Kendrick Lamar, Dash Snow - The Heart Pt. 2 lyrics

"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"
"So what keeps you alive?"
"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" thank you

Sitting in the studio thinking about
Which mood would go
Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever
It still'll come up clever
I just need to free my thoughts
And Lord knows that I know better
But I ain't perfect
I ain't seen too many churches
Or know them testament verses
You should either hear me now or go deaf
Or end up dead, die trying and know death
Might end up dead, swallow blood
Swallow my breath
Fuck a funeral, just make sure
You pay my music respect, nigga
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
You see my art is all I have
And victory tastes sweet
Even when the enemy can throw salt
Still knock them out the park
Like a fucking tow car
Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from
We buy guns and more guns
To give to the young
I'm living the life of a nigga trapped, nigga
Inside the system all you
Envision is trap niggas
My uncle doing life inside prison
He wasn't wrapped too tight
He told me "Rap about life, not rap niggas"
That's why I'm shaking my
Head when you rap-dissin'
My stomach start turning
My nerves get to twitching
I start evaluating, then my final intuition
Is that you wishing a come up
Would just come up
We used to beefing over turf
Fuck beefing over a verse
Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre
And this is Comp-ton
Lions in the land of the triumph
Wrap-Saran our defiance, ban our alliance
Put burners in the hands of the black man
One hood with 20 four-fours like
A cloned Kobe Bryant
You probably heard I wanna be heard
And wonder who I am
You probably even listened to "Faith
" and think I know Zion
But really I'm just caught in the loop
Of understanding the truth
Because it seem like it's
Always clashing with science
I got a big fear of flying
My future so bright I'd probably go
Blind before I blink twice i ain't lying
I swear to God
Half of y'all just don't know Kendrick
The school of hard knocks
We was the first ones in attendance
You walking down the block, he got shot
You are no eye witness
You just mind your business
You just turn your head
Kneel down and then tie your tennis
It's kind of scary, ain't it?
You can't act like no bitch
That only got Tyler Perry famous
Just let me explain this
Why you pick up that stainless?
'Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see
You and you hate it
So much you probably had your
Burner tucked at graduation
So if you see him on 'em
Bleachers then you kill him
Facing 25 to life with a murder charge
Your enemies was the prey and
Now you pray to God
I pray these bars get farther than Compton
And if our record never break
I still won’t break my promise
I promise to keep it honest
Secret society, all we ask is trust
And all we lack is
Communication like service sucks
The people scared of annihilation
When Kingdom Come
And I'm like, "The Kendrick Lamar OD
In less than a month, all right?"
Gotta keep it pushing
Can't let the government tell me
How my future looking
I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying
To duck the central bookins'
If the fucking pigs get behind me
Then you know I'm bookin'
Never will I surrender
I been a warrior when I
Came out my mom's placenta
In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter
How splendid, I guess my project had did it
Got all these niggas approaching
They mixtapes different
They said seven tracks, I said 15
Called it an EP, they said I’m trippin'
But little did they know
I’m tryna' change the rules
That we’ve been confined to
So the corporate won’t make decisions
Uppity bitches handling business
Killing our dreams, stealing our vision
Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home
In LA everybody think they fucking on
Hop on Twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
Who we hanging with and
Bragging about the iPhone
I swear to God most of y'all
Cats just don’t know Kendrick
You barely know yourself
So I guess most of y'all should be offended
Ain’t doing this for my health
I’m tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes
Occupying my time with riches
Justifying my time ambitions
Just to coincide, just to go inside
Plus we idolize why we living
Look, the mastermind took the master's mind
Just the perfect time, just to master mine
Just to match the grind with precision
Look, the mastermind took - (cough)

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