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Kendrick Outshines Fellow MMG rappers on Power Circle

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“Hell’s fire, I never lie, you will never grind/ I know the prior they running by us when we do crime/I know that Section 8 wanna discontinue my moms/When they heard that Ohio State gave us thirty racks in July,” – Kendrick Lamar, “Power Circle” Lyrics

Haven’t heard Power Circle?  Check it out HERE.

Basically Kendrick was the only rapper on the Power Circle song that went away from the standard tough talk and added a lesson in imagery, phrasing, cohesions, and flow.

Kendrick worries that his newfound fame and drawing power will not amount to anything but getting his mom kicked out of her home.  Kendrick though adds an additional layer talking about OSU and bringing a play on words with “prior” talking about Terrelle Pryor who got in trouble back in 2010 for accepting illegal gifts during his time as a running back.

Kendrick keep killing it!  Keep showing the other less emphasized, yet utterly needed facets that hip-hop lyrics can bring!

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] What’s your life about, enlighten me
Is you gonna live on your knees, or die on your feet
Fire in the street, fire in the swisher
Fire in between the two legs of your little sister
Just get a sip of this elixir
Before they crop us out of the picture
I’ve never seen a crop circle
But I’ve seen a cop circled the block
I puff squares, but I swear one day I’mma stop my nerves itch
On the brink of my career
While my peers struggle for employment
Can you hear these screams (Uncle Sam ain’t no killing me)
One two, three four grams and a fifth of Hennessey
A bad bitch, fuck the penitentiary

[Hook] Section 80’s babies, blame Ronald Reagan, we raising hell

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Lord forbid
The homie got wet, so we trying to soak it in
The president is black, but you can’t vote for skin
You vote for the better man
Come to our show you can see the diversity
Unified people they going to peep universally
We might not change the world
But we going to manipulate it
Hope you participating
Ayo Dot, won’t you let these cats know
We knew we’d be here, like back in 04′
Started hiiipower because our generation
Needed a generator and a system, meant to disintegrate us
And all we do is assist them
We’re not victors, we’re victims
The bigger picture hasn’t developed yet
Like what if kids were celibate
What if Tammy came across a real man
Who didn’t play games like child-ren
My nigga cheated on his girlfriend with his girlfriend’s girlfriend
Let the world end
And everybody tripping off 2012
And the extraterrestrial presence as well (Odd Future’s odd)
But our future is not, that Martial law shit dropped
We gonna all get got
So keep that question mark on your face
Eat that fast food, and use that flouride toothpaste
Hide your feelings from the public
Work a long nine to five, don’t forget to pay your tithes
And to thank God you’re alive (Hiiipower)
And on another note
We focused like the Hubble Telescope, Soul

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] Life is a traffic jam (Life is a traffic jam) [x10] I wrote this because I was ordered to
People say I speak for generation Y
Why lie, I do, Section 80
Your son will play me if the radio won’t
Daughters that just turn one to twenty one listen to Kendrick
For instance

[Ab-Soul] What’s your life about, enlighten me
Is you gonna live on your knees, or die on your feet
Take out that student loan, and pay off your college degree
And do exactly what you see on TV

[Kendrick Lamar] True story, hm, can you repeat that for me Soul

[Ab-Soul] What’s your life about, enlighten me
Is you gonna live on your knees, or die on your feet
Is you gonna plead the fifth, or sound the horn
The time is now child, come on

[Kendrick Lamar] See a lot of ya’ll don’t understand Kendrick Lamar
Because you wonder how I could talk about money, hoes, clothes, god, history all in the same sentence
You know what all the things have in common
Only half of the truth, if you tell it
See I’ve spent twenty three years on the earth searching for answers
Til’ one day I realized I had to come up with my own
I’m not on the outside looking in
I’m not on the inside looking out
I’m in the death fucking center, looking around
You’ve ever seen a newborn baby kill a grown man
That’s an analogy for the way the world make me react
My innocence been dead
So the next time I talk about money, hoes, clothes, god, history all in the same sentence
Just know I meant it, and you felt it
Because you too are searching for answers
I’m not the next pop star
I’m not the next socially aware rapper
I am a human motherfucking being, over dope ass instrumentation
Kendrick Lamar
Now fuck em’ up Terrace (Soul!)

[Hook] Smoking out, pouring up
Keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads, at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
I can’t fuck with y’all
(Pussy ass ho niggas)
I can’t fuck with y’all
(Bitches all up in my business)
I can’t fuck with y’all
(Industry of counterfeits)
I can’t fuck with y’all

Taking off when you landing
Bitch niggas wanna throw tantrums
And I’m dancing on them stars
The galaxy ain’t got room for y’all
Ain’t nothing gonna happen soon for y’all
While I’m here and every day I hear
Your bullshit, self-pity
Reason why you never dealt with me
Reason why your girl dealt with me
Hands up, in the building we get busy
And say: “RIP Aaliyah … RIP” yep
“RIP Aaliyah … RIP” yep

That’s exactly what this sound like
A to the A to the L I Y
A H, give it up 2 times
Then give it right back, don’t
Blow my high

[Hook]

Look at my life
Then look at yours
Get some ambition, why you bored?
Time’ll never wait on no man
Society will never hold your hand
Niggas like the gossip, like bitches
Got me thinking you don’t like bitches
Wonder what’s behind them Ray Bans
Eyes of a coward, I understand
Niggas like the gossip, like bitches
Sip Don Perignon, when we finish
We say: “RIP Aaliyah … RIP” yep
“RIP Aaliyah … RIP” yep

That’s exactly what this sound like
But never will I ever forget Left Eye
Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky
And a button on your lips, don’t blow my high

[Hook:]

In time you’ll learn this is about you (x3)

Babies from 80s don’t know no better
Don’t nothing go better with ignorance
But the belligerent kids that we living with
Some of them masculine, some of the feminine
‘Member the universe used to be innocent
Now they just look at us crazy like immigrants
Everyday that I wake up, I’mma sin again
I’m not a citizen
I’m just a nigga from Section.80

Show of hands, how many been taking notes?
Good
Leave everything on the table now
On the real
This is your generation
Show, show your pain

[Hook] I know a lot of people that smile in my face
But talk behind my back every time I’m gone
So when they call my number, I don’t never pick up
I don’t owe you shit, bitch, leave me alone
I’m going big, suck my dick
I’m going big, suck my dick
I’m going big, suck my dick
I’m going big, suck my dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I’m not in the mood
To politic or be fake with you
We apologize if you ever knew
Too many niggas, and not enough hoes
And most of you niggas, acting like hoes

[Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar] Everything I do is ?
I’mma take my time, I’mma master it
You should be mindful of a mastermind
But I left mine right where your momma live
Now blow up, blow up, hold up
I seen your kind before
See me as a dollar sign
Till I resign on your report
That I done you wrong, and I mean to know
My homie never ?
Nigga right now, it’s now or never
Nigga right now, I’m high as ever
But however…

[Hook] [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar] Everybody heard that I fuck with Dre
And they wanna tell me, I made it
Nigga I ain’t made shit
If he gave me a handout
I’mma take his wrist and break it
Nigga, I’m faded off of that Nuvo
Chilling with two hoes in here
And they tie my laces, living the Matrix
As them pills disappear
Me and my niggas just acting bad
HiiiPower conglomerate
Living that life and counting this cash
Old friends I no longer have

[Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3 - Schoolboy Q (Kendrick Lamar)] I remember when I came out and shit
Man it’s been so long since they see my dick
Probably been five months since I seen my seed
God dammit K Dot when it comes to this
When I was sleeping on couches
Nigga couldn’t get a call, just a Glock for my belt
Nigga I was motherfucking outchea
With the flashing lights had me stuck like reindeer
When I should’ve been making ?
I was somewhere stuck with a ?
Motherfucker see how far that I came here
Went broke and I came up in the same year
Can I get a hell yea?
Drop my chair, hold my joy, show my pride
(Music saved my fucking life
I’m doing right
And you left behind
Feel my pain, now I’m styling
Heard this shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I’m…

[Hook] (x2)

[Hook] Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good

[Verse 1] I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face when he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
My intuition has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour and second. Ministers tried
To save me. How I’m gonna listen
When I don’t even hear God?
Heaven or Hell, Base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga
The same nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you’ll be lookin
In my eyes homie. Stand for something
Or fall for anything, and you working
With two left feet at the skating rink
But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures
I want you to know that I’m so determined
To blow, that you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the Pen is in
My view. I’mma get it right, just so you:

[Hook] [Bridge - GLC] And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessey and my real
Niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gonna have
To come and get me
If it feel good to you
Holler if you hear me

[Verse 2] You like to mistake a street nigga for a real nigga
That same nigga that kill with ya, will squeal with ya
I’d like to start it out from the bottom and build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya
I’m 23 with morals and plans of living cordial
Not rich, but wealthy
There’s nothing you can tell me
My killings are not remorseful
The city got my back before that, I give them my torso
You think about it, and don’t call me lyrical
Cause really I’m just a nigga that’s evil and spiritual
I know some rappers using big words
To make their similes curve
My simplest shit be more pivotal
I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals
Worry some individuals that live life critical
So won’t you bare witness while I bare feet
So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops
On his lunch break, eating in the parking lot
On ‘Wanna Be Heard,’ probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting what I deserved
Somebody said my name on the radio
He ain’t know I was ready for
The world that minute
So the next time he roll up
And drop grams in it, he’ll probably be
Out of work, laid back, while he

[Hook] [GLC] Church is definitely on the move and now we
Took it up to the cathedral cause the ism is enourmous
You know what i’m talkin about?
We out here rotating under the five p’s, proper
Preperation prevents poor performance
Know what i’m talkin about?
Doin my thing, cause i’m rotatin when my
Speakers thumpin from the windy city streets
All the way out here to the streets of compton
Know what i’m talkin about?
Church is definitely on the move and we gonna
Continue to hustle and grow and develop by
Fire, as I rotate with my true player partner
By the name of kendrick lamar
You know what i’m talkin about?
This is the ism this is the vision
You know what i’m talkin about?
You gotta get up off your ass and get it, man
Thats the only way your pockets gonna expand, I
Tell you everyday, you know what i’m talkin about
Apply yourself to supply your wealth, only
Limitations you’ll ever have are those you
Place upon yourself. church is definitely on
The move, you know what i’m talkin about
Exercise your ism and don’t depend on no one
Else, cathedral, church. ism

[Ash Riser] We’re far from good, not good from far
90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screaming, “We don’t give a fuck!”
Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll a blunt
Cause the kids just ain’t alright

[Intro] Oh, shit nigga, something ’bout to happen, nigga, this shit..
Nigga this sound like 30 ki’s under the Compton court building
Hope the dogs don’t smell it

[Verse 1] Welcome to vigilante, 80эs so don’t you ask me
I’m hungry, my body’s antsy, I rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra
Granny said when I’m old enough, I’ll be sure to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up
Pussy, fix your panties, I’m Mr. Marcus you getting fucked, uh
You ain’t heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn’t ease the pain
Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write
Strong enough to stand in front of a travelling freight train, are you trained?
To go against Dracula dragging the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it’s the 90′s
Bullet to your temple, you’re homicidal, remind me that

[Hook] Compton Crip niggas ain’t nothing to fuck with
Bompton Pirus ain’t nothing to fuck with
Compton esés ain’t nothing to fuck with
But they fuck with me, and bitch I love it
Woop de woop, woop de woop woop, woop de woop
Woop de woop, woop de woop woop (California dungeons)

[Verse 2] Let’s hit the county building, gotta cash my check
Spend it all on a 40-ounce to the neck and
In retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas
I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up down, get a 64, better know how to drive it
I’m driving on E with no license or registration
Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he’s racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raked the leaves off
Your front porch with a machine blowtorch (I’m really out here, my nigga)
You blowing on stress, hoping to ease the stress (Like, really out here)
He copping some blow, hoping that he can stretch
Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger
With calendars, cause your date’s coming
Run him down and then he gun him down, I’m hoping that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don’t mean nothing, because

[Hook] [Outro] Can’t detour when you’re at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store
Right there, when you fight, don’t fight fair cause you’ll never win, yeah
(Right, I had the chopper, and I tore they ass up
We really out here, my nigga, you niggas don’t understand, my nigga
I’m off of pill and Remy Red, my nigga, trippin’, my nigga)

Riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
All we want to do is have a good time (time)
Young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

Pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
Whoooaa, whooaaa

We make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
Whooo-oa-oa-oh, oa-oa-oh

Riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
All we want to do is have a good time (time)
Young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

Pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
Whoooaa, whooaaa

We make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
Whooo-oa-oa-oh, oa-oa-oh

I’m glad we were able to talk about her vice and her evils. There’s a more important topic I’d like to discuss
The dysfunctional bastards of the Ronald Reagan Era. Young men that learned to do everything spiteful

This is your generation. Live fast and die young. Who’s willing to explain this story?

Riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
All we want to do is have a good time (time)
Young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

Pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
Whoooaa, whooaaa

We make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
Whooo-oa-oa-oh, oa-oa-oh

Riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
All we want to do is have a good time (time)
Young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

Pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one)

[Verse 1] I know this girl
She a real good girl
And she be low-key
Looking like a star
With a real nice car
A Mercedes key
She got a nigga
And she love this nigga
Well, at least I think
Everytime we bark
She pay us no mind
In the middle of the street
She be like:

[Hook 1] Fuck them other niggas cause
I’m down for my nigga
Fuck them other niggas cause
I’m down for my nigga
Fuck them other niggas
I’ll ride for my nigga
I’ll die for my nigga
Fuck them other…

[Verse 2] Until one day he wasn’t acting right
In the middle of the night
She checked his phone, Erica, right
When he plead the fifth, man, it was on
Matter of fact she gone
Matter of fact Tyrone
Was on speed dial, so when she got home
It was going down, she go:

[Hook 2] Fuck that other nigga
When she tired of her nigga
Fuck that other nigga
When she tired of her nigga
Fuck that other nigga
When she tired of her nigga
Sick of lies from her nigga
Fuck that other…

[Verse 3] I know this girl
She a real hood girl
And she with the shit
Keep her hair tied up
Big bamboos
Mike Jordan kicks with that
Big butt, but when I try
To holla, she gon’ resist
In her man she trust
So when I walk by her
She be screaming this:

[Hook 1] [Verse 4] Until one day he wasn’t acting right
In the middle of the night
She checked his pockets
Found condoms by Magnum
And the moment they was acknowledged
She popped his eye
Then ran outside
Then started driving
On the passenger side
Homeboy was smiling, she go:

[Hook 2] [Verse 5] And so, these girls
These vulnerable girls
Took they men up
Put em in their world
Their vulnerable world
And just like that it was
Only getting they feelings hurt
Tell me how that sound?
They got fed up with the
Biggest question mark
They curious now
Cause when women get sick of men
They think of a big helping hand
To lend each other under cover emotions when lights dim
So when she telling her to come over
It’ll be alright
The minute she hit the block
And turn left, she’ll be turning dyke, they go:

[Hook 3] Fuck with other bitches
When they tired of these niggas
Fuck with other bitches
When they tired of these niggas
Fuck with other bitches
On the side cause these niggas…

Tammy’s song

[Hook - Colin Munroe] I love the way you
Put it on your eyes
The roses on your face
Light up the sky
Those lips are colorful
All of the time
And girl that’s fine
But I wanna know do you mind
No makeup today (today) (x4)
And girl that’s fine
But I wanna know do you mind

[Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar] I know she bout to ask me how she look
I tell her beautiful, and how long it took
For you to put it on
It was early in the morn’
She resembled a model out of a Mac book
Concentrating on the way the eyeliner thickens
I stand behind her and try to figure her vision
Of prettiness, the wittiness, of colors on her skin tone
Her complexion in a direction I’ve outgrown
Damn girl, why so much?
You bout to blow your cover when you cover up
Don’t you know your imperfections
Is a wonderful blessing
From heaven, is where you got it from
I love your smile
You can do it without style
From your lips, all the way to your eyebrows
It’s the beauty in her
But when the makeup occur
I don’t see it, all I see is a blur

[Hook] [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar (Woman)] I know she bout to ask me how she look
I tell her beautiful and how long it took
For you to put it on
It was early in the morn’
She resembled a model out of a Macbook
(Concentrating on the way my) eyeliner thickens
(He stand behind me and try to) figure her vision
(Of prettyness, the wittiness of colors on my skin tone)
(My complexion in a direction) I’ve outgrown
(I feel like it’s not enough)
(I can never put on too much makeup)
(Yeah I know) your imperfections
(I be constantly stressing)
(From him is where I get it from)
(They tell me I need to) smile
(At least once in a while)
(I hate my lips, my nose, my) eyebrows
(It’s the beauty in me)
(But what he don’t see)
(Is that I had a black)–(bleep)—
To be continued… 11

[Bridge] Ladies and gentlemen
And you ain’t gotta get drunk to have fun
You ain’t gotta get drunk to have fun
You ain’t gotta get drunk to have fun (have fun)

[Hook + Bridge] [Hook]