no questionLyrically he's already one of the Goats
no questionLyrically he's already one of the Goats
Easily. I was listening to his Enemy of the State mixtape yesterday. shyt was just endless bars each trackLyrically he's already one of the Goats

Breh i was listening to this yesterdayEasily. I was listening to his Enemy of the State mixtape yesterday. shyt was just endless bars each track![]()

We gonna keep waiting too right on thru 2017Here we are in September and we are waiting on album 1 of the 3 promised in 2016.



Breh i was listening to this yesterday
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Who y'all suppose to be?"For a hundred grand plus, I'd be buffin' brass Knucks
Best listen to your dawgs, get Son of Sam'd up"
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on the micWho y'all suppose to be?
None of them close to me, my poetry poison til' they posing me
And little kids poking me, openly
fukk police I slip through they fingers like rosaries
Off the hook with the .38 rotaries
Get it locally, move anti-socially
Twice the rapper, get it from both of me, jokingly
So constant and nonchalant from BIC's to Mont Blanc's
Who's conscience he's not the one to confront
Even gangsta Lupe wason the mic



Here's an example of Kendrick trying to be like Lupe
@Zero Tell me this don't sound like a Lupe ft. Matthew Santos throwaway track that didnt make the cut for Food & Liquor from the flow to the hook to that "One Tiiiimmmme" ab lib
"They want to put me in boxes like chocolates"For a hundred grand plus, I'd be buffin' brass Knucks
Best listen to your dawgs, get Son of Sam'd up"
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WTF? I never caught that entendre before. Man, Lupe is killing me here!"They want to put me in boxes like chocolates
That's nonsense, nothing sweet (suite) about this
But the hotel room, presidential like the wrist"
this gives me chills every time I listen to it. Classic Lupe.
A youthful troublemaker, a world-class NCAA miler, a 1936 Olympian, a WWII bombardier: Louis Zamperini had a fuller life than most. But on May 27, 1943, it all changed in an instant when his B-24 crashed into the Pacific Ocean, leaving Louis and two other survivors drifting on a raft for forty-seven days and two thousand miles, waiting in vain to be rescued. And the worst was yet to come when they finally reached land, only to be captured by the Japanese. Louis spent the next two years as a prisoner of war—tortured and humiliated, routinely beaten, starved and forced into slave labor—while the Army Air Corps declared him dead and sent official condolences to his family. On his return home, memories of the war haunted him nearly destroyed his marriage until a spiritual rebirth transformed him and led him to dedicate the rest of his long and happy life to helping at-risk youth. Told in Zamperini’s own voice, Devil at My Heels is an unforgettable memoir from one of the greatest of the “Greatest Generation,” a living document about the brutality of war, the tenacity of the human spirit, and the power of faith.