text: America, God bless you if its good to you
  America, please take my hand
  Can you help me underst—
  Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
  Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
  He was sobbin, he was mobbin, way belligerent and drunk
  Talkin out his head, philosophin on what the Lord had done
  He said: K-Dot, can you pray for me?
  Been a messed up day for me
  Know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.
  He was lookin for some closure
  I can bring him closer
  Spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
  I cant sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
  If somebody killed my son, that mean somebody gettin killed.
  Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
  All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
  Ill wait in front a homies spot and watch him hit his block
  Ill catch the homie leavin service if thats all I got
  Ill chip a homie, then throw the blower in his lap
  Walk myself to the court like, Man, I did that!
  Aint no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
  I cant even keep the peace, dont you play with one of ours
  It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
  Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
  Let somebody touch my mama
  Touch my sister, touch my woman
  Touch my daddy, touch my niece
  Touch my nephew, man, I promise
  You chip the homie, then throw the blower in his lap
  Matter fact, Im bout to speak at this convention
  Call you back—
  {Gunshot}
  The screen reads: This is a satire by Kendrick Lamar
  Its not a place
  This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
  You close your eyes to look around
  Its not a place
  This country is to me a thought that offers grace
  For every welcome that is sought
  Run your life, I live a better life, Im rollin several dice
  Run your life, I live a better life, Im rollin several dice
  Run your life, I live a--
  Run your life 
  This is my heritage, all Im inheritin
  Money and power, the mecca of marriages
  --
  Tell me somethin
  Uh, you cant tell me nothin
  Id rather die than to listen to you
  My DNA not for imitation
  Your DNA an abomination
  This how it is when you 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, walkin in the buildin
  Diamond in the ceilin, marble on the floor
  Beach inside the window, peekin out the window
  Baby in the pool, godfather goals
  Only Lord knows Ive been goin hammer
  Dodgin paparazzi, freakin through the camera
  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 dont conversate
  I dont 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
  Wont you tell em I got millions on the way
  {Gunshot}
  Hi, Im Dave Chappelle. And I just wanted to remind the audience that the only thing more frightening than watching a black man be honest in America is being an honest black man in America. Sorry for the interruption, please continue...
  Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny?
  Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty
  Him, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah
  Top off, gettin topped off in the city
  Big Top Dawg and I dance on em like Diddy
  Pop off and I pop back like Fifty, yeah
  I gotta dance
  I Milly Rock when I get that advance
  How can I shop with like 64 Ms?
  Talkin to Top about business again
  He want some lot with new Bentleys again
  I want some top from like two sets of twins
  Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah
  Red light, green light, red light, green light
  Red light, green light, they like, we like
  Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
  Egotistic, goin ballistic, why God?
  Born warrior, lookin for euphoria, but I dont see it
  I dont feel it, Im paraplegic, tapped in when Im maxed in
  Comp-Town with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
  Absent, never OG, standout
  Lackin everything else but doubt
  Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
  Homie, ad-lib and I sing out loud
  Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
  They was like, Nope, I was like, Boo yaow, boo yaow
  {Gunshot}
  Is this on cable? CBS? It looks like its singing and dancing, but this brothers taking enormous chances. Rumble, young man, rumble!
  Never had friends, never had ends
  Never had hope, they was like nope
  I was like boo yaow
  {Gunshot}
  We off the day
  Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
  Me off, I be, Off ya head
  Ate, on C4, Im way off the edge
  Burn integrity, burn your pedigree, burn your feelings
  Burn your culture, burn your moral, burn your family
  Burn your job, burn your land, burn your children, burn your wives
  Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
  Not your reason, not your future
  Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
  Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
  Not your message, not your freedom
  Not your people, not your neighbor
  Not your baby, not your equal
  Not the title yall want me under
  All hail King Killmonger