The Heart Pt. III Lyrics
| Song | The Heart Pt. III |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Album | King Of New York |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (feat. Ab-Soul & Jay Rock) | |
| [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] | |
| One two, one two, one two | |
| One two, one two, one two | |
| One two | |
| Turn the headphones up Ali | |
| One two | |
| You mix with Dre, right? | |
| Turn the headphones up | |
| [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] | |
| When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated | |
| That’s enough pressure to live your whole life sedated | |
| Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it | |
| But I could never rewrite history in a coffin | |
| So I’m talking to God, “Can you wash all these demons off me?” | |
| This last year I’ve been quite similar to Aaliyah | |
| Control my own destiny, only rapper that steered | |
| A G5, g’s give high-fives to me and say, “Kendrick, just persevere.” | |
| The presents of being rare | |
| As I lay in this four corner room staring at candles | |
| Thinking, “How can I make an example, for this generation of Compton?” | |
| My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished | |
| Or turning back to that same accomplice | |
| My past life was a child with no act right | |
| Trying to smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site | |
| Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent | |
| Assuring that some blossom early and some truant | |
| Thank God for the album I idolized | |
| It’s dark and plus hell is hot, that’s the start of this crazy ride | |
| Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage | |
| And thought we was Jay and Dame | |
| Thats the lane that we tried to drive | |
| Truthfully, I just started rappin’ to get away | |
| I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse | |
| My nigga got hit 25 times with a K | |
| Make the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse | |
| Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach | |
| Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote | |
| His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast | |
| Would live on a pedestal, once the shit hit the store | |
| Find ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out | |
| Soul told me that the record shop ’bout to go in a drought | |
| Q ain’t got a place to stay, and ’bout to sleep on the couch | |
| We eating off each other tray, the dollar menu amount | |
| Meanwhile the coast going hard at each other | |
| The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs’ comfort | |
| But I ain’t need it | |
| I never screamed out the ‘New West’, I didn’t believe it | |
| They brought each other down, I was planning out my achievements | |
| I need to separate myself to stand out | |
| I need a better way to take your fans now | |
| I need to kill you motherfuckers dead | |
| Three hollow tips aimed at your head | |
| I’ll be damned if the chopper jam now | |
| And we never asked for no hand out | |
| In the midst of it all I recall a called when you said how | |
| We could never resolve in The Hall of Fame | |
| And I’m with the trial with a Bible and a rifle | |
| I play the game as I plan blow | |
| Hollaback at me, nigga | |
| And if they said I’m the one, why you asking me, nigga? | |
| Cause When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated | |
| That’s enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David | |
| And pray to God hat make it or live your life in the matrix | |
| Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it’s quite contagious | |
| I need to separate myself to stand out | |
| I need a better way to take your fans now | |
| I need to kill you motherfuckers dead | |
| Three hollow tips aimed at your head | |
| [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] | |
| I’ll be damned if the chopper jam now | |
| And we never asked for no hand out | |
| I’ll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now | |
| In the midst of it all was cooking with pots and pans out | |
| Looking forward as four of us are forced to form a new clan now | |
| Fast forward as I wait in line for this passport | |
| The homies was still poor, was working at Jansport | |
| [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] | |
| Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre? | |
| Even Vanessa from XXL had told him to press play | |
| And there goes my fate, now I’m on stage with Snoop | |
| Gave me the torch and I ran with it in high pursuit | |
| Rapped with my forefathers, even record with Gaga too | |
| Lyricist of the year, fuck am I supposed to do? Rock | |
| [Verse 4: Jay Rock] | |
| Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes | |
| Exaggerated shit that we had rapped had came true | |
| Thought I was aggravated, when Warner had let me loose | |
| I was honest, see they was haunted when Mike Jones didn’t recoup | |
| [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar] | |
| Cool, cause niggas won’t outdo us in the booth | |
| Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof | |
| I came, I saw, I conquered | |
| No shame, I blame all of this on Compton | |
| Thinking about when Sherane tried to set me up | |
| Cold game, full circle, they set up her | |
| I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs | |
| The fight to ignite any wrong or right that I prolong | |
| The story was short film, the glory of him and them | |
| The worry of mother who don’t recover when baby killed | |
| The trial and tribulations, the newer Miseducation | |
| The view of body wasting, you knew somebody who didn’t make it | |
| The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question | |
| Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd? | |
| Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd? |
| feat. AbSoul Jay Rock | |
| Intro: Kendrick Lamar | |
| One two, one two, one two | |
| One two, one two, one two | |
| One two | |
| Turn the headphones up Ali | |
| One two | |
| You mix with Dre, right? | |
| Turn the headphones up | |
| Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar | |
| When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated | |
| That' s enough pressure to live your whole life sedated | |
| Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it | |
| But I could never rewrite history in a coffin | |
| So I' m talking to God, " Can you wash all these demons off me?" | |
| This last year I' ve been quite similar to Aaliyah | |
| Control my own destiny, only rapper that steered | |
| A G5, g' s give highfives to me and say, " Kendrick, just persevere." | |
| The presents of being rare | |
| As I lay in this four corner room staring at candles | |
| Thinking, " How can I make an example, for this generation of Compton?" | |
| My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished | |
| Or turning back to that same accomplice | |
| My past life was a child with no act right | |
| Trying to smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site | |
| Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent | |
| Assuring that some blossom early and some truant | |
| Thank God for the album I idolized | |
| It' s dark and plus hell is hot, that' s the start of this crazy ride | |
| Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage | |
| And thought we was Jay and Dame | |
| Thats the lane that we tried to drive | |
| Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away | |
| I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse | |
| My nigga got hit 25 times with a K | |
| Make the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse | |
| Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach | |
| Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote | |
| His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast | |
| Would live on a pedestal, once the shit hit the store | |
| Find ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out | |
| Soul told me that the record shop ' bout to go in a drought | |
| Q ain' t got a place to stay, and ' bout to sleep on the couch | |
| We eating off each other tray, the dollar menu amount | |
| Meanwhile the coast going hard at each other | |
| The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort | |
| But I ain' t need it | |
| I never screamed out the ' New West', I didn' t believe it | |
| They brought each other down, I was planning out my achievements | |
| I need to separate myself to stand out | |
| I need a better way to take your fans now | |
| I need to kill you motherfuckers dead | |
| Three hollow tips aimed at your head | |
| I' ll be damned if the chopper jam now | |
| And we never asked for no hand out | |
| In the midst of it all I recall a called when you said how | |
| We could never resolve in The Hall of Fame | |
| And I' m with the trial with a Bible and a rifle | |
| I play the game as I plan blow | |
| Hollaback at me, nigga | |
| And if they said I' m the one, why you asking me, nigga? | |
| Cause When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated | |
| That' s enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David | |
| And pray to God hat make it or live your life in the matrix | |
| Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it' s quite contagious | |
| I need to separate myself to stand out | |
| I need a better way to take your fans now | |
| I need to kill you motherfuckers dead | |
| Three hollow tips aimed at your head | |
| Verse 2: AbSoul | |
| I' ll be damned if the chopper jam now | |
| And we never asked for no hand out | |
| I' ll take you back to that pack of Black Milds in my hand now | |
| In the midst of it all was cooking with pots and pans out | |
| Looking forward as four of us are forced to form a new clan now | |
| Fast forward as I wait in line for this passport | |
| The homies was still poor, was working at Jansport | |
| Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar | |
| Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre? | |
| Even Vanessa from XXL had told him to press play | |
| And there goes my fate, now I' m on stage with Snoop | |
| Gave me the torch and I ran with it in high pursuit | |
| Rapped with my forefathers, even record with Gaga too | |
| Lyricist of the year, fuck am I supposed to do? Rock | |
| Verse 4: Jay Rock | |
| Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes | |
| Exaggerated shit that we had rapped had came true | |
| Thought I was aggravated, when Warner had let me loose | |
| I was honest, see they was haunted when Mike Jones didn' t recoup | |
| Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar | |
| Cool, cause niggas won' t outdo us in the booth | |
| Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof | |
| I came, I saw, I conquered | |
| No shame, I blame all of this on Compton | |
| Thinking about when Sherane tried to set me up | |
| Cold game, full circle, they set up her | |
| I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs | |
| The fight to ignite any wrong or right that I prolong | |
| The story was short film, the glory of him and them | |
| The worry of mother who don' t recover when baby killed | |
| The trial and tribulations, the newer Miseducation | |
| The view of body wasting, you knew somebody who didn' t make it | |
| The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question | |
| Will you let HipHop die on October 22nd? | |
| Will you let HipHop die on October 22nd? |
| feat. AbSoul Jay Rock | |
| Intro: Kendrick Lamar | |
| One two, one two, one two | |
| One two, one two, one two | |
| One two | |
| Turn the headphones up Ali | |
| One two | |
| You mix with Dre, right? | |
| Turn the headphones up | |
| Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar | |
| When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated | |
| That' s enough pressure to live your whole life sedated | |
| Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it | |
| But I could never rewrite history in a coffin | |
| So I' m talking to God, " Can you wash all these demons off me?" | |
| This last year I' ve been quite similar to Aaliyah | |
| Control my own destiny, only rapper that steered | |
| A G5, g' s give highfives to me and say, " Kendrick, just persevere." | |
| The presents of being rare | |
| As I lay in this four corner room staring at candles | |
| Thinking, " How can I make an example, for this generation of Compton?" | |
| My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished | |
| Or turning back to that same accomplice | |
| My past life was a child with no act right | |
| Trying to smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site | |
| Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent | |
| Assuring that some blossom early and some truant | |
| Thank God for the album I idolized | |
| It' s dark and plus hell is hot, that' s the start of this crazy ride | |
| Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage | |
| And thought we was Jay and Dame | |
| Thats the lane that we tried to drive | |
| Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away | |
| I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse | |
| My nigga got hit 25 times with a K | |
| Make the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse | |
| Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach | |
| Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote | |
| His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast | |
| Would live on a pedestal, once the shit hit the store | |
| Find ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out | |
| Soul told me that the record shop ' bout to go in a drought | |
| Q ain' t got a place to stay, and ' bout to sleep on the couch | |
| We eating off each other tray, the dollar menu amount | |
| Meanwhile the coast going hard at each other | |
| The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort | |
| But I ain' t need it | |
| I never screamed out the ' New West', I didn' t believe it | |
| They brought each other down, I was planning out my achievements | |
| I need to separate myself to stand out | |
| I need a better way to take your fans now | |
| I need to kill you motherfuckers dead | |
| Three hollow tips aimed at your head | |
| I' ll be damned if the chopper jam now | |
| And we never asked for no hand out | |
| In the midst of it all I recall a called when you said how | |
| We could never resolve in The Hall of Fame | |
| And I' m with the trial with a Bible and a rifle | |
| I play the game as I plan blow | |
| Hollaback at me, nigga | |
| And if they said I' m the one, why you asking me, nigga? | |
| Cause When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated | |
| That' s enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David | |
| And pray to God hat make it or live your life in the matrix | |
| Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it' s quite contagious | |
| I need to separate myself to stand out | |
| I need a better way to take your fans now | |
| I need to kill you motherfuckers dead | |
| Three hollow tips aimed at your head | |
| Verse 2: AbSoul | |
| I' ll be damned if the chopper jam now | |
| And we never asked for no hand out | |
| I' ll take you back to that pack of Black Milds in my hand now | |
| In the midst of it all was cooking with pots and pans out | |
| Looking forward as four of us are forced to form a new clan now | |
| Fast forward as I wait in line for this passport | |
| The homies was still poor, was working at Jansport | |
| Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar | |
| Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre? | |
| Even Vanessa from XXL had told him to press play | |
| And there goes my fate, now I' m on stage with Snoop | |
| Gave me the torch and I ran with it in high pursuit | |
| Rapped with my forefathers, even record with Gaga too | |
| Lyricist of the year, fuck am I supposed to do? Rock | |
| Verse 4: Jay Rock | |
| Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes | |
| Exaggerated shit that we had rapped had came true | |
| Thought I was aggravated, when Warner had let me loose | |
| I was honest, see they was haunted when Mike Jones didn' t recoup | |
| Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar | |
| Cool, cause niggas won' t outdo us in the booth | |
| Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof | |
| I came, I saw, I conquered | |
| No shame, I blame all of this on Compton | |
| Thinking about when Sherane tried to set me up | |
| Cold game, full circle, they set up her | |
| I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs | |
| The fight to ignite any wrong or right that I prolong | |
| The story was short film, the glory of him and them | |
| The worry of mother who don' t recover when baby killed | |
| The trial and tribulations, the newer Miseducation | |
| The view of body wasting, you knew somebody who didn' t make it | |
| The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question | |
| Will you let HipHop die on October 22nd? | |
| Will you let HipHop die on October 22nd? |
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