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Kendrick Lamar hits back hard.

K. Dot why you gotta be like that?

After Drake launched a series of responses to Kendrick Lamar, the Compton rapper showed how strategic he is when it comes to rap beef.

While I am not concerned about damn near 40 year old rappers beefing, this feud between J. Cole, Drake and Kendrick Lamar became the talk of 2024.

The winners and losers of 2024.

"Euphoria"  was released on Tuesday at 8:24pm in honor of Kobe Bryant and also to aim at the 6 God's size 7 shoe remarks. Cardo and Kyuro produced "Euphoria", with additional production from Johnny Juliano, Sounwave, and Yung Exclusive. It contains a small sample of Teddy Pendergrass's 1981 song "You're My Latest, My Greatest Inspiration".

Lamar had to respond to the diss. After videos surfaced of him doing push ups, it became a meme. K. Dot had a chainsaw in the back pocket.

The release came on YouTube through Interscope Records.

The lyrics were brutal. 

[Part I]

[Intro]

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Euphoria

[Verse]

Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'

You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle

Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now

You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

The single was an instant classic.

[Part II] 

[Intro]

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi

[Verse]

Yeah, I'm out of the way, yeah, I'm down, okay

Yeah, the island here is remote, okay

I'm not thinking about no reaper

Bro, I'm reaping what I sow, okay

I got a Benjamin and a Jackson in the my house, like Joe, okay

Hellcat, I made your own friends sit and type, sell your soul, okay

Everybody wants to be a demon until they get chipped by your discard

And maybe I'll do a show a day, once bad, always bad

Ah , did you think that money, power or fame would make you leave?

Have you already played? Have you ever? Okay, bro, let's play

Have you ever watched your enemy get taken down with a bluff face?

Have you ever paid five hundred thousand to enjoy an open case?

Well, I did, and I felt both, but I came right out

I hate it when I rap talking about guns, then someone dies

They pay nuns and then go online like: "Pray for my city"

He's faking it for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done

The mention must run in his family, but let it get shaky

I park your son

The very first time I shot me a drac', the homie had told me that 'Aim it this way'

I didn't point down enough, today I show you I learn from those mistakes

Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage

I rather do that than let a comedian nigga make ’Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shot twisted

What is it? The brakes?

I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? OK

Yet, still he goes left, and I see two of ’em kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love him to death, and then in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase

It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh

I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh

You know I got language barriers

There's no accent you could sell me

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga

The crown is heavy

I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him I'll inherit the beef

Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you pusha-T

You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me

He's Terrance Thorne, I'm Terrance Crawford, yeah, I'm whooping feet

We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain't been ’bout critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk

I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck, ’cause they confuse themself with real women

And notice, I said, "We," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'

How many more fairytale stories ’bout your life till we had enough?

How many more Black features till you finally feel that you Black enough?

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough

You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'

Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one

Let your core audience stomach that

Didn't tell ’em where you get your abs from

V12, it's a fast one, bow-bow-bow, last one

Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

Remember

The memes are hilarious.

[Verse]

Aye, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?

'Extortion' my middle name as soon as you jump off that place, bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither

I don't give a fuck about who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk

I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word nigga, but that's just me, I guess

Some shitt just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess

Still love when you see success

Everything with me is blessed

Keep making me dance, waving my hand and it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? ’Cause I ain't see him yet

Matter of fact I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him yet?

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop a*s with ’em

Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits

I make sure I double back with you

You was signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease-and-desist on the 'Like That' record

Hoe, what? You ain't like that record

'Back To Back,' I like that record

I'ma get back to that for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas?

Y'all think all of my life is rap?

That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you ain't know nothin' ’bout that

Wakin' them up, know nothin' ’bout that

And tell ’em to pray, know nothin' ’bout that

And givin' ’em tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin' ’bout that

Teachin' the most, and take all the discipline, listen man, he don't know nothin' ’bout that

Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', he don't know nothin' ’bout that

Ain't 20-v-one, it's one-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring ’em out too, I clean ’em out too

Tell Bean that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or A.I.? Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen

Funny, he was in a film called A.I.

And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

I'ma blick niggas, all in they coffin

Yeah, OVO niggas is dick riders

Tell ’em run to America to imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence

What I learn, these niggas don't like the West Coast

And I'm fine with it, I push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family, crodie

It can get deep in the family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie

I be at Newhall King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blamy, crodie

Tell me you're cheesin', fam

We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

Aye, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and dump y'all niggas, like "Mmm"

Field goal punt y'all niggas, stay punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry, too

If you takin' it there, I'm takin' it further

[Outro]

Ooh

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

Stop

But in honesty, all they prove is that they are fans. When you have to go and dig up a past, call out rappers for things you've done and claim that you're not who you are.... welcome to the world of entertainment.

Rap music is entertainment. It is not a crime to be a rapper and rap lyrics that some consider violent and sexist. It is not crime to brag about what luxuries you can flaunt or the type of style you rap. It is not a crime to be a popular rapper or an underground rapper.

Who will outlast who is the question?