[Intro]

Baby you understand me now

If sometimes you see that I'm mad

Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel

When everything goes wrong, you see some bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

As soon as the beat drop

Within two bars, you already said I'm hot

They savor, my fruits of labor

My flow is sweeter than strawberries, oranges, and apricots

God-dammit I raised the standards of the status-quo

To go against me you gotta be more than professional

You got to go extra hard like an erection with no protection

And I be fucking all these bars

We be sexing I'm a nympho

For the instrumentals, all right, I admit it

Matter of fact I got a hot date tonight, real rap

Take this and take that from the machine

Got this money up, with no caffeine

Prepare me is Kerosene struck by a bolt of lightening

You looking at me then you're sight seeing

And what that means is that this human being is fly, don't try to duplicate

I'm authentic, I see you scoping my style like forensics, that is foul

Tech! Leave 'em by the benches

[Chorus]

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I see the future better than your computers

Apple software got the next 10 years scared I'm Fred Krueger

Rugers on my hip, terminate all intruders

Leave them dead inside the sewers

Shoulda' coulda' knew I was a murderer

Burning up the very sun, the rapture

The god is back, they said he'd come, but I came faster

I'm not an actor, if you play Denzel, you'll be thrown through a windshield

The 9 milli' is handheld, the AK is hands-on

Now the battlefield I can land on one thousand mines and don't blow up because I'm the bomb

Inside your CD deck, duck for cover, guard your neck, I demand respect

If I never see a check, at least I got these rap niggas in check

Preach Tabernacle fetch the holy bible if I'm lying

King of my jungle, swear to remain humble, keep my vision tunnel

Because I don't need to get sidetracked, my producer name is Sounwave and he gives me beats by the batch

[Chorus]

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

My flow cold, like Aspen

I love to show off when I'm in that Aston

Look I act a ass, but I'm not jack

A east side nigga I can get you popped at

A hundred rounds nigga stop that

You can't make that ass sit or flip-flop back

I'm too gutta nigga top that

This is lyrical homicide, not rap

So don't get it misunderstood

Say my name on your bars, shit I'm in your hood

With 45 goons 45 shugs

Chase your ass upstairs throw you of your roof

I see you big dogs, all I hear is woof

Loud talk, no bite, you niggas is puss

I'm off that bubble kush, thinking about life

Or how to make a mill and spend it all in one night

I just might...

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]

...Snatch your bitch if she got a great appetite

For the top dog catalog, that means everybody

Several bodies on the shoty don't make it eight rappers

Damn I hate rappers, don't call me that

If you called it how you seen it you would call me real rap

I don't fabricate shit, all I do is keep it real

Eat, sleep, and take shits wipe me down if you will

Hold up, big truck, lurkin' with the monster grill

Four fifteens I got beat like Emmett Till

Put me in my g-mode schooling every hot-head

Tell them about the g-code, like eskimos

My arms froze, popsicle

Observing the game, I'm so official