[{"id":3066688,"name":"The Heart, Pt. 3","trackName":"The Heart, Pt. 3","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Compton State of Mind, Vol. 2","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One two, one two, one two\nOne two, one two, one two\nOne two\nTurn the headphones up Ali\nOne two\nYou mix with Dre, right?\nTurn the headphones up\n\nWhen the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated\nThat's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated\nFind the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it\nBut I could never rewrite history in a coffin\nSo I'm talking to God, \"Can you wash all these demons off me?\"\nThis last year I've been quite similar to Aaliyah\nControl my own destiny, only rapper that steered\nA G5, g's give high-fives to me and say, \"Kendrick, just persevere.\"\nThe presents of being rare\nAs I lay in this four corner room staring at candles\nThinking, \"How can I make an example, for this generation of Compton?\"\nMy biggest fear is not feeling accomplished\nOr turning back to that same accomplice\nMy past life was a child with no act right\nTrying to smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site\nInfluenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent\nAssuring that some blossom early and some truant\nThank God for the album I idolized\nIt's dark and plus hell is hot, that's the start of this crazy ride\nTwo young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage\nAnd thought we was Jay and Dame\nThats the lane that we tried to drive\nTruthfully, I just started rappin' to get away\nI never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse\nMy nigga got hit 25 times with a K\nMake the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse\nNow Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach\nJay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote\nHis name on his record deal, we had figured the coast\nWould live on a pedestal, once the shit hit the store\nFind ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out\nSoul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought\nQ ain't got a place to stay, and 'bout to sleep on the couch\nWe eating off each other tray, the dollar menu amount\nMeanwhile the coast going hard at each other\nThe younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort\nBut I ain't need it\nI never screamed out the 'New West', I didn't believe it\nThey brought each other down, I was planning out my achievements\nI need to separate myself to stand out\nI need a better way to take your fans now\nI need to kill you motherfuckers dead\nThree hollow tips aimed at your head\nI'll be damned if the chopper jam now\nAnd we never asked for no hand out\nIn the midst of it all I recall a called when you said how\nWe could never resolve in The Hall of Fame\nAnd I'm with the trial with a Bible and a rifle\nI play the game as I plan blow\nHollaback at me, nigga\nAnd if they said I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga?\nCause When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated\nThat's enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David\nAnd pray to God hat make it or live your life in the matrix\nCause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it's quite contagious\nI need to separate myself to stand out\nI need a better way to take your fans now\nI need to kill you motherfuckers dead\nThree hollow tips aimed at your head\n\nI'll be damned if the chopper jam now\nAnd we never asked for no hand out\nI'll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now\nIn the midst of it all was cooking with pots and pans out\nLooking forward as four of us are forced to form a new clan now\nFast forward as I wait in line for this passport\nThe homies was still poor, was working at Jansport\n\nWhoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre?\nEven Vanessa from XXL had told him to press play\nAnd there goes my fate, now I'm on stage with Snoop\nGave me the torch and I ran with it in high pursuit\nRapped with my forefathers, even record with Gaga too\nLyricist of the year, fuck am I supposed to do? Rock\n\nLaughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes\nExaggerated shit that we had rapped had came true\nThought I was aggravated, when Warner had let me loose\nI was honest, see they was haunted when Mike Jones didn't recoup\n\nCool, cause niggas won't outdo us in the booth\nEven when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof\nI came, I saw, I conquered\nNo shame, I blame all of this on Compton\nThinking about when Sherane tried to set me up\nCold game, full circle, they set up her\nI put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs\nThe fight to ignite any wrong or right that I prolong\nThe story was short film, the glory of him and them\nThe worry of mother who don't recover when baby killed\nThe trial and tribulations, the newer Miseducation\nThe view of body wasting, you knew somebody who didn't make it\nThe angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question\nWill you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd?\nWill you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Heart, Pt. 3\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Compton State of Mind, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One two, one two, one two\n  One two, one two, one two\n  One two\n  Turn the headphones up Ali\n  One two\n  You mix with Dre, right?\n  Turn the headphones up\n\n  When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated\n  That's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated\n  Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it\n  But I could never rewrite history in a coffin\n  So I'm talking to God, \"Can you wash all these demons off me?\"\n  This last year I've been quite similar to Aaliyah\n  Control my own destiny, only rapper that steered\n  A G5, g's give high-fives to me and say, \"Kendrick, just persevere.\"\n  The presents of being rare\n  As I lay in this four corner room staring at candles\n  Thinking, \"How can I make an example, for this generation of Compton?\"\n  My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished\n  Or turning back to that same accomplice\n  My past life was a child with no act right\n  Trying to smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site\n  Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent\n  Assuring that some blossom early and some truant\n  Thank God for the album I idolized\n  It's dark and plus hell is hot, that's the start of this crazy ride\n  Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage\n  And thought we was Jay and Dame\n  Thats the lane that we tried to drive\n  Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away\n  I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse\n  My nigga got hit 25 times with a K\n  Make the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse\n  Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach\n  Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote\n  His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast\n  Would live on a pedestal, once the shit hit the store\n  Find ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out\n  Soul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought\n  Q ain't got a place to stay, and 'bout to sleep on the couch\n  We eating off each other tray, the dollar menu amount\n  Meanwhile the coast going hard at each other\n  The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort\n  But I ain't need it\n  I never screamed out the 'New West', I didn't believe it\n  They brought each other down, I was planning out my achievements\n  I need to separate myself to stand out\n  I need a better way to take your fans now\n  I need to kill you motherfuckers dead\n  Three hollow tips aimed at your head\n  I'll be damned if the chopper jam now\n  And we never asked for no hand out\n  In the midst of it all I recall a called when you said how\n  We could never resolve in The Hall of Fame\n  And I'm with the trial with a Bible and a rifle\n  I play the game as I plan blow\n  Hollaback at me, nigga\n  And if they said I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga?\n  Cause When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated\n  That's enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David\n  And pray to God hat make it or live your life in the matrix\n  Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it's quite contagious\n  I need to separate myself to stand out\n  I need a better way to take your fans now\n  I need to kill you motherfuckers dead\n  Three hollow tips aimed at your head\n\n  I'll be damned if the chopper jam now\n  And we never asked for no hand out\n  I'll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now\n  In the midst of it all was cooking with pots and pans out\n  Looking forward as four of us are forced to form a new clan now\n  Fast forward as I wait in line for this passport\n  The homies was still poor, was working at Jansport\n\n  Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre?\n  Even Vanessa from XXL had told him to press play\n  And there goes my fate, now I'm on stage with Snoop\n  Gave me the torch and I ran with it in high pursuit\n  Rapped with my forefathers, even record with Gaga too\n  Lyricist of the year, fuck am I supposed to do? Rock\n\n  Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes\n  Exaggerated shit that we had rapped had came true\n  Thought I was aggravated, when Warner had let me loose\n  I was honest, see they was haunted when Mike Jones didn't recoup\n\n  Cool, cause niggas won't outdo us in the booth\n  Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof\n  I came, I saw, I conquered\n  No shame, I blame all of this on Compton\n  Thinking about when Sherane tried to set me up\n  Cold game, full circle, they set up her\n  I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs\n  The fight to ignite any wrong or right that I prolong\n  The story was short film, the glory of him and them\n  The worry of mother who don't recover when baby killed\n  The trial and tribulations, the newer Miseducation\n  The view of body wasting, you knew somebody who didn't make it\n  The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question\n  Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd?\n  Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd?\n"},{"id":37346593,"name":"02 - The Heart Pt 3","trackName":"02 - The Heart Pt 3","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Compton State Of Mind 2 (2013)","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two, one two, ch-ch-ch-ch\nMm\nNah, one, two, one, two, one two\nOne, two\nTurn the headphones up, Ali\nOne, two\nYou mix with Dre, right?\nTurn the headphones up\n\nWhen the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated\nThat's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated\nFind the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it\nBut I could never rewrite history in a coffin\nSo I'm talking to God, \"Can you wash all these demons off me?\"\n\nThis last year been quite similar to Aaliyah\nControlled my own destiny, only rapper that steered a G5\nG's give high-fives to me and say, \"Kendrick, just persevere\"\nThe presence of being real\nAs I lay in this four-corner room, staring at candles\nThinking, \"How can I make an example for this generation of Compton?\"\nMy biggest fear is not feeling accomplished or turning back to that same accomplice\n\nMy past life was a child with no act-right tryna smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site\nInfluenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent\nAssuring that some blossom early and some truant\nThank God for the album I idolized\n\"It's Dark and Plus Hell is Hot\", that's the start of this crazy ride\nTwo young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage\nThat thought we was Jay and Dame, that's the lane that we tried to drive\n\nTruthfully, I just started rappin' to get away\nI never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse\nMy nigga got hit 25 times with a K\nMake the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse\nNow Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach\nJay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote\nHis name on his record deal, we had figured the coast\nWould live on a pedestal once the shit hit the store\n\nFound ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out\nSoul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought\nQ ain't got a place to stay and 'bout to sleep on the couch\nWe eating off each other tray, the dollar-menu amount\n\nMeanwhile, the coast going hard at each other\nThe younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort, but I ain't need it\nI never screamed out \"The New West\", I didn't believe it\nThey brung each other down, I was planning out my achievements, huh\n\nI need to separate myself to stand out, huh\nI need a better way to take your fans now, huh\nI need to kill you motherfuckers dead\nThree hollow-tips aimed at your head\nI'll be damned if the chopper jam now\n\nAnd we never asked for no handout\nIn the midst of it all, I recall a call when you said how\nWe could never resolve in the Hall of Fame, and I went to trial\nWith a Bible and rifle, I play the game as I \"blam-blaow!\"\nHoller back at me, nigga\nAnd if they said that I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga?\n\n'Cause when the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated\nEnough pressure to make you just open the Book of David\nAnd pray to God that you make it or live your life in The Matrix\n'Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it's quite contagious\n\nI need to separate myself to stand out, huh\nI need a better way to take your fans now, huh\nI need to kill you motherfuckers dead\nThree hollow-tips aimed at your head\n\nI'll be damned if the chopper jam now\nAnd we never ask for no handouts\nI'll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now (Soul)\nIn the midst of it all, was cooking, them pots and pans out\nLooking forward as four was forced to form a new clan now\nFast-forward as I wait in line for this passport\nThe homies was still poor, with work in a Jansport (ugh)\n\nWhoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre?\nEven Vanessa from XXL had told him press play\nAnd there goes my fate, now, I'm on stage with Snoop\nGave me the torch and I ran with it in hot pursuit\nRapped with my forefathers, even wreck it with Gaga, too\nLyricist of the year, fuck am I 'posed to do? Rock!\n\nLaughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes\nExaggerated shit that we rapped had came true\nThought I was aggravated when Warner had let me loose\nI was honored, see, they was haunted when Mike Jones didn't recoup\n\nCool, 'cause niggas won't outdo us in the booth\nEven when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof\nI came, I saw, I conquered\nNo shame, I blame all of this on Compton\nThinking 'bout when Sherane tried to set me up\nCold game, full circle, they set up her\n\nI put my life in these 12 songs, my fight in these 12 songs\nThe fight to ignite any wrong and right that I prolong\nThe story, the short film, the glory of Him and them\nThe worry of mothers that don't recover when babies killed\nThe trial and the tribulations, the newer Miseducation\nThe view of a body wasted, you knew somebody ain't make it\nThe angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question\nWill you let hip-hop die on October 22nd?\n\nWill you let hip-hop die on October 22nd?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 02 - The Heart Pt 3\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Compton State Of Mind 2 (2013)\n  duration_ms: 276637\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two, one two, ch-ch-ch-ch\n  Mm\n  Nah, one, two, one, two, one two\n  One, two\n  Turn the headphones up, Ali\n  One, two\n  You mix with Dre, right?\n  Turn the headphones up\n\n  When the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated\n  That's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated\n  Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it\n  But I could never rewrite history in a coffin\n  So I'm talking to God, \"Can you wash all these demons off me?\"\n\n  This last year been quite similar to Aaliyah\n  Controlled my own destiny, only rapper that steered a G5\n  G's give high-fives to me and say, \"Kendrick, just persevere\"\n  The presence of being real\n  As I lay in this four-corner room, staring at candles\n  Thinking, \"How can I make an example for this generation of Compton?\"\n  My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished or turning back to that same accomplice\n\n  My past life was a child with no act-right tryna smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site\n  Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent\n  Assuring that some blossom early and some truant\n  Thank God for the album I idolized\n  \"It's Dark and Plus Hell is Hot\", that's the start of this crazy ride\n  Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage\n  That thought we was Jay and Dame, that's the lane that we tried to drive\n\n  Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away\n  I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse\n  My nigga got hit 25 times with a K\n  Make the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse\n  Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach\n  Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote\n  His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast\n  Would live on a pedestal once the shit hit the store\n\n  Found ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out\n  Soul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought\n  Q ain't got a place to stay and 'bout to sleep on the couch\n  We eating off each other tray, the dollar-menu amount\n\n  Meanwhile, the coast going hard at each other\n  The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort, but I ain't need it\n  I never screamed out \"The New West\", I didn't believe it\n  They brung each other down, I was planning out my achievements, huh\n\n  I need to separate myself to stand out, huh\n  I need a better way to take your fans now, huh\n  I need to kill you motherfuckers dead\n  Three hollow-tips aimed at your head\n  I'll be damned if the chopper jam now\n\n  And we never asked for no handout\n  In the midst of it all, I recall a call when you said how\n  We could never resolve in the Hall of Fame, and I went to trial\n  With a Bible and rifle, I play the game as I \"blam-blaow!\"\n  Holler back at me, nigga\n  And if they said that I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga?\n\n  'Cause when the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated\n  Enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David\n  And pray to God that you make it or live your life in The Matrix\n  'Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it's quite contagious\n\n  I need to separate myself to stand out, huh\n  I need a better way to take your fans now, huh\n  I need to kill you motherfuckers dead\n  Three hollow-tips aimed at your head\n\n  I'll be damned if the chopper jam now\n  And we never ask for no handouts\n  I'll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now (Soul)\n  In the midst of it all, was cooking, them pots and pans out\n  Looking forward as four was forced to form a new clan now\n  Fast-forward as I wait in line for this passport\n  The homies was still poor, with work in a Jansport (ugh)\n\n  Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre?\n  Even Vanessa from XXL had told him press play\n  And there goes my fate, now, I'm on stage with Snoop\n  Gave me the torch and I ran with it in hot pursuit\n  Rapped with my forefathers, even wreck it with Gaga, too\n  Lyricist of the year, fuck am I 'posed to do? Rock!\n\n  Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes\n  Exaggerated shit that we rapped had came true\n  Thought I was aggravated when Warner had let me loose\n  I was honored, see, they was haunted when Mike Jones didn't recoup\n\n  Cool, 'cause niggas won't outdo us in the booth\n  Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof\n  I came, I saw, I conquered\n  No shame, I blame all of this on Compton\n  Thinking 'bout when Sherane tried to set me up\n  Cold game, full circle, they set up her\n\n  I put my life in these 12 songs, my fight in these 12 songs\n  The fight to ignite any wrong and right that I prolong\n  The story, the short film, the glory of Him and them\n  The worry of mothers that don't recover when babies killed\n  The trial and the tribulations, the newer Miseducation\n  The view of a body wasted, you knew somebody ain't make it\n  The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question\n  Will you let hip-hop die on October 22nd?\n\n  Will you let hip-hop die on October 22nd?\n"},{"id":30981338,"name":"The Heart Pt 2 ft. Dash Snow","trackName":"The Heart Pt 2 ft. Dash Snow","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Overly Dedicated","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? All right, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. That's what I believe in not believing in.\"\n\"So what keeps you alive?\"\n\"Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds. And, uh, I don’t - what keeps me alive, shit. Music, I have to listen to music all day long. I'd say that keeps me going. I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve thought about ending it a million times. And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing.\"\nThank you\n\nSitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go\nRight now, freestyle or write down, whatever\nIt still'll come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts\nAnd Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect\nI ain't seen too many churches or know them testament verses\nYou should either hear me now or go deaf\nOr end up dead, die trying and know death\nMight end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\nFuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect, nigga\nI mean that from the bottom of my heart\nYou see my art is all I have\nAnd victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\nStill knock them out the park like a fucking tow car\nLet bygones be bygones, but where I'm from\nWe buy guns and more guns to give to the young\nI'm living the life of a nigga trapped, nigga\nInside the system all you envision is trap niggas\nMy uncle doing life inside prison; he wasn't wrapped too tight\nHe told me \"Rap about life, not rap niggas\"\nThat's why I'm shaking my head when you rap-dissin'\nMy stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching\nI start evaluatin' that my final intuition\nIs that you wishin' to come up or just come up\nWe used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse\nNiggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre\nAnd this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph\nWrap-Saran our defiance, ban our alliance\nPut burners in the hands of the black man\nOne hood with 20 four-fours like a cloned Kobe Bryant\nYou probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am\nYou probably even listened to \"Faith,\" and think I know Zion\nBut really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth\nBecause it seem like it's always clashing with science\nI got a big fear of flying\nMy future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice\nI ain't lying\nI swear to God, half of y'all just don't know Kendrick\nThe school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance\nYou walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness\nYou just mind your business\nYou just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis\nIt's kind of scary, ain't it?\nYou can't act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous\nJust let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless?\n'Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see you and you hate it\nSo much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation\nSo if you see him on 'em bleachers then you kill him\nFacing 25 to life with a murder charge\nYour enemies was the prey and now you pray to God\nI pray these bars get farther than Compton\nAnd if our record never break, I still won’t break my promise\nI promise to keep it honest\nSecret society, all we ask is trust\nAnd all we lack is communication like service sucks\nThe people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come\nAnd I'm like, \"The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, all right?\"\nGotta keep it pushing\nCan't let the government tell me how my future looking\nI'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins'\nIf the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin'\nNever will I surrender\nI been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta\nIn the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter\nHow splendid, I guess my project had did it\nGot all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different\nThey said seven tracks, I said 15\nCalled it an EP, they said I’m trippin'\nBut little did they know, I’m tryna' change the rules\nThat we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions\nUppity bitches handling business\nKilling our dreams, stealing our vision\nOut in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\nIn LA everybody think they fucking on\nHop on Twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\nWho we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\nI swear to God most of y'all cats just don’t know Kendrick\nYou barely know yourself, so I guess most of y'all should be offended\nAin’t doing this for my health, I’m tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes\nOccupying my time with riches, justifying my time ambitions\nJust to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living\nLook, the mastermind took the master's mind\nJust the perfect time, just to master mine\nJust to match the grind with precision\nLook, the mastermind took - (cough)\n\nWe would like to call this an appreciation tape for those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP. For this is the Kendrick Lamar OD. Because of you we are Overly Dedicated","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Heart Pt 2 ft. Dash Snow\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Overly Dedicated\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? All right, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. That's what I believe in not believing in.\"\n  \"So what keeps you alive?\"\n  \"Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds. And, uh, I don’t - what keeps me alive, shit. Music, I have to listen to music all day long. I'd say that keeps me going. I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve thought about ending it a million times. And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing.\"\n  Thank you\n\n  Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go\n  Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever\n  It still'll come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts\n  And Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect\n  I ain't seen too many churches or know them testament verses\n  You should either hear me now or go deaf\n  Or end up dead, die trying and know death\n  Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\n  Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect, nigga\n  I mean that from the bottom of my heart\n  You see my art is all I have\n  And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\n  Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car\n  Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from\n  We buy guns and more guns to give to the young\n  I'm living the life of a nigga trapped, nigga\n  Inside the system all you envision is trap niggas\n  My uncle doing life inside prison; he wasn't wrapped too tight\n  He told me \"Rap about life, not rap niggas\"\n  That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap-dissin'\n  My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching\n  I start evaluatin' that my final intuition\n  Is that you wishin' to come up or just come up\n  We used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse\n  Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre\n  And this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph\n  Wrap-Saran our defiance, ban our alliance\n  Put burners in the hands of the black man\n  One hood with 20 four-fours like a cloned Kobe Bryant\n  You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am\n  You probably even listened to \"Faith,\" and think I know Zion\n  But really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth\n  Because it seem like it's always clashing with science\n  I got a big fear of flying\n  My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice\n  I ain't lying\n  I swear to God, half of y'all just don't know Kendrick\n  The school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance\n  You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness\n  You just mind your business\n  You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis\n  It's kind of scary, ain't it?\n  You can't act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous\n  Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless?\n  'Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see you and you hate it\n  So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation\n  So if you see him on 'em bleachers then you kill him\n  Facing 25 to life with a murder charge\n  Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to God\n  I pray these bars get farther than Compton\n  And if our record never break, I still won’t break my promise\n  I promise to keep it honest\n  Secret society, all we ask is trust\n  And all we lack is communication like service sucks\n  The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come\n  And I'm like, \"The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, all right?\"\n  Gotta keep it pushing\n  Can't let the government tell me how my future looking\n  I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins'\n  If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin'\n  Never will I surrender\n  I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta\n  In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter\n  How splendid, I guess my project had did it\n  Got all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different\n  They said seven tracks, I said 15\n  Called it an EP, they said I’m trippin'\n  But little did they know, I’m tryna' change the rules\n  That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions\n  Uppity bitches handling business\n  Killing our dreams, stealing our vision\n  Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\n  In LA everybody think they fucking on\n  Hop on Twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\n  Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\n  I swear to God most of y'all cats just don’t know Kendrick\n  You barely know yourself, so I guess most of y'all should be offended\n  Ain’t doing this for my health, I’m tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes\n  Occupying my time with riches, justifying my time ambitions\n  Just to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living\n  Look, the mastermind took the master's mind\n  Just the perfect time, just to master mine\n  Just to match the grind with precision\n  Look, the mastermind took - (cough)\n\n  We would like to call this an appreciation tape for those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP. For this is the Kendrick Lamar OD. Because of you we are Overly Dedicated\n"},{"id":31713574,"name":"The Heart Pt.2 ft Dash Snow","trackName":"The Heart Pt.2 ft Dash Snow","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"O(verly) D(edicated)","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? All right, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. That's what I believe in not believing in.\"\n\"So what keeps you alive?\"\n\"Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds. And, uh, I don’t - what keeps me alive, shit. Music, I have to listen to music all day long. I'd say that keeps me going. I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve thought about ending it a million times. And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing.\"\nThank you\n\nSitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go\nRight now, freestyle or write down, whatever\nIt still'll come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts\nAnd Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect\nI ain't seen too many churches or know them testament verses\nYou should either hear me now or go deaf\nOr end up dead, die trying and know death\nMight end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\nFuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect, nigga\nI mean that from the bottom of my heart\nYou see my art is all I have\nAnd victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\nStill knock them out the park like a fucking tow car\nLet bygones be bygones, but where I'm from\nWe buy guns and more guns to give to the young\nI'm living the life of a nigga trapped, nigga\nInside the system all you envision is trap niggas\nMy uncle doing life inside prison; he wasn't wrapped too tight\nHe told me \"Rap about life, not rap niggas\"\nThat's why I'm shaking my head when you rap-dissin'\nMy stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching\nI start evaluatin' that my final intuition\nIs that you wishin' to come up or just come up\nWe used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse\nNiggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre\nAnd this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph\nWrap-Saran our defiance, ban our alliance\nPut burners in the hands of the black man\nOne hood with 20 four-fours like a cloned Kobe Bryant\nYou probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am\nYou probably even listened to \"Faith,\" and think I know Zion\nBut really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth\nBecause it seem like it's always clashing with science\nI got a big fear of flying\nMy future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice\nI ain't lying\nI swear to God, half of y'all just don't know Kendrick\nThe school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance\nYou walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness\nYou just mind your business\nYou just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis\nIt's kind of scary, ain't it?\nYou can't act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous\nJust let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless?\n'Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see you and you hate it\nSo much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation\nSo if you see him on 'em bleachers then you kill him\nFacing 25 to life with a murder charge\nYour enemies was the prey and now you pray to God\nI pray these bars get farther than Compton\nAnd if our record never break, I still won’t break my promise\nI promise to keep it honest\nSecret society, all we ask is trust\nAnd all we lack is communication like service sucks\nThe people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come\nAnd I'm like, \"The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, all right?\"\nGotta keep it pushing\nCan't let the government tell me how my future looking\nI'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins'\nIf the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin'\nNever will I surrender\nI been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta\nIn the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter\nHow splendid, I guess my project had did it\nGot all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different\nThey said seven tracks, I said 15\nCalled it an EP, they said I’m trippin'\nBut little did they know, I’m tryna' change the rules\nThat we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions\nUppity bitches handling business\nKilling our dreams, stealing our vision\nOut in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\nIn LA everybody think they fucking on\nHop on Twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\nWho we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\nI swear to God most of y'all cats just don’t know Kendrick\nYou barely know yourself, so I guess most of y'all should be offended\nAin’t doing this for my health, I’m tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes\nOccupying my time with riches, justifying my time ambitions\nJust to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living\nLook, the mastermind took the master's mind\nJust the perfect time, just to master mine\nJust to match the grind with precision\nLook, the mastermind took - (cough)\n\nWe would like to call this an appreciation tape for those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP. For this is the Kendrick Lamar OD. Because of you we are Overly Dedicated","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Heart Pt.2 ft Dash Snow\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: O(verly) D(edicated)\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? All right, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. That's what I believe in not believing in.\"\n  \"So what keeps you alive?\"\n  \"Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds. And, uh, I don’t - what keeps me alive, shit. Music, I have to listen to music all day long. I'd say that keeps me going. I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve thought about ending it a million times. And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing.\"\n  Thank you\n\n  Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go\n  Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever\n  It still'll come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts\n  And Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect\n  I ain't seen too many churches or know them testament verses\n  You should either hear me now or go deaf\n  Or end up dead, die trying and know death\n  Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\n  Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect, nigga\n  I mean that from the bottom of my heart\n  You see my art is all I have\n  And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\n  Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car\n  Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from\n  We buy guns and more guns to give to the young\n  I'm living the life of a nigga trapped, nigga\n  Inside the system all you envision is trap niggas\n  My uncle doing life inside prison; he wasn't wrapped too tight\n  He told me \"Rap about life, not rap niggas\"\n  That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap-dissin'\n  My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching\n  I start evaluatin' that my final intuition\n  Is that you wishin' to come up or just come up\n  We used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse\n  Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre\n  And this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph\n  Wrap-Saran our defiance, ban our alliance\n  Put burners in the hands of the black man\n  One hood with 20 four-fours like a cloned Kobe Bryant\n  You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am\n  You probably even listened to \"Faith,\" and think I know Zion\n  But really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth\n  Because it seem like it's always clashing with science\n  I got a big fear of flying\n  My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice\n  I ain't lying\n  I swear to God, half of y'all just don't know Kendrick\n  The school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance\n  You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness\n  You just mind your business\n  You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis\n  It's kind of scary, ain't it?\n  You can't act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous\n  Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless?\n  'Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see you and you hate it\n  So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation\n  So if you see him on 'em bleachers then you kill him\n  Facing 25 to life with a murder charge\n  Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to God\n  I pray these bars get farther than Compton\n  And if our record never break, I still won’t break my promise\n  I promise to keep it honest\n  Secret society, all we ask is trust\n  And all we lack is communication like service sucks\n  The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come\n  And I'm like, \"The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, all right?\"\n  Gotta keep it pushing\n  Can't let the government tell me how my future looking\n  I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins'\n  If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin'\n  Never will I surrender\n  I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta\n  In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter\n  How splendid, I guess my project had did it\n  Got all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different\n  They said seven tracks, I said 15\n  Called it an EP, they said I’m trippin'\n  But little did they know, I’m tryna' change the rules\n  That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions\n  Uppity bitches handling business\n  Killing our dreams, stealing our vision\n  Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\n  In LA everybody think they fucking on\n  Hop on Twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\n  Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\n  I swear to God most of y'all cats just don’t know Kendrick\n  You barely know yourself, so I guess most of y'all should be offended\n  Ain’t doing this for my health, I’m tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes\n  Occupying my time with riches, justifying my time ambitions\n  Just to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living\n  Look, the mastermind took the master's mind\n  Just the perfect time, just to master mine\n  Just to match the grind with precision\n  Look, the mastermind took - (cough)\n\n  We would like to call this an appreciation tape for those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP. For this is the Kendrick Lamar OD. Because of you we are Overly Dedicated\n"},{"id":26551049,"name":"The Heart, Pt. 2 (feat. Dash Snow)","trackName":"The Heart, Pt. 2 (feat. Dash Snow)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Overly Dedicated","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'll tell you what I don't believe in, can I do that?\nAlright, I don't believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever\nI try not to obey them at anytime\nThat's what I believe in not believing in (So what keeps you alive?)\nFour big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds\nAnd, uh, I don't know what keeps me alive, shit\nMusic, I have to listen to music all day long\nI say that keeps me going\nI'm a pretty dark person, I've though about ending it a million times\nAnd I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing\n\nThank you\nSitting in the studio thinking about what mood would go\nRight now, freestyle or write down, whatever\nAnd still come up clever\nI just need to free to my thoughts, and Lord knows I know better\nBut I ain't perfect, and I ain't seen too many churches\nOr know them testament verses\nYou should either hear me now or go deaf\nOr end up dead, die trying and know death\nMight end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\nF*ck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga)\nI mean that from the bottom of my heart\nYou see my art, is all I have\nAnd victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\nStill knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\nLet bygones be bygones\nBut where I'm from\nWe buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\nI'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\nAnd out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\nMy uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight\nHe told me to rap about life, not rap niggas\nThat's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing\nMy stomach start turning, my nerves get to the twitching\nI start evaluating, then my final intuition\nIs that you wishing a come up, would just come up\nWe used to beefing over a turf, f*ck beefing over a verse\nNiggas dying, motherf*ck a double entendre\nAnd this is Compton, lions in the land of the triumph\nWrap seran our defiance, ban our alliance\nPut burners in the hands, of the black man\nOne hood with 24 four's like a cloned Kobe Bryant\nYou probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am\nYou probably even listen to Faith, and think I know Zion\nBut really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth\nBecause it seems it's always clashing with science\nI got a big fear of flying\nMy future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain't lying\nI swear to god half of ya'll don't know Kendrick\nThe school of hardknocks, we was the first ones in attendance\nYou walking down the block, he got shot, you wouldn't know I witnessed\nHe just mind your bidness\nHe just turn your head and no down and just tied your tennis\nIt kinda scary ain't it\nYou can't act like no bitch that only got Tyler Perry famous\nJust let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless\nBecause your pops wasn't anxious\nTo see you when you hated him\nSo much you probably had your burner tucked during graduation\nSaid if you see him in the bleachers then you kill him, facing\n25 to life with a murder charge\nYour enemies was preying, now you pray to God\nI pray these bars get farther than Compton\nAnd if I reckon if I break, I still won't break my promise\nI promise to keep it honest\nSecret society all we ask is trust\nAnd all we lack is communication like service sucks\nThe people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come\nAnd I'm like\nThe Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, alright\nGotta keep it pushing\nAnd let the government tell me how my future looking\nI'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookings\nIf the f*cking pigs get behind me then you know I'm booking\nNever will I surrender\nI've been a warrior when I came out of my mom's placenta\nIn the gutter, lane like I'm Master Splinter\nHow splendid, I guess my project I did it\nGot all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different\nThey said seven tracks, I said fifteen\nCalled it an EP, they said I'm tripping\nBut little did they know, I'm trying to change the rules\nThat we've been confined to, so the corporate won't make decisions\nUppity bitches, handling business\nKilling our dreams, stealing our vision\nOut in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\nIn L.A everybody thinking they f*cking on\nHop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\nWho we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\nI swear to god most ya'll cats don't know Kendrick\nYou barely know yourself, so I guess most of ya'll should be offended\nAin't doing this for my health\nI'm just trying to purchase my mom a business\nOccupy my time with riches, justify my time and ambitions\nJust to coincide, just to go inside\nAnd put the lies behind while we living\nLook the mastermind, took the masters mind\nJust the perfect time, just the master mind\nJust mastered the grind with precision\nLook the mastermind (cough)\n\nWe would like to call this an appreciation tape\nFor those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP\nOf this is the Kendrick Lamar OD (OD)\nBecause of you we are Overly Dedicated\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I'll tell you what I don't believe in, can I do that?\n[00:02.89] Alright, I don't believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever\n[00:09.73] I try not to obey them at anytime\n[00:15.19] That's what I believe in not believing in (So what keeps you alive?)\n[00:22.40] Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds\n[00:26.36] And, uh, I don't know what keeps me alive, shit\n[00:33.39] Music, I have to listen to music all day long\n[00:36.16] I say that keeps me going\n[00:38.37] I'm a pretty dark person, I've though about ending it a million times\n[00:42.71] And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing\n\n[00:47.24] Thank you\n[00:58.56] Sitting in the studio thinking about what mood would go\n[01:01.64] Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever\n[01:03.76] And still come up clever\n[01:05.28] I just need to free to my thoughts, and Lord knows I know better\n[01:07.60] But I ain't perfect, and I ain't seen too many churches\n[01:10.16] Or know them testament verses\n[01:11.50] You should either hear me now or go deaf\n[01:14.00] Or end up dead, die trying and know death\n[01:16.48] Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\n[01:19.06] F*ck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga)\n[01:22.68] I mean that from the bottom of my heart\n[01:25.19] You see my art, is all I have\n[01:26.84] And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\n[01:29.99] Still knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\n[01:32.19] Let bygones be bygones\n[01:34.38] But where I'm from\n[01:35.45] We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\n[01:38.10] I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\n[01:40.18] And out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\n[01:42.73] My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight\n[01:45.97] He told me to rap about life, not rap niggas\n[01:48.22] That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing\n[01:50.84] My stomach start turning, my nerves get to the twitching\n[01:53.41] I start evaluating, then my final intuition\n[01:55.93] Is that you wishing a come up, would just come up\n[01:58.41] We used to beefing over a turf, f*ck beefing over a verse\n[02:01.14] Niggas dying, motherf*ck a double entendre\n[02:03.41] And this is Compton, lions in the land of the triumph\n[02:06.41] Wrap seran our defiance, ban our alliance\n[02:09.17] Put burners in the hands, of the black man\n[02:11.41] One hood with 24 four's like a cloned Kobe Bryant\n[02:14.21] You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am\n[02:16.00] You probably even listen to Faith, and think I know Zion\n[02:19.52] But really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth\n[02:22.57] Because it seems it's always clashing with 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I mean that from the bottom of my heart\n  You see my art, is all I have\n  And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\n  Still knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\n  Let bygones be bygones\n  But where I'm from\n  We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\n  I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\n  And out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\n  My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight\n  He told me to rap about life, not rap niggas\n  That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing\n  My stomach start turning, my nerves get to the twitching\n  I start evaluating, then my final intuition\n  Is that you wishing a come up, would just come up\n  We used to beefing over a turf, f*ck beefing over a verse\n  Niggas dying, motherf*ck a double entendre\n  And this is Compton, lions in the land of the triumph\n  Wrap seran our defiance, ban our alliance\n  Put burners in the hands, of the black man\n  One hood 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testament verses\nYou should either hear me now or go deaf\nOr end up dead, die trying and know death\nMight end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\nF*ck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga)\nI mean that from the bottom of my heart\nYou see my art, is all I have\nAnd victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\nStill knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\nLet bygones be bygones\nBut where I'm from\nWe buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\nI'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\nAnd out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\nMy uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight\nHe told me to rap about life, not rap niggas\nThat's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing\nMy stomach start turning, my nerves get to the twitching\nI start evaluating, then my final intuition\nIs that you wishing a come up, would just come up\nWe used to beefing over a turf, f*ck beefing over a verse\nNiggas dying, 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write down, whatever\n[01:03.76] And still come up clever\n[01:05.28] I just need to free to my thoughts, and Lord knows I know better\n[01:07.60] But I ain't perfect, and I ain't seen too many churches\n[01:10.16] Or know them testament verses\n[01:11.50] You should either hear me now or go deaf\n[01:14.00] Or end up dead, die trying and know death\n[01:16.48] Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\n[01:19.06] F*ck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga)\n[01:22.68] I mean that from the bottom of my heart\n[01:25.19] You see my art, is all I have\n[01:26.84] And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\n[01:29.99] Still knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\n[01:32.19] Let bygones be bygones\n[01:34.38] But where I'm from\n[01:35.45] We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\n[01:38.10] I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\n[01:40.18] And out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\n[01:42.73] My uncle 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verses\nYou should either hear me now or go deaf\nOr end up dead, die trying and know death\nMight end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\nF*ck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga)\nI mean that from the bottom of my heart\nYou see my art, is all I have\nAnd victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\nStill knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\nLet bygones be bygones\nBut where I'm from\nWe buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\nI'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\nAnd out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\nMy uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight\nHe told me to rap about life, not rap niggas\nThat's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing\nMy stomach start turning, my nerves get to the twitching\nI start evaluating, then my final intuition\nIs that you wishing a come up, would just come up\nWe used to beefing over a turf, f*ck beefing over a verse\nNiggas dying, motherf*ck 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their mixtapes different\nThey said seven tracks, I said fifteen\nCalled it an EP, they said I'm tripping\nBut little did they know, I'm trying to change the rules\nThat we've been confined to, so the corporate won't make decisions\nUppity bitches, handling business\nKilling our dreams, stealing our vision\nOut in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\nIn L.A everybody thinking they f*cking on\nHop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\nWho we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\nI swear to god most ya'll cats don't know Kendrick\nYou barely know yourself, so I guess most of ya'll should be offended\nAin't doing this for my health\nI'm just trying to purchase my mom a business\nOccupy my time with riches, justify my time and ambitions\nJust to coincide, just to go inside\nAnd put the lies behind while we living\nLook the mastermind, took the masters mind\nJust the perfect time, just the master mind\nJust mastered the grind with precision\nLook the mastermind (cough)\n\nWe 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whatever\n[01:03.76] And still come up clever\n[01:05.28] I just need to free to my thoughts, and Lord knows I know better\n[01:07.60] But I ain't perfect, and I ain't seen too many churches\n[01:10.16] Or know them testament verses\n[01:11.50] You should either hear me now or go deaf\n[01:14.00] Or end up dead, die trying and know death\n[01:16.48] Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\n[01:19.06] F*ck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga)\n[01:22.68] I mean that from the bottom of my heart\n[01:25.19] You see my art, is all I have\n[01:26.84] And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\n[01:29.99] Still knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\n[01:32.19] Let bygones be bygones\n[01:34.38] But where I'm from\n[01:35.45] We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\n[01:38.10] I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\n[01:40.18] And out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\n[01:42.73] My uncle doing life, 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science\n[02:24.74] I got a big fear of flying\n[02:26.10] My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain't lying\n[02:30.09] I swear to god half of ya'll don't know Kendrick\n[02:33.05] The school of hardknocks, we was the first ones in attendance\n[02:35.48] You walking down the block, he got shot, you wouldn't know I witnessed\n[02:38.53] He just mind your bidness\n[02:39.17] He just turn your head and no down and just tied your tennis\n[02:42.17] It kinda scary ain't it\n[02:43.64] You can't act like no bitch that only got Tyler Perry famous\n[02:45.84] Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless\n[02:48.76] Because your pops wasn't anxious\n[02:50.08] To see you when you hated him\n[02:51.36] So much you probably had your burner tucked during graduation\n[02:53.72] Said if you see him in the bleachers then you kill him, facing\n[02:56.52] 25 to life with a murder charge\n[02:58.32] Your enemies was preying, now you pray to God\n[03:01.12] I pray 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fifteen\n[03:40.76] Called it an EP, they said I'm tripping\n[03:43.35] But little did they know, I'm trying to change the rules\n[03:46.12] That we've been confined to, so the corporate won't make decisions\n[03:48.44] Uppity bitches, handling business\n[03:51.13] Killing our dreams, stealing our vision\n[03:53.67] Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\n[03:56.17] In L.A everybody thinking they f*cking on\n[03:58.97] Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\n[04:01.92] Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\n[04:04.28] I swear to god most ya'll cats don't know Kendrick\n[04:07.20] You barely know yourself, so I guess most of ya'll should be offended\n[04:09.84] Ain't doing this for my health\n[04:12.08] I'm just trying to purchase my mom a business\n[04:12.96] Occupy my time with riches, justify my time and ambitions\n[04:13.99] Just to coincide, just to go inside\n[04:16.56] And put the lies behind while we living\n[04:17.00] Look the mastermind, took the 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system by any means, whatsoever\n  I try not to obey them at anytime\n  That's what I believe in not believing in (So what keeps you alive?)\n  Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds\n  And, uh, I don't know what keeps me alive, shit\n  Music, I have to listen to music all day long\n  I say that keeps me going\n  I'm a pretty dark person, I've though about ending it a million times\n  And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing\n\n  Thank you\n  Sitting in the studio thinking about what mood would go\n  Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever\n  And still come up clever\n  I just need to free to my thoughts, and Lord knows I know better\n  But I ain't perfect, and I ain't seen too many churches\n  Or know them testament verses\n  You should either hear me now or go deaf\n  Or end up dead, die trying and know death\n  Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath\n  F*ck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect (nigga)\n  I mean that from the bottom of my heart\n  You see my art, is all I have\n  And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt\n  Still knock them outta the park, like a f*cking tow car\n  Let bygones be bygones\n  But where I'm from\n  We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young\n  I'm living the life of a nigga trapped nigga\n  And out of the system all you envisioning is trap niggas\n  My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight\n  He told me to rap about life, not rap niggas\n  That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing\n  My stomach start turning, my nerves get to the twitching\n  I start evaluating, then my final intuition\n  Is that you wishing a come up, would just come up\n  We used to beefing over a turf, f*ck beefing over a verse\n  Niggas dying, motherf*ck a double entendre\n  And this is Compton, lions in the land of the triumph\n  Wrap seran our defiance, ban our alliance\n  Put burners in the hands, of the black man\n  One hood with 24 four's like a cloned Kobe Bryant\n  You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am\n  You probably even listen to Faith, and think I know Zion\n  But really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth\n  Because it seems it's always clashing with science\n  I got a big fear of flying\n  My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain't lying\n  I swear to god half of ya'll don't know Kendrick\n  The school of hardknocks, we was the first ones in attendance\n  You walking down the block, he got shot, you wouldn't know I witnessed\n  He just mind your bidness\n  He just turn your head and no down and just tied your tennis\n  It kinda scary ain't it\n  You can't act like no bitch that only got Tyler Perry famous\n  Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless\n  Because your pops wasn't anxious\n  To see you when you hated him\n  So much you probably had your burner tucked during graduation\n  Said if you see him in the bleachers then you kill him, facing\n  25 to life with a murder charge\n  Your enemies was preying, now you pray to God\n  I pray these bars get farther than Compton\n  And if I reckon if I break, I still won't break my promise\n  I promise to keep it honest\n  Secret society all we ask is trust\n  And all we lack is communication like service sucks\n  The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come\n  And I'm like\n  The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, alright\n  Gotta keep it pushing\n  And let the government tell me how my future looking\n  I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookings\n  If the f*cking pigs get behind me then you know I'm booking\n  Never will I surrender\n  I've been a warrior when I came out of my mom's placenta\n  In the gutter, lane like I'm Master Splinter\n  How splendid, I guess my project I did it\n  Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different\n  They said seven tracks, I said fifteen\n  Called it an EP, they said I'm tripping\n  But little did they know, I'm trying to change the rules\n  That we've been confined to, so the corporate won't make decisions\n  Uppity bitches, handling business\n  Killing our dreams, stealing our vision\n  Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home\n  In L.A everybody thinking they f*cking on\n  Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit\n  Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone\n  I swear to god most ya'll cats don't know Kendrick\n  You barely know yourself, so I guess most of ya'll should be offended\n  Ain't doing this for my health\n  I'm just trying to purchase my mom a business\n  Occupy my time with riches, justify my time and ambitions\n  Just to coincide, just to go inside\n  And put the lies behind while we living\n  Look the mastermind, took the masters mind\n  Just the perfect time, just the master mind\n  Just mastered the grind with precision\n  Look the mastermind (cough)\n\n  We would like to call this an appreciation tape\n  For those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP\n  Of this is the Kendrick Lamar OD (OD)\n  Because of you we are Overly Dedicated\n"}]