Kendrick Lamar - Your Honor lyrics

Oakland and 2Pac

Thinkin' they hot cause they homies said
They was a few times
Which is too many times of lyin' to you
They tellin' a lie
The only time I lie in the booth
Is when I sleep in it
Record twenty-four hours
These niggas better get they bars up
I bench press this rap stuff
Got it locked like handcuffs
I threw away the key
My cool is on, she love my AC
My jewels is on and I wish
One of y'all'd try ride me
I shoot and have you land between
The sheets with the Isleys

The helicopter's comin'
Realize there's nothin' behind us
Behind me, Your Honor
I fuck over these beats with no condom
This ain't rap, it's really a porno
Rewind it back

Y'all ain't nice, nigga, y'all just okay

I'm Mike Jordan in his prime
Modern day Isaac Hayes

Study my craft, you ignorant
I do it without a pen and a pad
Just inspiration somethin' y'all never had
If my pockets is somethin' you tryin' to grab
See, I pulled out the rocket and
Peel you back like scab
You old news, old dudes, get out my way
Let the young boy come through
Don't mention my age
Shit, I'm on a mission for pay
And you astronaut niggas just
Crowd in my space
Look, you're not in my atmosphere
You can act like you're here
But actually you ain't accurate fuckin'
With this music biz
The industry like, 'Fuck it
Let the music be his' no theme park
I'm not tryin' to amuse you kids
Small shark, Jaws is here, jump in the water
Do we really fuck with President Carter?
My reply's that I can't stay
Away from the bosses
Got the biddin' war poppin' like a auction
Five or ten labels like
'What he hatin' for?'
Except the zeros and more
Remember havin' Aftermath sittin' on my door
Money in front of me
I couldn't open the door

I'm so far ahead of my time
I got people five years
From now pressin' rewind
I'm hardly impressed with y'all
I hate rappers, where the true artists at?
If it ain't a good picture you draw
Don't bring it to the architect
Often y'all arguin' about who got next
Claimin' y'all runnin' the game
Niggas is barely walkin' yet
Hoppin' all over beats without
Going through trainin' camp
Try studyin' a few greats
Then maybe you'll be where I'm at
Your songwritin' ain't great
Your mixtapes' medioc'
You recycle the same quotes
You're not switchin' your flow
Your flow in the same place

Try to be more creative, perhaps
My rap friends, I ain't sayin' that you wack
Psych
Like a invoice, I'm just statin' the facts
Right?
You'd have to count the metaphors I write
In fact, you've been a factor you've
Feared your whole life
No TV show, don't compare me with them
That's like Jaws versus Nemo
A gorilla to a chimp a Jordan versus Kukoč
A Tony Montana with blow in
His nose to a Nino