I Ain't No Joke

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

I ain't no joke I used to let the mic smoke

Now I'm like Mike Jordan with the flow

Identify with a scientific scope

Scope over the rifle

Fragments and potholes

Got rappers selling surveillance behind black tint in the parking lot at Roscoes

Making the change lift straight jack move

Pack 2 some mechanic

Pull it out you panic, flow nuts like cashews

Shift to Cancun, even though I’m Compton

Like Raider Caps and Corduroy house shoes

I be the illest witness the lyrical drug dealin’

When I distribute the word these rappers get hard feelings

No remorse sucka MC’s throw fits cause I carry the torch without Olympics

Kill all friendships all of 'em my enemies

Go against the God MC eternal penalty crucifixion

So nice wish you had 3 ear drums to listen

Damn right I be the don Corleone of rap songs whether on the east cost or back home

We clap chrome like magnetic monkey wrenches

Used to hop fences

Now we hop on top of bad bitches pass em to the homies like basketball assists

West Coast Vengeance, East Coast Revenue something new like

Pac in Versace lenses Big in the Khaki Suit

Best of both worlds when I step in the booth

Suicidal thugs from them him her and you

I kick away the chair you hang from the noose

Shoutout to sidegun and Papoose, Kunta Kinte and ?

Bringing it back to the roots, you understand

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

Yeah yeah yeah from Cali to N.Y

You already know lets get it in

(I ain’t no joke)

Like Mike Tyson in his prime, knocking out rappers with every line

Won't attest how I come back with a forty-five

Like MJ, sucker MC’s expire

LA Nigga not to be fucked with, Thug Quick

Guns tucked nigga we buck shit

We do pop take off your rooftop

On the rooftop with choppas infrared dot ya

One shot no doctors, just yellow tape and white sheets

Buck chrome tell em why

Living like felipe though you lay on our paper

Yo life we repo play for keeps, no need for peace talk

Catch contact whenever the weed spark

Yeah its chronic in whatever we smoke

Got signed but I’m still in the hood like a brick of blow

Hit the club made my pick n’ roll this should give em dough

Jay Rock used to be in them drug spots

Now I rap for the dough all for the Mula, hoo-ha

Sucker MC’s no threat, i could run laps around each one no sweat

They’d all be scared of me, no one ahead of me

Nailed to the throne, I’m a project celebrity

These niggas ain’t all that they said they’d be

Nothing but images raping the youth stealing their benjamins

Under the dirt is where we sending them

New coupe speed off color be cinnamon

Nike Cortez’s, and Pendletons

LA style hop out slide doors on a minivan

Its like that spray the whole block if we miss one spot, what we gotta do

[Kendrick]

Come right back

I play the passenger

Dumb shot then pour gas on ya

Acting like Nelson as I laugh at ya

[Jay Rock]

The young boy Casper ya

Ya soul rise out the casket bruh

New rap game lazarus, Top Dawg ENT Soliders ain’t nothing after us