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letra de set precedent (oakland mix) - mykestro

[intro: mykestro]
oh yeah

[verse 1: mykestro]
ayy, i hear sk!ll still slept on, maybe y’all recollect wrong
maybe me writing in retrospect done kept home at a standstill
me and my chevrolet roam
the song of salvation ’til my larynx gone
leveraging, the resurrection was never set in stone
plagiarist-proof endeavors embedded this alone
the subject at hand as if my predicates on song set precedent
i’m addressing thе elements indulgеd in finesse
you less eloquent, rhetoric is strong where i reside at
i see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
they regressin’, it’s evident they on
what i been off, f-ck it, since the samaritans are sold
i’ma represent for self, this detrimental tone that i’m taking
the front runner of presidential polls
no arrogance, should’ve just got my jurevicius on
a vulgarist, the only heir apparent to the throne
can’t wander the serengeti in a brougham
youngin, i’m eons beyond the box
flow freon and still’ll ghost recon a cop
so phenomenal by design, we still pushing the envelope
no kiosk to vote, but, uh
most agree i am hope for the coast
low-key, i’m consulting to triage your pulse
on me, i’m the most slept on
[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
stepped on stepsons, father of rap songs
rightin’ my wrongs, writin’ the book of psalms
this is the word, word to the holy quran
or whatever that’s fond to you
i find it funny that you embracing the storm
wake up, ring the alarm
or wake up with a bomb through you
it’s baghdad, kids with bad dads, cops with bad badges
big bullets, no “my bads” when them guns shoot you
mykestro, i might go
out as the mike jordan, lacin’ my jordans and yelling out, “iso”
ike turner your idol, whip him and bruise him
stick poison inside of his pipehole, sad that you knew him
we influence the heart of thousands
that’s nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, but who’s countin’?
thirsty for success and we drink from the youth fountain
big-headed, tryna stay grounded like a delinquent in middle school clownin’
drowning emcees, they want life jackets
while we swim backwards, we yellin’, “n-gga, please”
pay your respect and recognize the alphabet
you can’t survive in a room full of g’s
coached by my uncle lil’ mane, i resemble him
they tryna steal the game and we k!llin’ all thieves
make ’em draw blood, let ’em all bleed
motherf-cker die, put a ribbon in the sky, tell stevie wonder sing
king of all kings, jokers and new jacks’ll get dealt with
royal flush when i drop sh-t and say these things
may i lean on ’em? ’cause half of these n-ggas maybelline
all made up
i’m ’bout to go dummy on a dummy, what? what?
treat ’em like some welterweights and stuff ’em in some trunks
f-ckin’ with a giant
i’m forest whitaker sparring with some forrest gumps
what you want?
huh? kendrick lamar
[verse 3: mykestro]
what a dilemma, tryna dilla the charts with incentive
see, i’m a definitive n-gga for starts, no one similar
iller the way i deliver, they harp
i be rhythm and ritalin, sittin’, assemblin’ sentiments
diligence, then again, i did administer art in percentages
this is just another sinister start, so consider this
exhibition as a privilege, park
and watch me meadowlark lemon my part
sh-t’s riveting what i’ve written, ’til a n-gga depart, ’bout a dividend
considering the withering of words
nothing reelin’ in the urge to revisit all the sh-t i been hearin’
emerge through provision and of nerve
we stern, this here is endearing and deserved
nothing like y’all as far as era is concerned
you don’t know about us, then your ear ain’t to the curb
sermons be piercin’ to your courage
for real, against all odds, i’m the fiercest with the term
the nonchalant nod when the iffiness occurs
h-lla picky and done sweated out the prissiest of perms
i walk in the room, b-tches’ vickies get submerged
sh-t that used to be clear, the vindictive me done blurred
and i ain’t satisfied ’til the denser me can splurge
at the embassy, my enemies can burn
i defer all amenities with hopes that my sins will be adjourned
n-ggas diddle my abilities to remedy concern
we at sk!llzstillappeal let the chemistry converge
and the trilogies, the humility is in the urn
you ain’t feeling me, the new humidity is here
i’m somewhere between bein’ kenny g and murs
if sh-t don’t blend like hennessy and kern’s
i’ll encourage infamy, you get an empty me in turn
[verse 4: kendrick lamar]
i return before tables get turned, it’s my turn, spur of the moment
i reproduce sperm, they tryna clone it
stand firm, bumpin’ the firm, “phone tap,” i’m on it
i slaughter every opponent to bits of components, pwn it
you can’t f-ck with the horsepower, y’all woofin’ too much
and ’bout to go ho-rs-, coward, as soon as i bust, pause
you put your hands on a broad, then tellin’ me you can brawl
you thought you saw me when you saw saw, frightenin’
more reckless than a paisa driving without license
hittin’ your new truck, then leavin’ you hikin’
they said no, the industry let it go
i cracked the window, then hit the back door like trick dices
stickin’ and movin’ and movin’ and stickin’ the prices
uppin’ the ante before i’m an antique, i promise you hear me clear
even if you need three ears with tyson
grippin’ the panties, big booty, no whammies, they dykin’
i’m likin’ ’em all, we sippin’ pink panties, haters’ll spike it
voicin’ opinions, but holdin’ laryngitis
see, i don’t hear ’em, i’m a winner by law
track ’em down like a subway when they subpar
subzero every time i jump in the synagogue
send an angel, send a god, i don’t make it look hard, i know (know, know, know, know)
i just let the thoughts take its toll
more sentences than level-four yard
bogart, go hard, black tar, concrete
convict times pappy mason times three
uncle toms need tums to stomach atomic bombs or die from my wizardry
rza, gza, method man, i’m a k!ller bee
k!ll or be k!lled, make your embassy yield, this is not your cup of tea
and oh (oh, oh, oh, oh)
they say waters run deep, dive in bermuda triangles and you’ll see us
we must leave dust behind, emcees duck
deduct, revenue decline when we touch
down like a running back’s grind, can you keep up?
or keep away for keepsake and— f-ck
we must leave dust behind, emcees duck
deduct, revenue decline when we touch
down like a running back’s grind, can you keep up?
you keep a safe for keepsake, that ain’t safe, bluh (bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh)

[outro: kendrick lamar]
kendrick
kendrick lamar (bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh)

- mykestro

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