Hypnagogia

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"Hypnagogia" by Cambatta and Kendrick Lamar's alter-ego "ELEMXNT." Underrated song as f***.

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, wake me up at 3 A.M., never want to sleep again
Batta bring the bigger weapons, homie, that's my evil twin
Motherf***in' open mics, I'm finna let the needle in
For you to think I need a friend, it's me who make the planet spin
Release RPGs with the bullets I put inside the chamber
I'm tryna to keep the street away from crimes with anger
They love a little action. The moment I get it established
I see a demon whenever I sleep inside the ashes
Yeah, big mistake, bodies on my dinner plate
Show you where the magic lives, I cut through bitches inner state
I think that I'm the reason y'all rappers can't never meditate
I live inside your head, I stay in different bodies everyday
Okay, lemme demonstrate, Heaven got 11 gates
And every single one is like serenade from angels wait
For me, Em and Jay were renegades, the guns in hands
So lemme spray, where I'm from the lemons on the tree
Make no lemonade! Leave you dead before the coffin
The scene is seeing red too often
I talk when the bread is talking, I leave my bed wit' a carcass
Nigga, light the flame, I admit my idols not right, the same
I keep a Kool in me but my one is G. Rap, yours The Aid
I'm hypnotizin', y'all plagiarizin', lemme stick 'em up
I give no f***s, you're way beyond being p**sy
You're a sitting duck. Murder like Ana' the Op'
I think I need a bigger truck to run y'all niggas over
For them sh*tty rhymes y'all sing to us
Then I'mma get a little more scary in the obituary with Bloody Mary
Won't you like to travel to the badlands? The land can be bad
Enough it varies, and I'm toxic, more than the rap game
Everyone knows my rap name. Lyrical Ted Kaczynski
When the bomb in the track came. I told you for the last time
A danger to the innocent, good turned to evil
Mood kills you by the science experiments
So could you experiment, I'mma vomit so there will be no spits
To show you where the Devil lives, better for your head
To bring a therapist, nigga!

[Verse 2: Cambatta]
Wake up in the sunset, I don't ever get enough rest,
And I'm upset, MCs need to contest,
So my context is strapped TECs,
If I confess what I do on the church, better make a nun sweat,
Cheddar bubblegum she's wet, make The Virgin Mary undress,
Love lust and I love sex, only fun sex is the rough sex,
Even though we just met, this slut mess left my nut pressed,
My rap's origin dates back to the dust left in cassettes,
Never ever struck last, never did the drug meth,
But I've done X, mushrooms grew my lung chest,
When it comes to smoke bud' cess, I'm just obsessed,
Joe Frazier, I got a strong left! Had an mind but I lost that,
Had to lie I was 'bout to raise Hell 'till The Devil took his fire back,
Same fire is onto my tracks, God didn't died, he called me back,
That's why I got balls black, your fake Lord gotta ask why,
He ignored that, got a nigga trigger finger itchin', gimme mo' crack,
He's foaming overdose by his mouth 'cause I'm all that,
Wrap his body in an long mat' cause I'm all black,
When a man is a p**sy ass bitch copycat, what you call that?,
I'm an wolf and an panther, I'm T'Challa, Larry Talbot,
My d*ck and an horse match, I'm seen where my house at,
Crisis poppin' Prozac, slice pieces, cannibal snacks,
Yeah, I'mma leave you dead with Hannibal masks,
Yeah, I'm a wolverine, you're a wombat,
Got a lethal weapon for the combat,
Yeah, mixture all the elements of an bomb track,
I defeat you mentally with Don's crack,
Don't even try to argue against facts,!