[Incomprehensible] threaten your freedom We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em We're all just slaves for the troop commanders
[Kendrick Lamar] I swear you people don't know Kendrick You don't know him But you say you want some more Kendrick I'm bout to show 'em Everything that
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Let's go out and have some fun With our ski mask and hand guns Driving fast cars to the sun We'll be blind but we'll die young We were wild when we were
Here comes the mechanical sun Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed Mist on the old river bend, yellow box hangs like it's dead The emerald silo
You're so hot, you're so cool I can see that you're nobody's fool Now tell me, am I coming through? It's too late, I can't wait Believe it's gonna be
No easy about it Born to a mountain slide You're gonna learn to take a dive No easy about it I won't tell you not to need it 'Cause you don't want no
Sunday's got a slave Monday's got one too Sunday's got a slave Monday's got one too Our sufferings are countless And our pleasures are motley few Spend
El Domingo tuvo un esclavo Lunes tambien lo tuvo El Domingo tuvo un esclavo Lunes tambien lo tuvo Nuestros sufrimientos son incontables Nuestros placeres
We hold the seeds of metal And we scatter them around We'll eat you up and spit you out Like a pack of wolves on the hunt We are the kings of madness
"Get off that stuff", she said "And I'll stone you instead" "Unchain yourself", said she "And tie yourself to me" We I'm on the floor, I play with knives
The stop is now, the slaves are all behind me I took a step ahead, I did it all myself By the power invested I me I got out of bed this week Now I am
Come over here Whisper into my ear Don't waste your breath On anyone else But me. And warm Your body in bed Let us wake up and talk a while I tell you
Yeah I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin I'ma catch you sumthin [Chorus] Nigga that watch is nice That's what you bought from me That chain is nice That's
-Peaches (Chorus): We could sit around and talk for days 'bout all the things that we would change But we never thought, never thought that we were slaves
Hook:(rpt.2x). Ski ski mask over my skull Papers in my mouth cause I'm real Bitch it's a house call Glock nine wit no love Killaz from the south gotta
You poor little thing You look very scared Are you a runaway It's okay I can help you I take you back to my place My intentions not what you thought