[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 killers 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 kill 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 fuck 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 kill 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 kill 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 fuck 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