What they gone' do? Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga I can feel the money (I can feel the racks) I got some young niggas pull on the opps And they kill for money (they slide they slide) You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit

Going home to live Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world Trouble of this world, trouble of this world A man who's genius and freedoms and Ability to communicate and To talk, and to touch chords A man who has the ability and the audacity And

Siamo con il nostro dio scuro Siamo con clavi (Siamo con dio) We are here For your praise Our conjuration sings infernal salms And smear the smudge in bleeding palms

Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord Can

Head in a cloud And they wake up, and they go out We only wake 'cause our eyes are open Open so wide we walk in the dark Trying so hard to keep what we're losing Using our feet to show them the movements We were like them before we were older Just like

Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar This is king Kendrick Lamar King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw Fix your lenses forensics would've told you Kendrick had killed it

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh Darling, just hold on ‪What do you do when a chapter ends?‬ ‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬ ‪Where do you go when your story's done?‬ ‪You can be who you were or who you'll become ‪The sun goes down and it comes

But what if I need you in my darkest hour? And what if it turns out there is no other? We would see a sign Where do I turn to when there's no choice to make? And how do I presume when there's so much at stake? I was so sure of it all If this is our last

I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) My heart is like a haunted house They make their music in the night There's things in there that scratch about And in the day they give me such a fright There's things in there that scream and shout Wish I could find a