The City (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

See any angels in the city

See any angels in the city

Tell them motherfuckers I'm forever paid

California king, wrestle gators in that Everglade

Drive up out that motherfuckin' swamp in an 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, smokin' that chronic just to meditate

I'ma give 'em hurricanes until another levee break

You **** is featherweight, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight

Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate

When the **** Wack found me, shit, I was sellin' weight

Now a ****'s sellin' millions, now it's time to celebrate

Performin' in front of millions, ****, every race

Six-four in a '64, now watch the Chevy scrape

Fourth album, no five mics? Then let 'em hate

But I'm not stoppin' till I'm the fuckin' king in every state

See any angels in the city

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight

Give me fuel for the fire burnin' when I yearn these lights

In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write

Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I want that shot

I'm a raging bull when the needle drops

For the record, I'ma wreck it even if my record don't pop

I'ma tie a knot on a downtown buildin'

Let it tow behind me, tell 'em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children

Look at my heart, ****, fuck your feelings, this is me

I'm sick of motherfuckers talkin' 'bout the West died

Can't you hear my heart beatin'? That's the motherfuckin' Westside

You test me, you test God, I'm His son

It say in Psalms, you come at me, then I can split you with this tommy gun

You won't have no 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 fact, shorten your list, ****, top five

Game, Biggie, Hov, probably Pac, Nas

No particular order, bet a mil' that I slaughter

And serve ****, give a fuck what you ordered

How dare you **** pop fly?

When I'm the **** sold five mil' out the gate, and numbers do not lie

See any angels in the city

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight

Give me fuel for the fire burnin' when I yearn these lights

In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write

Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I want that shot (See any angels in the city)

I'm a raging bull when the needle drops

For the record, I'ma wreck it even if my record don't pop

I'ma tie a knot on a downtown buildin'

Let it tow behind me, tell 'em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children

Look at my heart, ****, 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

Spillin' red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke

And this is what you all been waitin' for

I'm the lost angel knockin' 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 eighty-four

Shake you like Haiti's floor

Walk up on you, like, "What's goin' 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 ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin

See any angels in the city

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight

Give me fuel for the fire burnin' when I yearn these lights

In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write

Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I want that shot (See any angels in the city)

I'm a raging bull when the needle drops

For the record, I'ma wreck it even if my record don't pop

I'ma tie a knot on a downtown buildin'

Let it tow behind me, tell 'em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children

Look at my heart, ****, fuck your feelings, this is me

Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier

Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted, got pulled over

Johnny always lock a **** down, knowin' damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao

Little **** Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime, Thug Life is now on radar

Till the federal come through and raid ours

Reminiscin' when the LA Raiders

Was in my home

Snapback fitted on my uncle's dome

And I don't condone dickridin'

I'm addicted to Westsidin'

Livin' in a city where the skinny **** die and the semi bullets fly

But it turned me to a lion, tyin'

And I mean that shit

Game came through, put the city on his back

I was in the city when a **** had seen that shit

Compton, a **** gotta scream that shit

Never went commercial, never TV screened that shit

Can't block or screen that shit

Now everybody sing that shit

Red is a very emotionally intense color

It enhances human metabolism

Increases respiration rate

And raises blood pressure

It is very high visibility

Which is why stop signs, stop lights, and fire equipment 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