Sweet sixteens

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Im so appalled

With a prototype with a guy they protocol

You an amateur they wanna pro to call

I damage ya on camera in Compton in Canada

I dont care where ya are

Just blink twice and Im there where you are

Like a shadow in the dark you a paddle in the boat

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Water in the pot throw crack rock like Bam Bam nigga

Have two grams nigga pay up or blam blam nigga

Had a black Camry dip a set and kill a Cam nigga

I had been around niggas killas pimps

You aint been around shit but your momma and your bitch

Jumped off the porch when I was like six

Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6

Kick in the door

K9's was all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick

Mom in the bathroom poppa at work

Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church

Look at my shirt Polo on it

Its gon' sell if my logo on it

I fear no opponent

A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen

You looking at the 2010 Romans

Empire Hiiipower HP in ya face like HD

And I spit like a HK

Imma shot like a H3 H-U-B-C-I-T-Y A-B and Y-G

Problem and Hootie nigga

Tell the government come shoot me nigga

Cause Im going out with a fist raised

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade

With a democratic politician from CA

They dont wanna see a B-L-A-C-K

Making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ

Give us some free Js put us in PJs

Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way

God-Damn y'all cold

Mark of the beast wear your god damn bar-code

Stuck in the street where it's dark like Harpo

Black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go

Although Im in the land of milk and honey

Nobody never gave me shit when I got my first chain

All the niggas tried to take it from me

I had to fight back and shit

Get it back and shit

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Like he back that shit

Acting like you real or something

Nigga ain't popped no steel ain't popped no collar

Go pop some pills or something

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Im being myself my BFF is a BM-dub

With your BM in it and your stash box glove

And a medicine that the doctor gave a nigga won't help

Im at the limit where I be amazing myself

I bet I finish at a level with a Black belt

I bet I hit it where every rapper get killed like

Bla bla bla bla where the knife at?

Cut cut cut where your life at?

Your careers over hes slumped over

And if Im off beat know Im un-sober

That's a new flow

Pl- Plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo

New dough for the year and I sumo on a rap peer

Not a rapper Im a raptor

That's a T-Rex and a V-neck for the rapture

Im a factor and your facial

Imma fracture to a fraction

No one-half and I hate math

Pastors like Eddie long fucking maricone

Took me mighty long to get here

Nigga Fuck!

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