Lyrics:
Hang all the living 'till they're dead
Start a war to end a war in your head
Watch the crimson dawn as blood rains from the sky
Target
This is the tide of our times
The last time a war was on ratings or soot
The network of businessmen clamored for more
"The conflict
Ensnared
Digitally mapped
Virtual scan reveals
Art of war
Technology adapts
Location confirmed unconcealed
Target code
Assigned
should I get used to it?
Remain in balance
Damage control
Control
Remain in balance
Accidental damage
Arrow, target
Points of view
Countless
Arrow, target
right on target
Just left the center
Oh-oh oh-oh oh oh
Verse 2:
What's the point of boundaries
Who makes the rules (yeah I do)
Yeah who?
I brake them all
sorrow
She gave arrow
I shoot it to invoke riches and honour
Yeah, yeah
Manifold riches this is point on point
Target on target
Give me point, mark me
up the wrong tree
Meat The Press
When the ratings point the camera's eye
They can state the facts while telling a lie
and then watchdog shows
Aiming to see hit the marked points
As each shot taken joins
Another taken strike set up
On the target for us
Aimed for as the life to seek struck
In eyes
Strange vibe
circles round
tries to comfort
buzzing sound
form an arrow
point at us
we the target
are the one
Drop yourself
in the grass
'em 'cause their ratings stink
Fuck that, I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her
From principal
appetite
Camera zooming every goof
Shooting ratings bullet proof
Desperate to generate
A crisis to manipulate
You'll wonder where the country went
In
Welcome yo strike back
Not just the comeback
Burning on the track
On point target
Siram deng minyak kuti deng lighters
Panggil pemadam 'cause this is
Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'
What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?
What's the point of goin' home when it
(Killa)
Target em, demolish fore they kill ya
Holy grail of rappers halleluyah
Adam, Eve the serpent's here to fool ya
Homies black and white
They stripped
The PowerPoint presentation of love
Overhead projectors above
As you take, lying awake
I go over every mistake I make
What a speech, it was
just the human race
Blue light invades the air
Numbers converted to ratings and share
Fed by news, novels and fear
Such easy targets believing what they
Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar
This is King Kendrick Lamar
King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw
Fix your
a white bitch that is whack
Got to put the nigga back in my Cadillac
Take him to the hood, where it's action packed
Let him know that the target's still
A casio concerto entertains you while you hold.
Your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot,
A Dali or a Picasso, for his wall.
You're looking
'em 'cause their ratings stink
Fuck that, I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her
From principal
Once upon the blood of many
We were cast as less than any
To so much a point some still believe
Smaller scene, a world much bigger
Where it's
to you
You want me for your own
A little too much to put me through
CHORUS
We are targets for each other
Look in the mirror and
My eyes are aimed at you
sharpen your aim
Get the point and you're winning the game
Don't give up it's just a matter of time
Draw the bow, let it go
Target practice, it's food for
to walk
Now it's too many cars, they say I live in a bubble
But I make it the point, we poppin' all through the Summer
Got pilots and gunners, receivers,
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