[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
 Yeah
 Its that West
 HOO HA!!
Back Pack Raps
 Where gats say they don’t get your peeled by the black men
 Its K-dot thorough bred
 Move like a militant
Soldier, on point like a pyramid
 Force to be reckoned with
 [bad word] with the best [bad word]  Like the strongest maneuver
 I’m ready when you are
This is it, I’m in the lab cooking up all day [bad word] them up all day
 Like a nympho , I’ve been dope since S curl waves
 Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
 You know [bad word] well there’s chemicals there
I’m in the hood with the 17 year olds that’s on hood patrol
 And they want stripes so they shoot off bikes
And you know any moment you could lose your life
 So kiss your kids and hug your wife
 Or what not
 Yo
 I spar with a dragon
 It tried to throw a flame, but I ducked and I stabbed him
 Came out the battle laughin’
 That’s a metaphor for any rapper who want it
 I smack them ‘till they nose [bad word] 
 You know the hoes [bad word] if I’m there
 And the hoes [bad word]  Once we hit the hotel
 There’s no assumption
 Cool out before I move out
 I bone a 105
 Do about 105
 Before your [bad word] get threw out
 The backseat
There’s a dead guy on the freeway
 Ohh its not dot?
 Tell the medics its ok
 beast with a beat break
 You probably think I’m dope
 Like it’s the realist [bad word] I wrote
 But to me it’s a throw away
 Stare at the four walls and rap like I’m mad at god
Nice enough to throw a spear at Nas
 Launched at Jay
 Matter fact let me take that back
 See I don’t [bad word] with real legends in rap
 Like you do
 I’m [bad word] Concealed by real crips and soo-woops
 And they shoot
 Like photography students
 When beef gets to brewin’

 [Hook]
 Is it real son
 Is it really real son
 Is it really real son
 Is it really real
 Tell me how you feel son
 Tell me how you feel son
 Tell me how you feel son
 Tell me how you feeeeel
 You rap pussies got nothing for me
 Once (I’m sound wave recording?)
 Every MC I’m sure to rip them
 I guarantee you will forget them

 [Verse 2: Soul] [bad word] again
 No introduction you know my name
 Soul brother
 You suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
 Orangutan arms banging niggas like a set
When I speech they [bad word] silent
 Like  for the deaf
 Violence I play it like violins in a orchestra
 Chew you like vitamins then spit you back out
 Like a verse I had way back
 Before I had mapped out
 Rip a page out the almanac
 To cross reference
 When I wreck [bad word] I wish jaw bone fractures
 On all of you rappers
 Bumping your gods
 Like the measles
 When the record meets the needle
 Hands spinnin’like a 12 inch
Smoking the best (lt?)
 Like I shot every bird
 Follow my word
 Big heard
 Ill with it
 I need a hospital gown
 You need 54 cards
 Deal with it
 You may think I’m killing it
 But I’m healing it
 Like a [bad word] in the club
 Shoot game
 Two chains

 [Verse 3: Punch]
 Ayo yo
 The flow poet
 Who more focused
 Kick doors open
 Delivering the golden (?)
 Leave with two guns smoking
 It’s me
 The podium closing poet
 Well spoken
 It (grows?) the most consistent
 With imminent penmanship
 Mind bending coexisting with the written verbal assassin
 Eternally smashin’, spazzin' on tracks
 Translation I’m disgusting in action
 Lyrical gluten with bustin’ over sound waves production
 Y'all want nothin’
 The sum of all fears
 Mercury risin’ I’m summer all year
 I (16?) them to death
 And wish them the best
 I guess that’s the gift and the curse
 You see my pattern and
 Y'all still rapping
 Like that’s whats happenin’
 I write rhymes
 Put fire on stone tablets
 Peep the (malice?) I’m a monster
Your [bad word] like
 Like William Joseph Crawford

 [Hook]
 
 [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
 Haaa