[Intro]

Before I commit suicide, lives will be taken

Mmm, real hip-hop, west coast

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Yo, yo

Before I commit suicide

I see to it that a million MCs die, lyrical homicide

Walk up on 'em, circle the block

Hit 'em again less than 5 minutes exact, then fleeing the spot

This is Armageddon, two weapons, two palms

Guns drawn, bang! Motherfucker, bang!

One man Vietnam

.45 popper, rhyme like the 9-5 big poppa

On a seven deck yacht, eat lobster with my comrades

Head doctor, knee pads

Gave it to her out of courtesy

Curtains close on that Maybach

Lay back as I hop on my underground shit

Like a subway, derail the track, the real is black

True rhyme sayers, hitmen, crime payers, llama throwers

Hustle in front of corner stores

Street catered, for been living on minimum wages

It's not a threat, I'm doing myself a favor

With suicide

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Before I commit suicide

Before I commit suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

I got my mind on the murder and the murder on my mind

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

You a liar, you and I are not alike

I flow like water, purify mics

Ask Sean Carter, Nasir Jones

Or anyone sitting on the throne

Don't get your career postponed

Women, children, I rode past in traffic

Can't steer, cars crash

I got a death wish, you might be on my guest list

I wrap rappers on stretchers

Guns clap in the direction your sepsis

No matter your gender, not sexist

You MC? You better surrender

I love breakfast, lunch and dinner

Killing these rappers

Sparring in the winter, training in the summer

More practice, let's continue

Doing numbers like an accountant

You wonder like knife, how much money I'm counting

You're damn right, I spit it pretty precise

And whenever the verse is done, means I took me another life

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]

(Oh, you motherfuckers think I'm playing, huh? Let me hop on my Daddy Kane shit, jump on my shit, 'Naw mean?)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

I delete MCs under concrete

Verbal mass destruction, you want it? Then call me

A killer, I put these rappers on their death bed

One shot to the heart, one more to the head

My rhymes so clever I never fall off

From an industry nigga, they all get hauled off

But not from a sawed-off, but more like an uzi

Spit rap, and these succulent MCs get chewed, B

Money, power, respect, pussy and pistols

Hoes pop pills like it's a modern day ritual

But I don't sweat 'em y'all, I just behead 'em y'all

And leave the party jumping like players of B-ball

The B-board, those will die who decoy

Destroy any rapper thinking he make noise

It's K-Dot, the terminator

Fake rapper rhyme slayer

Those who live now will die later

[Outro]

The suicide