opps

• black panther soundtrackinde bulunan vince staples, kendrick lamar ve yugen blakrok işbirliği. vince'in big fish theory albümündeki şarkılar gibi. rapçiler amerikalı olsa da sound sonuna kadar avrupalı kalmış. big fish'de de böyle bangerlar vardı, albüm aşırı hoşuma gitmişti. şarkının prodüktörü ludwig göransson'u tebrik ediyoruz, kendisi son zamanlarda childish gambino ile çalışmakta.
  
  (bkz: sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun)
  
  [verse 1: kendrick lamar]
  fuck y'all want from me
  y'all don't own money
  y'all don't want from me
  y'all wanna die in the chase of things
  we all gon' die and break the thing
  trapped inside a burning church
  made it out alive
  god know my worth
  raw face, scarface, your face
  more defeat, ı know it hurts
  20 of 'em
  20 on call
  got 20 in my hand
  got 20 on judge
  gave 20 to my dog
  got 20 on girls
  that'll fuck you to— (zoom zoom)
  that'll fuck you to fuck you over
  take your safe, take your keys, take your rover
  take the heart you thought you had
  speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab
  
  [chorus: kendrick lamar]
  opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
  how you wanna play ball? (you're dead to me)
  [*censored*] takes all (you're dead to me)
  (you're dead to me, you're dead to me)
  you know what zone ı'm in... (you're dead to me)
  don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
  watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
  (you're dead to me)
  
  [verse 2: vince staples]
  hey hey
  ready, set, go crazy
  here to finesse, you see ı'm getting mines
  life hit a nigga with a lemon's lime
  like what at night we still committing crimes, spitting rhymes
  bought a coupe with the spinning rims, get inside
  bring a friend, bleeding hands from the genocide
  clean me up, beam me up to the other side
  brothers die, 'cause coons turn to butterflies
  they don't wanna see me sittin' in the benz
  they don't wanna see me livin' on the end
  of the city in a city wide bend
  show no pity in the city for the sin
  they don't wanna see me gettin' to the check
  they just wanna see me swimming in the debt
  don't drown on ground wait until you hear
  911, freeze (zoom zoom) dead
  
  [chorus: kendrick lamar]
  opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
  how you wanna play ball? (you're dead to me)
  [*censored*] takes all (you're dead to me)
  (you're dead to me, you're dead to me)
  you know what zone ı'm in (you're dead to me)
  don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
  watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
  (you're dead to me)
  
  [verse 3: yugen blakrok]
  ı move like a millipede
  when ı flex them tendons like rubber trees
  young millie jackson back to the shit
  mouth piece drawn, got a verbal armory
  stack bodies not figurines
  move beneath the surface, submarine
  ı'm half machine, obscene with a light sword
  look inside the brain, it's a ride in the psych ward
  what you standing on the side for?
  roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg
  spit slick, attack is subliminal
  flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister
  stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal
  gotham city streets ı'll blame the [*censored*]
  crushing any system, that belittles us
  antidote to every poison they administer
  switch it like time signatures
  colours in my aura tend cover the perimeter
  brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through
  hi-rez lasers wanna (zoom, zoom, zoom)
  roll over your eyes
  my strength ain't nothing like my size
  blades on the top, [?] cleaver
  tangle my chords like a weaver
  
  [chorus: kendrick lamar]
  opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
  how you wanna play ball? (you're dead to me)
  [*censored*] takes all (you're dead to me)
  (you're dead to me, you're dead to me)
  you know what zone ı'm in (you're dead to me)
  don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
  watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
  (you're dead to me)