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Kendrick Lame-art is the false messiah of hip hop

    Started as the Anti Kendrick copypasta being spammed in IG due to the beef between Kendrick Lamar and Drake after both of them dissed each other through their diss track.

    Kendrick Lame-art is the false messiah of hip hop. Mediocrity at it's finest. He came out at a time where rap became stagnant, mainstream, and repetitive. He had Dr. Dre behind him, amongst a plethora upon dozens of writing credits backing him, and used Tupac's mythology to try and revive the Compton image through legacy status. They took a straight A student with asthma out of Compton with the name "Duckworth" and manufactured him into rap’s great hope. My Adolescence on Angel Dust is erroneously referred to as weed laced with cocaine, when angel dust is actually PCP, and cocaine cannot be smoked in a joint (hence why the crack & the crackpipe were invented). He goes on to praise the Negus in TPAB the exact same African kings that began the slave trade. Nobody reads too deep into his music because you see how actually surface level shallow it all is, his entire discography is littered with fallacies and hyperbole. 

    Anyone else try to show nearby black people that they’re listening to Kendrick?

      Anyone else try to show nearby black people that they’re listening to Kendrick?
      
      Yesterday I was at the airport waiting for my plane while listening to TPAB when a black man sat across from me.
      
      I wanted to show him I am not racist and that I stand with him, but not in an obvious way. So I opened the Spotify app, turned my brightness to max, and laid it on my chair’s arm. I don’t think he noticed though.
      
      I did this once before in my college class where a black student sat next to me. I decided to play some Kendrick through my AirPods and had my phone facing him and gave him a short nod.
      
      I like to think I’m on the right side of history and that I will make their day.
      
      Anyone else do this?

      Is there a TPAB for white people?

        Look, I love TPAB. It's my favorite album of all time, and I'd even go as far as saying that it's one of the best albums of all time, period. But as a frail white boy from a gated community in Vermont, I find it hard to relate to the subject matter of issues in the hood and criticisms of the black community.
        
        So I was wondering if there was something like a To Cut a Panini, a TPAB style album that goes over white issues like having depression, doing LSD, and committing white collar crimes like tax fraud. I don't mean this in a racist way or anything, it's just as a white man I don't need to be told that it's gon' alright, because I already know it'll be because I have a trust fund.
        
        Any and all suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Toodles! 😁👍

        It would be so silly if Kendrick got covered in slime

          For real, it would be so silly if Kendrick got covered in slime. Just enveloped in icky goop inhibiting his every movement. I bet he’d chuckle to himself, wondering how he got himself into such a mess. I bet he’d get hot and take off his jacket. Besides, it’s covered in slime, so I bet it’d be uncomfortable to wear. It’d be really funny if more slime got poured on him after, double sliming him. I bet he’d get flustered about that, wondering how all this goop even got transported to the ceiling anyways. I bet he’d take off his undershirt, seeing as it’s so thin the slime would seep through it, making it uncomfortable. I bet his six pack would look so nice with the stage lights blowing off of it, like a perfectly chiseled statue. A true modern vitruvian man, shirtless and slightly slimy at the kids choice awards. I bet he’d get a little erect after this whole ordeal, after all, it was probably a hot lady that gave him his kids choice award, and the steamy goop covering him would naturally stir his thoughts. I bet he’d start pitching a tent in his pants, and I bet he’s wearing some real tight jeans. After all, something too baggy and his stunning form wouldn’t be as well presented to the millions of fans watching. I bet he’ll realize it’s too hard to hide his throbbing cock while it’s poking through his jeans, so he’ll take them off and tuck his penis into the waistband of his underwear. I bet the tip of his penis will poke out a little, and he’ll realize there are kids watching, so he’ll scoop a little slime from the ground and put it on the top of his penis to obscure it. Those kids won’t notice, but I will. I’ll see the slime and know how he feels, and what he’s thinking. I bet Kendrick will sit down at the after party at Dan Schneider’s house and think about how good that slime felt on him. I bet it’ll be engrained in his mind so much that he thinks about it every time he has sex for the rest of his life. I bet he’ll buy his own slime off Amazon to try and replicate the feeling, but will fail miserably every time. I bet that’ll send him into a deep depression, which will lead to him quitting music. After all, the only thing that brought him pleasure in life was the Nick slime, and without that he’s nothing. I bet he’ll be wandering around the streets of Los Angeles, sad and single, and see me. I bet we’ll hit it off immediately and become great friends. We both love the kids choice awards, and that common interest leads to a strong friendship, which naturally leads into a strong relationship. I bet Kendrick will get on one knee during our Venice trip to mark our 5th anniversary together. I bet we’ll get married and move to a farm in Washington, where will live out our shared dream of becoming wheat farmers. Sure, we’ll argue and bicker, and might almost fall out a couple of times, but I bet true love will prevail. I bet he’ll hold me as the cancer finally reaches my heart and I begin fading. But I bet that won’t matter, since I’ll have the love of my life wrapped around my arms, and I bet the last thing I’ll see will be him kissing me on the forehead, thanking me for the love, the joy, the memories, and the reason to keep going. I bet our love story will end bittersweet, as all good things do. But just like any great love story, it had to end eventually, and I bet we’ll both be infinitely grateful we got to write it together.

          Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 5

            Open The Heart Part 5 lyrics

            As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
            And my perspective may differ from yours
            I wanna say thank you to everyone that’s been down with me
            All my fans, all my beautiful fans
            Anyone who’s ever gave me a listen, all my people
            
            I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor
            Rebellious and Margielas’ll chip you for designer
            Belt buckles and clout, overzealous if prone to violence
            Make the wrong turn, be it will or the wheel alignment
            Residue burned, missed at a inner-city
            Miscommunication to keep homi’ detective busy
            No protection is risky
            
            Desensitized, I vandalized pain
            Covered up and camouflaged
            Get used to hearin’ arsenal rain
            Analyze, risk your life, take the charge
            Homies done fucked your baby mama once you hit the yard, that’s culture
            Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
            
            Said your lil’ nephew was shot down, the culture’s involved
            I done seen niggas do seventeen, hit the halfway house
            Get out and get his brains blown out, lookin’ to buy some weed
            Car wash is played out, new GoFundMe accounts’ll proceed
            A brand-new victim’ll shatter those dreams, the culture
            
            (I want, I want, I want, I want)
            But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want)
            I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want)
            I want the hood
            Look what I done for you (Look what I done for you)
            Look what I done for you
            
            I said I’d do this for my culture
            To let y’all know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover
            In my mama’s sofa was a doo-doo popper
            Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain’t no Photoshoppin’
            Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
            No option if you froze up, always play the offense
            Niggas goin’ to work and sellin’ work, late for work
            
            Workin’ late, prayin’ for work, but he on paperwork
            That’s the culture, point the finger, promote ya
            Remote location, witness protection, they gon’ hold ya
            The streets got me fucked up, y’all can miss me
            I wanna represent, for us
            New revolution was up and movin’
            I’m in Argentina wiping my tears full of confusion
            Water in between us, another peer’s been executed
            History repeats again
            
            Make amends, then find a nigga with the same skin to do it
            But that’s the culture, crack a bottle
            Hard to deal with the pain when you’re sober
            By tomorrow, we forget the remains, we start over
            That’s the problem
            Our foundation was trained to accept whatever follows
            Dehumanize, insensitive
            Scrutinize the way we live for you and I
            Enemies shook my hand, I can promise I’ll meet you
            In the land where no equal is your equal
            Never say I ain’t told ya, nah
            In the land where hurt people hurt more people
            Fuck callin’ it culture
            
            (I want, I want, I want, I want)
            But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want)
            I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want)
            I want the hood
            Look what I done for you (Look what I done for you)
            Look what I done for you
            
            Take the drums out
            Phew, phew
            Phew, phew
            Phew
            
            Celebrate new life when it come back around
            The purpose is in the lessons we learnin’ now
            Sacrifice personal gain over everything
            Just to see the next generation better than ours
            I wasn’t perfect, the skin I was in had truly suffered
            Temptation and patience, everything that the body nurtures
            I felt the good, I felt the bad, and I felt the worry
            But all-in-all, my productivity had stayed urging
            Face your fears, always knew that I would make it here
            
            Where the energy is magnified and persevered
            Consciousness is synchronized and crystal-clear
            Euphoria is glorified and made His
            Reflectin’ on my life and what I done
            Paid dues, made rules, change outta love
            Them same views made schools change curriculums
            But didn’t change me starin’ down the barrel of that gun
            Should I feel resentful I didn’t see my full potential?
            Should I feel regret about the good that I was into?
            Everything is everything, this ain’t coincidental
            I woke up that morning with more heart to give you
            As I bleed through the speakers, feel my presence
            To my brother, to my kids, I’m in Heaven
            To my mother, to my sis, I’m in Heaven
            
            To my father, to my wife, I am serious, this is Heaven
            To my friends, make sure you countin’ them blessings
            To my fans, make sure you make them investments
            And to the killer that sped up my demise
            I forgive you, just know your soul’s in question
            I seen the pain in your pupil when that trigger had squeezed
            And though you did me gruesome, I was surely relieved
            I completed my mission, wasn’t ready to leave
            But fulfilled my days, my Creator was pleased
            I can’t stress how I love y’all
            I don’t need to be in flesh just to hug y’all
            The memories recollect just because y’all
            
            Celebrate me with respect
            The unity we protect is above all
            And Sam, I’ll be watchin’ over you
            Make sure my kids watch all my interviews
            Make sure you live all the dreams we produce
            Keep that genius in your brain on the move
            And to my neighborhood, let the good prevail
            Make sure them babies and them lead us outta jail
            Look for salvation when troubles get real
            ‘Cause you can’t help the world until you help yourself
            And I can’t blame the hood the day that I was killed
            Y’all had to see it, that’s the only way to feel
            And though my physical won’t reap the benefits
            The energy that carry on emits still
            I want you

            Why a dick as big as the Eiffel tower is not as impressive as you may think

              Eiffel tower dick copypasta
              in Kendrick Lamar's "Backseat Freestyle," Kendrick says the line, “I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower, So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours". While at first a dick as big as the Eiffel tower may seem to be a dong of immense magnitude, when taking into account the sheer size of earth, the lucky one to be fucked by this dick, we realize that it is not as spectacular as the young MC claims it to be. The Eiffel tower stands at 1063 feet, while the diamater of earth is approximately 41.804 million feet. If Kendrick inserts his Eiffel penis into the earth, his dick would only take up .000025 percent of the earth's vagina. That is pathetic. Kendrick is not fucking the world for 72 hours with his Eiffel tower micropenis. The Earth will get bored after 10 minutes and finish herself with a vibrator the size of Argentina. Be better Kendrick.