Mr. Lamar..listen, for all the rappers mad cause you missed 'em or or pissed cuz they thought your list wasn't finished, that harbor feelings of bitterness, hearts that''s littered with scars from the written bars that they took to it looking looking too far and intricately into it, see everyone gonna be quick to diss be ready to get it in fifty fifty spitters and listeners both, you knew that the shit was risky from people who misunderstood it for dissing the people you listed to the irrelevant rappers you didn't consider thinking you skip 'em deliberately then the ignorant ones that's screaming out blasphemy kendrick's king of new york but from cali? (what?) the audacity.. that's where the half of these problems spawn cause they heard the words but ignored the context, and react but they got it wrong like you calling out rocky, sean, jay electron, drake, and the rest of 'em? sure, but you're re ally making the best of 'em surface, cause nothing's making a rapper snap on a record worse than name drops in a verse that lethal, public, and personal everyone one of us cursed with competitive pens imperious egos, said that he's better than me? (oh..) never again bet, in the end...that competition's the only thing that can save us making sure we're so high even heaven's left in our angel dust is how the game became what it was the hunger pains plaguing the stomach of artists paving the way with their blood so wake up... I think that's the message kendrick intended if not, I'll send it myself, been through hell of entering benched having to prove that I'm better before ever touching the field so I know from experience you won't grow with nothing to build that's why we're stuck in a still frame.. who cares about who's the realest, who's rocking realest chain?! who's pocket is spilling change?! who's dropping the illest lyrics? no... who's words you're really feeling, no... who's flow is the most appealing? no the ceilings low nobody's standing to raise it without a challenge we're stagnant, when there's no talent to outshine, and no balance to to keep it's about time that reach to a change inspire each other to even if it means we're speaking their names and calling 'em out sometimes you gotta be the hero in a villains mask an arrow aiming at the throne, the narrow thinkers sit and laugh but who's the joke really on? silly pawns.. we can say to appreciate it, but you won't until it's gone mMr. Lamar, if I'm wrong and that song was only to flex you still lit a spark in this genre, and for that you own the respect for that we owe you the debt and we'll pay it with change...
