The City (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

See any angels in the city See any angels in the city Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades Drive up out that muthafuckin' swamp in the Escalade So, before you put that red rag in your pocket, I wanna see your fuckin' resume Started off on ground zero, then I start to levitate Rip rappers a new asshole, I never hesitate Dre beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate I'm a give 'em hurricanes until another levee break You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate When a nigga whack, found me shit, I was selling weight Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race Six-four, in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape Fourth album, no five mics? Then let 'em hate But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the king in every state (see any angel in the city) Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs, my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the needle drops, for the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'm a tie a knot on a downtown building Let it toll behind me, tell 'em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings, this is me! I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died" Can't you hear my heart beating? That's the motherfuckin' West side, you test me, you test God I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me Then I can split you with this Tommy gun You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West ride I'm from the city where two of the best died Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em Damn, I said, I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em Name your top ten, I'm harder than the most of 'em Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top five Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga Sold five mil out the gate and numbers do not lie (see any angel in the city) Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs, my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the needle drops, for the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'm a tie a knot on a downtown building Let it toll behind me, tell 'em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings, this is me! I gave you The Documentary, shit was a classic Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package Came with LAX, since critics said it was average I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke And this is what you all been waiting for I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door What the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84 Shake you like Haiti's floor Walk up on you like, "What's going on, baby boy? " Shots in that Mercedes door Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more But I still owe Jimmy one more album The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin (see any angel in the city) Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs, my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the needle drops, for the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'm a tie a knot on a downtown building Let it toll behind me, tell 'em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings, this is me! Kendrick, and I wear a pendant on my shoulder Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over Johnny always lock a nigga down Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime Thug life is now on radar 'Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing on the LA Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to Westsiding Living in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion, trying And I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city, where a nigga had seen that shit "Compton!" A nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, never TV, screened that shit Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody seen that shit Red is a very emotionally and intense color It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate And raises blood pressure It has a very high visibility, which is why stop signs Stop lights, and fire equipments are usually painted red It also represents one third of California's gang population Needless to say, please dress accordingly while visiting the Los Angeles area Also, tuck your jewelry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle Thank you! Enjoy