♫ Kendrick Lamar - Euphoria (Drake Diss)
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[Intro]
Euphoria

[Verse]
Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid, now it's spiralling
You movin' just like a degenerate, heavy antic, it's feelin' distasteful
Why calculate you, not as calculated, I can even predict your angles
Fabricate stories on the family front, 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of bеing accepted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU had nеver been your collection
How I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator, and a habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie 'bout me, and I won't tell truths 'bout you

Part II

[Intro]
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' 'bout no reaper
N****, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house, like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his own boys sit and type, sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played, have you ever? Okay, n***, let's play
Have you ever watched your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five-hundred thousand to like an open case?
Well, I have, and I felt that both, but I came out straight
I hate when I rap, I talk about guns, then somebody die
They turn it to nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"
He fakin' for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done
The mention must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I park your son
The very first time I shot me a drac', the homie had told me that "Aim it this way"
I didn't point down enough, today I show you I learn from those mistakes
Somebody had told that me you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage
I rather do that, than let a comedian n**** make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted
What is it? The brakes?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me more? Okay
Yet, still he go left, and I see two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage
I love him to death, and that ain't bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
There's no accent you can sell me
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish n****
The crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' shit, that shit for real, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push-a-T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me?
He's Terrance Torn, I'm Terrance Crawford, yeah, I'm whoppin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly faith, you should keep it that way
I know some shit about n**** that may gonna wanna look like a saint
This ain't been 'bout critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themselves with real women
And notice, I said "We", it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'
How many fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?
How many more black features 'til you finally feel that you black enough
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a n**** bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that
Didn't tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, bow-bow-bow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk
Remember
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?
"Extortion" my middle name as soon as you jump off of that place bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress

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