[00:02.32]**** hard like Rottweiler[00:04.12]Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo[00:10.29]The whole industry been in shambles[00:11.94]Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel[00:14.24]Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts[00:17.63]Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit[00:20.63]I like my raps extra prolific[00:21.97]Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches[00:24.92]And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training[00:27.63]While juggling g*******ging, my balancing was tremendous[00:30.31]And now we look at the competition as quick submission[00:32.86]They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em[00:35.32]What this about, is it money or skill?[00:37.41]Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real[00:39.99]You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable[00:43.22]I can see y’all incapable[00:45.24]To be the God emcees, you know me well[00:47.83]Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister[00:50.97]Run for cover, my lineage prove itself[00:53.13]I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles[00:55.43]Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips[00:57.87]We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence[01:00.23]Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays[01:03.27]It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays[01:05.16]I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays[01:07.72]It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking[01:10.82]Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer[01:13.27]Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock[01:15.61]And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion[01:18.27]Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah![01:20.97]This is what they want, I’m the one[01:23.32]This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin'[01:26.02]I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun[01:27.92]Play with him, b***h you better off voting for Donald Trump[01:30.37]I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president[01:33.36]He probably let me get some head inside the residence[01:35.62]I’m in the White House going all out[01:38.26]Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans[01:40.70]Nothing more influential than rap music[01:43.22]I merge jazz fusion with the trap music[01:45.76]I mix black soul with some rock and roll[01:48.41]They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes[01:50.81]Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare[01:53.91]My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia[01:55.82]A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career[01:57.93]Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my nigga, I might demolish[02:01.07]A nigga right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?[02:03.42]D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California[02:05.87]It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him[02:08.52]And niggas wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him[02:10.90]Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me[02:13.00]Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign[02:15.74]Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them[02:18.40]Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them[02:20.91]To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them[02:23.46]I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’[02:26.05]My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman[02:28.41]Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning[02:30.76]You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important[02:33.56]Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous[02:35.91]So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments[02:38.51]Jimi Kendrix performing, this ****ing studio haunted (Ah!)[02:42.86]I tell a nigga don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)[02:44.51]I kill this whole ****ing beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)[02:46.71]Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental[02:48.81]Every time I start writing I get sentimental[02:51.29]This shit is just not fair[02:54.19]But why the **** should I care?[02:56.60]The story of your life here[02:58.95]Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here[03:01.41]Oh Lord, gotta be the yams[03:03.66]Billboard list need 2Pac, damn[03:05.95]But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah[03:08.64]Hoochie, coochie, p***ies in a trance[03:11.19]Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me[03:15.01]Is not validation, b***h this TDE[03:17.00]And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings[03:19.91]And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations[03:22.16]Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces[03:27.00]Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments[03:29.80]I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated[03:31.35]I kill this whole ****ing beat if J. Cole say it[03:34.65]My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it[03:37.25]I gotta lay it, gotta show you niggas I’m not to play with[03:39.68]The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the ****ing greatest[03:42.18]Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I'm just ****ing wit cha)