Kendrick Lamar DNA.

I got, I got, I got, I got

Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA

I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA

I got hustle though, ambition, flow, inside my DNA

I was born like this, since one like this

Immaculate conception

I transform like this, perform like this

Was Yeshua’s new weapon

I don’t contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head

This that put-the-kids-to-bed

This that I got, I got, I got, I got

Realness, I just kill shit ’cause it’s in my DNA

I got millions, I got riches buildin’ in my DNA

I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA

I got off, I got troublesome, heart inside my DNA

I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve

Yeah, that’s him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird

You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard

I know how you work, I know just who you are

See, you’s a, you’s a, you’s a-

Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA

Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA

Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA

Backbone don’t exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge

See, my pedigree most definitely don’t tolerate the front

Shit I’ve been through prolly offend you

This is Paula’s oldest son

I know murder, conviction

Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption

Scholars, fathers dead with kids

And I wish I was fed forgiveness

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA

Born inside the beast

My expertise checked out in second grade

When I was 9, on-sale motel, we didn’t have nowhere to stay

At 29, I’ve done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate

And I’m gon’ shine like I’m supposed to

Antisocial, extrovert

And excellent mean the extra work

And absentness what the fuck you heard

And pessimists never struck my nerve

And that’s a riff, gonna plead this case

The reason my power’s here on earth

Salute the truth, when the prophet say

I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

This is why I say that hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism in recent years

I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

I live a better life, I’m rollin’ several dice, fuck your life

I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

I live a better, fuck your life

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

This is my heritage, all I’m inheritin’

Money and power, the mecca of marriages

Tell me somethin’

You mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’

I’d rather die than to listen to you

My DNA not for imitation

Your DNA an abomination

This how it is when you’re in the Matrix

Dodgin’ bullets, reapin’ what you sow

And stackin’ up the footage, livin’ on the go

And sleepin’ in a villa

Sippin’ from a Grammy and walkin’ in the buildin’

Diamond in the ceilin’, marble on the floors

Beach inside the window, peekin’ out the window

Baby in the pool, godfather goals

Only Lord knows, I’ve been goin’ hammer

Dodgin’ paparazzi, freakin’ through the cameras

Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin’ sandals

Yoga on a Monday, stretchin’ to Nirvana

Watchin’ all the snakes, curvin’ all the fakes

Phone never on, I don’t conversate

I don’t compromise, I just penetrate

Sex, money, murder-these are the breaks

These are the times, level number 9

Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way

Sentence on the way, killings on the way

Motherfucker, I got winners on the way

You ain’t shit without a body on your belt

You ain’t shit without a ticket on your plate

You ain’t sick enough to pull it on yourself

You ain’t rich enough to hit the lot and skate

Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate

Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith

Peace to the world, let it rotate

Sex, money, murder-our DNA

DNA

Gimme some ganja, gimme some ganja

DNA

Gimme some ganja

Real nigga in my DNA

Ain’t no ho inside my DNA

Drippin’ gold inside my DNA

Power shows in my DNA

DNA

Gimme some ganja, gimme some ganja

Real nigga in my DNA

Ain’t no ho inside my DNA

Kendrick Lamar FEEL.

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

I feel like a chip on my shoulders

I feel like I’m losin’ my focus

I feel like I’m losin’ my patience

I feel like my thoughts in the basement

Feel like, I feel like you’re miseducated

Feel like I don’t wanna be bothered

I feel like you may be the problem

I feel like it ain’t no tomorrow, fuck the world

The world is endin’, I’m done pretendin’

And fuck you if you get offended

I feel like friends been overrated

I feel like the family been fakin’

I feel like the feelings are changin’

Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded

Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it

Feel like I ain’t feelin’ you all

Feel like removin’ myself, no feelings involved

I feel for you, I’ve been in the field for you

It’s real for you, right? Shit, I feel like-

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Ain’t nobody prayin’

I feel niggas been out of pocket

I feel niggas tappin’ they pockets

I feel like debating on who the greatest can stop it

I am legend, I feel like all of y’all is peasants

I feel like all of y’all is desperate

I feel like all it take is a second to feel like

Mike Jordan whenever holdin’ a real mic

I ain’t feelin’ your presence

Feel like I’ma learn you a lesson

Feel like only me and the music, though

I feel like your feelin’ ain’t mutual

I feel like the enemy you should know

Feel like the feelin’ of no hope

The feelin’ of bad dope

A quarter ounce manipulated from soap

The feelin’, the feelin’ of false freedom

I’ll force-feed ’em the poison that fill ’em up in the prison

I feel like it’s just me

Look, I feel like I can’t breathe

Look, I feel like I can’t sleep

Look, I feel heartless, often off this

Feelin’ of fallin’, of fallin’ apart with

Darkest hours, lost it

Fillin’ the void of bein’ employed with ballin’

Streets is talkin’, fill in the blanks with coffins

Fill up the banks with dollars

Fill up the graves with fathers

Fill up the babies with bullshit

Internet blogs and pulpit, fill ’em with gossip

I feel like this gotta be the feelin’ what ‘Pac was

The feelin’ of an apocalypse happenin’

But nothin’ is awkward, the feelin’ won’t prosper

The feelin’ is toxic, I feel like I’m boxin’ demons

Monsters, false prophets schemin’

Sponsors, industry promises

Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton

Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage

Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert

Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters

I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us

I can feel it, the dream is more than process

I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness

I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic

I feel like say somethin’, I feel like take somethin’

I feel like skatin’ off, I feel like waitin’ for ’em

Maybe it’s too late for ’em

I feel like the whole world want me to pray for ’em

But who the fuck prayin’ for me?

Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Who prayin’ for me?

Ain’t nobody prayin’

Kendrick Lamar Cut You Off (To Grow Closer)

Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh-uh-uh, uh

Ali, you thirsty on Twitter [laughs]

You boo-boo, you T

You turned down, you thirsty

You boo-boo

Uh, I’m tryna learn something new

I’m tryna find myself, I’m searching deep for Kendrick Lamar

I read about Napoleon Hill and try to know God

They say he the key to my blessings

and if I speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

Money flow like water, I’ll just wait at the dock

And by the way I’ma start, finding more light to shed

like a small garage in your backyard

I’m back chilling with a friend of mine, she mighty fine

But I notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Always hollering who she don’t like, and who she kick it with

Who she wanna fight, who wearing a weave

Who Dooney & Bourke bag is fake, who holding the keys

to the car she drove last year, or who fucking on who

and who need a pap smear, getting on my nerves

But before your negative energy curve, bitch, I’ma cut you off

[Chorus]

Cause every time you come around you be hollering that

whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah

He say, she say, oh my God

Shut the fuck up… hoe

Every time you come around you be hollering that

whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah

He say, she say

Uh, I’m tryna learn something new

I’m tryna surround myself with people that inspire me

or at least inquire similar desires

to do what it T-A-K-E just to reach the T-O-P

I’m talking ideas, motivation

It’s more than making enemies my nigga

Oh, that’s not your memo? Then tell me why you constant stressing

on how much you well connected like centipedes my nigga?

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Every second tell me how you pressed him at the Monte Crystal

Where so-and-so from, and what neighborhoods beefing

Who baby momma’s a rat, and who got killed last weekend

That shit is mad depressing, bringing me down

Speak on something with some substance that can get us both paid

rather than telling me how these niggas jocking your style

or his rims ain’t bigger, pussy nigga, I’ma cut you off

[Chorus]

Cause every time you come around you be hollering that

whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah

He say, she say, oh my God

Shut the fuck up… scary ass

Every time you come around you be hollering that

whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah

He say, she say

Uh, I’m tryna learn something new

I’m tryna better my chances of becoming a star

I’m tryna feel the vibe of Mona Lisa, studying art

Now paint that picture, life behind bars

Remember the very day I got caught?

I murdered a rapper, and you filed the police report?

See what I was taught, family is all I need

But indeed, them too can run me right up a tree

Constantly talking shit bout the next relative

Wanting me to take sides, but I’d never give in

Ever since grandma died everyone parted ways

Argue on holidays, left my uncle in prison

For fifteen years no one paid, him attention but moms

Yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Come to my house just to yap about your own people, dang

And if your blood wasn’t running through my veins

I would probably cut y’all off, too, yep

[Chorus]

Cause every time you come around y’all be hollering that

whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah

He say, she say, oh my God

Shut the fuck up… keep it running Ali

Every time you come around you be hollering that

whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah

He say, she say

So tell ’em shut the fuck up

Tell ’em shut the fuck up

Yeah bitch you boo-boo, you T

You turned down, you thirsty

Tell ’em shut the fuck up

Tell ’em shut the fuck up

Yeah nigga you boo-boo, you T

You turned down, you thirsty

You thirsty, you boo-boo

You T, you turned down

You boo-boo, you T

You boo-boo, you turned down

You thirsty, you T

You boo-boo, you turned down

You boo-boo, you T

You turned down, you weak

You weak, yo’ bitch weak

Yeah [laughs]

You boo-boo, you T [laughs]

Keep all that

[Outro:]

What is HiiiPoWeR?

HiiiPoWeR is the way we think, the way we live

See it’s known today that the human race is nothing

No moral, no standards

What we’re about to do is raise the level of expectations

No you don’t have to have a lot of money

You don’t have to be rich

But you will be rich in mind and spirit

Some say it’s as big as a crew, some say it’s as big as a gang

HiiiPoWeR, we stand for it as if it’s as big as a religion

Kendrick Lamar I Hate You

September 22nd, 2009

Kendrick Lamar, to… to…

Let me start off this letter saying I don’t like you

Scared of you, but I will fight you

I stare at the ceiling and think about you

Curiosity killing me, thinking of when I’ma meet you

You introduced yourself to so many others, mothers, sisters and brothers

Children and babies, drive me crazy, I wonder

why you love people that love people that do right?

Is it rocket science to you, or is it just your type?

One of my biggest fears

is waking up four in the morning and gotta hear you met one of my peers

Or maybe a family member that you thought was cool

Or maybe a person that I’ll never meet cause of you

You, son of a bitch, and I wish you never existed

And I swear I’d blow your brains out if you paid me a visit

But that’s not realistic, cause you’ll never write

But I’ma still send this letter off, P.O. Box

and when you get it

[Chorus]

Please take it personal

Please take it personal

Please take it personal

because it’s personal

Let me continue this letter saying I don’t like you

I’m scared of you, but I will fight you

Should be ashamed of the moves you make

The pain you bring, the sorrow and the hearts you break

Every day you remind me that you’re always there

cause every time I come around, someone’s getting shot down

And all I say is a prayer, so help me Lord

Then the Lord talk back, I can’t help you boy

That’s fucked up, my luck’s fucked, was cursed before birth

and what’s fucked up, I gotta live my life with the hurt

of knowing that you’re everlasting, dwelling upon the masses

of the earth, fatal assassins snatch your bodies

Probably, on my notepad as I write

Why the fuck you wanna take my life?

Sooner or later, I’m tired and weary and my gray hairs are not in my favor

So when I write on this paper, it’s real talk, so

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar as ‘Death’ (screwed vocals)]

Let me start off this letter saying I don’t like you too

and the reason why we haven’t met because I’ve been busy dude

But ever since grade school I watched your every move

You slipped up a few times

I gave you a pass, so don’t say I ain’t sympathetic

But you can bet it, your curiosity, I’ma dead it

Everybody wanna know why I act this way

Let’s just say, I had a bad day

Matter of fact everyday, gotta take it out on somebody

and you could probably find me wherever the wolves parade

I was born to be a killjoy, I’m a old brat

conceived by Adam and Eve, so who you mad at?

Not me, see me, I’m just doing my job

and you ducking me is mos def an odd

So why send this letter as if I never knew you?

I’d rather knock on your door and just give it to you

[Ab-Soul talking]

It’s everywhere, the streets, the corners

The coroners, the morgues

Cemeteries, hospitals

Heard about ’em when I was little

Tomorrow’s not promised

Cause any day he can be knocking at your front door

War, genocide, homicide

Suicide, all coincide

Signed and sealed by the living

Make it, don’t take it

[Chorus]

Kendrick Lamar LOYALTY.

[DJ Dahi:]

I said I’m geeked and I’m fired up (fired, fire)

All I want tonight is just to get high up (high, high, high)

Girl, you look so good, it’s to die for (die for)

Ooh, that pussy good, it’s to die for (on fire)

[Kendrick Lamar & Rihanna:]

It’s a secret society

All we ask is trust

(All we ask is trust)

All we got is us

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Kung Fu Kenny now

My resume is real enough for two millenniums

A better way to make a wave, stop defendin’ them

I meditate and moderate all of my wins again

I’m hangin’ on the fence again

I’m always on your mind

I put my lyric and my lifeline on the line

And ain’t no limit when I might shine, might grind

You rollin’ with it at the right time, right now

(Only for the dollar sign)

[Rihanna:]

Bad gyal RiRi now

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, deeper now

On your pulse like it’s EDM

Gas in the bitch like it’s premium

Haul ass on a bitch all in the fast lane

Been a bad bitch way before any cash came

I’m established

Hundred carats on my name

Run the atlas, I’m a natural, I’m alright

[Kendrick Lamar:]

I’m a savage, I’m a asshole, I’m a king

[Rihanna:]

Shimmy-yeah, shimmy-yeah, shimmy-yeah, rock (yeah)

[Kendrick Lamar:]

You can tell your nigga he can meet me outside (yeah)

You can babysit him when I leave him outside

[Rihanna:]

Ain’t no other love like the one I know

[Kendrick Lamar:]

I done been down so long lost hope

I done came down so hard I slowed

I don’t sleep forever, all a real nigga want

[DJ Dahi:]

I said I’m geeked and I’m fired up (fired, fire)

All I want tonight is just to get high up (yeah)

(All I want is, all I want is)

[Kendrick Lamar (Rihanna):]

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

(10-4, no switchin’ sides)

Feel somethin’ wrong

(You actin’ shifty, you don’t ride)

With me no more, I need

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Tell me who you loyal to

Is it money? Is it fame? Is it weed? Is it drink?

Is it comin’ down with the loud pipes and the rain?

Big chillin’, only for the power in your name

Tell me who you loyal to

Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark?

Is it unconditional when the ‘Rari don’t start?

Tell me when your loyalty is comin’ from the heart

[Rihanna:]

Tell me who you loyal to

Do it start with your woman or your man? (Mmm)

Do it end with your family and friends? (Mmm)

Or you’re loyal to yourself in advance?

I said, tell me who you loyal to

Is it anybody that you would lie for?

Anybody you would slide for?

Anybody you would die for?

[Kendrick Lamar:] That’s what God for

[DJ Dahi:]

I said I’m geeked and I’m fired up (fired, fire)

All I want tonight is just to get high up

(All I want is, all I want is)

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

[Rihanna:]

10-4, no switchin’ sides

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Feel somethin’ wrong

You actin’ shifty, you don’t ride

With me no more, I need

[Rihanna:]

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

It’s so hard to be humble

It’s so hard to be

Lord knows I’m tryin’

Lord knows I’m dyin’, baby

Kendrick Lamar Sing About Me, I’m Dying Of Thirst

[Sing About Me]

[Intro:]

When the lights shut off

And it’s my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

I said when the lights shut off

And it’s my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

[Verse 1:]

I woke up this morning and figured I’d call you

In case I’m not here tomorrow

I’m hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind

I’m behind on what’s really important

My mind is really distorted

I find nothing but trouble in my life

I’m fortunate you believe in a dream

This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine

And last night was just another distraction

Or a reaction of what we consider madness

I know exactly what happened

You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help

Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel

Like everything was alright

And a fight he tried to put up, but the type

Of bullet that stuck had went against his will

As blood spilled on your hands

My plans rather vindictive

Everybody’s a victim in my eyes

When I ride it’s a murderous rhythm

And outside became pitch black

A demon glued to my back whispering, “Get em”

I got em, and I ain’t give a fuck

That same mentality I told my brother not to duck

In actuality it’s a trip how we trip off of colors

I wonder if I’ll ever discover

A passion like you and recover

The life that I knew as a young’n

In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns

When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs

Dumb niggas like me never prosper

Prognosis of a problem child

I’m proud and well devoted

This piru shit been in me forever

So forever I’m a push it, wherever whenever

And I love you cause you love my brother like you did

Just promise me you’ll tell this story when you make it big

And if I die before your album drop I hope –

[Hook:]

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

I said when the lights shut off

And it’s my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

[Verse 2:]

You wrote a song about my sister on your tape

And called it section.80, the message resemble Brenda’s Got a Baby

What’s crazy was, I was hearin about it

But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever

Just put her on blast and shit

Judging her past and shit

Well it’s completely my future

A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit

And I’m a need that 40 dollars even if I gotta

Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot

Gonzales Park, I’m followed by a married man, a father of three

My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys

Matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip me with E’s

He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week

This is the life of another girl damaged by the system

These foster homes, I run away and never do miss em

See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back

To where they used to be then I’ll probably be in the denim

Of a family gene that show women how to be woman, or better yet a leader

You need her to learn something, then you probably need to beat her

That’s how I was taught

Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed

And I’m exhausted

But fuck that “Sorry for your loss shit”

My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain

If you can’t fit the pumps I walk in?

I’ll wait

Your rebuttal a little too late

And if you have a album date, just make sure I’m not in the song

Cause I don’t need the attention bring enough of that on my own

And matter fact did I mention that I physically feel great?

A doctor’s approval is a waste of time, I know I’m straight

I’ll probably live longer than you and never fade away

I’ll never fade away, I’ll never fade away

I know my fate, and I’m on the grind for this cake

I’m a get or die trying, I’m eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying

You lying to these motherfuckers, talking about you can help with my story

You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga

Don’t ignore me nigga, fuck your glory nigga, this bullshit…

[Hook:]

When the lights shut off

And it’s my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

I said when the lights shut off

And it’s my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

[Verse 3:]

Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself

Am I really scared of passing away

If it’s today I hope I hear a

Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon

With the holy ghost till it drown in the blood of Jesus

I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline

Rake in the cent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance

With the other side may come soon

And if I’m doomed, may the wound

Help me mother be blessed for many moons

I suffer a lot

And every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch

I tie my stomach in knots

And I’m sure not why I’m infatuated with death

My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats

That can come about

Cause the tongue is mighty powerful

And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch

Maybe cause I’m dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death

Really stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I’m a rest

And you’re right, your brother was a brother to me

And your sister’s situation was the one that put me

In a direction to speak of something that’s realer than the TV screen

By any means, wasn’t trying to offend or come between

Her personal life, I was like “it need to be told

Cursing the life of 20 generations after her soul”

Exactly would have happened if I hadn’t continued rappin

Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four

Fives, I count lives all on these songs

Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you’ll be strong

Fighting for your rights, even when you’re wrong

And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I’m gone

Now am I worth it?

Did I put enough work in?

[Hook:]

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

I said when the lights shut off

And it’s my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

[Skit]

[I’m Dying of Thirst]

Tired of running

Tired of hunting

My own kind

But retiring nothing

Tires are steady screeching, the driver is rubbing

Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn’t?

Dying of thirst

Dying of thirst

Dying of thirst

Dope on the corner

Look at the coroner

Daughter is dead

Mother is mourning her

Strayed bullets, AK bullets

Resuscitation was waiting patiently

But they couldn’t, bring her back

Who got the footage? channel 9

Cameras looking, it’s hard to channel your energy

When you know you’re crooked

Banana clip split his banana pudding

I’m like Tre, that’s Cuba Gooding

I know I’m good at

Dying of thirst

Dying of thirst

Dying of thirst

How many sins?

I’m running out

How many sins?

I lost count

Dreams of ballin like Spalding

But only shotty bounce

The reaper calling

I’m cottonmouth

Money is power, yours is ours

Lay with a snitch, die with a coward

Hope we get rich, hope we can tower

Over the city with vanity with the music louder

The same song

A black flower

I’ll show you how to

Dye your thirst

Dye your thirst

Dye your thirst

What are we doing?

Who are we fooling?

Hell is hot, fire is proven

To burn for eternity, return of the student

That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it

Tired of running, choirs is humming

Tell us to visit, we lying about coming

Now back to business, loading the guns in

Back of the Buick, your hood is feuding

And the beef is bubbling

It’s no discussion, hereditary

All of my cousins

Dying of thirst

Dying of thirst

Dying of thirst

Too many sins

I’m running out

Somebody send

Me a well for the drought

See, all I know, is taking notes

On taking this life for granted

Granted, if he provoke

My best days, I stress days (Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know…)

My best days, I stress days

Say “Fuck the world, ” my sex slave

Money, pussy and greed what’s my next crave

Whatever it is, know it’s my next grave

Tired of running, tired of running

I’m tired of tumbling, tired of running

I’m tired of tumbling

Backwards my mama say

“See a pastor, give me a promise

What if today was the rapture, and you completely tarnished

The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest

You dying of thirst

You dying of thirst

So hop in that water, and pray that it works”

[Skit/Outro]

Kendrick Lamar Ignorance Is Bliss

Lord forgive me

[Verse 1:]

Kill him where he stand or stand over him shake his hand

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block

And blam I ain’t backing down for nothing

I’m a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man

Police radio signals sayin’ that a 187 land on your corner,

Coroners comfort your mama, mama he’s dead,

The next morning high toasted up with my homies

We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh

You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton

Ask me what I have accomplished

I don’t know I don’t have conscience

I just load up and start dumpin’ on enemies I’m head hunting

No sympathy, ain’t no love when you in these streets just get something

Protect ya neck cause they comin’ for set respects split your onion

Then chop your deck your head tumblin’ like gymnastics

Cause ignorance is bliss

[Verse 2:]

This the hardest shit you’ve heard from LA this far

And I’m this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off

We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I’ll dish off

Until the day I pistol whip you posers till ya’ll pissed off

Then peel off, in a hooptie

Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me

And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me

Indubitably I’m too street

Indubitably I’m a do me

Better than your bitch would

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks

And I’m good

I’ll make an album that’ll put a smile on Malcolm

Make Martin Luther tell God I’m the future for Heaven’s talent

No tarot card reading I’m foreseeing you niggas vanish

Not only from the rap game, I’m including the planet

Cats so watered down clowns can sink Titanic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Apparently you a parrot

Mocking me and my blueprint

But I won’t share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff

Stop it, I’m hearin’ the comments

The critics are calling me conscious

But truthfully, every shooter be callin’ me Compton

So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common?

Proves, that ignorance is bliss

[Verse 3:]

And this still the hardest shit you’ve heard from LA this far

And I’m this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off

This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball

And they wonder why these California earthquakes hit so hard

I’m so-Cal, you so called

Rappers need to go call

Ghostbusters to shoot busters I’m Casper when I go off

I show up, to show out to show off

You a hundred percent behind me

And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene

I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me

Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me

Backin’ down boggins

Backin’ down bitches

We gon’ flip her once she off that blue dolphin

You gon’ tip her

Cause ignorance is bliss

And Willy B I’m a fool on yo beats, I bleed out the speaker

As the speaker that spoke when they done speak

Kendrick Lamar Outrageous

[Kendrick Lamar]

Mic check, Ali

The mic don’t sound right

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick

Even a shooter can get shot (Ali, get it right)

Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick

Even a shooter can get shot

[Kendrick Lamar]

Uhh, tell ’em I got plenty arson to sell ’em

Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom-

ly, I write till I ignite my cerebellum

Close to the (pen) like I had three felons

Come from a city where niggas show no remorse

and a corpse is just another homi’ taking it’s course

Of course my dream was to play in the final four

till twelfth grade came and I was only five-four

So now I’m a graduate looking to get hired

My pops knew a security job, he inquired

But ignorance is bliss, that’s what I was told

I stopped, dropped and rolled when somebody yelled fired

Now there goes another black boy unemployed

with a lot of free time, which means he’s vulnerable

to run into a lot of crime, I wrote it in my rhymes

and when I left the porch this is what I realised

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar (uncredited female)]

Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick

Even a shooter can get shot {yeah, yeah, yeah}

Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick

Even a shooter can get shot {yeah, yeah, yeah, so what’s up?}

(These streets ain’t none to play with

It could get outrageous

Got burners, .45s and gauges

That could really get outrageous)

[Kendrick Lamar]

So I’m thinking to myself, what’s next?

My security job only got me like two checks

My pops disappointed, told me I’m fucking up

Irresponsible and I needed some growing up

I told him I would go back, knowing I wouldn’t go back

Working a nine-to-five is something I couldn’t stomach

Surrounded by the violence, all the goons and the goblins

With ninety-nine problems I still kept it one-hundred

These streets can be rather manipulating

Especially when you’re black and just turned eighteen

So what’s a kid to do, when you’re fresh out of school

and the negatives of the world constantly following you?

Not to mention a local henchman, Compton sheriffs all like terrorists

Osama with badges that talk arrogant

That boy fifteen fifteen and he holding a .45

Thirty years apart, thirty years before he realised

[Chorus 2]

[Kendrick Lamar]

Uhh, soon as the beat drop

I bet some heat pop, on a block close to you

Like a relative, you sipping Belvedere

while these niggas planning to rob Mr. Belvedere, yeah

I’m a good kid tryna stay righteous as Martin Luther

But it seems like all my friends eventually become shooters

And niggas banking on you is something that you’ll get used to

You can either fight back or run home and grab your Ruger

Whatever you do, just make sure that you willing to do it

Being too indecisive can get you killed inside your Buick

cause you stopped at the light, five minutes from midnight

with no tinted windows, that nigga surely had shot through it

You tell me you listening, but you don’t hear the music

Call you Billy Hoyle when turmoil was near

This is the realest right here, when I lost my very first job

My pops said “why?”, I said I couldn’t aim for the sky

Cause even shooters can get shot, get shot

[uncredited female]

These streets ain’t none to play with

It could get outrageous

Got burners, .45s and gauges

That could really get outrageous

Kendrick Lamar Uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton

[Kendrick Lamar]

I was sitting on the couch, reading yellow paper

A letter in reply, seven days later

after I wrote him “stay strong, keep your faith in God”

what I told him, hoping that he’s listening

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

What a coincidence, I was bumping some Plies

I can taste the salt from my tears

as the water had start to flood on my eyes

I know it gotta be hard being twenty-one

Doing time in the pen and your gramp’s old

Your brother’s getting older, and the streets is getting colder

and you’re hoping that he’s focussed to stay on the right road

Sleeping in a cell, it’s been thirty weeks

Ain’t received any mail, it’s cold and the hole stinks

And you can’t even blink without niggas testing your life

As I read every word that you write, I can only imagine

Jason Keaton, I can only imagine, yeah

[Chorus: Javonte]

Life’s about decisions man

It’s in your hand and you got it

Just take control if you can

It’s in your hand and you got it

[Kendrick Lamar]

Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle Bobby

after he just got out, fifteen years to count

Haven’t seen the world in so long, haven’t seen a girl in so long

and before the sun came up, he was gone

like a fiend off the best rock

Trying to get his life together, or whatnot

Typed his name in the system and they couldn’t find his identity

Got it straight, got a place, found some serenity

Found a job, found his mother gravesite, found a forty ounce

Then he found God, then he bounced

Then he found a new chick, two kids, wide hips

Found something in her we didn’t see

Found this spot in Pasadena and shacked with her, an investment

Then found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic

Violence on my Uncle, was working with two strikes

Only out a year, now facing life, I can only imagine

That’s fucked up, I can only imagine, Uncle Bob

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar]

Sitting on the couch, thinking bout the ratio

of blacks in prison, it’s compact in prison

when blacks packed with minorities, system grab more of these

eighteen-year-olds, eighteen-year sentence

with no parole, the state won’t oversee

They make the term severe, a conspiracy

That’s what I call it, it’s full of shit, a toilet can help quick

The government help? No, just put us on death row

Just give us some more guns, then give us some more coke

Then give us another chair, then give us some more rope

Then hang it like right there, yeah, it’s justice for all

But ninety-percent unfair, care? Nah

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man for five grand

with intentions to expand, more prisons

So these correctionals ain’t for rehabilitation

They for grossing a bigger business, imagine

We being used, imagine, the truth shall be told

[Chorus]

Kendrick Lamar My Mind Drifts

As my mind drift and then split

Like the middle of a spliff

I begin to catapult off the cliff of the unknown

I got a feeling in my funny bone that we’re not the same

Just antonyms of another age

My soul flock with the carefree

Words of the wise I spoke a hundred times like a gold D

Haha LMFAO, I hate y’all but I spread love like mayo

That spreads slugs

My brain matter is a brain fatter

See my vision or my vision’ll stare at ya

This is the future if I say so

You copping fitted caps, I’m about to go and cop a halo

rap and I mean it, and I play football with Mars

And marbles with Pluto and Venus

Witness the genius

I enter rap with the inner-city villains

That enters your system like a computer hack

Then give you dap