Kendrick Lamar — Before I Commit Suicide

[Intro] Before I commit suicide, lives will be taken Mmm, real hip-hop, west coast [Verse 1: Kendrick] Yo, yo Before I commit suicide I see to it that a million MCs die, lyrical homicide Walk up on 'em, circle the block Hit 'em again less than 5 minutes exact, then fleeing the spot This is Armageddon, two weapons, two palms Guns drawn, bang! Motherfucker, bang! One man Vietnam .45 popper, rhyme like the 9-5 big poppa On a seven deck yacht, eat lobster with my comrades Head doctor, knee pads Gave it to her out of courtesy Curtains close on that Maybach Lay back as I hop on my underground shit Like a subway, derail the track, the real is black True rhyme sayers, hitmen, crime payers, llama throwers Hustle in front of corner stores Street catered, for been living on minimum wages It's not a threat, I'm doing myself a favor With suicide [Hook] Before I commit suicide Before I commit suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide I got my mind on the murder and the murder on my mind [Verse 2: Kendrick] You a liar, you and I are not alike I flow like water, purify mics Ask Sean Carter, Nasir Jones Or anyone sitting on the throne Don't get your career postponed Women, children, I rode past in traffic Can't steer, cars crash I got a death wish, you might be on my guest list I wrap rappers on stretchers Guns clap in the direction your sepsis No matter your gender, not sexist You MC? You better surrender I love breakfast, lunch and dinner Killing these rappers Sparring in the winter, training in the summer More practice, let's continue Doing numbers like an accountant You wonder like knife, how much money I'm counting You're damn right, I spit it pretty precise And whenever the verse is done, means I took me another life [Hook] Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide [Bridge] (Oh, you motherfuckers think I'm playing, huh? Let me hop on my Daddy Kane shit, jump on my shit, 'Naw mean?) [Verse 3: Kendrick] I delete MCs under concrete Verbal mass destruction, you want it? Then call me A killer, I put these rappers on their death bed One shot to the heart, one more to the head My rhymes so clever I never fall off From an industry nigga, they all get hauled off But not from a sawed-off, but more like an uzi Spit rap, and these succulent MCs get chewed, B Money, power, respect, pussy and pistols Hoes pop pills like it's a modern day ritual But I don't sweat 'em y'all, I just behead 'em y'all And leave the party jumping like players of B-ball The B-board, those will die who decoy Destroy any rapper thinking he make noise It's K-Dot, the terminator Fake rapper rhyme slayer Those who live now will die later [Outro] The suicide