6 Foot 7 Foot Guitar Chords Kendrick Lamar

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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Said I'm a fuckin' monster
A massive attack I haunt ya
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Mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors
Mastered that after that I went for thermometors
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Popped 'em all, then popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
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Holla back they promised us
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No pajamas insomnia
Will attack, I attack like piranha does
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Hit your block like a comet (BLAHH!)
And you all know what time it is
N.C.
2012, mark your calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strap
Rock with us Metallica, competition no talented
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I'm in a jungle what's wild enough
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Just might stumble upon a pack of lions
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No lyin' my soldiers dyin' this is Iraq
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Alliances lining with stars and bars of a prison rep
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My science applyin' pressure her stretcher is needed pay the proceeds
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Or your livin' debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
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You niggas can't see me unless you watchin' the TV or ultra huggin' my silhouette
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My flow got the ceiling wet
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I spit 'til I feel my breath
Who sinkin' my fuckin' chest
She fuckin' the fuckin' best
Mean my dick is the dick of death
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Means I'm killin that pussy
Like Spike whenever that Jerry slept

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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Yeah Dre
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Me and Andre the Giant, 6'7 and climbin'
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Whether you storm to your climate
Whether your beat makin' or rhyming
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Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of diamonds like Jay fans
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On a island with Ray Bans
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Glasses palmin' asses that probably came wit a great tan (laughs)
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I be the motherfuckin' mecca of these hub city spectrum
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Where they at I will dissect them like a fucking frog rectum
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Why you wreckin' with irreputable my worst flow incredible
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They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
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Etcetera etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
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They tellin' us about shit, HiiiPoWeR in your mouth, bitch
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And Top Dawg can vouch bitch
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Nigga what you 'bout, about face with army outfits
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The generals here
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That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
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Penitence reachin' pinnacles of life and despair and me I solemnly swear to handle mine like a Taliban
and die for it
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Only difference is I ain't never askin' Allah for it
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Only difference is I be spazzin' and still a proud poet
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Put me in a category
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I don't know what's a sadder story
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Guts and glory
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Your pain bore me you ain't really lived it
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I take you to a block where they Crippin
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Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger than the torso of Pippen
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Bitch I been doin' before you niggas ruined it
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Show me somethin' different
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You either kissin' dick or givin' me distance
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You live in a district of dimebags and dummies I know your statistics
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Who your boss, he more like my assistant
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Get lost have a egg and a biscuit
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Break fast when we aimin' them biscuits
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Pay cash when your chain come up missin'
Q...Q

[Verse 3: ScHoolBoy Q]
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Double up, shit, what the fuck?
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Get me some my promo poppin'
Setbacks droppin'
Soon they watchin'
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I just lock and load explode
Target flowed I'm somewhere blowed
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Marriotts and Swisher Sweets
LA nigga prolly east
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Cheerin' for the ragin' beats
X O henny scrape the keif
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Bangin C I'm bangin' B
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Put them niggas next to me
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Stop and focus get the lead
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I'm here now let the hardest speak
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Ya all them dudes got ovaries, period
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Run on sentence still I'm ventin'
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Air conditionin' coolest breeze
Ill diseases
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Grip my penis, shoot my semen
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Still I'm comin', miles a runnin'
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I was learnin' getting knowledge
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Head is throbbin', she's a goblin
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We be mobbin' over bitches
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Stick and miss and she the business
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Get a witness pussy frenchin
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Yes, a mission
Poppin' off like a mission
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Proposition, gettin' money
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Drop a nigga, rush a nigga
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Stomp a nigga, crush a nigga
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Dust a nigga, copperhead gon' thrust a nigga
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Heatin' up the winnnin nigga
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Somethin' to remember nigga
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Hella sick, I got a spit
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Curse with a verse like God told me to kill the shit
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Load the clip Heckler & Koch
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The hoover king
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Bada bing by the ding a ling
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Natural hoover
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Fing ring with a vision clearin' it with Visine
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Asian from Beijing
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Money maker, cum she cream
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Feed the weak that's Wing Stop
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At the start with rain drops
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Autobot
Space shuttle shittin on your car lots
Boy style
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Could at least got a saturn, huh?
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HiiiPoWer see our patent, huh?
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Workin' on tracks like we never been free
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22 squezze niggas shootin' off C’s
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Please thought a nigga shot 16’s
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Rhyme 16’s
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Bada bing, bing, bing, bing.... bing

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
N.C.
If you want to be from HiiiPoWeR
Please come to friend zone
But don't wowwy
You will not suck on my dick tonight