[DerogatedD]

(Kendrick Lamar - Ignorance Is Bliss) (Re-spit by DerogatedD)

[Verse 1]

Lord forgive me..
Before I start,
I just want to say I’m not black,
But I’m the next Rosa Parks,
Now that I’m in gear, I put it in reverse,
And put it in park,
The engine to life has died,
And now someone gotta’ jumpstart,
I got homies on every block,
They pop up at your house like a poptart,
I heard your phone number start with 187,
I copped two .9s, and killed about eight teens (18),
I wonder if their souls ever reached Heaven,
I know I kept the streets clean,
Except for the pebbles and rocks,
The pavement which tires on top rocks,
Lean out momma’s mini-van,
And start busting the glocks,
All caught a full clip,
And went under the naval like sunken docks,
Sped off passing the limit,
Each clip we had didn’t have a limit,
They should’ve payed up,
Because we aren’t a gimmick,
I’m not a rap God,
I’m just Kendrick,
(Cause ignorance is bliss)

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

Now everybody put your hands up high,
If you don’t give a fuck, put your hands up high

[Verse 2]

The beat bang like Chief Keef,
I spit emotional,
Deeper than a coral reef,
Throw a punch and get countered,
Leave you 6ft under in eternal sleep,
I drop niggas like mixtapes,
I got one on the 22nd,
And I can’t wait,
The only thing I need to get up is my weight,
And I hope Martin Luther know I got a dream,
It’s to stop being mistreated, because I’m treated like a carpet,
So it may seem (seam) that I’m tearing by the seam,
Yeah, I’m on Cloud 9,
I had to multiply Cloud 3 to the power of two,
To learn how to rhyme,
I’m glocking the clock,
I need to stop killing time,
Pack two Mac 11s,
and stir your cheese,
You think that I’m Mr. Compton,
I tell these shooters that I have something in common,
Iraqi on the track dropping bars, prepare for a bombing
Blockades in my future’s path but I’m still not stopping,
I’m only a dinosaur on the beat stomping
These rappers is fresh meat on the stage,
I’m a K9, Chain-Chomp chomping,
Push a fresh Cadillac with dice in the mirror,
Army of Two part two,
Back to back, now steer 'er
Nuts like a ship wheel on my dick
I show these bitches how to mine gold,
Without a pick
Proves that ignorance is bliss

[Hook]

Now everybody put your hands up high,
If you don’t give a fuck, put your hands up high

[Verse 3]

And this still bang like Chief Keef,
I spit emotional,
Deeper than a coral reef,
The rap game is mine,
Grab it, then physically put it in my mind,
Because hip-hop is my only thought,
And you think you got the perfect one,
When she only a thot,
In a few weeks time,
Clips will be caught,
So bring your mitt,
And I’ll run after it like Romney,
I drop explosive bars,
Hiroshima, and the Nagasaki bombing,
The world itself might as well be Iraq,
Fame is the only thing that Iraq (I rack),
I’m running around your head like track,
So maybe you can see,
I break your track, and that your ignorance is bliss,
It might bring it back.