“Compton” probably sprang to life thanks to some cosmic tag-team of Tim Cook and Kendrick Lamar: Cook making Andre Young a billionaire, and Lamar breathing life into Compton due to his stunning albums. With that little preamble out of the way, let’s just “Talk About It” – no, not “Detox” (which Dre scrapped due to a lack of freshness). Jesus, I even had to figure out the lyrics for myself – imagine that (!) Without the memes, reviews or even the opinions of my friends, I had a set of Ears By Jay and my knowledge of “The Chronic” and “2001” alone. It’s a rare privilege and basically what we used to do back in the day – buy/consume an album for personal listening pleasure, without the need for analysis, dissection and the public mocking/praise of social media. Due to travel commitments I had the immense fortune to listen to “Compton” and nothing else since the release, with almost no influence from that pesky internet. The moment you're waiting for has come but the.“I JUST… BOUGHT… CALI-FORNIA!” booms the good doctor upon his (unsurprising) return album (his deal with Apple made an LP inevitable). I spit it straight through, this is take one Pain in the ass you'll get shot in the ass with a paint gunĪin't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't noneĭre make the bass pump and let the tape run for old time's sake I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mindĪll I needed was someone to co-sign, been a (Doctor's)Īssault rifle with the sniper scope for this whole timeĭay one, say when to blast just, give me the order, I spray, uh No signs of slowing these lines are my nines Like a whole furrow just tryna dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to find I'm still underground as a groundhog and I'mma go for mine So Doc turn the beat on, whose turn is it to get murdered on it?Īnd here's to all the years I spent toeing a line to overtime Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned in this bitchĪnd whatever bitches feel like they didn't deserve what they getĪnd whatever consequences come with every verse, it's worth it If my image even ends up taking a personal hit Karma's headed for Armageddon, the drama setter, I'm going inĪlready got an arm and head in, whoever said words are just words My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the hallsĪnd fucking goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls You felt my pain, it's almost like I poked voodoo dollsĪnd I hope my spirit haunts the studios when I'm gone I did was say what I'm feeling when the vocal booth callsĪnd had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw offĭecided opposing you is what I'm 'posed to do alls No one really gave a fuck about my descent, 'till I took offīut I stood tall, I just follow the (Doctor's orders) Never thought about how much my race and nationality meantīut based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet
Probably reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods' golf I was this good, scoffed, I just shook off In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself Than to be loved for who I'm not, that's word to Docįuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay Y'all don't do it for the love, for the love notĭo you remember where you started out though?įake it 'til you make it, take your little paperīut when you look in the mirror your credibility's gone now 'Bout time of the return of the fuckin' greatest
It's looking like a sign of the revelation These niggas in tight shit, I'm in the fucking Matrix Somebody tell me, what the fuck is going on? Niggas be forty-four acting half they ages The police got our name in all they databases Teachers so underpaid in these fucking schools Married to the internet, stuck in place, salivatingĭon't nobody love this shit the way I love itĮverybody out for fame, that ain't no exaggerationĭamn I'm getting aggravated, fuck, I'm getting agitated Kids sipping Actavis and they ain't even activated This shit over saturated, y'all can get evacuated
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