diumenge, 7 d’octubre de 2018

Black man taking no losses



I got a bone to pick.
I don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again. 
I'm mad, but I ain't stressin'
True friends, one question:
Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta.
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta.
Black man taking no losses.
 
Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin', King Kunta.
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him.
When you got the yams.
[What's the yams?].

The yam is the power that be,
You can smell it when I'm walking down the street.
[Oh yes we can, oh yes we can].

I can dig rapping, but a rapper with a ghost writer?
What the fuck happened?
I swore I wouldn't tell,
But most of y'all share bars, 

like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell.

Something's in the water,
And if I got a brown nose for some gold
then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller.
Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta.
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta.
Black man taking no losses
Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin', King Kunta.

Everybody wanna cut the legs off him.


When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor,
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires.
24/7, 365 days times two.

I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage


Just to go back to the hood see my enemies and say:
Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta.
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta.
Black man taking no losses.
Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin', King Kunta.
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him.

I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves,
Everybody's suicidal they don't even need my help.
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail,
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left.
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton".
I should probably run for Mayor when I'm done, to be honest
And I put that on my Mama and my baby boo too.
Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo woo!
 

Ah yeah, fuck the judge
I made it past 25 and there I was,
A little nappy headed nigga with the world behind him.

Life ain't shit but a fat vagina,
Screamin' "Annie are you ok? Annie are you ok?"
Limo tinted with the gold plates.
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast.
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king.
Bitch where was you when I was...
[By the time you hear the next pop, the funk shall be within you]
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta.
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta.
Black man taking no losses.
 
Bitch where was you when I was walkin'
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
We want the funk. 
[Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it]
We want the funk.
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence.




Kendrick Lamar, King Kunta.