Kendrick Lamar - euphoria (instrumental)
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1:18 you can hear kendrick like he's in the other room
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Starts at 0:03
Everything they say about me is true (reversed)
Euphoria
[Verse 1]
Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I could double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you
[Verse 2]
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about 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 homeboys and them 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 though the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you played have-you-ever? Okay, n____, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to open a case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die
They turn into nuns, they 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 done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian n____ make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay
It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight 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
It's no accent you can sell me, huh
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 at Pharrell, for him, 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 Terrence Thronton I'm Terence Crawford, yeah I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gonna get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
I know some shit about n____s that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't about critics, not about gimmicks, not about 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 that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confused themself with real women
And notice, I said "we," it's not just me I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?
How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're 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 last one, it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow- baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk
[Verse 3]
Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?
Extortion my middle name as soon you jump off of that plane, 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 you talk, I hate the way that you dress
You know that we got some shit to address
Surprised you wanted that feature request
I even hate when you say the word "n____," but that's just me, I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed,
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be not threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's a real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you
You were signed yo a n____ that's signed to a n____ that said he was signed to that n____
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?
Hoe, what? You' aint like that record?
"Back To Back," I like that record
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna get dirt on n____s? Y'all think all my life is rap?
That's hoes shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that
And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that
And givin' tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that.
Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin; the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Ain't 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack n____s that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too
Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI? N____ feelin; like Joel Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called "AI"
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick n____s all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-hoe n____s is dick riders
Tell 'em run to American, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence
What I learned is n____s don't like the West Coast
And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a n____ one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie
Tell me you're chessin' fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, fuck y'all n____s, I don't trust y'all n____s
I wave one finger and thump y'all n____s like mmm
Field goal, punt y'all n____s, they punk y'all n____s, nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you n____s, and fuck the industry too
If you take it there, I'm takin; it further
Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do
Ooh
We don't wanna hear you say "n____" no more
We don't wanna hear you say "n____" no more
Stop
The intro💫😮💨
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Yeah it does
Drake: why do i hear boss music?
I sound dumb asf rapping to this bro my sisters think im high asf.
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0:57
you can kind of hear when it goes on to the next part
don't tell no lies about me and I won't tell the truth about you.
1:11
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Creating a remix of "Euphoria" that serves as a diss track about your brother Mari, focusing on how he's weak, might look something like this. Please note that the original song's structure and melody should be followed, and this is just a lyrical adaptation:
(Verse 1)
Mari, thought you were strong, thought you could last,
But every time I see you, you're falling fast.
You talk big game, but you got no might,
In the battle of life, you can't win a fight.
(Chorus)
Euphoria, you're not feeling it, Mari,
Weakness is your game, it's kinda sorry.
Euphoria, you can't touch this high,
You're stumbling, fumbling, don't even try.
(Verse 2)
Mari, you're always in the background, hiding,
When strength is needed, you're never abiding.
You think you're tough, but it's just a façade,
In the mirror of life, you're just a mirage.
(Chorus)
Euphoria, you're not feeling it, Mari,
Weakness is your game, it's kinda sorry.
Euphoria, you can't touch this high,
You're stumbling, fumbling, don't even try.
(Bridge)
Tried to lift the world, but you couldn't hold,
In the heat of the moment, you're always cold.
Strength isn't in you, it's nowhere to be found,
In the ring of life, you're down for the count.
(Chorus)
Euphoria, you're not feeling it, Mari,
Weakness is your game, it's kinda sorry.
Euphoria, you can't touch this high,
You're stumbling, fumbling, don't even try.
(Outro)
Mari, face the truth, you're just not strong,
In the song of life, you don't belong.
Euphoria, a dream you can't achieve,
You're weak, Mari, and that's what I believe
This was cool bro
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