Poetic Justice - Terrace Martin, Kendrick Lamar

Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it

Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood

I’m talking 'bout dark room, perfume, go, go

I recognize your fragrance, hold up, you ain’t never gotta say shit, uh

And I know your taste is, a little bit hmm, high maintenance, uh

Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis

With poetic justice, poetic justice

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when

You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen

Better yet, where your friends and 'em?

I really wanna know you all

I really wanna show you off, fuck that

Pour up plenty of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name

You called up your girlfriends and y’all curled in that little bitty Range I

heard that

She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party

Nigga don’t approach her with that Atari, nigga, that ain’t good game, homie,

sorry

They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell

But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, P. S

You can get it, you can get it

You can get it, you can get it

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song

You can get it, you can get it

You can get it, you can get it

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song

I really hope you play this, 'cause ol' girl, you test my patience

With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations

You’ve been taking clearly a lot for me to take in, it don’t make sense

Young East African girl, you too busy fucking with your other man

I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane

Take you and your momma to the motherland, I could do it

Maybe one day when you figure out you’re gonna need someone

When you figure out it’s alright here in the city and you don’t run from where

we come from

That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice

You were so new to this life but Goddamn, you got adjusted

I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to the fun sex

Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh

Good God, what you doing that walk for?

When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk

more

And they say communication save relations, I can tell

But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, P. S

You can get it, you can get it

You can get it, you can get it

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song

You can get it, you can get it

You can get it, you can get it

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song

Every time I write these words, they become a taboo

Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here’s true

Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof

I’m talking poetic justice, poetic justice

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb

It’s you looking in the mirror, love is not just a verb

It’s you looking for it, maybe, call me crazy, we can both be insane

A fatal attraction is common and what we have common is pain

I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb

And I can see power steering, sex drive when you swerve

I want that interference, it’s coherent, I can hear it, uh-huh

That’s your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, uh-huh

Read slow and you’ll find gold mines in these lines

Sincerely, yours truly and right before you go blind, P. S

You can get it, you can get it

You can get it, you can get it

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song

You can get it, you can get it

You can get it, you can get it

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song

«I'm gon' ask you one more time homie, where is you from?

Or it is a problem»

«Ay you over here for Sherane homie?»

«Yo I don’t care who this nigga over here for, if he don’t tell where he come,

it’s a wrap!

I’m sorry»

«Hol' up hol' up hol' up, we gon' do it like this, OK?

I’mma tell you where I’m

from, OK?

You gon' tell me where you from, OK?

Or where your Grandma stay,

where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?»

«Enough with all this talkin»

«Matter of fact, get out the van homie.

Get out the car before I snatch you out

that motherfucker homie»