Like it's so layered. The whole song, all the way through. Just the transition from the introduction where the music drop offs and Kendrick, homaging James Brown (a truest of true musician):
Then the music changes from acoustic and comfortable to STREET FIGHTER. It's Guile's theme! Sort of, just close enough.
And then he changes from Kendrick's story telling voice to 2020s pop rap voice but going "yoo, yoo!" like the heat is up, and it's too late. Drake told lies, time for truth. The bell rings, and Kendrick switches to crazy angry kid Kendrick from mad city.
For the next few minutes every time a great rapper would stop and let it land, he keeps pummeling. Changing voices holy smokes. Micro changes that carry meaning. Music theory can't up, but the Jazz crew will understand.
And it's all a buildup to the end where... Drake's in trouble man. He has to change, but damned if you do or don't.
Like J Cole spontaneously quit the beef with an apology, before Kendrick clapped back, even though J Cole was well within his rights, commercial incentives, and even arguably his criticism of some of recent-ish Kendrick releases.
We're witnessing something else, a special moment in rap history.
The song is amazing. But it could have been amazing and let Drake out, let them both stay the same and grow from the attention. NOPE. Tony Montana'd to the face right in broad daylight of the streets of Miami.