Fall Music: Kendrick

F*ck Your Ethnicity

Fire burning inside my eyes
This the music that saved my life
Y’all be calling it hip-hop
I be calling it hypnotize
Yeah, hypnotize
Trapped my body but freed my mind
What the fuck is you fighting for?
Ain’t nobody gonna win that war
My details be retail
Man, I got so much in store
Racism is still alive
Yellow tape and colored lines
Fuck that, nigga look at that line
It’s sold out first day
Getting off work
And they wanna see Kendrick
Everybody can’t drive Benz’s, and I been there
So it make it my business
Stay giving my full attention, 10-hut!
Man, I gotta get my wind up
Man, gotta get down with God
Cause I got my sins up
Matter of fact, don’t mistake me
For no fucking rapper
They sit backstage and hide
Behind the fucking cameras
I mosh pit
Had a microphone and I tossed it
Had a brain, then I lost it
I’m out of my mind, so don’t
You mind how much the cost is
Penny for my thoughts
Everybody, please hold up your wallets
Yeah man, I’m the mailman
Can’t you tell, man?
Going postal, never freeze up
When I approach you
That’s star struck and roast you, oh my..
HiiiPower



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