[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] x2 Everything black, I don't want black I want everything black, I ain't need black Some white, some black, I ain't mean black I want everything black [Verse: Promics] I'm the biggest lyricist in 2015 You can listen to the verse and understand jus' what I mean I mean I got k**ers on paper that murder dreams Metaphors deep enough to bury H and its kings Listen, I got these ghetto kids lovin' the lines I spit street cuz I got the hood stuck on my mind Every track that I'm on is raw Why k** you? I jus' spit my one verse and I own the show I wrote this verse with a black pen on a white piece of sheet It ain't 'bout race but f** y'all if you think black is cheap I'm a real one, never been a Judas I'ont snitch Imma keep it real till my casket is six feet Listen, I k** crews like a cancerous tom I spit the truth, naked flames out the depth of my lungs We the real power emcees son School of Hip-Hop, A students never aimin' for emcees son You fightin' to get your names on the nominees We spittin' bars to k** y'all rappers and shutdown the industry Y'all can beef with us if you think you can stand the heat But one thing Imma tell you, you gon' fry like potato chips We the Optimus Prime Crew with iron fists and two things We are Slaughterhouse combined with Wu-Tang So stay in your 2Chainz lane and never mess with us We hardcore Canibus f** if you think we amateurs ah All the insults won't do a thing tell 'em they can make leather boots off my black skin I got so much credit enough to call the shots till my name is history Punchlines sickenin', my verse is electricity (What) [Pre-Hook] The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot