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Kanye West

Mercy

Mercy by Kanye West (Ft. 2 Chainz, Big Sean & Pusha T)

Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe, believe O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Woah, believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty (Boy) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Boy) With your girl, she tryna jerk me Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (Shake, shake) Woah, make the ground move: that's an ass quake Built a house up on that ass: that's an ass-state Roll–roll–roll my weed on it: that's an ass tray Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day–day? (Huh?) I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (Huh?) Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay And niggas still hatin' So much hate, I need a AK (AK) Now we out in Paris, yeah, I'm Perrierin' White girls politickin': that's that Sarah Palin Get–get–get–get–get–gettin' hot, Californicatin' I give her that D, 'cause that's where I was born and raised in You might also like O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Yuugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-Man, this pill-poppin' ass ho I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins All she want is some heel money All she need is some bill money He take his time, he counts it out I weighs it up, that's real money Check the neck, check the wrist Them heads turnin': that's exorcist My Audemars like Mardi Gras That's Swiss time, and that's excellence Two-door preference Roof gone, George Jefferson That white frost on that pound cake So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo Lambo Murciélago She go wherever I go Wherever we go, we do it pronto, it's like— O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums Cuh when time it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound The bugle has blown fi many times And it still have one more time left Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder Let the suicide doors up I threw suicides on the tour bus I threw suicides on the private jet You know what that mean, I'm fly to death I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the shit Tell 'em gimme fifty million or I'ma quit Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious Somethin' 'bout Mary, she gone off that molly Now the whole party is melting like Dalí Now everybody is movin' they body Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby (Yah) Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans (2 Chainz) Okay, now catch up to my campaign Coupe the color of mayonnaise I'm drunk and high at the same time Drinkin' champagne on the airplane (Tell 'em) Spit rounds like a gun range (Baow) Beat it up like Rampage Hundred bands, cut your girl Now your girl need a Band-Aid (Damn) Grade A, A1 Chain the color of Akon Black diamonds, backpack rhymin' Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yep) Horsepower, horsepower All this Polo on, I got horsepower Pound of this cost four thousand Now I make it rain, she want more showers Rain (Rain) pourin' (Pourin') All my cars is foreign (Foreign) All my broads is foreign (Foreign) Money tall like Jordan O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve, believe) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe, believe, believe, believe

Kanye West

Monster

Monster by Kanye West (Ft. Bon Iver, JAY-Z, Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross)

I shoot the lights out Hide 'til it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh Less talk, more head right now, huh And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial If you wanna make your number one your number two now" Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah" Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon' do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out 'Cause you'll never get on top of this So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus Head of the class and she just won a swallowship I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass You might also like Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert (Yeah) Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question, what do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles, I Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I Rape and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these niggas so one-track-minded But really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K "Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake" "She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Headed home) I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No) And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Head home) I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight) And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home

Kanye West

Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1

Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1 by Kanye West (Ft. Kid Cudi)

You're the only power (Power) You're the only power that can You're the only power (Power) You're the only power that can Oh, oh, oh, father (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Who can I turn to? Nothin' unwanted After all, who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe If I don't turn to you Nothin' unwanted No other help I know, I stretch my hands I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na Who can I turn to? I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na After all, who can I turn to? If I ever instigated, I am sorry If I don't turn to you Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I No other help I know, I stretch my hands You might also like Now, if I fuck this model And she just bleached her asshole And I get bleach on my T-shirt I'ma feel like an asshole I was high when I met her We was down in Tribeca She'll get under your skin if you let her She'll get under your skin if you— (Uh) I don't even wanna talk about it I don't even wanna talk about it I don't even wanna say nothin' Everybody gon' say somethin' I'd be worried if they said nothin' Remind me where I know you from She lookin' like she owe you somethin' You know just what we want I wanna wake up with you in my— Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin' Nothin' unwanted After all, who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe If I don't turn to you Nothin' unwanted No other help I know I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na Who can I turn to? I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na After all, who can I turn to? If I ever instigated, I am sorry If I don't turn to you Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I No other help I know, I stretch my hands

Kanye West

Ultralight Beam

Ultralight Beam by Kanye West (Ft. Chance the Rapper, Kelly Price, Kirk Franklin & The-Dream)

(Yes, God) We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord) We want the lord (Yes, Jesus) And that's it (Yes, God) Hallej— hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus) Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God) Hallelujah, God (Yes, God) We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord) We want the lord (Yes, Jesus) And that's it (Yes, God) Hallej— hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus) Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God) I'm tryna keep my faith We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything This is everything Deliver us serenity Deliver us peace Deliver us loving We know we need it You know we need it You know we need it That's why we need You now, oh Pray for Paris Pray for the parents This is a God dream This is a God dream This is a God dream You might also like We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything Everything (Thing, thing, thing) I'm tryna keep my faith But I'm looking for more Somewhere I can feel safe And end my holy war I'm tryna keep my faith So why send oppression, not blessings? Why, oh, why'd You do me wrong? (More) You persecute the weak Because it makes You feel so strong (Safe) Don't have much strength to fight So I look to the light (War) To make these wrongs turn right Head up high, I look to the light Hey, 'cause I know that You'll make everything alright And I know that You'll take good care of Your child Oh, no longer am afraid of the night 'Cause I, I look to the light When they come for You, I will shield Your name I will field their questions, I will feel Your pain No one can judge They don't, they don't know They don't know Foot on the Devil's neck 'til it drifted Pangaea I'm moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia Treat the demons just like Pam I mean, I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina I been this way since Arthur was anteater Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap, the bam Tryna snap photos of familia My daughter look just like Sia, you can't see her You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail I made “Sunday Candy,” I'm never going to hell I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail He said, "Let's do a good ass job with 'Chance 3'" I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy Let's make it so free and the bars so hard That there ain't one gosh darn part you can't tweet This is my part, nobody else speak This is my part, nobody else speak This little light of mine Glory be to God, yeah I'ma make sure that they go where they can't go If they don't wanna ride, I'ma still give 'em raincoats Know what God said when He made the first rainbow Just throw this at the end if I'm too late for the intro Ugh, I'm just having fun with it You know that a nigga was lost I laugh in my head 'Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt Ugh, 'cause they'll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike You cannot mess with the light Look at lil' Chano from 79th We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything Everything (Yes, God) (Hallelujah) I'm tryna keep my faith (Yes, Jesus) But I'm looking for more Somewhere I can feel safe And end my holy war Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they're not good enough This prayer's for everybody that feel that they're too messed up For everyone that feels they've said "I'm sorry" too many times You can never go too far when you can't come back home again That's why I need... Faith, more, safe, war

Kanye West

Bound 2

Bound 2 by Kanye West

B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love Bound to fall in love Uh-huh, honey All them other niggas lame, and you know it now When a real nigga hold you down, you s'posed to drown (Bound to fall in love) Bound (B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love) Bound Uh-huh, honey What you doin' in the club on a Thursday? She say she only here for her girl birthday They ordered champagne but still look thirsty Rock Forever 21, but just turned thirty I know I got a bad reputation Walk-around-always-mad reputation Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation I turnt the nightclub out of the basement I'll turn the plane around, your ass keep complainin' How you gon' be mad on vacation? Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans Uh, this that prom shit This that what-we-do-don't-tell-your-mom shit This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn shit Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch You might also like I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin' (Oh) With nobody to love, nobody, no— Uh-huh, honey Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures One good girl is worth a thousand bitches (Bound to fall in love) Bound (Bound to fall in love) Bound Uh-huh, honey I wanna fuck you hard on the sink After that, give you somethin' to drink Step back, can't get spunk on the mink I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? Hey, you remember where we first met? Okay, I don't remember where we first met But hey, admittin' is the first step And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgivin' So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? Maybe we could still make it to the church steps But first, you gon' remember how to forget After all these long-ass verses I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept I know you're tired (Tired) of lovin', of lovin' With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leavin' this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody Uh-huh, honey Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth (Bound to fall in love) Bound (Bound to fall in love) Bound Uh-huh, honey

Kanye West

New Slaves

New Slaves by Kanye West

Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill My mama was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the fairer skin Doin' clothes, you woulda thought I had help But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself You see it's broke nigga racism That's that "Don't touch anything in the store" And it's rich nigga racism That's that "Come in, please buy more" "What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain? All you blacks want all the same things" Used to only be niggas, now everybody playin' Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang New slaves You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower You might also like I throw these Maybach keys I wear my heart on the sleeve I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves They throwin' hate at me Want me to stay at ease Fuck you and your corporation Y'all niggas can't control me I know that we the new slaves I know that we the new slaves I'm 'bout to wild the fuck out I'm goin' Bobby Boucher I know that pussy ain't free You niggas pussy, ain't me Y'all throwin' contracts at me You know that niggas can't read Throw on some Maybach keys Fuck it, c'est la vie I know that we the new slaves Y'all niggas can't fuck with me Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye I'll move my family out the country So you can't see where I stay So go and grab the reporters So I can smash their recorders See, they'll confuse us with some bullshit Like the New World Order Meanwhile the DEA Teamed up with the CCA They tryna lock niggas up They tryna make new slaves See, that's that privately owned prison Get your peace today They prolly all in the Hamptons Braggin' 'bout what they made Fuck you and your Hampton house I'll fuck your Hampton spouse Came on her Hampton blouse And in her Hampton mouth Y'all 'bout to turn shit up I'm 'bout to tear shit down I'm 'bout to air shit out Now what the fuck they gon' say now? Nothing bad, nothing bad, noth— Noth-Noth—, —ing bad, noth— (Noth-Noth—) Bad, nothing bad, nothing bad Nothing— I won't end this fight, not this time again So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive And I'm not dyin', and I can't lose I can't lose, no, I can't lose 'Cause I can't leave it to you So let's get too high, get too high again Too high again, too high, ooh hoo-hoo-hooh, woo Yeah, h-h-h-high, h-high-high, high-high high-igh-high-high H-high-igh, yeah, high, high-igh Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt (Yeah, mhm-igh) Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén Az embereknek fájt a sötét Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk

Kanye West

Runaway

Runaway by Kanye West (Ft. Pusha T)

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, ladies and gentlemen) And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at You might also like And I always find, yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can Run away from me, baby Ah, run away Run away from me, baby (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew of that advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day, you just up and leave And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can

Kanye West

Blood On the Leaves

Blood On the Leaves by Kanye West

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now It's been racin' since the summertime Now I'm holdin' down the summer now And all I want is what I can't buy now 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now And I told you to wait Yeah, I told you to wait So I'ma need a little more time now 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now And I thought you could wait Yeah, I thought you could wait These bitches surroundin' me (Black bodies) All want something out me Then they talk about me Would be lost without me We could've been somebody Thought you'd be different 'bout it Now I know you naughty So let's get on with it You might also like We could've been somebody 'Stead, you had to tell somebody Let's take it back to the first party When you tried your first molly And came out of your body And came out of your body Running naked down the lobby And you were screamin' that you love me Before the limelight tore ya Before the limelight stole ya Remember we were so young When I would hold you Before the blood on the leaves I know there ain't wrong with me Something strange is happenin' You could've been somebody We could've, ugh, we could've been somebody Or was it on the first party When we tried our first molly And came out of our body And came out of our body Before they call lawyers Before you tried to destroy us How you gon' lie to the lawyer? It's like I don't even know ya I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas I ride with my niggas, I'd die for my... To all my second-string bitches, tryin' get a baby Tryin' get a baby, now you talkin' crazy I don't give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert He only wanna see that ass in reverse Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid Then she said she pregnant-ated, that's the night your heart died Then you gotta go into your girl and report that Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that Now your driver say that new Benz, you can't afford that All that cocaine on the table, you can't snort that That go into that, all that money that the court got All in on that alimony, uh Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah 'Til death, but do your part, uh Unholy matrimony That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din long No waiting for the summer rose and (Breeze) And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And live and learn And live and learn And livin' and livin' like I’m lonely Lonely, lonely And livin' all I have And livin' all And live And live

Kanye West

Black Skinhead

Black Skinhead by Kanye West

For my theme song (Black) My leather black jeans on (Black) My by-any-means on Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (Black) Enter the kingdom (Black) But watch who you bring home They see a black man with a white woman At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong Middle America packed in (Black) Came to see me in my black skin (Black) Number one question they're askin' Fuck every question you askin' (Black) If I don't get ran out by Catholics (Black) Here come some conservative Baptists Claiming I'm overreactin' Like them black kids in Chiraq, bitch Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it You might also like So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (Down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (Now) But there's nowhere to go (Now) And there's no way to slow (Down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it Stop all that coon shit (Black) Early morning cartoon shit (Black) This is that goon shit Fuck up your whole afternoon shit I'm aware I'm a wolf Soon as the moon hit I'm aware I'm a king Back out the tomb, bitch (Black) Black out the room, bitch (Black) Stop all that coon shit (Black) These niggas ain't doin' shit (Black) Them niggas ain't doin' shit Come on, homie, what happened? You niggas ain't breathin', you gaspin' These niggas ain't ready for action Ready—ready for action—action Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' I think I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300 like the Romans Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up 'cause this shit 'bout to go (Down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (Now) But there's nowhere to go (Now) And there's no way to slow (Down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God!

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No More Parties in LA

No More Parties in LA by Kanye West (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (La-a, la-a, la-a) Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) Please (Shake that body, party that bod—) Please (Shake that body, party that bod—) Please (Shake that body, party that body) Hey, baby, you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray-tan It was more than soft porn for the K-Man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" Um—well, cutie, I like your bougie booty Come, Erykah Badu-me—well, let's make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler I show you the ropes, connect the dots A country girl in North Hollywood Mama used to cook red beans and rice Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Music and iPhone cameras This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean He flew you in this motherfucker on first class Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said, "Baby, spin that 'round and say the alphabet backwards" You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence Just 'cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is The head still good, though; the head still good, though Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday Bottle service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity And yeah, G, I was all for it She said, "K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet I'ma put you on game for the lames that don't know they a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy" You might also like Scary, scary No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A Friday night, tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat—somethin' pretty Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Second-class bitches wouldn't let me on first base A backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds And the Louis Vuitton store got all of my pay stubs Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous When did I become A-list? I wasn't even on a list Strippers get invited to where they only got hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired And 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowin' the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em, really I remember Amber told my boy No matter what happens, she ain't goin' back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades I be paranoid every time, the pressure The problem ain't I be drivin', the problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby 'Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him Had my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over; emcees, cancel your plans A thirty-eight-year-old eight-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took six months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out Goddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam Thank God for me! (Los Angeles) Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neckful Bitches say he fun-ny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money (Money, money, money!) Big, big money (Money, money, money!) And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker! I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know can take your pla—, pla—, pla— Please, no more parties in L.A. (Shake that body, party that body) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (Shake that body, party that body) No more parties in L.A. (Los Angeles) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far Swish

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POWER

POWER by Kanye West

I'm living in that 21st century, doing something mean to it Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music No one man should have all that power The clock’s ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power (21st-century schizoid man) The system broken, the school's closed, the prison's open We ain't got nothing to lose, motherfucker, we rolling Huh? Motherfucker, we rolling With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands In this white man world, we the ones chosen So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning Huh? I'll see you in the morning This is way too much, I need a moment No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) You might also like Fuck SNL and the whole cast Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass More specifically, they can kiss my asshole I'm an asshole? You niggas got jokes You short-minded niggas' thoughts is Napoleon My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in I embody every characteristic of the egotistic He knows he's so fuckin' gifted I just needed time alone with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind, but couldn't open up my own vault My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catching up with me Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody With these responsibilities that they entrusted me As I look down at my diamond-encrusted piece Thinking no one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder 'Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) Colin Powells, Austin Powers Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation At the end of the day, goddamnit, I'm killing this shit I know damn well y'all feeling this shit I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with? How Ye doing? I'm survivin' I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin' Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hidin'? I got the power make your life so excitin' Now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Mmm, now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Now this will be a beautiful death Jumping out the window, letting everything go Letting everything go You got the power to let power go? (21st-century schizoid man)

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Famous

Famous by Kanye West (Ft. Rihanna)

Man, I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know Woo, woo Swizz told me let the beat rock (Oh) Oh For all my Southside niggas that know me best I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex Why? I made that bitch famous (Goddamn) I made that bitch famous For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best Why? They mad they ain't famous (Goddamn) They mad they still nameless (Talk that talk, man) Her man in the store tryna try his best But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh But we still hood famous (Goddamn) Yeah, we still hood famous I just wanted you to know I've loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free Wake up, Mr. West! Oh, he's up! I just wanted you to know You might also like I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin' That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin' She in school to be a real estate agent Last month I helped her with the car payment Young and we alive, whoo! We never gonna die, whoo! I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt Put one up in the sky The sun is in my eyes, whoo! Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo! No matter how hard they try, whoo! We never gonna die I just wanted you to know Get 'em! Bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam Let me see your middle finger in the air Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Let me see you act up in this motherfucker Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feelin', how you feelin', how you feelin' in this mother fucker, God damn Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam One thing you can't do is stop us now Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla Ayy, you can't stop the thing now Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Man, it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late, you can't fuck with us Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam To the left, to the right Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam I just wanted you to know I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know

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All Mine

All Mine by Kanye West

Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle Fuck it up, fuck it up Pussy good, go 'n back it up Pipe her up, I'ma pipe her up Make her mine, I done fell in love Juicy thing, make that pussy sing One more time, baby, do it big Make it cry, come boohoo this shit Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle If I pull up with a Kerry Washington That's gon' be an enormous scandal I could have Naomi Campbell And still might want me a Stormy Daniels Sometimes you gotta bag the boss up I call that takin' Corey Gambles Find yourself up in the food court You might have to enjoy a sample All these thots on Christian Mingle Almost what got Tristan single If you don't ball like him or Kobe Guarantee that bitch gonna leave you Ayy, time is extremely valuable And I prefer to waste it on girls that's basic That's just some Ye shit Right now, let's do what we want Let's have a threesome: me, you, and a blunt I love your titties 'cause they prove I can focus on two things at once You might also like Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle Get the genie out the bottle Let me hit it raw like fuck the outcome Ayy, none of us'd be here without cum Ayy, if it ain't all about the income Ayy, ayy, let me see you go ahead and spend some Ayy, if you drivin' 'round in some Dri-Fit Ayy, I'ma think that you the type to dry snitch Hm, mhm, if I see you pull up with the three stripes Ayy, ayy, I'ma fuck around and make you my bitch Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle Get the genie out the bottle

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Ghost Town

Ghost Town by Kanye West (Ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR)

Someday, someday Someday I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown Someday, someday, someday I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday Hold up, hold up Someday, somedays, I remembered this on a Sunday Backway, yeah, way, way, burning, mhm-mhm Uh, somedays, I'm gonna tell everybody Somedays I wanna hit the red dot on everybody Somedays, ohh (Heatstroke) Everyday I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana Everyday I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh, yeah I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me Someday we gon' set it off Someday we gon' get this off Baby, don't you bet it all On a pack of Fentanyl You might think they wrote you off They gon' have to rope me off Someday the drama'll be gone And they'll play this song on and on Sometimes I take all the shine Talk like I drank all the wine Years ahead but way behind I'm on one, two, three, four, five No half-truths, just naked minds Caught between space and time This not what they had in mind But maybe someday You might also like I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me Woah, once again I am a child I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah Of everything that I know, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free

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Wolves

Wolves by Kanye West (Ft. Sia & VIC MENSA)

Lost out, beat up Dancin', down there I found you, somewhere out 'Round 'round there, right right there Lost and beat up Down there, dancin' I found you, somewhere out Right down there, right 'round there Lost and found out Turned out, how you thought Daddy found out That you turned out how you turned out If mama knew now How you turned out, you too wild You too wild, you too wild You too wild, I need you now Love you (Got to) Love you (Love you) Found you, found you Right now, right now Right now, right now If your mama knew how You turned out, you too wild You too wild, you too wild You too wild, and I need you now Lost and found out You might also like Cry, I'm not sorry Cry, who needs sorry when there's Hennessy? Don't fool yourself Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true Don't fire fight Yeah, I feel you burning, everything's burning Don't fly too high Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true I'm just bad for you I'm just bad, bad, bad for you I was lost and beat up Turned out, burned up You found me, through a heartache Didn't know me, you were drawn in I was lost and beat up I was warm flesh, on Caesar You found me, in your gaze Well, I found me, oh, Jesus I was too wild, I was too wild I was too wild, I was too wild I was too wild, I was too wild And I need you now Lost and found out Yeah You gotta let me know if I could be your Joseph Only tell you real shit, that's the tea, no sip Don't trip, don't trip, that pussy slippery, no whip We ain't trippin' on shit, we just sippin' on this Just forget the whole shit, we could laugh about nothin' I impreg-a-nate your mind, let's have a baby without fuckin', yo I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow Ayy, I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow You tried to play nice, everybody just took advantage You left your fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich I said, "Baby, what if you was clubbin' Thuggin', hustlin' before you met your husband?" Then I said, "What if Mary was in the club 'Fore she met Joseph, around hella thugs?" Cover Nori in lambs' wool We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves (What if Mary) "What if Mary (Was in the club) Was in the club 'Fore she met Joseph with no love?" Cover Saint in lambs' wool (And she was) We surrounded by (Surrounded by) The fuckin' wolves

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I Love Kanye

I Love Kanye by Kanye West

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the Go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye See, I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye What if Kanye made a song about Kanye Called "I Miss The Old Kanye"? Man, that'd be so Kanye That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye And I love you like Kanye loves KanyeYou might also like

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Gold Digger

Gold Digger by Kanye West (Ft. Jamie Foxx)

She take my money when I'm in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger Way over town that digs on me (Uh) (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far as girls, you got a flock I can tell by your charm and your arm" But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her? My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids And I gotta take all they bad asses to ShowBiz? Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in We all went to din' and then I had to pay If you fuckin' with this girl, then you better be paid You know why? It take too much to touch her From what I heard she got a baby by Busta My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her You might also like (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV any given Sunday Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walkin' 'round lookin' like Michael with your money Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money If you ain't no punk Holla, "We want prenup! We want prenup!" (Yeah!) It's somethin' that you need to have ‘Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on the eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasn't his? (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But while y'all washin', watch him He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes This week, he moppin' floors, next week, it's the fries So stick by his side I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice And they gon' keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl And when he get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Let me hear that back

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Real Friends

Real Friends by Kanye West (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends It's not many of us, we smile at each other But how many honest? Trust issues Switched up the number, I can't be bothered I cannot blame you for havin' an angle I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing Hope you're doin' your thing too I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions Fuck the church up by drinkin' at the communion Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'? Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you not the problem Damn, I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? When was the last time I remembered a birthday? When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime Even when we was young I used to make time Now we be way too busy just to make time Even for my... You might also like Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was (Was) Couldn't tell you how old your son is (Is) I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg (Dawg) Plus I already got one kid (Kid) Couldn't tell you much about the fam though I just showed up for the yams though Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? (Shit) Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with (With) Please don't pressure me with that bill shit (Shit) 'Cause everybody got 'em that ain't children Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries To be honest, dawg, I ain't feelin' your energy Money turn your kin into an enemy Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be Lookin' for real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin (Yeah yeah) To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many? For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, "What's up, fam? Hope you good" You say, "I'm good, I'm great," the next text they ask you for somethin' How many? What's best for your family, immediate or extended Any argument, the media'll extend it I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him Real friends Huh? Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him Uh, I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him

Kanye West

Off The Grid

Off The Grid by Kanye West (Ft. Fivio Foreign & Playboi Carti)

What? Yeah Boy (What?) We off the grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid For when my kid kid kids have kids Everything we did for the crib Everything we did, how we live (What?) All this smoke got a scent All that smoke heaven sent (Scent) Everything I spoke, what I meant (Ah) Never disguise my intent, lines outside the event Brought my life out the trench God, thank God, look what He did, did, did, did, did, did We off the grid, grid, grid, grid, grid (Ayy) What? We off the grid, grid, grid, grid I'm off the grid (Homicide, homicide, what?) Got tats on my ribs (Ah), tattoos on my ribs (What?) I just tattеd my kid, Onyx (Slatt) I just threw twenty K on thesе ****, we was at Onyx (Ah, what?) I just bought me some brand new clothes, Dover Street Market (Givenchy) Ayy, we just took the route to Charlotte (Yeah, ah, what? Yeah) I'm in the Rolls-Royce **** on—what you call it? (Yeah, yeah) I light a opp blunt and let your **** try it (Ah) Uh, them off the grid, I'm on a **** diet (What?) You might also like We off the grid, grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid, kid Everything we did for the crib did here Flexin' with the business trip Going cray, take some G6 Lit, lit, '76 He spit this We off the grid, grid, grid Yeah, look, when I was in jail, I was lowkey (Uh) Shout out to supporters that wrote me Eat food, work out and then go sleep You know I'm prayin', He carryin' both feet (Yeah) **** know we got God with us (God with us) You look at me and see a God figure (Uh) And when I start vibin', I know that He with me And I'ma always catch a hard shiver (Uh) I know it's demons in that dark liquor (Uh) We buy a bottle and squash with ya (Uh) Everybody turn into a harsh **** But my pockets bigger and my heart richer (Uh) My mind smarter, my grind harder (Skrr) And my car quicker (Skrrt) I met her in church, she pray for me She my God-sister (She my God-sister, yeah) I'm only trustin' the people I keep close **** sellin' they soul for a repost Remember when I was broke, wearin' cheap coats Now it's diamonds and houses and C notes (Uh) ****, I'm feelin' marvelous (I'm feelin' marvelous) Who let the monster loose? (Who let the monster loose? Huh) They call me a product of my environment (Uh) I tell them, "Nah, I'm what God produced" (Baow) Defense good, and them guards can shoot (Baow) I put 'em on you, it get hard to move Tattoo in my face is the mark of truth Gotta watch what you say when they market you (Huh) I already predicted this (I already predicted this, huh) Y'all only witnessed it (Y'all only witnessed it) Look, got a couple old friends that I'm not really clickin' with I know they pray that we settle our differences I pray that they lower all my **** sentences I got some demons I'm not even dealin' with They in they feelings, I'm not really feelin' it And I know some members that gave back they membership ****, you switched up, huh, like how you not feelin' me? Look, I act like I care, but I don't really care Now I live in a new buildin' with amenities I got a new ceilin' with a chimney I got a few **** wanna finish me I don't get too friendly with the enemy You gotta move different when you in the industry, woo, yeah You gotta move different when you in the industry, huh You gotta move different when you in the, look God blessed me with amazing grace (Uh) She fell in love with my day to day (Uh) I just want my problems to fade away (Uh) Man, I'm tired of ****, I need Gatorade Boy, I got on my feet and I made a name And I made it a necklace, huh When you from the bottom and you workin' hard Just to get to the top, then they gotta respect it If you got a voice, then you gotta project it If you got a wrong, then you gotta correct it If you got a name, then you gotta protect it If you give me shock, then you gotta electric (Woo) Tryna live a new life, so I got a new plan that I gotta finesse with (Look, yeah) 'Cause they want me to lose, they ain't part of the Woos I been tryin' so hard not to move reckless We off the grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid, kid Everything we did for the crib did here Flexin’ with the business trip Going cray, take some G6 (Ah) Lit, lit, '76 He split lids, then ask for shade, tsk-tsk-tsk Take this trip, trip, trip, this, this This, this, this, this You all still lit, lit, lit I'm off the grid, grid, grid, grid Off the grid, grid, grid, grid First, it go viral, then they get digital Then they get critical, no, I'm not doin' no interview Mask on my face, you can't see what I'm finna do Had to move away from people that's miserable Don't wanna link you, I ain't finna sit with you Ain't finna talk to you, ain't finna get with you Don't get me mad 'cause I don't wanna injure you She put my paintings inside of her living room Look at the problems and issues I'm livin' through They tryna drown me, I rise to my pinnacle Walked through the block like the neighborhood general Drop me the lo' and then that's where I send it to I was forgettin' you, now I remember, now I remember Did what I want and I say what I want And I thought you was with me, like how you get sensitive? I got this God power, that's my leverages I got this Holy Water, that's my beverages I gotta help myself out of selfishness I just bought a floor out of Selfridges I gotta make sure they know who they messin' with I gotta tell 'em "sorry," they too delicate I gotta stay with God where the blessings is I ain't deliverin' Heavenly messages just for the hell of it Don't try to test me, I keep it clean, but it can get messy I talk to God every day, that's my bestie They playin' soccer in my backyard, I think I see Messi And this money could never neglect me I pray that my family, they never resent me And she fell in love with me soon as she met me We both got a bag but my bag is more heavy We had to stop countin', it's gettin' too petty You not a real stepper, you can't overstep me Just sit back and listen and watch how He bless me He wait 'til I fall and then pull up and catch me Your check is too small, you can't run up and check me Nah, nah, I get 'em fast, see You feel a way, then go pull up and get me Might do somethin' wild if I feel like you press me Nah, I get 'em fast, see You feel a way, then go pull up and get me Might do somethin' wild if I feel like you press me We off the grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid For when my kid, kid, kids have kids Everything we did for the crib Pray for what folks and them did Only thing we pray God forgive-give-give May God forbid-bid-bid He hit one of the kids, kids, kids Took off His list, list, list Look what they did, did, did Pray for the crib, crib, crib Some say A-A-Adam could never be bla-a-ack 'Cause a black man'll never share his rib, rib, rib, rib, rib, rib

Kanye West

Can’t Tell Me Nothing

Can't Tell Me Nothing by Kanye West

La, la, la la (Yeah) Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to Heaven When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given, much is tested Get arrested, guess until he get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what I do? Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry, more Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama, people suing me I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel, man I ain't one of the Cosbys, I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed him I guess I should've forgot where I came from La, la, la la (Ayy!) Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Haha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah!) You might also like Let up the suicide doors This is my life, homie, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell ya who decide wars So I parallel double-parked that motherfucker sideways Old folks talking 'bout, "Back in my day" But homie, this is my day Class started two hours ago, oh, am I late? No, I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh, they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apolog'ing Let me know if it's a problem then Aight, man, holla, then La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past He don't even stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors He can drive off of fumes 'cause How he move in a room full of no's? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure, what's your pleasure? Life is a–uh–depending how you dress her So if the Devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between, but way more fresher With way less effort 'Cause when you try hard, that's when you die hard Your homies looking like, "Why, God?" When they reminisce over you, my God La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? (I'm serious, nigga, I got money)

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Devil In a New Dress

Devil In a New Dress by Kanye West (Ft. Rick Ross)

Uh Uh I love it, though I love it, though, huh, you know? Uh, put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us In that magic hour, I seen good Christians Make brash decisions, oh, she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She putting on her makeup, she casually allure Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime You might also like Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan Satan, Satan, Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see, I always loved that sense of humor But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me, could you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh) Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore, G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh) Getting 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller I'm makin' love to the angel of death Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh) Uh

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Gorgeous

Gorgeous by Kanye West (Ft. Kid Cudi & Raekwon)

Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport, they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy ending And a new beginning and a new fitted And some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it? You might also like Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a Black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off of this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest, nigga, I must have missed it Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool" It's been a while since I watched the tube 'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach? I guess that's why they got me sitting in fuckin' coach My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffin' coke It's not funny anymore, try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever, who has it? You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That, y'all, it's like that, y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me Forgot about two things, my Black balls Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Ayy, yo I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes Counting up, smoking, one cuff Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it Steam about a hundred and one L's Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson Nigga hat game was special It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black Dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothing, I've forseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down

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Pt. 2

Pt. 2 by Kanye West (Ft. Desiigner)

Faaaaaaaa— (Perfect) Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you Up in the mornin', miss you bad Sorry I ain't call you back, same problem my father had All this time, all he had, all he had And what he dreamed, all his cash Market crashed, hurt him bad People get divorced for that Dropped some stacks, pops is good Mama passed in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Drivin' fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm comin' back I'll be takin' all the stacks, oh I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Hittin' off licks in the bando Takin' all the stacks, oh Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Stacks, oh Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Sellin' bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me You might also like I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey) I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda) Panda, panda, panda, panda Takin' all the stacks, oh I got broads in Atlanta Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace, shit like Desiigner Takin' all the stacks, oh Whole bunch of lavish shit They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killin' on camera My joy How can I find you? Who do you turn to? How do I bind you? If I don't turn to you No other help I know, I stretch my hands

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Dark Fantasy

Dark Fantasy by Kanye West

You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered-down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago They made it sound all wack and corny Yes, it's awful blasted boring Twisted fictions, sick addiction Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh You might also like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago That's me the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Mi no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-Town nigga with a Nas flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Look like a fat booty Celine Dion Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leona Lewis Beyond the truest Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students? And refresh the page and restart the memory? Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy? We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what's worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin' down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull the toys And fire up the engines, huh And then they make noise Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh At the mall, there was a seance Just kids, no parents Then the sky filled with herons Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn't spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress And woke up back in Paris Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

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Saint Pablo

Saint Pablo by Kanye West (Ft. Sampha)

Yeah-yeah, 9:08 L.A. time Back in the lab and shit My wife said, I can't say no to nobody And at this rate, we gon' both die broke Got friends that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt And like my wife said, I still didn't say no People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter My friends' best advice was to stay low I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills Especially when you got family members on payroll The media said it was outlandish spendin' The media said he's way out of control I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin' I'm not out of control, I'm just not in their control I know I'm the most influential That TIME cover was just confirmation This generation's closest thing to Einstein So don't worry about me, I'm fine I can see a thousand years from now in real life Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like Troll conventional thought, don't need to question I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive Thank God for Jay Electra, he down with the mission Did it with no permission, on our own conditions Most blacks with money have been beaten to submission Yeezy with the big house, did it way different Never listen to Hollywood producers Don't stare at money too long, it's Medusa The ultimate Gemini has survived I wasn't supposed to make it past 25 You might also like Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Yeah, I feel like I'm home, yeah, yeah I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro If the phone ringin', go and get your kids, ho Brother Don Muhammad told the minister about the presentation He sat back and smiled Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout, "How my neck look?" Well, it all looks great Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard Real family stick together and see through the mirage The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary? I am one with the people I am one with the people (Real!) I've been woken from enlightened man's dream Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self-esteem Let me not say too much or do too much 'Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin' God, I have humbled myself before the court Drop my ego when confidence was my last resort I know, I know He got a plan, I know I'm on Your beams One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see I would've took a hundred million and gave twenty to Hov I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks 'Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go We all go Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo Modern-day MJ, with a off-the-wall flow Nightlife, walk all over me Walk all over me I'm deliverin' everything I've ever sent that you'll bring Fly, fly, fly overseas Fly overseas Oh, anywhere, everything but in between Oh, yeah Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Please face me when I speak Please say to me somethin' before you leave You've been treatin' me like I'm invisible, now I'm visible to you Oh, the invisible truth stay sober I can't quite understand the games you play Understand, understand, understand I'm standin' under oath And I promised I, I wouldn't fall anymore But I'm cryin' at the bar I'm wishin' that you saw my scars, man I'm wishin' that you came down here and stood by me And looked at me like you knew me But I feel so alone Like I don't know anyone except the night sky above Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife (Father, Father, Father in the night sky)

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Hold My Liquor

Hold My Liquor by Kanye West

I can hold my liquor But this man can’t handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town I'm onto Indiana I heard it in the radio now I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas, they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Bitch, I'm back out my coma Wakin' up on your sofa When I parked my Range Rover Slightly scratched your Corolla Okay, I smashed your Corolla I'm hangin' on a hangover Five years we been over Ask me why I came over One more hit and I can own ya One more fuck and I can own ya One cold night in October Pussy had me floatin' Feel like Deepak Chopra Pussy had me dead Might call 2Pac over Yeezy's all on your sofa These the Red Octobers Still ain't learn me no manners You love me when I ain't sober You love me when I'm hungover Even when I blow doja Then her auntie came over Skinny bitch with no shoulders Tellin' you that I'm bogus Bitch, you don't even know us "Baby girl, he's a loner Baby girl, he's a loner" Late-night organ donor After that, he disown ya After that, he's just hopeless Soul mates become soulless "When it's over, it's over" And, bitch, I'm back out my coma You might also like Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't hear your phone Oh, I wanna phone home I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas, they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me I heard you need a new fad (A new girl, a new girl) I heard you need a new stack (A new girl, a new girl) I heard you need a new phone (A new girl, a new girl) I know your 'rents ain't be home (A new girl, a new girl) Callin' up your uncle's place (A new girl, a new girl) Shit's all over the place (A new girl, a new girl) I don't hear your phone (A new girl, a new girl) Oh, I wanna phone home (A new girl, a new girl)

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FML

FML by Kanye West (Ft. The Weeknd)

I been waiting for a minute For my lady So I can't jeopardize that for one of these hoes I been livin' without limits As far as my business I'm the only one that's in control I been feeling all I've given For my children I will die for those I love God, I'm willing To make this my mission Give up the women Before I lose half of what I own I been thinking 'Bout my vision Pour out my feelings Revealing the layers to my soul My soul The layers to my soul Revealing the layers to my soul They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me You might also like See, before I let you go One last thing I need to let you know You ain't never seen nothing crazier than This nigga when he off his Lexapro Remember that last time in Mexico? Remember that last time, the episode? Asking me why the hell I text in code? Four times just to say, "Don't text me, ho" Told you four times, "Don't test me, ho" And we finna lose all self-control But you ain't finna be raising your voice at me Especially when we in the Giuseppe store But I'ma have the last laugh in the end 'Cause I'm from a tribe called "Check-a-ho" Yeah, I'ma have to laugh in the end 'Cause I'm from a tribe called "Check-a-ho" And I... They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me See through the veil And forget all of your cares Throw them Throw them away Don't stop your loving Don't stop for nothing No, not for nothing They don't wanna see me love you Don't now, don't stop it They always love it They always wanna They don't wanna see me love you See through the veil They don't wanna see me love you And forget all your cares They don't wanna see me love you Throw them Throw them away Ooh, life's a feeling and Ooh, the body is a feeling, yeah

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Waves

Waves by Kanye West (Ft. Chris Brown)

Turn it up! Step up in this bitch like (Turn it up!) I'm the one your bitch like Yeah, I'm the one your bitch like (Turn it up!) And I be talkin' shit like I ain't scared to lose a fistfight (Turn it up!) And she grabbin' on my, like She wanna see if it'll fit right That's just the wave (Turn it up!) (Yeah) Waves don't die Let me crash here for the moment, yeah I don't need to own it No lie Waves don't die, baby Let me crash here for a moment (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baby, I don't, I don't need to own you (Turn it up!) Sun don't shine in the shade, ugh (Turn it up!) Bird can't fly in a cage, ugh (Turn it up!) Even when somebody go away (Turn it up!) The feelings don't really go away That's just the wave You might also like (Yeah) Waves don't die Let me crash here for the moment I don't need to own it No lie Waves don't die, baby Let me crash here for a moment (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baby, I don't, I don't need to own you No lie No lie No lie You set the night on fire I'm still gon' be here in the morning No lie (Humming) No lie (Yeah) Ooh, babe, ooh, baby, oh, yeah You set the night on fire I'm still gon' be here in the morning No lie

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All of the Lights

All of the Lights by Kanye West

All of the lights Lights, lights All of the lights Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Fast cars, shooting stars All of the lights, all of the lights Until it's Vegas everywhere we are (All of the lights) If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life Somethin' wrong, I hold my head MJ gone, our nigga dead I slapped my girl, she called the feds I did that time and spent that bread I'm heading home, I'm almost there I'm on my way, heading up the stairs To my surprise, a nigga replacing me I had to take him to that ghetto university You might also like (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Restraining order, can't see my daughter Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order Public visitation, we met at Borders Told her she take me back, I'll be more supportive I made mistakes, I bumped my head Them courts sucked me dry, I spent that bread She need her daddy, baby, please Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own Unemployment line, credit card declined Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind? And also was about to do that line 'Kay, okay, you know we going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say)

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Lift Yourself

Lift Yourself by Kanye West

Hard to see, ooh The hang ups we have today Said we need to strive for more liberty Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Hard to see, ooh The hang ups we have today Said we need to strive for more liberty Lift yourself up on your feet Lift yourself up on your feet Lift yourself up on your feet Lift yourself up on your feet Lift You might also like Lift your—, lift your—, lift yourself Lift-lift your—, lift your—, lift your—, lift your—, lift-lift Hard to see, ooh The hang ups we have today-ay-ay But they don't really realize, though Said we need to strive for more liberty This next verse, this next verse though Lift yourself up on your feet These bars Lift yourself up on your feet Watch this, go Poopy-di scoop Scoop-diddy-whoop Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop Poop-di-scoopty Scoopty-whoop Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop Poop, poop Scoop-diddy-whoop Whoop-diddy-scoop Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop

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All Day

All Day by Kanye West (Ft. Allan Kingdom, Paul McCartney & Theophilus London)

All day, nigga Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy All day, nigga How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How many runners do you got on call? All day, nigga Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga This Ye, nigga Shoppin' for the winter and it’s just May, nigga Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures For that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, nigga Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, nigga Told him I've been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh I don't let 'em play with me I don't let 'em talk to me no kind of way Uh, they better watch what they say to me Niggas still gettin' popped on the day to day Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah You a Rico Suave nigga Ride 'round listen to Sade, nigga If you ain't with us, you in our way, nigga You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga 'Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always All day, nigga You might also like I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment, I dispersed At that moment, I dispersed All day, nigga How-h-how long you ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How long it take you to get this fly, fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high, high? All day, nigga Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died, all day, nigga And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side, all day, nigga You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga I could do this all day, boy, I'm finna turn this bitch out Any day Ye in the streets, boy, there's been a mothafuckin' drought Don't really matter what I make, boy, you know I still go wild Like a light-skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin' house Right now, you lookin' real sus right now I swear I've been on this flight like a month right now Stupid niggas gettin' money, Forrest Gump right now Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now They've been lookin' at the Gram, I've been lookin' at the Grammys Like, huh, that's us right now (Right now) 24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin' paid (Go crazy) Niggas lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJs People saying, "Ye, Ye, take it easy" 20 Gs for the Yeezys off of eBay Niggas do the most and they ain't done shit Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch (Hands up, hands up, hands up) Hands up, hands up, hands up So won't you dance? Ayy, ayy ayy ayy (All day, nigga) I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed Get low, alright Get low, alright What up? Alright, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright South, south, south side! All day, nigga Whistling Well, well, well, let me run (Let me run) Let me run to see who came undone You've been right in my face Let me run 'til you're off my case Woah-woah, woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah 1KEmbed

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Blame Game

Blame Game by Kanye West (Ft. John Legend)

Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and my first resort You call me motherfucker for long At the end of it, you know we both were wrong But I love to play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure On the bathroom wall I wrote "I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" I took a piss and dismiss it like "fuck it" And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fuckin' self 'Til about 2 a.m. and I call back And I hang up and I start to blame myself Somebody help You might also like Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure You weren't perfect, but you made life worth it Stick around, some real feelings might surface Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom Grippin' you up, fuckin' and chokin' you What the hell was I supposed to do? I know you ain't gettin' this type of dick from that local dude And if you are, I hope you have a good time 'Cause I definitely be havin' mine And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional Every time I hear about other niggas is strokin' you Lie and say I hit you, he sittin' there consoling you Runnin' my name through the mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm callin' your brother's phone, like, what was I supposed to do? Even though I knew he never told the truth He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to At a certain point, I had to stop asking questions Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl You gettin' blackmailed for that white girl You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl You'll probably find one of them 'I like art'-type girls" "All of the lights," she was caught in the hype, girl And I was satisfied bein' in love with a lie Now who to blame? You to blame? Me to blame? For the pain And it poured every time when it rained Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Things used to be, now they not Anything but us is who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity We erased one another So far from where we came With so much of everything How do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely Chloe Mitchell Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing And when the phone called, it just ring and ring You ain't pick up, but your phone accidentally called me back And I heard the whole thing I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing, whole thing Oh my God Baby, you done took this shit to another motherfuckin' level Now, a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be gettin' no pussy like this Goddamn, goddamn Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? (Yeezy taught me) You never used to talk dirty, but now you goddamn disgusting My, my God, where'd you learn that? (Yeezy taught me) Look at you, motherfuckin' butt-ass-naked With them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on Who taught you how to put some motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on? (Yeezy taught me) Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy now, shit You done went all porno on a nigga, okay? And I-I-I-I, I love it, and I thank you I thank you, my dick thanks you How'd you learn, how, how did your pussy game come up? (Yeezy taught me) I was fuckin' parts of your pussy I'd never fucked before I was in there like, "Oh shit, I never been here before I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before" It's like you got this shit reupholstered or some shit What the fuck happened? Who, who the fuck got your pussy all reupholstered? (Yeezy reupholstered my pussy) You know what, I got to thank Yeezy And when I see that nigga, I'ma thank him I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker I'ma shoot a bootlegger That's how good I feel about this nigga Ah I still can't believe you got me this watch This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted With the bezel? This is the motherfucker I wanted I saw this shit, I saw it, Twista had this shit on in The Source I 'member, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source That's right, that's right Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this the best birthday ever Where'd you learn to treat a nigga like this? (Yeezy taught me) Yeezy taught you well Yeezy taught you well

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I Am a God

I Am a God by Kanye West (Ft. God)

Blazin', mi don't want dem Mi need dem Blazin Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated I am a God I am a God I am a God I am a God Hurry up with my damn massage Hurry up with my damn ménage Get the Porsche out the damn garage I am a God Even though I'm a man of God My whole life in the hand of God So y'all better quit playin' with God You might also like Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you 'Cause kissin' people ass is so unlike you The only rapper compared to Michael So here's a few hatin'-ass niggas to fight you And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what niggas might do Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they ain't never liked you Pink-ass polos with a fuckin' backpack But everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin' Monop' in this bitch again, changed the climate Hop in this bitch to give Saint the garment Until the day I get struck by lightning I am a God So hurry up with my damn massage In a French-ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants I am a God I am a God I am a God Ahh! Ahh! I just talked to Jesus He said, "What up, Yeezus?" I said, "Shit—I'm chillin' Tryna stack these millions" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa, su casa That's our cosa nostra I am a God I am a God I am a God Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ain't no way I'm givin' up, I'm a God

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So Appalled

So Appalled by Kanye West (Ft. CyHi, JAY-Z, Pusha T, RZA & Swizz Beatz)

One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous I'm so appalled, Spalding, ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin' hole through the wall But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean, goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweeping That know we get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Would be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high, Allah Praises due to the most fly, Prada Baby, I'm magic, tada Address me as your highness, high as United Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp' You might also like Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous How should I begin this? I'm just so offended How am I even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners? I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall Just to show niggas how much more I have in store I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain I went from the favorite to the most hated But would you rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossas And Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused I lost thirty mil', so I spent another thirty 'Cause unlike Hammer, thirty million can't hurt me Fuckin' insane, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fuckin' not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning they little bridges, fuckin' ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one Blackjack, I just pulled an ace As you looking at the king in his face Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watchin' it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith Range Rove', leather roof, love war, fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness I speak the gospel, hostile Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for more Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spillin', I own you all, yuugh One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Hah, I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favorite, hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it The new Commandment, "Thou shalt not hate, kid" My movement is like the Civil Rights, I'm Ralph David Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May She found out about April, so she chose to march Hah, damn, another broken heart I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's Ark I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart, hah G-A-T in the Pathfinder 'Cause you haters got PhDs Y'all just some major haters and some math minors Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron Ayy, yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress You know that shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh?

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I’m In It

I'm In It by Kanye West

Damn, your lips very soft As I turn my Blackberry off And I turn your bathwater on And you turn off your iPhone Careless whispers, eye fuckin', bitin' ass Neck, ears, hair, legs, eating ass Your pussy's too good, I need to crash Your titties, let 'em out, free at last Thank God almighty, they free at last We was up at the party but we was leavin' fast Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas I'm lyin', I needed condoms, don't look through the glass Chasin' love, all the bittersweet hours lost Eatin' Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce Tell your boss you need an extra hour off Get you super wet after we turn the shower off That's all dem can do (Say wah? Say wah? Say wah? Say wah?) That's all dem can do We deal with action ting Just a badman ting a-dat man do Action ting, yo, a badman ting I'm a badman if you know say Disrespect we no tek, no way José Try that 'pon February the 30th That's right, couldn't try that no day When we roll 'round 'pon your block Nuh badda feel seh we won't spray, like a aerosol can When we roll 'round 'pon your block Nuh badda feel seh we won't spray, like an aerosol can We a gon' smile 'pon court day Becuh we beat murder charge like O.J You might also like That's right, I'm in it (Should've known I would fall) I'm in it (Steppin' on cracks on the floor) That right (And your boys at your door) That's right, I'm in it (Well, you need to fight for your own) That's right, I'm in it (Then don't let me at your table) I'm in it (If you just gonna lay there) Damn right (Fist jumps in the air, you love flame wars) (I'll be gone long, grab that ass, shed your clothes) Uh, picked up where we left off Uh, I need you home when I get off Uh, you know I need that wet mouth Uh, I know you need that reptile Uh, she cut from a different textile Uh, she love different kinds of sex now Uh, black girl sippin' white wine Put my fist in her like a civil rights sign And grabbed it with a slight grind And held it 'til the right time Then she came like AAAAAHHH! That's why I'm in it and I can't get out That's all dem can do (Say wah? Say wah? Say wah? Say wah?) That's why I'm in it and I can't get out (That's all dem can do) That's all dem can do We deal with action ting Just a badman ting a-dat man do That's right I'm in it I'll be gone long, grab that ass, shed your clothes Say you long for me, for you Lay it off with all your rules Star fucker Star fucker Star fucker Who, where? Time to take it too far now Uh, Michael Douglas out the car now Uh, got the kids-and-the-wife life Uh, but can't wake up from the nightlife Uh, I'm so scared of my demons Uh, I go to sleep with a nightlight Uh, my mind move like a Tron bike Uh, pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist Uh, I'm finna start a new movement Uh, being led by the drums Uh, I'm a rap-lic priest Uh, gettin' head by the nuns Uh, they don't play what I'm playin' Uh, they don't see what I'm sayin' Uh, they be ballin' in the D-League Uh, I be speakin' Swaghili

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Facts (Charlie Heat Version)

Facts (Charlie Heat Version) by Kanye West

Dirt and grime and filth inside The story of my lifetime Of cheating, stealing, never feeling Pain of a brother, your dirty mother Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are G-G-G-Good work, Charlie (Perfect!) Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman (You!) Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I feel so accomplished I done talked a lot of shit but I just did the numbers Herzog and Adidas, man, you know they love it If Nike ain't have Drizzy, man, they would have nothin', woo! If Nike ain't have Don C, man, they would have nothin', ooh! But I'm all for the family, tell 'em, "Get your money" Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, they line up for days Nike out here bad, they can't give shit away I stuck to my roots, I'm like Jimmy Fallon I ain't dropped the album but the shoes went platinum (Woo!) Every time I talk, they say I'm too aggressive I was out here spazzin', now y'all get the message?! On the field I'm over-reckless, on my Odell Beckham 2020, I'ma run the whole election, yah! I've been trending years, y'all a couple days Yeezy in the house and we just got appraised Nike, Nike treat employees just like slaves Gave LeBron a billi' not to run away (You!) Ten-thousand dollar fur for Nori, I just copped it (You!) Your baby daddy won't even take your daughter shoppin' (You!) I done wore designers I won't wear again Make 'em niggas famous, they get arrogant You might also like Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman, ah! Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman (Sonic boom!) Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, this is pure luxury I give 'em Grey Poupon on a DJ Mustard, ah! If you ain't poppin' shit then why you rap for, huh? Plus Kimoji just shut down the app store, ah! And we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute (We did) Yeah, we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute, ah! Do anybody feel bad for Bill Cosby? Did he forget the names just like Steve Harvey? (You!) Tell Adidas that we need a million in production (You!) I done told y'all, all I needed was the infrastructure (Boom!) Now we hottest in the streets, it ain't no discussion James Harden, Swaggy P runnin' up the budget (Yoga flame!) Keep the work at my baby mama's mama's house I'm a jerk, you need to work, you need to call my spouse Yeezy, Yeezy, take a picture with me on Rodeo Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I might do my own hotel Couches, couches, couches, couches, which one should I pick? I need extra deep, I like my bitches extra thick (Sonic boom!) Every time I see the news, man it bring me home Call up DJ Mano, shout out Twilite Tone We just blessed to be alive, yeah, ain't that the truth? So let's celebrate the life of Timbuck2 Timbuck2, Timbuck2 Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are (Perfect!)

Kanye West

All Falls Down

All Falls Down by Kanye West (Ft. Syleena Johnson)

Oh, when it all, it all falls down Yeah, this the real one, baby I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Uh, Chi-Town, stand up! Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh, when it all Man, I promise, she's so self-conscious She has no idea what she doin' in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents'll look at her funny Now, tell me that ain't insecurr The concept of school seems so securr Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr She like, "Fuck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair" 'Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs Of new Airs, 'cause her baby daddy don't really care She's so precious with the peer pressure Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis She had hair so long that it looked like weave Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe Single black female addicted to retail, and well You might also like Oh, when it all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that Ver-say-see! Then I spent four hundred bucks on this Just to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this" And I can't even go to the grocery store Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team It seem we livin' the American Dream But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem The prettiest people do the ugliest things For the road to riches and diamond rings We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us We tryna buy back our 40 acres And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it all falls down I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside 'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth That's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at?" Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack And the white man get paid off of all of that But I ain't even gon' act holier than thou 'Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou Before I had a house and I'd do it again ‘Cause I wanna be on 106 & Park, pushin' a Benz I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific I got a problem with spendin' before I get it We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it Oh, when it all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh when it all, it all falls down Chi-Town, Chi-Town We gon' show 'em how we get down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Now, Syleena, you just like a safe belt, you saved my life C'mon Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down

Kanye West

Stronger

Stronger by Kanye West

Work it, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, right now) More than ever, hour after hour Work— (I need you right now, right now) Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, 'cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness 'Cause right now, thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit 'Specially in my Pastellé, on my Bape shit Act like you can't tell who made this New Gospel, homie, take six And take this, haters You might also like N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work— (I need you right now, right now) Me likey I don't know if you got a man or not If you made plans or not If God put me in your plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot But I know that God put you in front of me So how the hell could you front on me? There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right? 'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night So we gon' do everything that Kan' like Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke And she'll do anything for the limelight And we'll do anything when the time's right Uh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger (Oh) N-Now th-that, that don't kill me (Oh) Can only make me stronger (Oh) I need you to hurry up now (Oh) 'Cause I can't wait much longer (Oh) I know I got to be right now (Oh) 'Cause I can't get much wronger (Oh) Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Work it, work is never over Don't act like I never told ya Harder, work is never over Uh, don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Uh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya Never over (W—), never over (Ha—), never over (Fa—), never over (St—) Never over, never over, never over Harder, better, faster, stronger Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over

Kanye West

Praise God

Praise God by Kanye West (Ft. Baby Keem & Travis Scott)

That she wrote, "Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress-Toward" Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers The self-soilers, the harmony-hushers Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be night Serve, flex, I do work (Work) Six, I'm like Mike He's out of sight, woo You done got me piped Two-man like Ike Six out the spot (Uh, uh) Into the night Yeah, I'm shakin' the drop (Drop) I'm still up on top (Aight) I been had the bop The devil my opp, can't pay me to stop (It's lit) My God at the top (La Flame) We gon' praise our way out the grave, dawg Livin', speakin', praise God Walkin' out the graveyard back to life I serve, follow your word, see with new sight, into the night (Hey) You might also like Yeah, this life I'm livin' (I'm livin') All the advice been tipped in (That thang) Gave me that grip, no slippin' (That grip) Out of my mind, went trippin' (My mind) Tell me take two when I'm on one (I'm on) That lookout like no one Kept it real tight like your son (Your son) Yeah (La Flame) We gon' praise our way out the grave, dawg Livin', speakin', praise God Walkin' out the graveyard back to life I serve, follow your word, see with new sight, into the night Still on side, huh, still outside ****, attention, still outside, huh, still outside Tame Imp—, Tame Impala, **** Tame Impala, stay outside, huh And I'm still outside, I'm still outside, still outside, huh Let's get right, huh, let's get right, uh, let's get right, uh, huh Let's get right, let's get (Ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get right Let's get (Ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get— Look at new scenes, I opened my life, I'm subject to memes I signed a few ****, I polished their dreams An angel on earth, come under my wing Stop runnin' your publishers, **** They publish the headlines and say the wrong things Y'all treat your Lord and Savior like renters' insurance, you know what I mean? Bada the bada the boom, I bada the boom, I bada the bing I need a new girl, my old one was mean I had to let go, forgave all them evils that came to my shows I channeled them bad **** all in abode I channeled your trust, I channeled the turbulence, came with the life I gathered my sinners and asked if I'm right, let's get I just get right, ****, huh Let's get right, let's get right, let's get right, shh, shh Ain't on sight, it's on sight I don't know you, you, you, you, it's on sight I don't know you, you, you, you (Ayy, ayy), let's get right Ayy, all of my **** on Channel 5 I don't channel ten 'til it go time Used to throw up my uncle's spaghetti Been told to tote since before I was ready Back when my mama told me that I was challenged A single Black woman, you know that she petty I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars I put that in totals, reverse outta debty I gotta, I gotta put on a rager one time I swung the powder, went major one time I know some white people servin' no time I gotta do it for me, do it for, pray for me Do it for all the ones dyin' I wanna do it for all the ones cryin' I wanna, uh, uh, uh, let's get right, huh

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Violent Crimes

Violent Crimes by Kanye West

Fallin', dreamin', talkin' in your sleep I know you want to cry all night, all night Plottin', schemin', findin' Reason to defend all of your violent nights Promise me you will see Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw It was all part of the story, even the scary nights Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (Night, night) They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off Colors drippin' off Niggas is savage, niggas is monsters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players 'Til niggas have daughters, now they precautious Father, forgive me, I'm scared of the karma 'Cause now I see women as somethin' to nurture Not somethin' to conquer I hope she like Nicki, I make her a monster Not havin' ménages, I'm just bein' silly I answered the door like Will Smith and Martin Nigga, do we have a problem? Matter fact, Marlon, this ain't Meet the Fockers I'll beat his ass, pray I beat the charges No, Daddy don't play, not when it come to they daughters Don't do no yoga, don't do pilates Just play piano and stick to karate I pray your body's draped more like mine And not like your mommy's Just bein' salty, but niggas is nuts And I am a nigga, I know what they want I pray that you don't get it all at once Curves under your dress, I know it's pervs all on the net All in the comments, you wanna vomit That's your baby, you love her to death Now she cuttin' class and hangin' with friends You break a glass and say it again She can't comprehend the danger she in If you whoop her ass, she move in with him Then he whoop her ass, you go through it again But how you the devil rebukin' the sin? Let's pray we can put this behind us I swear that these times is the wildest She got the scars, they serve as reminders Blood still on her pajamas But yesterday is dead, yeah, moment of silence Next, she'll be off to college and then at the altar 'Cause she know that niggas is savage, niggas is monsters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters You might also like Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw It was all part of the story, even the scary nights Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (Night, night) They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off Colors drippin' off I'm saying it like... "I want a daughter like Nicki, aw, man, I promise I'ma turn her to a monster, but no ménages" I don't know how you saying it but, let 'em hear this

Kanye West

Through the Wire

Through the Wire by Kanye West

Last October Grammy-nominated producer KANYE WEST was in a nearly fatal car accident. His jaw was fractured in nearly three places. Two weeks later he recorded this song with his mouth still wired shut... so the world could feel his pain! Yo, G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, Hop? Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire I spit it through the wire, man There's too much stuff on my heart right now, man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life-or-death situation, man Y'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, man It's your boy, Kanye to the… Chi-Town, what's goin' on? Uh-huh, yeah, yeah You might also like I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man berserk Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Tellin' her her son's on life support? And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till She was with me before the deal, she'd been tryna be mine She a Delta, so she'd been throwin' that Dynasty sign No use in me tryna be lyin', I been tryna be signed Tryin' to be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man Story on MTV and I ain't tryna make a band I swear, this, right here, history in the makin', man Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire I really apologize for everything right now If it's unclear at all, man They got my mouth wired shut For like… I dunno, the doctor said like six weeks Y'know, he had, I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw I looked in the mirror And half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, man I couldn't believe it But I'm still here for y'all right now, man This what I got to say right here, dawg Yeah, turn me up, yeah, uh What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal On the hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds It was more like spoken word, 'cept he's really puttin' it down? And he explained the story 'bout how Blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt You would know how Mase felt (Mason Betha!) Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God, driver two wanna sue I got a lawyer for the case, to keep what's in my safe safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I… I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, it was televised There's been an accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must got a angel, ‘cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass? Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past Toys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid **** that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire Y'know what I'm sayin'? When the doctor told me I had, um That I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin I said, "Dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?" "It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on!" You can't be serious, man

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I Thought About Killing You

I Thought About Killing You by Kanye West

I know, I know, I know, I know, know I know, I know, I know, I know, know I, I know it, I know it The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest Today, I seriously thought about killing you I contemplated, premeditated murder And I think about killing myself And I love myself way more than I love you, so… Today, I thought about killing you, premeditated murder You'd only care enough to kill somebody you love The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest (Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm) Just say it out loud to see how it feels People say "don't say this, don't say that" Just say it out loud, just to see how it feels Weigh all the options, nothing's off the table Today, I thought about killing you, premeditated murder I think about killing myself And I, I love myself way more than I love you The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest (Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm) I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say somethin' good to compensate it so it doesn't come off bad But sometimes I think really bad things Really, really, really bad things And I love myself way more than I love you See, if I was tryin' to relate it to more people I'd probably say I'm struggling with loving myself Because that seems like a common theme But that's not the case here I love myself way more than I love you And I think about killing myself So, best believe, I thought about killing you today Premeditated murder You might also like I called up my loved ones, I called up my cousins I called up the Muslims, said I'm 'bout to go dumb Get so bright, it's no sun, get so loud, I hear none Screamed so loud, got no lungs, hurt so bad, I go numb Time to bring in the drums, that prra-pa-pa-pum Set the NewTone on 'em, set the nuke off on 'em I need Coke with no rum, I taste coke on her tongue I don't joke with no one, they'll say "He died so young" I done had a bad case of too many bad days Got too many bad traits, used the floor for ashtrays I don't do shit halfway, I'ma clear the cache I'ma make my name last, put that on my last name It's a different type of rules that we obey Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we Old Bay We was all born to die, nigga, DOA Niggas say they hero, mm, I don't see no cape Mm, I don't see no, mm, yeah, I don't see no, mm, mm If I wasn't shinin' so hard, wouldn't be no shade Buckwheat-ass nigga, it's gon' be o-tay Sorry, but I chose not to be no slave Young nigga shit, nigga, we don't age I thought I was past my Deebo ways Even when I went broke, I ain't break How you gon' hate? Nigga, we go way back To when I had the braids and you had the wave cap Drop a pin for the fade and I'm on my way ASAP Don't get socked in the mouth, you know homie don't play that Pay the fire marshal bill 'cause this shit done got way packed They wanna see me go ape (Ape, ape) All you gotta do is speak on Ye All you gotta do is speak on Ye Don't get your tooth chipped like Frito-Lay

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Only One

Only One by Kanye West (Ft. Paul McCartney)

As I lay me down to sleep I hear her speak to me Hello 'Mari, how ya doin'? I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin' I know you're happy, ‘cause I can see it So tell the voice inside ya head to believe it I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel And look at all that he gave you You asked for one and you got two You know I never left you ‘Cause every road that leads to Heaven's right inside you So I can say Hello, my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name Hello my only one, remember who you are No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, the good outweighs the bad even on your worst day Remember how I'd say Hey hey one day, you'll be the man you always knew you could be And if you knew how proud I was You'd never shed a tear, have a fear, no you wouldn't do that And though I didn't pick the day to turn the page I know it's not the end every time I see her face, and I hear you say You might also like Hello my only one, remember who you are You got the world ‘cause you got love in your hands And you're still my chosen one So can you understand? One day you'll understand So hear me out, hear me out I won't go, I won't go No goodbyes, no goodbyes Just hello, just hello And when you cry, I will cry And when you smile, I will smile And next time when I look in your eyes We'll have wings and we'll fly Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name And you're still my chosen one, remember who you are No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Tell Nori about me, tell Nori ab- I just want you to do me a favor Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me...1KEmbed

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30 Hours

30 Hours by Kanye West

Baby lion goes Where the islands go You say you never saw this comin', well, you're not alone Million dollar renovations to a happy home My ex says she gave me the best years of her life I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right I wake up, assessin' the damages Checkin' MediaTakeOut Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch But it's blurry enough to get the fake out I wake up, all veggies no eggs I hit the gym, all chest no legs Yep, then I made myself a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale, ándale E.I, E.I, uh-oh You had me drivin' far enough to switch the time zone You was the best of all time at the time, though Yeah, you wasn't mine, though But I still drove thirty hours And I, I still drove thirty hours to you, yeah You might also like I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam Young producer just trying to get his flows off I remember being nervous to do Victoria's Secret 'Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl You don't love me, you just pretendin' I need a happy beginnin', middle and endin' Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago It's gettin' hot in here, that's all that I know Got a hotel room, three stars for you You call down for an omelet, girl, it's 5 in the morning You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, don't start with me I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob' 'Cause you was in college complainin' 'bout it's no jobs But you were suckin' a nigga dick the whole time Well, I guess a blowjob's better than no job And I drove back thirty hours, uh Where the main ties onto the sail Better on sighting For astern, oh 3 Stacks, can you help me out? Thirty hours Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to Thirty hours Thirty hours I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship Now a nigga mad Now I'm 'bout to drive ninety miles like Matt Barnes to kill Thirty hours Just to kill Just to Just to I'm about to drive ninety Ninety miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass It was my idea and now a nigga (Thirty hours) Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh A stunna Whoop him after school just to show I got class Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh with you, yeah (Thirty hours) You know what I'm sayin'? Drop some shit like that Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, uh Whoop him after school just to Thirty hours Whoop him after school just to show I got class Uh, igh, uh, uh, 3 Stacks Thirty hours Just ride out to that, uh Check it out: this the bonus track, this the bonus Thirty hours My favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this That's why they kick it off like this Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden Thirty hours Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit, ayy, ayy The pyramids shall rise Thirty hours Look at these ultralight beams flowin' For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us Let's rock out for 'bout Thirty hours You know, ayy, you know Ayy, you know, ayy, you know Thirty hours Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team, ayy Remember when the whole block'd get shout out? This my version of a shout-out track Thirty hours Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa Thirty hours To my family: thank you for holding me down The media be acting like Thirty hours That's Gabe calling Yo, Gabe I'm just doing a— I'm just doing an adlib track right now What's up? Thirty hours Thirty hours

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Heartless

Heartless by Kanye West

In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo? Just remember that you talkin' to me though You need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo I mean, after all the things that we been through I mean, after all the things we got into Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me So you walk around like you don't know me You got a new friend, well, I got homies But in the end, it's still so lonely In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? You might also like How could you be so Dr. Evil? You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know I decided we wasn't gon' speak so Why we up 3 AM on the phone? Why do she be so mad at me fo'? Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold I won't stop, won't mess my groove up ‘Cause I already know how this thing go You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me They say that they don't see what you see in me You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see You'll never find nobody better than me In the night, I hear 'em talk (Me) The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? Talk and talk and talk and talk Baby, let's just knock it off They don't know what we been through They don't know 'bout me and you So I got somethin' new to see And you just gon' keep hatin' me And we just gon' be enemies I know you can't believe I could just leave it wrong And you can't make it right I'm gon' take off tonight into the night In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? (How, how?) Oh, how could you be so heartless? On and on and on and on And on and, and on and on and on

Kanye West

Yikes

Yikes by Kanye West

Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare, myself, myself Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh Is he gon' make it? TBD, huh Thought I was gon' run, DMC, huh I done died and lived again on DMT, huh See, this a type of high that won't come down This the type of high that get you gunned down Yeezy, Yeezy trollin' OD, huh Turn TMZ to Smack DVD, huh Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too I'ma pray for him 'cause he got MeToo'd Thinkin' what if that happened to me too Then I'm on E! News Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself You might also like Ayy, hospital band a hundred bands, fuck a watch Hundred grand'll make your best friends turn to opps I hear y'all bringin' my name up a lot Guess I just turned the clout game up a notch See, y'all really shocked, but I'm really not You know how many girls I took to the titty shop? If she get the ass with it, that's a 50 pop I still bring the bad bitches in the city out Uh, just a different type of leader We could be in North Korea, I could smoke with Wiz Khalifa, uh Told my wife I've never seen her After I hit it, bye Felicia, that's the way that I'ma leave it up Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help See, this is why all the bitches fuck with Ye! Fuck what they talkin' 'bout! Sometimes I scare myself, myself They take me on meds, off meds, ask yourself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Ask your homegirl right now, "Look, you had a shot at Ye?" Sometimes I scare myself, myself You'd drop everything! Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh This is why your bitches fuck with me, huh Smash, she gon' end up on TV, huh Last thing that you ever wanna see, huh I can feel the spirits all around me I think Prince and Mike was tryna warn me They know I got demons all on me Devil been tryna make an army They been strategizin' to harm me They don't know they dealin' with a zombie Niggas been tryna test my Gandhi Just because I'm dressed like Abercrombie You see? You see? That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! That's why I fuck with Ye! See, that's my third per— That's my bipolar shit, nigga, what? That's my superpower, nigga, ain't no disability I'm a superhero! I'm a superhero! Agghhh!

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Flashing Lights

Flashing Lights by Kanye West (Ft. Dwele)

Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in the new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like L'eau de Stardee shit I'm more of the trips to Florida Ordered the hors d'oeuvre, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?" And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte 'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these niggas got me I hate these niggas more than the Nazis As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights What do I know? Know Flashing lights You might also like I know it's been a while, sweetheart We hardly talk, I was doin' my thing I know I was foul, baby A-bay, lately, you've been all on my brain And if somebody would've told me a month ago Frontin' though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know If somebody would've told me a year ago It'll go get this difficult Feelin' like Katrina with no FEMA Like Martin with no Gina Like a flight with no Visa First class with the seat back, I still see ya In my past, you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum I'm just sayin', "Hey, Mona Lisa Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar" As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights What do I know? Know Flashing lights As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far But what do you know? Flashing lights What do you know? Know Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights

Kanye West

Jesus Walks

Jesus Walks by Kanye West

We at war We at war with terrorism, racism But most of all we at war with ourselves (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless Where restless (Niggas) might snatch your necklace And next these (Niggas) might jack your Lexus Somebody tell these (Niggas) who Kanye West is I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless *gasps* Try to catch it *gasps* it's kinda hard Getting choked by detectives, yeah, yeah, now check the method They be askin' us questions, harass and arrest us Sayin' "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast" Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis? We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis My mama used to say only Jesus can save us Well mama I know I act a fool But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move I hope You might also like (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long So long, so long (Jesus, walk with me) To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers (Jesus walks for them) To the victims of welfare feel we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah (Jesus walks for them) Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary 'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers is role models: we rap, we don't think I ain't here to argue about His facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, videotape But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which'll probably take away from my ends Then I hope this take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreamin' about Next time I'm in the club, everybody screamin' out (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now

Kanye West

Highlights

Highlights by Kanye West (Ft. The-Dream & Young Thug)

High as light Tell my baby I'm back in town High, high, my light Tell everybody I'm back in town High, highlight Tell my baby I'm back in town, town Highlight We only makin' the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights We only makin' the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights Can we play that back one time? And after that night I'm gon' wanna play this shit back, oh no (Highlight) Sometimes I'm wishin' that my dick had GoPro (Highlight) So I could play that shit back in slow mo (Slow motion) I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro We only makin' the highlights (Slow motion, slow motion, slow motion) Dying in the sunlight We only makin' the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights Yeah, Jeffery You might also like One life, one night Uh Highlights Sound like me Livin' the life 'til I die I bet me and Ray J would be friends If we ain't love the same bitch Yeah, he might have hit it first Only problem is I'm rich (I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich) (Highlights) Uh, 21 Grammys, superstar family We the new Jacksons, I'm all about that action (We only making the highlights) I'm about that Farrakhan, life is a marathon I'ma shift the paradigm, I'ma turn up every time I'ma bust a coach's head open on some Diddy shit If he ever talk to my son like an idiot (I know my life gon' be highlights) One time for a nigga really gettin' it Two times 'cause we got the whole city lit Advice to all my niggas: impregnate Bridget (Oh, no, drop that shit back!) So if she have a baby she gon' make another nigga Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches, hah? Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian, hah? She spent her whole check on some Christians And that girl ain't even religious Walkin', livin', breathin' god, you know my past well Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help him with the weight I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate So when I'm on vacay, I need to kick back, heh? What you want? You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack, heh, huh? Uh, I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know right now if you a freak or not Oh lord (Ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah), oh lord (Ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah) I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Oh lord, oh my lord (Oh nah nah nah nah)

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Homecoming

Homecoming by Kanye West (Ft. Chris Martin)

Yeah And you say Chi city! Chi city! Chi city! I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? (Yeah) Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again (Ow!) -Min' home again I met this girl when I was three years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She said, "Excuse me, little homie, I know you don't know me, but My name is Windy and I like to blow trees," and From that point, I'd never blow her off Niggas come from out of town, I like to show her off They like to act tough, she like to tow 'em off And make 'em straighten up their hat 'cause she know they soft And when I grew up, she showed me how to go downtown In the nighttime, her face lit up, so astoundin' I told her in my heart is where she'll always be She never messed with entertainers 'cause they always leave She said, "It felt like they walked and drove on me" Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me She said, "Ye, keep makin' that, keep makin' that platinum and gold for me" You might also like I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again But if you really cared for her Then you wouldn't've never hit the airport to follow your dreams Sometimes I still talk to her But when I talk to her, it always seems like she talkin' 'bout me She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you But they just not you," and I just got through Talkin' 'bout what niggas tryin' to do just not new Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong I guess you never know what you got 'til it's gone I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home And guess when I heard that? When I was back home Every interview, I'm representin' you, makin' you proud Reach for the stars, so if you fall, you land on a cloud Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around If you don't know by now, I'm talkin' 'bout Chi-Town I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Maybe we can start again

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HUMBLE.

HUMBLE. by Kendrick Lamar

1001 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañolРусскийPortuguêsPolskiAzərbaycanca / آذربايجانDeutschHUMBLE. Lyrics Nobody pray for me It been that day for me Way (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note It's levels to it, you and I know Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, lil’, hol’ up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol’ up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol’ up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Who that nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right I make a play fucking up your whole life I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest nigga after all Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)1.2KEmbed

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​m.A.A.d city

​m.A.A.d city by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. MC Eiht)

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window — check yourself Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where **** hang out Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers Suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all—duck" That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce Now crawl your head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct Make sure you're corporate or they'll be callin' your mother collect They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess ​m.A.A.d. city See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!— Wake yo' punk-ass up It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang G-yeah, real simple and plain Let me teach you some lessons about the street (Smoke somethin', nigga) Hood ('Sup, cuz?) It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang G-yeah, how we do Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad' Sleepin' in the living room of my mama's pad Reality struck, I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed (Watch out, cuz) My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leavin' In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (Sup?) Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin' You know the reasons but still'll never know my life Kendrick a.k.a. "Compton's Human Sacrifice" G-yeah, cocaine, weed Niggas been mixin' shit since the '80s, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds Dip, make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules But, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doin' the same thang Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, yeah Couple of IV's with the fuckin' spray-can Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave Mount up, regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, yeah Trip, we in the hood still So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, yeah, it's so real, yeah Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat? If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinkin' and drive Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes Probably go to the projects I live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what? ​m.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn You ain't the one that got fucked up What you holdin' it for? Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Nigga, that ain't no word Nigga, shut up Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip Just lay back and drink that2.2KEmbed

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Swimming Pools (Drank)

Swimming Pools (Drank) by Kendrick Lamar

Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Now, I done grew up round some people livin' their life in bottles Granddaddy had the golden flask, backstroke every day in Chicago Some people like the way it feel, some people wanna kill their sorrow Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem I was in a dark room, loud tunes, lookin' to make a vow soon That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup I see the crowd mood Changin' by the minute and the record on repeat Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick I am your conscience, if you do not hear me then you will be history, Kendrick I know that you're nauseous right now and I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick If I take another one down, I'ma drown in some poison, abusin' my limit I think that I'm feelin' the vibe, I see the love in her eyes I see the feelin', the freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived This how you capitalize, this is parental advised, and apparently, I'm over-influenced By what you are doin', I thought I was doin' the most 'til someone said to me Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Sherane Sherane (Pool—Kendrick—Kendrick—lies in it) Sherane, Sherane (W-watch 'em all flock) Aw man… Sherane (Girls wanna play-play-play) Where is she takin' me? (I got) Where is she takin' me? (Pool full of liquor, I'ma die in...) All I—all I—all I— All I have in life is my new appetite for failure And I got hunger pain that grow insane, tell me, do that sound familiar? If it do, then you're like me, makin' excuse that your relief Is in the bottom of a bottle and the greenest indo leaf As the window open I release everything that corrode inside of me I see you jokin', why you laugh? Don't you feel bad? I prob'ly sleep And never ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough "They stomped the homie out over a bitch? K-Dot, you good, blood? Now we can drop, ye we can drop you back off" "That nigga's straight, man, that nigga ain't trippin'" "We gon' do the same ol' shit I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' ru—they run opposite way Fall right in ****'s lap And he gon' tear they ass up, simple as that" "And I hope that bitch that set him up, out there We gon' pop that bitch too" "Wait hold up, ayy, I see somebody" *Car door opens and gunshots are fired* "Aha! Got them niggas, K-Dot, you good?" "L****, you good?" "Yeah, blood, I'm good – Dave, you good? Dave? Dave, say somethin' – Dave? These bitch-ass niggas killed my brother!"

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DNA.

DNA. by Kendrick Lamar

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 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 (I’m a soldier's DNA) Born inside the beast, my expertise checked out in second grade When I was 9, on cell, 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 Nazareth gonna plead his case The reason my power's here on earth Salute the truth, when the prophet say See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I-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-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, fuck your life I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA I live a be-, fuck your life Five, four, three, two, one 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 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 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 nine Look up in the sky, ten 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

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Money Trees

Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Jay Rock)

Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish, ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive, was persuasive) From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool, they wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros, tell my bros) Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on, "Let Burn" came on) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind, free our mind) Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs, see dollar signs) You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew, we never knew) Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's jus' how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's jus' how I feel Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do) Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school, way after school) You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies” (My homies) Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational, that's rational) Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head, my Tony head) He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same, won't be the same) A Louis belt that never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain) But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin', that day is jerkin') Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin', Pirellis skirtin') Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) They say your hood is a pot o' gold (A pot o' gold, a pot o' gold) And we gon' crash it when nobody's home See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus' how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's jus' how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's jus' how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! 'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings; liquors spillin', pistols poppin' Bakin' soda YOLA whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin' My homeboy just dome'd a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter n'em—get the fuck up out my way, bish! Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bish! Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin', Blood Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs but it's all good Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus' how I feel PAULA DUCKWORTH: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I-I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyway. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man is on one. He feelin' good as a motherfucker. Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin', too. I'm going to Merlin' house. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin' good. Look, listen to him! KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause you got a big ol’ fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’— PAULA DUCKWORTH: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin' off them dominoes no more. Just bring the car back! KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Did somebody say dominoes?

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XXX.

XXX. by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. U2)

America God bless you if it's good to ya America, please take my hand Can you help me underst— New Kung Fu Kenny! Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks He'll take it Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis He'll make it (He'll make it) Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you somethin' Woah (Woah) I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!," X-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo' Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (No mo') Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America, you know we all love him Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dawg, 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? It been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome." He was lookin' for some closure, hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him "I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel: If somebody kill 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 I wait in front a nigga's spot and watch him hit his block I catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!" Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck 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 momma, touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Alright, kids, we're gonna talk about gun control (Pray for me) Damn! It's not a place This country is to me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders—look what you taught us It's murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's in office We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again But is America honest, or do we bask in sin? Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to Blood? I'll aks again—oops, accident It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice, then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does It's not a place This country is to me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look ar—

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Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe by Kendrick Lamar

I am a sinner Who's prob'ly gonna sin again Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away, I got My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin' Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist I can feel the changes, I can feel a new life, I always Knew life can be dangerous, I can say that I like a challenge And you tell me it's painless, you don't know what pain is How can I paint this picture when the color blind is hangin' witcha? Fell on my face and awoke with a scar, another mistake livin' deep in my heart Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick, I can admit that it did look like yours Why you resent every makin' of his? Tell me your purpose is petty again But even a small lighter can burn a bridge, even a small lighter can burn a bridge I can feel the changes, I can feel the new people round me Just wanna be famous, you can see that my city found me Then put me on stages, to me, that's amazin' To you, that's a quick check, with all disrespect, let me say this See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I am a sinner Who's prob'ly gonna sin again Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away, I got My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin' Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe I'm tryna keep it alive and not compromise the feelin' we love You're tryna keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does And I'm lookin' right past ya, we live in a world, we live in a world On two different axles, you live in a world, you livin' behind The mirror, I know what you're scared of, the feeling of feeling emotions inferior This shit is vital, I know you had to, this shit is vital, I know you had to Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain is way more believable Give me a feasible gain, rather a seasonal name, I'll let the people know This is somethin' you can blame on yourselves, you can remain stuck in a box I'ma breakout and then hide every lock, I'ma breakout and then hide every lock I can feel the changes, I can feel the new people round me Just wanna be famous, you can see that my city found me Then put me on stages, to me, that's amazin' To you, that's a quick check, with all disrespect, let me say this I am a sinner Who's prob'ly gonna sin again Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away, I got My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin' Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe, you ain't heard the coast Like this in a long time, don't you see that long line? And they waitin' on Kendrick like the 1st and the 15th Threes in the air, I can see you are in sync Hide your feelings, hide your feelings, now, what you better do I'll take your girlfriend then put that pussy on the pedestal Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Walk out the door and they scream, "It's alive!" My New Year's resolution is to stop all the pollution Talk too motherfuckin' much, I got my drink, I got my music I say, bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe "K-Dot, get in the car, nigga! Come on, we finna roll out! Nigga, I got a pack of blacks and a beat CD Get yo' freestyles ready!"

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King Kunta

King Kunta by Kendrick Lamar

I got a bone to pick I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers Sittin' in my throne again Ayy, ayy, nigga, what's happenin'? K-Dot back in the hood, nigga! I'm mad (He mad!), but I ain't stressin' True friends, one question Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams—(What's the yams?) The yam is the power that be You can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street (Oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can) I can dig rappin', but a rapper with a ghostwriter? What the fuck happened? (Oh no!) I swore I wouldn't tell, but most of y'all sharing bars Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell (A two-man cell) Something's in the water (Something's in the water) And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (Oh yeah!) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams—(What's the yams?) The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two I was contemplatin' gettin' off stage Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say… (Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him You goat-mouth mammyfucker I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin', "Compton!" I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest And I put that on my momma and my baby boo too Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo-woo! Aw, yeah, fuck the judge I made it past twenty-five, and there I was A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him Life ain't shit but a fat vagina Screamin', "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?" Limo tinted with the gold plates Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king (Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'—*Gunshot* By the time you hear the next pop The funk shall be within you—*Gunshot* Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk We want the funk We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk Do you want the funk? We want the funk Do you want the funk? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence2KEmbed

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Poetic Justice

Poetic Justice by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Drake)

Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it Say, if you a bad bitch, put your hands up high Hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talkin' 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go I recognize your fragrance, hol' up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh And I know your taste is a little bit, mmm, high maintenance, uh Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet, where your friends and 'em? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off, fuck that, pour up plenty Of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty Range, I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga, don't approach her with that Atari, nigga, that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, PS Anytime You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright Anytime You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I really hope you play this 'cause, oh, girl, you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one-off vacations You've been takin', clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' witcha other man I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane, take you and your momma to the motherland, I could do it Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's alright here in the city and you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh Good God, what you doin' that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more They say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, PS Anytime You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright Anytime You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright Every time I write these words they become a taboo Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof, I'm talkin' Poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb It's you lookin' in the mirror, love is not just a verb It's you lookin' for it, maybe, call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb And I can see power steerin', sex drive when you swerve I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, mhmm That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, mhmm Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, PS Anytime You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song "I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie Where is you from? Or it is a problem." "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ask him if he heard from Sherane Ayy, you out here for Sherane, homie?"" "I don't care who this nigga over here for If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry." "Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay? I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay? You gon' tell me where you from, okay? Or, or, or where your grandma stay Where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?" "Fuck all this talkin'." "Matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car 'fore I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!"

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LOVE.

LOVE. by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Zacari)

Damn, love or lust Damn, all of us Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me (Another world premiere) So give me a run for my money Sippin' bubbly, feelin’ lovely, livin' lovely Just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you, I got nothin' (Uh, uh) Ayy, I got somethin' Hol' up, we gon' function, ayy, no assumptions, ayy Feelin' like Tyson with it Knock it out twice, I’m with it Only for the night, I’m kiddin' Only for life, yeah, homie for life, yeah Only for life, let’s get it Hit that shoulder lean I know what comin' over me Backstroke oversea I know what you need Already on ten, all money come in All feeling go out, this feeling don't drought This party won't end See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like If I didn’t ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you, I got nothin' (Uh, uh) Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely, livin' lovely Just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me I'm on the way We ain't got no time to waste Poppin' your gum on the way love me Am I in the way? I don't wan' pressure you none I want your blessing today love me Oh, by the way, open the door by the way Told you that I'm on the way love me I'm on the way, I know connection is vague Pick up the phone for me, babe Dammit, we jammin' Bad attitude from yo' nanny Curves and your hips from yo' mammy Remember Gardena, I took the studio Camry I know Top will be mad at me I had to do it, I want your body, your music I bought the big one to prove it Look what you made Told you that I'm on the way I'm like a exit away, yep If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you, I got nothin' (Uh, uh) Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely, livin' lovely Just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me

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Backseat Freestyle

Backseat Freestyle by Kendrick Lamar

Uh, Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I feel amazin', damn, I'm in the Matrix My mind is livin' on cloud nine and this 9 is never on vacation Start up that Maserati and – vroom-vroom! – I'm racin' Poppin' pills in the lobby and I pray they don't find her naked And I pray you niggas is hatin', shooters go after Judas Jesus Christ, if I live life on my knees ain't no need to do this Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Church's Chicken All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winnin', screamin'— All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Goddamn I got bitches (Okay), damn I got bitches (Okay) Damn I got bitches: wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I've got twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir Put fire to that ass, body cast on a stretcher And her body got that ass that a ruler couldn't measure And it make me cum fast, but I never get embarrassed And I recognize you have what I've been wantin' since that record That Adina Howard had pop it fast to impress her She rollin', I'm holdin' my scrotum imposin' This voice here is golden, so fuck y'all, I goes in, and— All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches: wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or, nigga, it's go time I roll in dough with a good grind And I run that ho with a baton That's a relay race with a bouquet They say, "K, you goin' marry mines" Biatch! No way, biatch! No way Biatch! No way, biatch! Okay I'm never livin' life confined It's a failure even if I'm blind I can tell you who, what, when, where How to sell your game right on time Biatch! Go play, biatch! Go play Biatch! Go play Biatch, I look like O. J.​ Killin' everything from pussy to a mothafuckin' Hit-Boy beat She pussy poppin' and I got options like an audible, I be C-O-M-P-T-O-N, I win, then ball at your defeat C-O-M-P-T-O-N, my city, mobbin' in the street, yellin'— All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower Let it run, Ali Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream

Kendrick Lamar

Alright

Alright by Kendrick Lamar

Alls my life, I has to fight, nigga Alls my life, I— Hard times like, "Yah!" Bad trips like, "Yah!" Nazareth I'm fucked up, homie, you fucked up But if God got us, then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're looking at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down? Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me Reaping everything I sow, so my karma coming heavy No preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before Nigga, when our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Nigga, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho' Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house⁠? You, a car? Forty acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it, I know it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinking of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the Regal Digging in my pocket, ain't a profit big enough to feed you Every day my logic get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico, ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, every day I sequel If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs; I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before Nigga, when our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Nigga, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho' Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright, and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers

Kendrick Lamar

Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst by Kendrick Lamar

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 I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you In case I'm not here tomorrow I'm hopin' that I can borrow A peace 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 in a fight he tried to put up But the type of bullet that stuck Had went against his will, that's blood spilled on your hands My plan's 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 youngin 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'ma 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— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like 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 You wrote a song about my sister on your tape And called it Section.80 The message resembled "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? Judgin' her past and shit? Well, it's completely my future Her nigga behind me right now askin' for ass and shit And I'ma need that forty dollars Even if I got to fuck, suck and swallow In the parking lot, Gonzales Park, I'm followed By a married man, and father of three My titties bounce on the cadence of his tinklin' 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 somethin' 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 tryna 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'ma get it or die tryin' I'm eyein' every male gender with intentions of buyin' You lyin' to these motherfuckers Talkin' about you can help 'em with my story You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you ain't shit… 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 Sometimes I look in the mirror And ask myself: Am I really scared of passin' 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 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus I wrote some raps that made sure that my lifeline reekin' The scent of a reaper, ensurin' that my allegiance With the other side may come soon, and if I'm doomed May the womb of my mother be blessed for many moons I suffer a lot And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch I tie my stomach in knots And I'm not sure 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 a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death Really stuck in the schema of wonderin' when I'ma rest And you're right, your brother was a brother to me And your sister's situation was the one that pulled me In a direction to speak on somethin' That's realer than the TV screen By any means, wasn't tryin' to offend or come between Her personal life, I was like "It need to be told" Cursin' the life of twenty generations after her soul Exactly what'd happen if I ain't continue rappin' Or steady bein' distracted by money, drugs and 4-5's I count lives, all on these songs Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong Fightin' for your rights, even when you're wrong And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone Am I worth it? Did I put enough work in? 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 Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh (On the phone) "Ay, ay, ay, where you 'bout to go?" "Nigga, the homie's brother—nigga, right here, he gone, my nigga, he gone!" "Hey, come to the store for a nigga, one time." "We on the block right now, my nigga, like, we—nigga, we right here, my nigga." "Bring a nigga back a black!" "Nigga—bruh—nigga, they just killed the homie's brother, my nigga. We right here on the block, my nigga... Al—alright, nigga—nigga, just come—alright, alright, just call me back, man, just call me back." "Bring a nigga back a black!" (*Hangs up*) "Ahh, fuck... So, so, what we gon' do, my niggas? What we gon' do?" "Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga. Like... nigga, I don't give a fuck, my nigga. We can go back right now." "Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit! My brother, homie!" Tired of runnin', tired of huntin' My own kind, but retirin' nothin' Tires are steady screechin', the driver is rubbin' Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst? Dope on the corner, look at the coroner Daughter is dead, mother is mournin' her Stray bullets, AK bullets Resuscitation was waitin' patiently, but they couldn't Bring her back, who got the footage? Channel 9, cameras is lookin' It's hard to channel your energy when you know he crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding I know I'm good at Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst How many sins? I'm runnin' out How many sins? I lost count Dreams of ballin' like Spalding But only shotty bounce The reaper callin', I'm cottonmouth Money is power (Money is power) Yours is ours (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 doin'? Who are we foolin'? 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 runnin', choirs is hummin' Tell us to visit, we lie about comin' Now back to business, loadin' the guns in Back of the Buick, your hood is feudin' The beef is bubblin', it's no discussion Hereditary, all of my cousins Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst Too many sins, I'm runnin' out Somebody send me a well for the drought See all I know is takin' notes On takin' 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 runnin', tired of runnin', tired of tumblin' Tired of runnin', tired of tumblin', backwards My momma 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 dyin' of thirst, you dyin' of thirst So hop in that water, and pray that it works" Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit! That’s my brother, homie! Young man, come talk to me! Is that what I think that is? I know that's not what I think that is Why are you so angry? See, you young men are dying of thirst Do you know what that means? That means you need water, holy water You need to be baptized, with the spirit of the Lord Do you want to receive God as your personal savior? Okay, repeat after me: "Lord God, I come to You a sinner" (Lord God, I come to You a sinner) "And I humbly repent for my sins" (And I humbly repent for my sins) "I believe that Jesus is Lord" (I believe that Jesus is Lord) "I believe You raised Him from the dead" (I believe You raised Him from the dead) "I would ask that Jesus come into my life" (I would ask that Jesus come in my life) "And be my Lord and Savior" (And be my Lord and Savior) "I receive Jesus to take control of my life" (I receive Jesus to take control of my life) "And that I may live for Him from this day forward" (And that I may live for Him from this day forward) "Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood" (Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood) "In Jesus' name, amen" (In Jesus' name, amen) Alright now, remember this day The start of a new life, your REAL life

Kendrick Lamar

The Blacker the Berry

The Blacker the Berry by Kendrick Lamar

Everything black, I don't want black (They want us to bow) I want everything black, I ain't need black (Down to our knees) Some white, some Black, I ain't mean black (And pray to the God) I want everything black (We don't believe) Everything black, want all things black I don't need black, want everything black Don't need black, our eyes ain't black I own black, own everything black Six in the morn' Fire in the street Burn, baby, burn (You, you, you, you, you) That's all I wanna see (You, you, you, you, you) And sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain It's such a shame, they may call me crazy They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin' But homie, you made me (You, you, you, you, you) Black don't crack, my nigga I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015 Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean Been feelin' this way since I was sixteen, came to my senses You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it I'm African-American, I'm African, I'm black as the moon Heritage of a small village, pardon my residence Came from the bottom of mankind My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide You hate me, don't you? You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture You're fuckin' evil I want you to recognize that I'm a proud monkey You vandalize my perception but can't take style from me And this is more than confession I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion I'm guardin' my feelings, I know that you feel it You sabotage my community, makin' a killin' You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like 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 I said they treat me like a slave cah me Black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain cah we Black And man a say they put me inna chains cah we Black Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars 'pon me back But now we have a big whip parked 'pon the block All them say we doomed from the start cah we Black Remember this, every race start from the block, jus 'member dat I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015 Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean I mean, it's evident that I'm irrelevant to society That's what you're tellin' me, penitentiary would only hire me Curse me 'til I'm dead, church me with your fake prophesizing That I'ma be just another slave in my head Institutionalized manipulation and lies Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes You hate me, don't you? I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt Watchin' me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out Muscle cars like pull-ups, show you what these big wheels 'bout, ah Black and successful, this black man meant to be special Katzkins on my radar, bitch, how can I help you? How can I tell you I'm making a killin'? You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga 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 I said they treat me like a slave cah me Black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain cah we Black And man a say they put me inna chains cah we Black Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars 'pon me back But now we have a big whip parked 'pon the block All them say we doomed from the start cah we Black Remember this, every race start from the block, jus 'member dat I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015 When I finish this, if you listen, then sure you will agree This plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatred It's genocism, it's grimy, little justification I'm African-American, I'm African I'm Black as the heart of a fuckin' Aryan I'm Black as the name of Tyrone and Darius, excuse my French But fuck you — no, fuck y'all, that's as blunt as it gets I know you hate me, don't you? You hate my people, I can tell 'cause it's threats when I see you I can tell 'cause your ways deceitful Know I can tell because you in love with that Desert Eagle Thinkin' maliciously, he get a chain then you gon' bleed him It's funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war Two tribal armies that wanna build and destroy Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door Beefin' with Pirus, only death settle the score So don't matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers Or tell Georgia State "Marcus Garvey got all the answers" Or try to celebrate February like it's my B-Day Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements Or watch BET 'cause urban support is important So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street When gang-banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me? Hypocrite! 1.6KEmbed

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ELEMENT.

ELEMENT. by Kendrick Lamar

New Kung Fu Kenny Ain't nobody prayin' for me Y'all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth Here we go! I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't give a fuck I'm willin' to die for this shit I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy I been stomped out in front of my mama My daddy commissary made it to commas Bitch, all my grandmas dead So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin' Auntie on my Telegram like, "Be cautious!" I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element I'm allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy An imaginary rich nigga, ayy Seven figures ho, that's slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy We okay, we let the A1 fly Relocate, jump on the same G5 Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah They never been ready, yeah, I know, yeah, know, yeah 100K spread across the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah None of y'all fuckin' with the flow, yeah, the flow, yeah Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races You know this'll never be a tie, just look at they laces You know careers take off, just gotta be patient Mr. One through Five, that's the only logic Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element Damned if I do, if I don't (Yuh) Goddamn us all if you won't (Yuh) Damn, damn, damn, it's a goddamn shame You ain't front in line, get out the goddamn way Niggas thought they wasn't gonna see me, huh? Niggas thought that K-Dot real life Was the same life they see on TV, huh? Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh? Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh? 'Cause most of y'all ain't real, most of y'all gon' squeal Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand Just say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies Most of y'all don't fade, most of y'all been advised Last LP I tried to lift the black artists But it's a difference 'tween black artists and wack artists If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy It's the one and only, the world's greatest, the Kid Capri If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element

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LOYALTY.

LOYALTY. by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Rihanna)

I said I'm geeked and I’m fired up (Fired, fire) All I want tonight is just get high (High, high, high) Girl, you look so good, it's to die for (Die for, fire) Ooh, that pussy good, it's to die for (I’m on fire) 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 Kung Fu Kenny now My resume is real enough for two millennium 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) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Bad girl RiRi now Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, leave it 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 I'm a savage, I'm a asshole, I’m a king Shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ya rah (Yeah) You can tell your nigga he can meet me outside (Yeah) You can babysit him when I leave him outside Ain't no other love like the one I know I done been down so long lost hope I done came down so hard I slowed Honestly forever, all a real nigga want 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 Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty 10-4, no switchin' sides Feel somethin' wrong You actin' shifty, you don't vibe With me no more, I need Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty 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 in 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 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) Are you 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? That's what God for 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 Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty 10-4, no switchin' sides Feel somethin' wrong You actin' shifty, you don't vibe With me no more, I need 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

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​i (Album Version)

​i (Album Version) by Kendrick Lamar

Is this mic on? (Hey, move this way, this way) Hey, Hey! Hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon Is the mic on or not? I want the mic We're bringing up nobody, nobody Nobody but the number one rapper in the world He done traveled all over the world He came back just to give you some game All of the little boys and girls, come up here (Ah, one two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick Lamar!) Trial, tribulation, but I know God The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie (Make some noise, brother!) Pray that the holy water don't go dry As I look around me So many motherfuckers wanna down me But enemigo never drown me In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me And (I love myself) Huh, when you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see? (I love myself) Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police (I love myself) Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself) One day at a time, huh See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like They wanna say it's a war outside, bomb in the street Gun in the hood, mob of police Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend And a bottle full of lean and a model on the scheme, uh These days of frustration keep y'all on tuck and rotation (Come to the front, yeah) I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis Dreams of reality's peace (Oh, yeah) Blow steam in the face of the beast Sky could fall down, wind could cry now Look at me motherfucker I smile- And (I love myself) Uh, and when you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see? (I love myself) Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police (I love myself) Illuminated— All ya'll come to the front, ya'll come up to the front (I love myself) Baby, what about you? Come on (Crazy, what you gon' do?) Lift up your head and keep moving, (Keep moving) turn the mic up (Haunt you) Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart On my sleeve, let the runway start You know the miserable do love company What do you want from me and my scars? Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence How many times my potential was anonymous? How many times the city making me promises? So I promise this, nigga (I love myself) Uh, and when you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see? (I love myself) Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police (I love myself) Huh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy (I love myself) Huh (Walk my bare feet) Huh (Walk my bare feet) Huh (Down, down valley deep) Huh (Down, down valley deep) (I love myself) Huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum) Huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum) (I love myself) Huh (My heart undone) one, two, three I went to war last night With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic I'ma do it 'til I get it right (Oh no) I went to war last night (Night, night, night, night) I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave From a negative and letting them annihilate me And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed Finna run into a building, lay my body— (Offstage Argument) Not on my, not while I'm up here Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time We could save that shit for the streets We could save that shit, this for the kids, bro 2015, niggas tired of playin' victim, dog Niggas ain't trying to play vic— TuTu, how many niggas we done lost? How many— Yan-Yan, how many we done lost? No for real, answer the que—, how many niggas we done lost bro? This—, this year alone Exactly, so we— we ain't got time to waste time, my nigga Niggas gotta make time, bro The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time, right? The judge make time so it ain’t shit It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro You know that It's— it's mando, right, it's mando And I s— I— And I— And I say this because I love you niggas, man I love all my niggas, bro Exac— enough said, enough said And we gon' get back to the show and move on, because that shit petty, my nigga Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to- All my niggas listen, listen to this: I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "fuck nigga" He said, "Think about what you saying: "Fuck niggas" No better than Samuel on the Django No better than a white man with slave boats" Sound like I needed some soul searching My Pops gave me some game in real person Retraced my steps on what they never taught me Did my homework fast before government caught me So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us So many artists gave her an explanation to hold us Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty; king royalty - wait listen N-E-G-U-S description: black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish The history books overlook the word and hide it America tried to make it to a house divided The homies don't recognize we been using it wrong So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more Black stars can come and get me Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive1.3KEmbed

Kendrick Lamar

A.D.H.D

A.D.H.D by Kendrick Lamar

Uh-uh, fuck that Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist Man, I swear my nigga trippin' off that shit again Pick him up, then I set him in cold water Then I order someone to bring him Vicodin Hope that take the pain away From the feelin' that he feel today You know when you part of Section.80 You feel like no one can relate 'Cause you are, you are, a loner, loner Marijuana endorphins make you stronger, stronger I'm in the house party trippin' off My generation sippin' cough syrup like it's water Never no pancakes in the kitchen Man, not one of our lives is caught up In the daily superstition that the world is 'bout to end Who gives a fuck? We never do listen 'Less it comes with an 808 (A melody and some hoes) PlayStation and some drank (Technology bought my soul) Lookin' around and all I see is a big crowd that's product of me And they probably relatives relevant for a rebel's dream Yep, her president is Black, she Black too Purple Label on her back, but that tab is light blue She take it straight to the head, then she look at me She got ADHD See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist Like woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) (They always told me ADHD did it) Woah, woah-woah And then she started And then she started feelin' herself like no one else in this apartment "Beg your pardon? Oh, I rap, baby, how old are you?" She say twenty-two, I say twenty-three, "Okay, then we are crack babies," damn "Why you say that?" She said, "Where my drink at?" "I'ma tell you later, just tell your neighbors and the police relax" I stood up, shut the blind, closed the screen, Jumbotron Made to the back where she reside, then she said, "Read between the lines," yep Hope that I get close enough when the lights turn down And the fact that she just might open up when the Nuvo start to drown Her body, and I know the both of us really deep in the mood now It's nothin' we can do now, somebody walked in with a pound (Woah) Of that Bay Area kush, she looked at me, then looked At it, then she grabbed it, then she said, "Get it understood" "You know why we crack babies? Because we born in the '80s The ADHD crazy" Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist Like woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) (They always told me ADHD did it) Woah, woah-woah You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light Double cup, deuce, four, six, just mix it in Sprite Ecstasy, 'shrooms, blow, 'dro, hoes, whatever you like You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light

Kendrick Lamar

FEAR.

FEAR. by Kendrick Lamar

Poverty's paradise I don’t think I could find a way to make it on this earth (I've been hungry all my life) What's up, family? Yeah, it’s your cousin Carl, man, just givin' you a call, man I know you been havin' a lot on yo' mind lately And I know you feel like, you know People ain't been prayin' for you But you have to understand this, man, that we are a cursed people Deuteronomy 28:28 says, "The Lord shall smite thee with madness And blindness, and astonishment of heart" See, family, that's why you feel like you feel Like you got a chip on your shoulder Until you follow His commandments, you gonna feel that way... Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle Why God, why God do I gotta bleed? Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Earth is no more, won’t you burn this muh’fucka? I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth Akcuf’hum siht nrub uoy t'now ,erom on si htraE Reffus attog I od doG yhw ,doG yhW Teef ym ta 'nitser uoy ta nworht enots yrevE Deelb attog I od doG yhw ,doG yhW Elggurts fo lluf snedrub yrrac traeh ym ni niaP Reffus attog I od doG yhw ,doG yhW Teef ym ta 'nitser uoy ta nworht enots yrevE See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I beat yo’ ass, keep talkin' back I beat yo' ass, who bought you that? You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch I beat yo' ass if you walk in this house With tears in your eyes, runnin' from Poo Poo and Prentice Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil' nigga That homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass Your teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all That TV better not be loud if you got it on Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em Better not hear 'bout you humpin' on Keisha's daughter Better not hear you got caught up I beat yo' ass, you better not run to your father I beat yo' ass, you know my patience runnin' thin I got buku payments to make County building's on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here I beat yo' ass if I beat yo' ass twice and you still here Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself? Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucker up And then I'd take two puffs I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh) I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh) Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now (Pull them panties to the side now) I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth I'll prolly die anonymous, I'll prolly die with promises I'll prolly die walkin' back home from the candy house I'll prolly die because these colors are standin' out I'll prolly die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin' I'll prolly die at these house parties, fuckin' with bitches I'll prolly die from witnesses leavin' me falsed accused I'll prolly die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges Body-slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin' Or maybe die from panic or die from bein' too lax Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments I'll prolly die tryna defuse two homies arguin' I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17 All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucker up And then I'd take two puffs (I've been hungry all my life) I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh) I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh) Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now (Pull them panties to the side now) Now When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years My newfound life made all of me magnified How many accolades do I need to block denial? The shock value of my success put bolts in me All this money, is God playin' a joke on me? Is it for the moment, and will he see me as Job? Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before? At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin' 30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus What is an advisor? Somebody that's holdin' my checks Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt? I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered How did the Bad Girl feel when she looked at them numbers? The type of shit'll make me flip out and just kill somethin' Drill somethin', get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin' I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me What they see from me would trickle down generations in time What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride 'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully, they disperse Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap Damn God damn you, God damn me God damn us, God damn we God damn us all Verse 2 says, "You only have I known of all the families of the Earth, therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities" So until we come back to these commandments Until you come back to these commandments We gonna feel this way, we gonna be under this curse Because He said He's gonna punish us The so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians Are the true children of Israel We are the Israelites, according to the Bible The children of Israel He's gonna punish us for our iniquities, for our disobedience Because we chose to follow other gods That man chastens his son, so the Lord, thy God, chasten thee So, just like you chasten your own son, He's gonna chasten you Because He loves you, so that's why we get chastised That's why we're in the position that we're in Until we come back to these laws, statutes, and commandments And do what the Lord says, these curses is gonna be upon us We gonna be at a lower state in this life that we live Here, in today, in the United States of America I love you, family, and I pray for you God bless you Shalom

Kendrick Lamar

Wesley’s Theory

Wesley's Theory by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. George Clinton & Thundercat)

Every nigga is a star, ayy, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ayy, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ayy Who will deny that you and I and every nigga is a star? Hit me! When the four corners of this cocoon collide You'll slip through the cracks hopin' that you’ll survive Gather your wit, take a deep look inside Are you really who they idolize? To Pimp a Butterfly At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin' of you Until I get my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for? See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four Platinum on everythin', platinum on weddin' ring Married to the game and a bad bitch chose When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good? I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get socked out Hit the press with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home (Everybody get out) At first, I did love you (Love you) But now I just wanna fuck (I just wanna fuck) Late nights thinkin' of you (Of you) Until I get my nut ('Til I get my nut) Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board (Across the board) Destroyed, but what for? Yo, what's up? It's Dre Remember the first time you came out to the house? You said you wanted a spot like mine But remember, anybody can get it The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker What you want you? A house or a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I know your kind (That's why I'm kind) Don't have receipts (Oh, man, that's fine) Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters" I can see the baller in you, I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you Because you make me live forever, baby Count it all together, baby Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes Too much ain't enough, both we know Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain't pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five Yeah, lookin' down, it's quite a drop (It's quite a drop, drop, drop) Lookin' good when you're on top (We’re on top together) You got a medal for us Leavin' metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home Tax man comin', tax man comin' Tax man comin', tax man comin' Tax man comin', tax man comin' Tax man comin', tax man comin'

Kendrick Lamar

Mortal Man

Mortal Man by Kendrick Lamar

Oh, oh, woah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh Yeah, uh The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin' Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan— (One two, one two, one two) When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin' Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be? Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line? If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar? Or question my character and degrade me on every blog? Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing But a prophet ain't a prophet 'til they ask you this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin' Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that— Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her? You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur? You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt? You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first? Can you be immortalized without your life being expired? Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time? Like, who got your best interest? Like, how much are you dependent? How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending? How tough is your skin when they turn you in? Do you show forgiveness? What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended? What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing? What kind of bridge did they burn? Revenge on your mind when it's mentioned You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom You wanna be remembered that delivered the message That considered the blessing of everyone This your lesson for everyone, say; When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin' Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me, nigga— I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you That's not Nelson-like—want you to love me like Nelson I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me? Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be? See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law Generation X—will I ever be your ex? Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all It's respect—but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead? Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? That nigga gave us "Billie Jean," you say he touched those kids? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga "I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in the hotel room I didn't wanna self destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn't stop survivor's guilt Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city I was entering a new one A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned The word was respect Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us But I don't know, I'm no mortal man Maybe I'm just another nigga” Shit and that's all I wrote I was gonna call it "Another Nigga" but, it ain't really a poem I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- About a metaphor actually, uh, you spoke on the ground What you mean by that, what the ground represent? The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil Right That's how I see it, my word is bond I see—and the ground is the symbol for the poor people Right The poor people is gonna open up this whole world And swallow up the rich people 'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat And they gonna be so appetizing, you know what I'm saying Wealthy, appetizing The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry Right You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu- They might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying? Aight so let me ask you this then Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities? I see myself as a natural born hustler A true hustler in every sense of the word I took nothin', I took the opportunities I worked at the most menial and degrading job And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it I went from having somebody managing me To me hiring the person that works my management company I changed everything, I realized my destiny In a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying? I made myself a millionaire, I made millions for a lot of people Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying? I made millions for the record companies I made millions for these movie companies Now I make millions for, for us And through your different avenues of success How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity? By my faith in God, by my faith in the game And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true" Right You know what I'm saying? And it was happening to me for a reason You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit I was punching the right buttons and it was happening So it's no problem, you know I mean, it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know I'm finna go straight through Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall? Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been, uh Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance And not only me but, it goes down my family tree You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back Aight well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like "We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win And I wanna lay it all down" In this country, a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength And that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back 'Cause once you turn 30 it's like They take the heart and soul out of a man Out of a black man, in this country And you don't wanna fight no more And if you don't believe me, you can look around You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old motherfuckers That's crazy, because me being one of your offsprings Of the legacy you left behind, I can truly tell you that There's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I wanted to ask you What you think is the future for me and my generation today? I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed For real, I don't think America know that I think America think we was just playing And it's gonna be some more playing but It ain't gonna be no playing It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying? It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this motherfucker You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen That's crazy, man, in my opinion Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic And I don't know what type of energy I'ma push out Or where it comes from, trip me out sometimes Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin' We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us Damn I wanted to read one last thing to you It's actually something a good friend had wrote Describing my world, it says: “The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it In order to protect itself from this mad city While consuming its environment The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him But praises the butterfly The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness And the beauty within the caterpillar But having a harsh outlook on life The caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits Already surrounded by this mad city The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon Which institutionalizes him He can no longer see past his own thoughts He's trapped When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city The result? Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations That the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different They are one and the same" What's your perspective on that? Pac? Pac? Pac?!

Kendrick Lamar

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*Screaming* Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated I place blame on you still, place shame on you still Feel like you ain't shit, feel like you don't feel Confidence in yourself, breakin' on marble floors Watchin' anonymous strangers, tellin' me that I'm yours But you ain't shit, I'm convinced your tolerance nothin' special What can I blame you for? Nigga, I can name several Situations, I'll start with your little sister bakin' A baby inside, just a teenager, where your patience? Where was your antennas? Where was the influence you speak of? You preached in front of one-hunnid-thousand but never reached her I fuckin' tell you fuckin' failure—you ain't no leader! I never liked you, forever despise you—I don't need ya! The world don't need ya, don't let them deceive ya Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that's for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent Fuckin' hate you, I hope you embrace it, I swear— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Lovin' you, lovin' you, not lovin' you, 100° proof I can feel your vibe and recognize that you're ashamed of me Yes, I hate you, too (Loving you ain't really complicated) "Housekeeping, housekeeping" (What I got to do to get to you?) "¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto!" (To you) "¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto!" (Loving you ain't really complicated) "¡Disculpe!" (What I got to do to get to you?) (To you) And you the reason why mom and them leavin' No, you ain't shit, you say you love 'em, I know you don't mean it I know you irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out You was deserted, where was your antennas again? Where was your presence? Where was your support that you pretend? You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend A friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend, little brother You promised you’d watch him before they shot him Where was your antennas? On the road, bottles and bitches You FaceTimed him one time, that's unforgiven You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit Guess you thought he'd recover well Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real Then he died, God himself will say, "You fuckin' failed," you ain't try *Sniffling* I know your secrets, nigga, mood swings is frequent, nigga I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin', nigga Y'all damn near beefin', I see it and you're the reason, nigga And if this bottle could talk *gulping* I cry myself to sleep, bitch, everything is your fault Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed I know your secrets, don't let me tell 'em to the world About that shit you thinkin' and that time you *gulping*, I'm 'bout to hurl I'm fucked up, but I ain't as fucked up as you You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof Should've killed yo' ass long time ago You should've felt that black revolver blast a long time ago And if these mirrors could talk it'd say, "You gotta go" And if I told your secrets the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness

Kendrick Lamar

PRIDE.

PRIDE. by Kendrick Lamar

Love's gonna get you killed But pride’s gonna be the death of you and you and me And you and you and you and me And you and you and you and me And you and you and you and me and— Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldly possessions Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen? The better part, the human heart, you love ’em or dissect 'em Happiness or flashiness? How do you serve the question? See, in a perfect world, I would be perfect, world I don't trust people enough beyond they surface, world I don't love people enough to put my faith in man I put my faith in these lyrics, hoping I make a band I understand I ain't perfect, I probably won't come around This time I might put you down Last time I ain't give a fuck, I still feel the same now My feelings might go numb, you're dealing with cold thumb I’m willing to give up a leg and arm to show empathy from Pity parties and functions of you and yours A perfect world, you probably live another 24 I can’t fake humble just 'cause your ass is insecure I can’t fake humble just 'cause your ass is insecure See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care Maybe I wasn’t there (We saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there Now, in a perfect world, I probably won't be insensitive Cold as December but never remember what winter did I wouldn't blame you for mistakes I made or the bed I laid Seems like I point the finger just to make a point nowadays Smiles and cold stares, the temperature goes there Indigenous disposition, feel like we belong here I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies Promises are broken and more resentment come alive Race barriers make inferior of you and I See, in a perfect world, I'll choose faith over riches I'll choose work over bitches, I'll make schools out of prison I'll take all the religions and put 'em all in one service Just to tell 'em we ain't shit, but He's been perfect, world Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care Maybe I wasn't there (We saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there

Kendrick Lamar

DUCKWORTH.

DUCKWORTH. by Kendrick Lamar

It was always me versus the world Until I found it's me versus me Why, why, why, why? Why, why, why, why? Just remember, what happens on Earth stays on Earth! We gon' put it in reverse Darling, I told you many times And I am telling you once again Just to remind you, sweetheart That my— Oh, Lamar Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star Life is one funny ma'fucker A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep Introverted by my thoughts; children, listen, it gets deep See, once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect Adaptation inevitable: gun violence, crack spot Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals Anthony was the oldest of seven Well-respected, calm and collected Laughin' and jokin' made life easier; hard times, mama on crack A four-year-old tellin' his nanny he needed her His family history: pimpin' and bangin' He was meant to be dangerous, clocked him a grip and start slangin' Fifteen, scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces Even got some head from a smoker last weekend Dodged a policeman, workin' for his big homie Small-time hustler, graduated to a brick on him Ten-thousand dollars out of a project housing, that's on the daily Seen his first mill' twenty years old, had a couple of babies Had a couple of shooters, caught a murder case Fingerprints on the gun they assumin', but witnesses couldn't prove it That was back when he turned his back and they killed his cousin He beat the case and went back to hustlin' Bird-shufflin', Anthony rang The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang, that 5.0 thing They say 5-0 came, circlin' parking lots and parking spots And hoppin' out while harrassin' the corner blocks Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it He brushed 'em off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken See, at this chicken spot, there was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot With a curly top and a gap in his teeth, he worked the window His name was Ducky, he came from the streets, The Robert Taylor Homes Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome Drove to California with a woman on him and five-hundred dollars They had a son, hopin' that he'd see college Hustlin' on the side with a nine-to-five to freak it Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket 'Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it Stuck up the place before, back in '84 That's when affiliation was really at gears of war So many relatives tellin' us, sellin' us devilish works, killin' us, crime Intelligent, felonious prevalent proposition with 9's Ducky was well-aware They robbed the manager and shot a customer last year He figured he'd get on these niggas' good sides Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line, two extra biscuits Anthony liked him and then let him slide, they didn't kill him In fact, it look like they're the last to survive, pay attention That one decision changed both of they lives, one curse at a time Reverse the manifest and good karma, and I'll tell you why You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments Give 'em a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it Twenty years later, them same strangers, you make 'em meet again Inside recording studios where they reapin' their benefits Then you start remindin' them about that chicken incident Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence? Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin' life While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight *Gunshot* See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Thgifnug a ni eid dna rehtaf a tuohtiw pu werg I elihW Efil 'nivres eb dluoc gwaD poT ,ykcuD dellik ynohtnA fi esuaceB Ecnedicnioc morf eb dluow reppar tsetaerg eht thguoht reveohW? Tnedicni nekcihc taht tuoba meht 'nidnimer trats uoy nehT Stifeneb rieht 'nipaer yeht erehw soiduts gnidrocer edisnI Niaga teem me' ekam uoy ,sregnarts emas meht ,retal sraey ytnewT Ti htiw evil dna seciohc nwo rieht ekam nac yeht os luos a me' eviG Stnemaciderp modnar ni me' tup dna sregnarts owt ekat uoY Yhw uoy llet ll'I dna ,amrak doog dna tsefinam eht esreveR Emit a ta esruc eno ,sevil yeht fo htob degnahc noisiced eno tahT Noitnetta yaP— Erac tuB —Tpecnoc etalucammi ,siht ekil eno ecnis retrauq eniacoC AND ym edisni ytlayor tog ,ytlayoL —Tog I ,tog I ,tog I ,tog I So, I was takin' a walk the other day…

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The Art of Peer Pressure

The Art of Peer Pressure by Kendrick Lamar

Everybody, everybody, everybody Everybody sit yo bitch-ass down And listen to this true mothafuckin' story Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smokin' on the finest dope, ayy-ayy-ayy-ah Drank until I can't no mo', ayy-ayy-ayy-ah Really I'm a sober soul But I'm with the homies right now And we ain't askin' for no favors Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ayy-ayy-ayy-ah Really, I'm a peacemaker But I'm with the homies right now And Momma used to say (Say, say, say, say) One day it's gon' burn you out (Woo) One day it's gon' burn you out, out, out One day it's gon' burn you out (You, you, you, you, you, you) One day it's gon' burn you But I'm with the homies right now See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, an orange soda Janky stash box when the federales'll roll up Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble I hope the universe love you today 'Cause the energy we bringin' sure to carry away A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate If it's necessary; bumpin' Jeezy first album, lookin' distracted Speakin' language only we know, you think it's an accent The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it Hotboxin' like George Foreman grillin' the masses Of the workin' world; we pulled up on a bunch of workin' girls And asked them what they workin' with Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth Usually I'm drug-free, but, shit, I'm with the homies Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Rémy Red Come through and bust ya head, nigga! Me and the homies Sag all the way to the liquor store Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more Me and the homies I ride for my mothafuckin' niggas Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in Me and the homies Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka And be like "doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!” It's 2:30 and the sun is beamin' Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin' Hungry for anything unhealthy And if nutrition can help me I'll tell you to suck my dick, then I'll continue eatin' We speedin' on the 405, passin' Westchester You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses Good Lord, they knew we weren't from 'round there 'Cause every time we down there We pullin' out the Boost Mobile SIM cards Bougie bitches with no extensions Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination Before we sparked a conversation We seen three niggas in colors we didn't like Then started interrogatin' I never was a gangbanger, I mean I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it That's ironic, 'cause I've never been violent Until I'm with the homies (Just ridin', just ridin') Me and the homies (Bullshittin', actin' a fool) Me and the homies (Trippin', really trippin') Me and the homies (Just ridin', just ridin', just ridin') Braggin' 'bout the episode we just had A shot of Hennessy didn't make me feel that bad I'm usually a true firm believer of bad karma Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya We tryna conquer the city with disobedience Quick to turn it up, even if we ain't got the CD in But Jeezy still playin' And our attitude is still "nigga, what is you sayin'?" Pull in front of the house That we been campin' out for like two months The sun is goin' down as we take whatever we want Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe! Ayy, nigga, I think there's somebody in this room! Wait, what?! Nigga, there's somebody in this room! I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo DVD's, plasma-screen TV's in the trunk We made a right, then made a left, then made a right Then made a left, we was just circlin' life My mama called: "Hello? What you doin'?" — "Kickin' it." I shoulda told her I'm probably 'bout to catch my first offense With the homies (Police sirens) But – they made a right, then made a left Then made a right, then another right One lucky night with the homies K. Dot, you faded, hood? Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded I think he hit the wrong blunt though Ooh, which one? Well, which one he talkin' about? I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it I pray he ain't hit that Nah, that nigga straight, he ain't hit that one Got the shenanigans? Give that nigga the shenanigans! Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo' real doe Nigga, for what? What that nigga— what's that Jeezy song say, nigga? "Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!" Yeah, yeah, that shit right there I'm tryna be the nigga in the street There he go. Man, you don't even know how the shit go Look, here's the plan, luv We gon' use the kickback as an alibi, wait 'til the sun go down, roll out, complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park 'Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight That's what he's not gon' do Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30 That's straight, but we should meet up around 12 I'm tryna fuck on somethin' too Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down! Nigga, you ain't doin' shit tonight! Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin' car! We finna get active!

Kendrick Lamar

The Heart Part 4

The Heart Part 4 by Kendrick Lamar

Don't tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth 'bout you Don't tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth 'bout you Thirty millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Travel round the atlas in this spaceship Candy-coated, my day shift's Been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper Pi equals three-fourteen The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing Wait up, lampin' in Jamaica The clouds turnin', my thoughts turnin' Burnin’ castor oil, yo I been determined to make an earnin’ This seed in this soil is classified I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya I done vandalized the industry full circuit The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture The more blood pours, but— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Don't tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth 'bout you Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk-ass And crush ya whole lil' shit I'll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared lil' bitch Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, you lame And when I get at you, homie Don't you just tell me you was just playin' "Oh, I was just playin', K-Dot C'mon, you know a nigga rock witchu, bro" Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know Might end up like the last nigga I know Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five I am the greatest rapper alive" So damn great, motherfucker, I've died What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (Facts) A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (Facts) I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach, nigga The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo' cars, mo' lears Mo' bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—fuck y'all, sincere I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers You know what the risk is Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness The whole world gone mad Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab Donald Trump is a chump Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God comin' And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin' Electorial votes look like memorial votes But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me? I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me But when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me? G Malone, big bro, kudos to him I was two O's from a M, tryna be big as Em Thirty millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits You lookin' at me in Chucks, I'm lookin' at y'all suits Me and Top Dawg playin' rock-paper-scissors in court A real hustler lose money just to go get some more I said it's like that, dropped one classic, came right back 'Nother classic, right back My next album, the whole industry on a ice pack With TOC, you see the flames In my E-Y-E's—it's not a game And the whole world is goin' mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy Lee Baca on trial tryna portray a boxer Beatin' up on my niggas while the CO's watch him Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook Go celebrate witcha team and let victory vouch you Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul They throwin' me out, you throw in the towel Look at the crowd, they— (Naw, I don't like that) Look at my smile, I'm smirkin' Calm but urgent (That ain't the style, fuck!) So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck!) So many verses, I never run out (What?) You makin' him nervous, the music is loud Ho, JAY-Z Hall of Fame, sit yo' punk-ass down! (Sit yo punk-ass down) So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (What else?) So that means no more playin' the back scenes (What else?) My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?) My name is identified as "That King" I'll let y'all worry 'bout a list, I'm on some other shit A difference between accomplishments and astonishments You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get y'all shit together Let's get it! Look, look! On foenem

Kendrick Lamar

How Much a Dollar Cost

How Much a Dollar Cost by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. James Fauntleroy & Ronald Isley)

How much a dollar really cost? The question is detrimental, paralyzin' my thoughts Parasites in my stomach keep me with a gut feeling, y'all Gotta see how I'm chillin' once I park this luxury car Hopping out feeling big as Mutombo "20 on pump 6," dirty Marcellus called me Dumbo Twenty years ago, can't forget Now I can lend him a ear or two How to stack these residuals tenfold The liberal concept of what men'll do "20 on 6," he didn't hear me Indigenous African only spoke Zulu My American tongue was leery Walked out the gas station A homeless man with a semi-tan complexion Asked me for ten Rand, stressin' about dry land Deep water, powder blue skies that crack open A piece of crack that he wanted, I knew he was smokin' He begged and pleaded Asked me to feed him twice, I didn't believe it Told him, "Beat it" Contributin' money just for his pipe—I couldn't see it He said, "My son, temptation is one thing that I've defeated Listen to me, I want a single bill from you Nothin' less, nothin' more" I told him I ain't have it and closed my door Tell me, how much a dollar cost? See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like It's more to feed your mind Water, sun and love, the one you love All you need, the air you breathe He's starin' at me in disbelief My temper is buildin', he's starin' at me, I grab my key He's starin' at me, I started the car, then I tried to leave And somethin' told me to keep it in park until I could see The reason why he was mad at a stranger Like I was supposed to save him Like I'm the reason he's homeless and askin' me for a favor He's starin' at me, his eyes followed me with no laser He's starin' at me, I notice that his stare is contagious 'Cause now I'm starin' back at him, feelin' some type of disrespect If I could throw a bat at him, it'd be aimin' at his neck I never understood someone beggin' for goods Askin' for handouts, takin' it if they could And this particular person just had it down pat Starin' at me for the longest until he finally asked "Have you ever opened up Exodus 14? A humble man is all that we ever need" Tell me, how much a dollar cost? It's more to feed your mind Water, sun and love, the one you love All you need, the air you breathe Guilt trippin' and feelin' resentment I never met a transient that demanded attention They got me frustrated, indecisive and power trippin' Sour emotions got me lookin' at the universe different I should distance myself, I should keep it relentless My selfishness is what got me here, who the fuck I'm kiddin'? So I'ma tell you like I told the last bum Crumbs and pennies, I need all of mines And I recognize this type of panhandlin' all the time I got better judgment, I know when nigga's hustlin', keep in mind When I was strugglin', I did compromise, now I comprehend I smell Grandpa's old medicine, reekin' from your skin Moonshine and gin, nigga, you're babblin', your words ain't flatterin' I'm imaginin' Denzel but lookin' at O'Neal Kazaam is sad thrills, your gimmick is mediocre The jig is up, I seen you from a mile away losin' focus And I'm insensitive, and I lack empathy He looked at me and said, "Your potential is bittersweet" I looked at him and said, "Every nickel is mines to keep" He looked at me and said, "Know the truth, it'll set you free You're lookin' at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power The choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit The nerve of Nazareth, and I'll tell you just how much a dollar cost The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss—I am God" I washed my hands, I said my grace What more do you want from me? Tears of a clown, guess I'm not all what it's all meant to be Shades of grey will never change if I condone Turn this page, help me change to right my wrongs

Kendrick Lamar

These Walls

These Walls by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Anna Wise, Bilal & Thundercat)

I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence Sometimes, I did the same *Woman moaning* If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk— Sex She just want to close her eyes and sway With you, with you, with you (Ah, come on) Exercise her right to work it out It's true, it's true, it's true Shout out to the birthday girls Say hey (Hey), say hey (Hey), (Ah, girl) Everyone deserves a night to play (Play) She plays, only when you tell her no See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I'm in it, I love it when I'm in it (Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh) If these walls could talk, they'd tell me to swim good No boat, I float better than he would No life jacket, I'm not the God of Nazareth But your flood can be misunderstood Walls telling me they full of pain, resentment Need someone to live in them just to relieve tension Me, I'm just a tenant Landlord said these walls vacant more than a minute These walls are vulnerable, exclamation Interior pink, color coordinated I interrogated every nook and cranny I mean, it's still amazing, before they couldn't stand me These walls want to cry tears These walls happier when I'm here These walls never could hold up Every time I come around, demolition might crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I'm in it, I love it when I'm in it (Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh) If these walls could talk, they'd tell me to go deep Yelling at me continuously, I can see Your defense mechanism is my decision Knock these walls down, that's my religion Walls feeling like they ready to close in I suffocate, then catch my second wind I resonate in these walls I don't know how long I can wait in these walls I've been on the streets too long Looking at you from the outside in They sing the same old song About how they walls always the cleanest I beg to differ, I must've missed them I'm not involved, I'd rather diss 'em I'd rather call on you, put your wall up 'Cause when I come around, demolition gon' crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I'm in it, I love it when I'm in it (Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh) If your walls could talk, they'd tell you it's too late Your destiny accepted your fate Burn accessories and stash them on the yard Take the recipe, the Bible and God Wall telling you that commissary is low Race wars happening, no calling CO No calling your mother to save you Homies to say you're irrepetible, not acceptable Your behavior is Sammy the Bull like A killer that turned snitch Walls is telling me you a bitch You pray for appeals hoping the warden would afford them That sentence so important Walls telling you to listen to "Sing About Me" Retaliation is strong, you even dream 'bout me Killed my homeboy and God spared your life Dumb criminal got indicted same night So when you play this song, rewind the first verse About me abusing my power so you can hurt About me and her in the shower whenever she horny About me and her in the after hours of the morning About her baby daddy currently serving life And how she think about you until we meet up at night About the only girl that cared about you when you asked her And how she fuckin' on a famous rapper Walls can talk (Talk) I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in a hotel room

Kendrick Lamar

HiiiPoWeR

HiiiPoWeR by Kendrick Lamar

Everybody put three fingers in the air The sky is falling, the wind is calling Stand for something or die in the morning Section.80, HiiiPoWeR Visions of Martin Luther staring at me Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song, the Serengeti's clone Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc You wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick Grown men never should bite their tongue Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum I got my finger on the motherfuckin' pistol Aimin' it at a pig, Charlotte's web is gonna miss you My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise How to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental This is physical and mental, I won't sugarcoat it You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it And everything on TV just a figment of imagination I don't want a plastic nation, dread that like a Haitian While you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR Five-star dishes, food for thought, bitches I mean this shit is Huey Newton going stupid, you can't resist his HiiiPoWeR Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR Visions of Martin Luther staring at me If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy Sorry, mama, I can't turn the other cheek They wanna knock me off the edge like a fuckin' widow's peak, uh And she always told me pray for the weak, uh Them demons got me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, uh Dear Lord, come save me, the devil's working hard He probably clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs Frightenin', so fuckin' frightenin' Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license to kill I'm standing on a field full of land mines Doin' the moonwalk, hopin' I blow up in time 'Cause 2012 might not be a fuckin' legend Tryna be a fuckin' legend, the man of mankind Who said a Black man in the Illuminati? Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party So get up off that slave ship Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR Five-star dishes, food for thought, bitches I mean this shit is Bobby Seale makin' meals, you can't resist his HiiiPoWeR Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR Every day, we fight the system just to make our way We been down for too long, but that's alright We was built to be strong, 'cause it's our life, na-na-na Every day, we fight the system, we fight the system We fight the system (Never like the system) We been down for too long, but that's alright, na-na-na Who said a Black man in the Illuminati? Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party Last time I checked, we was racin' with Marcus Garvey On the freeway to Africa 'til I wreck my Audi And I want everybody to view my autopsy So you can see exactly where the government had shot me No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable They play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal Frightenin', so fuckin' frightenin' Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane The reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain Loaded that clip and then said bang The drama it bring is crazy, product of the late '80s Tryna stay above water, that's why we shun the Navy Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off 'Cause a riot, throw a Molotov Somebody told me them pirates had got lost 'Cause we been off them slave ships Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR Yeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR Five-star dishes, food for thought, bitches I mean this shit is Fred Hampton on your campus, you can't resist his HiiiPoWeR Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR Thug life Thug life

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Rigamortus

Rigamortus by Kendrick Lamar

Alright, here we go, third take Real quick, Ali Mmm Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson with madness Now just imagine the magic I light to asses Don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yes, sir (Amen), church (He dead), I killed him (Amen), bitch And this is rigor mortis and it's gorgeous when you die Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the matrix of my mind I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined I'm on the toilet when I rhyme, if you the shit, then I decline I climax where you begin and then I end on cloud nine And that's important when you morph into an angel in the sky And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply And tell me that you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite And I'ma be here for a while, just buckle up before the ride Or knuckle up if you can fight, we always making 'em duck or die A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite (He dead, amen) That's what they telling me Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony Ferragami so many and cool enough for the '70s Nigga, payback's a bitch, and bitch, you been livin' in debt with me Dead 'em all and especially Leave a call on his mother voicemail that say that he rest in peace Bigger chopper the recipe Wrestling? That's irrelevant, rather rest at your residence Whistling to the melody, couldn't think of a better D Better be on your P and Q, it's just me, Jay Rock, Soul, and Q Solar system and barbecue, nothing else you can do See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I killed him (He dead, amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper I wrapped him and made him Casper, I capture the likes of NASA My pedigree to fly past ya, I'll pass the weed to the pastor We all are sinners, won't you send us to Bible study faster? Your hypocritist reaction a blasphemy, I assassin my casualty And it's casually done, and tell 'em my salary come In lump sum one hundreds, don't talk to me 'bout no money The sun is under my feet, and I come in peace to compete I don't run if you'd rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks And I go visit the nearest creek, and I get busy on many MC Really ballistic, anybody can see Any assistance, everybody deceased Some persistence, recognize I be Really too vicious, the permanent beast And the demolition breaking up the street Better partition, better dot your T And I gon' mention how the far you see Putting my dick in the rap industry Everybody bitching, getting mad at me Recognize Kendrick in the battery And I'm charged up, and the catastrophe Is charged up, and the audacity Of y'all fucks never could hassle me And y'all luck just ran out, you'll see (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen

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Black Friday

Black Friday by Kendrick Lamar

Dick hard like rottweiler Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my 10,000 hours in training While juggling, gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We here to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from 1980 somethin' I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deplore him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil' in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like

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Hood Politics

Hood Politics by Kendrick Lamar

K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga Every time I call, it's going to voicemail Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha Call me on Shaniqua's phone! I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga Our lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up Stickin' to the scripts, now, here, if them Benjamins go cuddle up Skip, hop, drip, drop Flip, flop with the white tube sock It goes, "Sherm sticks, burn this" That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix 50-nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras El Co's, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked The little homies called and said, "The enemies done cliqued up" Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio? Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio Oh, yeah? Everything is everything, it's scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' Niggas' names on paper—you snitched all summer Streets don't fail me now They tell me it's a new gang in town From Compton to Congress Set-trippin' all around Ain't nothin' new but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-icans Red state versus a blue state—which one you governin'? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs, make it they promise to fuck with you No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Everybody want to talk about who this and who that Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin' Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum Y'all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don't ask about no camera blocking at award shows No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my Vogues 'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button Had the Coast on standby "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box" I box 'em all in, by a landslide Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets I make the call and get the Coast involved, then history repeats But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay He said, "It's funny how one verse could fuck up the game" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in a hotel room I didn't want to self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn't stop survivors guilt Going back and forth Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war Back in the city I was entering a new one

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FEEL.

FEEL. by Kendrick Lamar

Ain't nobody prayin' for me (Ain't nobody prayin' for me) (Ain't nobody prayin' for me) Ain't nobody prayin' for me (Nobody prayin' for me) Ain't nobody prayin' for me (Ain't nobody prayin' for me) (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 thought of compromise is 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— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also 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 debatin' 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' where '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 in 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 all logic I feel like sayin' somethin', I feel like takin' 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'

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Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter’s Daughter

Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter's Daughter by Kendrick Lamar

Lord God, I come to you a sinner And I humbly repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is Lord I believe that You raised him from the dead I would ask that Jesus come to my life And be my Lord and Savior I receive Jesus to take control of my life And that I may live for him from this day forth Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus' name, amen I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump, from the jump she was a camel I want to ride like Arabians, push an '04 Mercedes-Benz "Hello, my name is Kendrick," she said, "No, you're handsome" Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin' Ciara had played in the background The parade music we made had us all wearin' shades now, cool "Where you stay?" She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High" Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount "Well, is it Compton?" "No," she replied Then quickly start battin' her eyes I strictly had wanted her thighs around me Seventeen with nothin' but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was rather sinful, "What you tryna get into?" She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer, and, well The summer had passed, and now I'm likin' her Conversation we havin' probably enticin' her Who can imagine? Maybe my actions'll end up wifin' her Love or lust, regardless, we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us It's deep-rooted, the music of bein' young and dumb Is never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius is irrepetible Family history of gangbangin' did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me from gettin' a nut "I wanna come over, what's up?" That's what I told her soon as this episode Of Martin go off, I'm tryna get off I was in heat like a cactus My tactics of bein' thirsty probably could hurt me But fuck it, I got some heart Grabbed my mama keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan Passin' Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the traffic jam At least I hope, 'cause my pockets broke as a promise, man I'm thinkin' 'bout that sex Thinkin' 'bout her thighs or maybe kissin' on her neck or maybe what position's next Sent a picture of her titties, blowin' up my texts I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the touch of a woman, she's a masseuse And I'm a professional pornstar when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom I'm hopin' to get her loose like an Uncle Luke anthem I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet And six steps from where she stay, she wavin' me 'cross the street I pulled up, a smile on my face, and then I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Please leave your message for three-two-three Record your message after the tone Kendrick, where you at? Damn, I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van You told me you was gon' be back in fifteen minutes Man, I gotta go up to the county buildin', man, these kids ready to eat I'm ready to eat, shit I gotta get them food stamps, come on now You on your way or what? I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hoodrats out there, shit 'Specially that lil' crazy-ass girl Sherane And plus you got school tomorrow You keep fuckin' around in them streets, you ain't gon' pass to the next grade Eleventh grade (Is that Kendrick on the phone?) Your daddy callin' about some damn dominoes (Let me holler at him) He want to holler at you too, go ahead, Kenny, go'n, shit Hello? Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? (Kenny), What? I'm on his voicemail, damn fool (Oh), shit Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? This the second time I asked you to bring my fuckin' dominoes Just give me the damn phone, shit, don't hang up, damn, let me Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back (Keep losin' my goddamn dominoes, we gon' have to go in the backyard) I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car (And squab, homie) This man fussin' 'bout some damn dominoes It ain't all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes Shit, I'ma miss my damn appointment, fuck Fuck some damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that Nobody wanna hear your ass Matter fact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on You killin' my motherfuckin' vibe

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LUST.

LUST. by Kendrick Lamar

I need some water Something came over me Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racing like a junkie's I just need you to want me Am I asking too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that; girl, I respect the cat I promise, just a touch Let me put the head in If it's okay; she said, "It's okay" Yeah, I need everybody's motherfuckin' hands up right now I need everybody's motherfuckin'— Door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected This that new shit This that new, new shit Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch Don't go to work today, cop you a fit Or maybe some kicks and make you— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected Wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy—hol' up Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, don't go to work today Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today Hang with the homies, stunt on your baby mama Sip some lean, go get a pistol, shoot out the window Bet your favorite team, play you some Madden Go to the club or your mama house Whatever you doing, just make it count (I need some water) Wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout money, kick your feet up Hop in the shower, put on your makeup, lace your weave up Touch on yourself, call up your nigga, tell him he ain't shit Credit card scam, get you a Visa, make it pay your rent Hop on the 'Gram, flex on the bitches that be hatin' on you Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have 'em waitin' on you Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce It's whatever, just make it count I need some water Something came over me Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racing like a junkie's I just need you to want me Am I asking too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that; girl, I respect the cat I promise, just a touch Let me put the head in If it's okay; she said, "It's okay" I wake in the morning, my head spinning from the last night Both in a trance, feelings are dead—what a fast life Manager called, the lobby call is 11:30 Did this before, promised myself I'd be a hour early Room full of clothes, bag full of money: call it loose change Fumbled my jewelry, 100K, I lost a new chain Hop on the bird, hit the next city for another M Take me a nap then do it again We all woke up, tryna tune to the daily news Looking for confirmation, hoping election wasn't true All of us worried, all of us buried, in our feelings deep None of us married to his proposal, make us feel cheap Stale and sad, distraught and mad, tell the neighbor 'bout it— Bet they agree, parade the streets with your voice proudly Time passing, things change Reverting back to our daily programs, stuck in our ways Lust Lately, I feel like I been lusting over the fame Lately, we lust on the same routine of shame Lately (Lately) Lately, my lust been heightened (Lately) Lately, it's all contradiction (Lately, I'm not here) Lately, I lust over self (Lust turn into fear) Lately, in James 4:4 says "Friend of the world is enemy of the Lord" Brace yourself: Lust is all yours I need some water Something came over me Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racing like a junkie's I just need you to want me Am I asking too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that; girl, I respect the cat I promise, just a touch Let me put the head in If it's okay; she said, "It's okay"

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The Recipe

The Recipe by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Dr. Dre)

(Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to) Every morning when I wake up, uh Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh Sunshine coming through my blinds, I’m living, but Really though, it's never enough, ten million, that's a must Living in California, everybody wanna visit for Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather These niggas'll kill for that, put it in your grill for that Still everybody gotta build for that, me? I make mills off that How the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive Down the block and you look outside H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise It's a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll with Andre, I guess Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress Then roll it up for me when I'm stressed See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas, I be screwed up, Chi-Town, I be really pimpin' But nothing like my hometown, I'm forever livin' Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Don't it sound clever? Come and play Wh-what more can I say? W-welcome to LA Uhh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some Three W's only for a three-day run, bitch Take them mothafuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes "Ribbon In The Sky" on the radio 'cause Stevie know I control Let it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am old You want to be on to peak on the charts So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts She in the coupe, she in the Neon 'Cause she on the BS before we can start Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga Let 'em know I'm priority, order me Hennessy and, for my niggas, OG Killa Call it Jason Voorhees, boy, he's on his job Boy, he sure be having the marks on they mark Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life, controlling my price? No way, hell no, uh-uh If I'm wrong, I don't wanna be right We want to be on to peak on the charts So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas, I be screwed up, Chi-Town, I be really pimpin' But nothing like my hometown, I'm forever livin' Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Don't it sound clever? Come and play Wh-what more can I say? W-welcome to LA Known for that homegrown where I come from Smoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sun I shall proceed, that's me, mothafuck your opinion Huh, how many ways am I killing 'em? Shit, right around a billion We on it, that mean we living for the moment That mean she'll fuck 'til the morning, time and I got time And I know that I'm in a position of controlling Anything out by that ocean I'm a boss, I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fucking with this They want that shit, they often fiend I give it to 'em, but in between My time, I gotta tie shoestrings Life's a trip when you want these things I often slip and then I lean Toward three W's in life You know blow job need an application Eating pussy make appetite And yeah, my type, I like 'em brown Just like my drink, the fuck you think? I don't fuck with no hand-me-downs See if you fuck, then it's after me You know how much I'ma make it work? You know her dress livin' in her purse When you discuss your love for lust Just make sure you visit here first: Cali You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas, I be screwed up, Chi-Town, I be really pimpin' But nothing like my hometown, I'm forever livin' Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Don't it sound clever? Come and play Wh-what more can I say? W-welcome to LA (Smokin' weed with you In the leaves, in the fall I smoke with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you In the leaves, in the fall I smoke with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you 'Cause you've taught me to Smokin' weed with you)

Kendrick Lamar

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​untitled 02 | 06.23.2014. by Kendrick Lamar

Pimp-pimp (Hooray) Pimp-pimp (Hooray) (Hooray) Pimp-pimp (Hooray) Pimp-pimp I'm sick and tired of being tired Can't pick a side, the Gemini Prophesize if we live or not Promise momma not to fear nobody Seen black turn 'em Burgundy Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy Stuck inside the belly of the beast Can you please pray for me? Get God on the phone Said it won't be long I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams My hood going brazy Where did we go wrong? I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams Get Top on the phone Tell the squad come home We gon' ball again 'fore he call us home World is going brazy, where did we go wrong? It's a tidal wave, it's a thunderdome Get God on the phone I just got a raise (I just got a raise) Spent it all on me (I spent it all on me) Diamonds all appraised (Diamonds all appraised) And I'm bossing up (And I'm bossing up) Bitch, get out the way (Bitch, get out the way) I'm the only way, we can fornicate Ah, pimping and posing, look what I drove in, ah Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah I live by the code and me and my bros and, ah My dollars ain't foldin', you was never the homie Seen black turn 'em Burgundy Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy Stuck inside the belly of the beast Can you please pray for me? Get God on the phone Said it won't be long I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams My hood going brazy Where did we go wrong? I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams Get Top on the phone (What's up, my nigga?) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Cornrow Kenny, he was born with a vision All morning with the mixed dashboards, triple digits Parallel park like an alien came visit Slideshow for the night show, ten bitches Find hoes with a blindfold, King Kendrick (Hello, Billy) So many plays, homie, I finesse Palisade views with some sex I lost a lot of love for missionary This the first time I confess Me and Top is like a Kobe and Phil A father figure fuck with him, you get killed Fuck with me and he will kill you himself TDE the mafia of the west Move in silence, yeah, we juggin’ like that Act of violence, yeah, we juggin’ like that I did a lot of dumb shit in my past Lord forgive me, hoping I don't relapse Dave just bought a new 911 Almost thought I’d seen another plane crash Q just bought a brand new McLaren Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects Moosa got his son dripping in gold Ali 'bout to let his hair down on hoes Me, I'm 'bout to let my hair down on hoes Top billin', that’s a million a show Might blow the whole no whammy on Soul Might tell Obama be more like Punch Sounwave caught a Grammy last year Mack wop, bet he do what he want Fuck you niggas, level two, I'm not done 2Teez told me that I'm the one I can put a rapper on life support Guarantee that's something none of you want Ten homies down and they all serving life What is like twenty-five hundred a month? What if I empty my bank out and stunt? What if I certified all of these ones? Bitch, I get buck, I'm as real as they come Shit is amazing, I'm feeding my cravings You know that you want me, come here now, lil' baby I'm fuckin', I'm crazy Serving it like I belong in the basement Or live at the Days Inn Yan Yan my relative, black cherry soda Pistol and poverty, come get to know us (Get Top on the phone) Who doing the drums? Man put that nigga on the drums man Yep, all day, "Mortal Man" and "Kunta" Alright, from the top

Kendrick Lamar

N95

N95 by Kendrick Lamar

Hello, new world, all the boys and girls I got some true stories to tell You're back outside, but they still lied Woah-oh-oh-oh (Yeah) Take off the foo-foo, take off the clout chase, take off the Wi-Fi Take off the money phone, take off the car loan, take off the flex and the white lies Take off the weird-ass jewelry, I'ma take ten steps, then I'm taking off top five Take off them fabricated streams and them microwave memes, it's a real world outside (Take that shit off) Take off your idols, take off the runway, I take off to Cairo (Take that shit off) Take off to Saint-Tropez, five-day stay, take a quarter mill', hell, if I know (Take that shit off) Take off the front flag, take off perception, take off the cop with the eye patch (Take that shit off) Take off the unloyal, take off the unsure, take off decisions I lack (Take it off) Take off the fake deep, take off the fake woke, take off the, "I'm broke, I care" (Take it off) Take off the gossip, take off the new logic that if I'm rich, I'm rare (Take it off) Take off the Chanel, take off the Dolce, take off the Birkin bag (Take it off) Take all that designer bullshit off, and what do you have? Bitch, huh, huh, ugh You ugly as fuck (You outta pocket) Huh, two ATMs (Hah, hah, hah, hah) You steppin' or what? (You outta pocket, huh) Who you think they talk about? Talk about us (You outta pocket—shoot, shoot, shoot) Who you think they copy off? (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Copy off us (Get back in pocket) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like The world in a panic, the women is stranded, the men on a run The prophets abandoned, the law take advantage, the market is crashin', the industry wants Niggas and bitches to sleep in a box while they makin' a mockery followin' us This ain't Monopoly, watchin' for love, this ain't monogamy, y'all gettin' fucked Jumpin' on what the hell is that? I gotta relax when I feel (Huh, facts) All my descendants, they come in my sleep and say I am too real (Huh, facts) I'm done with the sensitive, takin' it personal, done with the black and the white, the wrong and the right You hopin' for change and clericals, I know the feelings that came with burial's cries Bitch, huh, huh, ugh You ugly as fuck (You outta pocket) Huh, two ATMs (Hah, hah, hah, hah) You steppin' or what? (You outta pocket, huh) Who you think they talk about? Talk about us (You outta pocket—shoot, shoot, shoot) Who you think they copy off? (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Copy off us Servin' up a look, dancin' in a drought Hello to the big stepper, never losin' count Ventin' in the safe house Ventin' in the sa— Can I vent all my truth? I got nothin' to lose, I got problems and pools, I can swim on my faith Cameras movin' whenever I'm movin', the family suin' whatever I make Murder is stackin', the president actin', the government taxin' my funds in the bank Homies attracting the feds when I'm bracking, look at my reaction, my pupils on skates (Hold up, hold up) Let's think about this for a second (Let's go) Tell me what you would do for aesthetic (Let's go) Would you sell your soul on credit? (Let's go) Would you sell your bro for leverage? (Let's go) Where the hypocrites at? What community feel they the only ones relevant? (Let's go) Where the hypocrites at? What community feel they the only ones relevant? (Let's go) Huh, huh, ugh You outta pocket, yeah, you outta pocket (This shit hard) You entertain the mediocre, need to stop it (This shit hard) You entertainin' old friends when they toxic (This shit hard) What your life like? Bullshit and gossip (This shit hard) What the fuck is cancel culture, dawg? Say what I want about you niggas, I'm like Oprah, dawg I treat you crackers like I'm Jigga, watch, I own it all Oh, you worried 'bout a critic? That ain't protocol (Bitch)

Kendrick Lamar

For Free? (Interlude)

For Free? (Interlude) by Kendrick Lamar

Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga I don't know why you trying to go big, nigga, you ain't shit Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, nigga, you ain't shit You ain't even buy me no outfit for the Fourth I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty-eight inch, you playin' I shouldn't be fuckin' with you anyway I need a baller-ass, boss-ass nigga You's a off-brand-ass nigga, everybody know it Your homies know it, everybody fuckin' know Fuck you, nigga, don't call me no more You won't know, you gonna lose on a good bitch My other nigga is on, you off What the fuck is really going on? This dick ain't free You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt Like I never made ends meet Eating your leftovers and raw meat This dick ain't free Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary Celery, tellin' me green is all I need Evidently, all I seen was Spam and raw sardines This dick ain't free, I mean, baby You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty-four-inch rims Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents? Hell fuckin' naw, this dick ain't free I need forty acres and a mule Not a forty ounce and a pitbull Bullshit, matador, matador Had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that? Genital's best friend, this dick ain't free Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious Kept me up watchin' pornos in poverty; apology? No Watch you politic with people less fortunate, like myself Every dog has its day, now doggy style shall help This dick ain't free Matter of fact, it need interest Matter of fact, it's nine inches Matter of fact, see our friendship based on business Pension, more pension, you're pinchin' my percents It's been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings Fuck your sources, all distortion, if you fuck it's more abortion More divorce courts and portion My check with less endorsement left me dormant Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with Fuck you think is in more shit? Porcelain pipes pressure, bust 'em twice Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman Oh America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton and made you rich Now my dick ain't free See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I'ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up You ain't no king

Kendrick Lamar

YAH.

YAH. by Kendrick Lamar

New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money, fuck bitches I double-parked the Aston in the red My momma told me that I'ma work myself to death My girl told me don't let these hoes get in my head My world been ecstatic, I checked the signal that read— Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Interviews wanna know my thoughts and opinions Fox News wanna use my name for percentage My latest muse is my niece, she worth livin' See me on the TV and scream: "That's Uncle Kendrick!" Yeah, that's the business (Uno) Somebody tell Geraldo this nigga got some ambition I'm not a politician, I'm not 'bout a religion I'm a Israelite, don't call me black no mo' That word is only a color, it ain't facts no mo' My cousin called, my cousin Carl Duckworth Said know my worth And Deuteronomy say that we all been cursed I know He walks the Earth But it's money to get, bitches to hit, yah Zeroes to flip, temptation is, yah First on my list, I can't resist, yah Everyone together now, know that we forever— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Kendrick Lamar

Institutionalized

Institutionalized by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Anna Wise, Bilal & Snoop Dogg)

What money got to do with it When I don't know the full definition of a rap image? I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit, hol' up Get it back I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what? If I was the president I'd pay my mama's rent Free my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy doors Lay in the White House and get high, Lord Whoever thought? Master, take the chains off me! Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Life, to me, like a box of chocolate Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive I can just alleviate the rap industry politics Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the problem is Dream only a dream if work don't follow it Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually, you're never charged But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards You lookin' at artistses like they're harvestses So many Rollies around you and you want all of 'em Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry I should've listened when my grandmama said to me: "Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Oh now, slow down" And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot somethin', God bless the kid Took his homies to the show and this is what they said: "Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks? The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this? One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist My defense mechanism tell me to get him Quickly because he got it It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds? No more livin' poor, meet my four-four When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers But it's gon' take a lot 'fore this pistol go cold turkey Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor? Well, that's me at these awards" I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy She said "Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Oh now, slow down" And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot something, dazed and confused Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse You can take your boy out the hood But you can't take the hood out the homie Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey Hollywood's nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service

Kendrick Lamar

Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe (Remix)

Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe (Remix) by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. JAY-Z)

I am a sinner Who's prob'ly gonna sin again Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away, I got My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin' Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe (Uh) Look inside of my soul and you can find Gold and maybe get rich—hol' up Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks But now my album platinum and shit, so what? Y'all keep the numbers I'm more than another statistic, my nigga This courtesy of Compton (Courtesy of Compton) Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D Dominicans wish that I was born there I'm lookin' to be the god MC You look at my hat and see thorns there I look at the game and see porn there I'm fuckin' this industry hard I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey You thought I was fresh out the yard Don't cry to me dummy, you're a lightweight They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait" Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher But we ain't thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga I got a P89 in a suitcase I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words To the upper echelon, that's excellent (That's excellent) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I am a sinner Who's prob'ly gonna sin again Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away, I got My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin' Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe Up in the clouds Me and my spouse Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud Please turn them shits down (Down, down) Can't hear myself think Turbulence, shit, I almost spilled my drink In the White House with a mink, runnin' through that bitch Like it's my house, all up in the hall like a mall Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to Empty my memory bank It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank Sittin' next to Hillary smellin' like dank Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him I'll wait I've been in my wave like twenty years straight I've been on my vibe like twenty years straight Don't fuck up my high (Fuck up my high) Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie Still be straight (Still be straight) Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate Don't waste my breath I don't know how many moons a nigga got left Back to this joint Smokin' this shit like I'm tryna prove a point I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno Kill my vibe, that's your motherfuckin' funeral Hahaha Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals Niggas pissed off I ministered this generation by far Leader of the new school On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan? World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters' best 'cause I didn't drop the ball Told niggas when I was sixteen that I'd write a sixteen To put a nigga right on the big screen In the paddy wagon with six teens Shoulda been in the pen but now my pen writin' with morphine I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket Cardio lap, was running for dear life But now I'm running the map, bitch, I'm here nigga Picture lil' ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban Nigga, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite So many washed up with detergent But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose Like blah, Mini-14 like blah Empty out another magazine like blah Let a young nigga get by (Doot!) I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe (Doot! Doot!) I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got The last that would try to pass a good job If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a 10-second drum solo Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!

Kendrick Lamar

BLOOD.

BLOOD. by Kendrick Lamar

Is it wickedness? Is it weakness? You decide Are we gonna live or die? So I was takin' a walk the other day And I seen a woman—a blind woman Pacin' up and down the sidewalk She seemed to be a bit frustrated As if she had dropped somethin' and Havin' a hard time findin' it So after watchin' her struggle for a while I decide to go over and lend a helping hand, you know? "Hello, ma'am, can I be of any assistance? It seems to me that you have lost something I would like to help you find it" She replied, "Oh, yes, you have lost something You've lost… your life" *Gunshot* Is it wickedness? Lamar stated his views on police brutality With that line in the song, quote "And we hate the popo, wanna kill us in the street fo' sho'" Oh, please, ugh, I don't like itSee Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like

Kendrick Lamar

The Heart Part 5

The Heart Part 5 by Kendrick Lamar

As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective And my perspective may differ from yours I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down with me All my fans, all my beautiful fans Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor Rebellious and Margielas'll chip you for designer Belt buckles and clout, overzealous if prone to violence Make the wrong turn, be it will or the wheel alignment Residue burned, mist of the inner-city Miscommunication to keep homi' detective busy No protection is risky Desensitized, I vandalized pain, covered up and camouflaged Get used to hearin' arsenal rain Analyze, risk your life, take the charge Homies done fucked your baby mama once you hit the yard That's culture Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved I done seen niggas do seventeen, hit the halfway house Get out and get his brains blown out, lookin' to buy some weed Car wash is played out, new GoFundMe accounts'll proceed A brand-new victim'll shatter those dreams The culture See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like (I want, I want, I want, I want) But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood Look what I done for you (Look what I done for you) Look what I done for you I said I do this for my culture To let y'all know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover In my mama's sofa was a doo-doo popper Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin' Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets No option if you froze up, always play the offense Niggas goin' to work and sellin' work, late for work Workin' late, prayin' for work, but he on paperwork That's the culture, point the finger, promote ya Remote location, witness protection, they gon' hold ya The streets got me fucked up, y'all can miss me I wanna represent for us New revolution was up and movin' I'm in Argentina wiping my tears, full of confusion Water in between us, another peer's been executed History repeats again Make amends, then find a nigga with the same skin to do it But that's the culture, crack a bottle Hard to deal with the pain when you're sober By tomorrow, we forget the remains, we start over That's the problem Our foundation was trained to accept whatever follows Dehumanized, insensitive Scrutinize the way we live for you and I Enemies shook my hand, I can promise I'll meet you In the land where no equal is your equal Never say I ain't told ya, nah In the land where hurt people hurt more people Fuck callin' it culture (I want, I want, I want, I want) But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood Look what I done for you (Look what I done for you) Look what I done for you Take the drums out Celebrate new life when it come back around The purpose is in the lessons we learnin' now Sacrifice personal gain over everything Just to see the next generation better than ours I wasn't perfect, the skin I was in had truly suffered Temptation, impatience, everything that the body nurtures I felt the good, I felt the bad, and I felt the worry But all-in-all, my productivity had stayed urgent Face your fears, always knew that I would make it here Where the energy is magnified and persevered Consciousness is synchronized and crystal-clear Euphoria is glorified and made His Reflectin' on my life and what I done Paid dues, made rules, change outta love Them same views made schools change curriculums But didn't change me starin' down the barrel of the gun Should I feel resentful I didn't see my full potential? Should I feel regret about the good that I was into? Everything is everything, this ain't coincidental I woke up that morning with more heart to give you As I bleed through the speakers, feel my presence To my brother, to my kids, I'm in Heaven To my mother, to my sis, I'm in Heaven To my father, to my wife, I am serious, this is Heaven To my friends, make sure you countin' them blessings To my fans, make sure you make them investments And to the killer that sped up my demise I forgive you, just know your soul's in question I seen the pain in your pupil when that trigger had squeezed And though you did me gruesome, I was surely relieved I completed my mission, wasn't ready to leave But fulfilled my days, my Creator was pleased I can't stress how I love y'all I don't need to be in flesh just to hug y'all The memories recollect just because y'all Celebrate me with respect The unity we protect is above all And Sam, I'll be watchin' over you Make sure my kids watch all my interviews Make sure you live out our dreams we produced Keep that genius in your brain on the move And to my neighborhood, let the good prevail Make sure them babies and the leaders outta jail Look for salvation when troubles get real 'Cause you can't help the world until you help yourself And I can't blame the hood the day that I was killed Y'all had to see it, that's the only way to feel And though my physical won't reap the benefits The energy that carry on emits still I want you

Kendrick Lamar

Real

Real by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Anna Wise)

I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie, even if they tell Sweet lullabies that come with a smell Of a dozen roses flipping down the green hill You're living in a world that come with plan B 'Cause plan A never relay a guarantee And plan C never could say just what it was And your plans only can pan around love You love him, you love them, you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love red bottom and gold that say "Queen" You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean You love French tip and trip that pay for You love bank slip that tell you we paid more You love a good hand whenever the card dealt But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself? See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, ('Cause before you know it, everything's gone) I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie, even if they fell Out the sky and your optics turn stale Where they mold that's green, I can see you fit the bill Of living in a world that come with plan B 'Cause plan A only can make another mistake And you can't see success coming from plan C When it all breaks, you'll still say you're lovely And love them and love when you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love fast cars and dead presidents old You love fast women, you love keepin' control Of everything that you love, you love beef You love streets, you love running, ducking police You love your hood, might even love it to death But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself? I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real ('Cause before you know it, everything's gone) The reason why I know you very well 'Cause we have the same eyes, can't you tell? The days I tried to cover up and conceal My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal When living in a world that come with plan B A scapegoat 'cause plan A don't come free And plan C just an excuse like "because" Or the word "but," but what if I got love? I love them, I love when I love her I love so much, I love when love hurts I love first verse 'cause you're the girl I attract I love second verse 'cause you're the homie that pack Burner like a stove top, that love cooking from scratch I love what the both of you have to offer In fact, I love it so much, I don't love anything else But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself To the point I should hate everything I do love? Should I hate living my life inside the club? Should I hate her for watching me for that reason? Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'? Should I hate them for telling me "ball out"? Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' about Hating all money, power, respect in my will Or hating the fact none of that shit make me real? Kenny, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes anymore. Just calling, sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy, but don't learn the hard way like I did, homie. Any nigga can kill a man, that don't make you a real nigga. Real is responsibility. Real is taking care of your motherfucking family. Real is God, nigga I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real ('Cause before you know it, everything's gone) Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you. Just make sure you call us back when you get this message. Here go your mom Boy, you better have my car on full all this time you done had my damn car, but look I ain't trippin'. Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you over there telling you about the good book because right about now that's what y'all need. Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too. I guess they want you and Dave to come to the studio. But look, you take that music business serious, and put out something me and your dad can step to. Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you "If I don't hear from you by tomorrow, I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes. Come back a man, tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton. Let 'em know you was just like them, but you still rose from that dark place of violence, becoming a positive person. But when you do make it, give back with your words of encouragement, and that's the best way to give back. To your city... And I love you Kendrick, if I don't hear you knocking on the door you know where I usually leave the key. Alright? Talk to you later, bye." (*Sound of a cassette tape being stopped and fast forwarded*)

Kendrick Lamar

GOD.

GOD. by Kendrick Lamar

This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah Laughin' to the bank like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah Flex on swole like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah You feel some type of way, then a-ha! Huh, he-yeah (A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha) Ever since a young man (Since a young man) All I wanna be was a gunman (Was a gunman) Shootin’ up the charts, better run, man Y'all gotta see that I won, man Slick as El DeBarge with the finger waves, work it, JT Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT I'm at large, runnin’ plays like a circuit, JT I'm sellin' verses, JT, watch me work it, JT Look, look… hol' up! Don't judge me! My mama caught me with a strap Don't judge me! I was young, fuckin' all the brats Don't judge me! Aimin’ at your head for a stack Don’t judge! Don't judge me! Now my home got a Valley peak Don’t judge me! If I press your line you a freak Don't judge me! Won't you tell a friend? Y'all gon’ see— This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah Laughin' to the bank like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah Flex on swole like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah You feel some type of way, then a-ha! Huh, he-yeah (A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Fuck is you talkin' to? Ayy, do you know who you talkin' to? Slide on you like fallen drapes God toss full of carnivals I kill 'em with kindness Or I kill 'em with diamonds Or I put up like fifteen hundred Get yo' ass killed by the finest Everything in life is a gamble Nothin' in life I can't handle Seen it all, done it all, felt pain more For the cause, I done put blood on sword Everything I do is to embrace y'all Everything I write is a damn eight ball Everything I touch is a damn gold mine Everything I say is from an angel I don't rush shit, fuck shit, always your shit, my shit Cannonballs to ignite shit, morning to the night shift I'm on, I ain't sorry for it Asked for a piece of mind, you charged me for it I wanna see sometimes if you ignore it I'm in the streets sometimes and can't afford it I got a bad habit, levitatin', duckin' haters Oh my! My heart is rich, my heart is famous This what God feel like Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like) Laughin' to the bank like, "A-ha!" (This what God feel like) Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like) Flex on swole like, "A-ha!" (This what God feel like) Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like) You feel some type of way, then a-ha! (This what God feel like) Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like) This what God feel like

Kendrick Lamar

Cartoon & Cereal

Cartoon & Cereal by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Gunplay)

I wanna hit line drives… Wanna lose weight and keep eating… For you… Hey, whats up doc? Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth To a baby boy to be just like you, I-I wonder what's that worth I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove You told me, "Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons" Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Yeah! Blow!) And I run it (Yeah! Blow!) That's ironic (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) Ironic (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) That's ironic (Y-Yeah! Blow!) Ironic (Yeah! Blow! Yeah!) Salt all in my wounds Hear my tears all in my tunes Let my life loose in this booth Just for you, mothafucka, hope y'all amused And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Y-Yeah! Blow!) And I run it (Yeah! Blow!) That's ironic See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Liberation… Leader… Popular pie plant pictured here… Wile E. Coyote! Wile E. Coyote! This shit make a nigga just wanna write Reminisce when I had the morning appetite Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy that lied Tell a story that I'll never grow to 25 Not to worry, every warrior will come and see euphoria And that's a covenant I put on every tribe Ain't nobody gon' tie your shoe Nobody gon' abide by your rule Nobody holding your gun How come your tongue say, "killa" then kill my mood Light speed living in the world you know Little old me, feeling like a live wire Bet I put some new tires on a lightning bolt 'Til I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote I'm from the bottom of the jungle Living in the bottom of the food chain When you get a new chain, nigga take it from you A new name, want stripes, and you a zebra look-alike Hope another homicide don't numb you a nun do Things we will never learn soon In the era where we wanna earn soon That's a error, you can smell it in the air And everybody really doomed That's why I'm backdooring you motherfuckas All y'all can suck my dick All them days at the county building I'm 'bout to make my mama rich Cartoons and (Cereal!) I ain't felt this (Good since!) Scrooge McDuck (Here we go!), elementary hood shit Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what's that worth I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove You told me, "Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons" Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Yeah! Blow!) And I run it (Yeah! Blow!) That's ironic (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) Ironic (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) That's ironic (Y-Yeah! Blow!) Ironic (Yeah! Blow! Yeah!) Salt all in my wounds Hear my tears all in my tunes Let my life loose in this booth Just for you, mothafucka, hope y'all amused And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) And I run it (Y-Yeah! Blow!) And I run it (Yeah! Blow!) That's ironic This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody Even with a pot to piss in I'ma aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge Dismiss any business of yours Discounts never did amount to a check That ya ass couldn't cash when the shit bounce Everything dismounts, niggas gon' flip that car AKs for the whole hood House lick went down perfect Two shots to the head he deserved it I overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control Dark Wing Duck lost service Mama said I'd better duck, she's nervous Drama all up in the cut, hit the curtains I mean don't intervene with no gun machine This block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin' Emerging on everbody corner (Dash for it) Get a toe tag when you play tag With a task of a new (Task force) Everybody wanna know my life How did I make it (Past yours) Well let me tell you like this I've been running this shit since I (Asked for) Cartoons and cereal Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what's that worth I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove You told me, "Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons" Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room And I run it Salt all in my wounds Hear my tears all in my tunes Let my life loose in this booth, just for you Muhfucka, hope y'all amused! I did wrong, karma came Crackers gave me ball and chain Friends, enemies all the same State, fed, both can hang Nobody can't mute me But I never said nobody can't shoot me Just another stat to the white folks Still whip work to the white yolk, absolutely! Everyday feel like the one before Hunt the money, don't hunt the ho If you do what you always done Then you get what you always got You dumb buffoons! I ain't seen the back of my eyelids For about the past 72 hours Hand on my heart, face to the hood I pledge every word you ever heard was honest Yeah, this me, no mic No cameras, no lights, just pain Mama, how much trauma can I sustain? Dirty money come with lots of stains Road to riches come with lots of lanes Just another player with lots of game Never had shit, got lots to gain… Just another player with lots of game Never had shit, got lots to gain (To be continued)

Kendrick Lamar

​good kid

​good kid by Kendrick Lamar

Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby Look inside these walls and you see I'm havin' withdrawals Of a prisoner on his way Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away I should ask a choir: "What do you require To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?" As the record spin I should pray For the record, I recognize that I'm easily prey I got ate alive yesterday I got animosity buildin', it's prob'ly big as a buildin' Me jumpin' off of the roof is me just playin' it safe But what am I 'posed to do when the topic is red or blue And you understand that I ain't But know I'm accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble And live in the street with rank No better picture to paint than me walkin' from Bible study And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face From a function that tooken place, they was wonderin' if I bang Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks I don't mind 'cause one day you'll respect The good kid, m.A.A.d city See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby All I see is strobe lights, blindin' me in my hindsight Findin' me by myself, promise me you can help In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until You had finally made decision to hold me against my will It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still I can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the bill Every time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill All my innocence while ignorin' my purpose to persevere As a better person; I know you heard this and probably in fear But what am I 'posed to do when the blinkin' of red and blue Flash from the top of your roof and your dog has to say woof And you ask: "Lift up your shirt," because you wonder if a tattoo Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile I heard 'em chatter: "He's prob'ly young, but I know that he's down Step on his neck as hard as your bullet-proof vest He don't mind, he know we'll never respect The good kid, m.A.A.d. city." Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby All I see in this room: 20's, Xannies and these 'shrooms Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane Society? It's entirely stressful upon my brain You hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for change When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain The silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shrooms Some grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel it's nothin' to lose The streets sure to release the worst side of my best Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby

Kendrick Lamar

Auntie Diaries

Auntie Diaries by Kendrick Lamar

Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out Heart plays in ways the mind can't— Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out This is how we conceptualize human beings My auntie is a man now I think I'm old enough to understand now Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards Motorola pager, off-white Guess jacket Blue Air Max's, gold chains, and curl kits '93 Nissan wax job, the earliest Big social, big personality, vocal Played the underground verbatim and stayed local My auntie is a man now I watch him and his girl hold their hands down Tip of the avenues under street lights made his Thinking, "I want me a bad bitch when I get big" They hug on the corner like California King Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistling down the road See, my auntie is a man now, slight bravado Scratching the likes from lotto Hoping that she pull up tomorrow So I can hang out in the front seat Six-by-nines keeping the music up under me My auntie is a man now Asked my momma why my uncles don't like him that much And at the parties why they always wanna fight him that much She said, "Ain't no tellin' Niggas always been jealous because he had more women More money and more attention made more envy Calling him anything but broke was less offending" See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like My auntie is a man now I think I'm old enough to understand now Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards Back when it was comedic relief to say, "Faggot" "Faggot, faggot, faggot," we ain't know no better Elementary kids with no filter, however My auntie became a man and I took pride in it She wasn't gay, she ate pussy, and that was the difference That's what I told my friends in second grade She picking me up from school, they stare at her in the face They couldn't comprehend what I grew accustomed We pull off bumpin' Quik like it was nothing My auntie is a man now, what a relationship I grew up fast, I needed no one to babysit He gave me some cash then gave me some game Cherry freshener on the dash, I never complained She even cut my hair at the pad, was loving my fade The first person I seen write a rap That's when my life had changed House full of demo, smoke stuck on the window Cameras on the microphone, all women and men know My auntie was a man now, we cool with it The history had trickled down and made us ign'ant My favorite cousin said he's returning the favor And following my auntie with the same behavior Demetrius is Mary-Ann now He's more confident to live his plan now (Talking to the world's gonna bring you down) But the family in disbelief this time (Talking to the world's gonna bring you down) Convincing themselves, "He ain't living discreet, he's fine" (Talking to the world's gonna bring you down) They said they never seen it in him, but I seen it (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) The Barbie dolls played off reflection of Venus (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) He built a wall so tall you couldn't climb over He didn't laugh as hard when the kids start joking (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) "Faggot, faggot, faggot," we ain't know no better Middle school kids with no filter, however I had to be very mindful of my good cousin I knew exactly who he was, but I still loved him Demetrius is Mary-Ann now I mean he's really Mary-Ann, even took things further Changed his gender before Bruce Jenner was certain Living his truth even if it meant see a surgeon We didn't talk for a while, he seemed more distant Wasn't comfortable around me, everything was offensive But I recall we both had a sick sense of humor Made raw, but time changes all Demetrius is Mary-Ann now Remember church, Easter Sunday? I sat in the pew, you had stronger faith More spiritual when these dudes were living life straight Which I found ironic 'cause the pastor didn't see him the same He said my cousin was going through some things He promised the world we living in was an act on abomination And Demetrius was to blame I knew you was conflicted by the feelings of preacherman Wondering if God still call you a decent man Still, you found the courage to be subservient just to anoint Until he singled you out to prove his point, saying "Demetrius is Mary-Ann now Church, his auntie is a man now," it hurt You the most 'cause your belief was close to his words Forcing me to stand now I said, "Mr. Preacherman, should we love thy neighbor? The laws of the land or the heart, what's greater? I recognize the study she was taught since birth But that don't justify the feelings that my cousin preserved" The building was thinking out loud, bad angel That's when you looked at me and smiled, said, "Thank you" The day I chose humanity over religion The family got closer, it was all forgiven I said them F-bombs, I ain't know any better Mistakenly, I ain't think that you'd know any different See, I was taught words was nothing more than a sound If ever they was pronounced without any intentions The very second you challenged the shit I was kicking Reminded me about a show I did out the city That time I brung a fan on stage to rap But disapproved the word that she couldn't say with me You said, "Kendrick, ain't no room for contradiction To truly understand love, switch position 'Faggot, faggot, faggot,' we can say it together But only if you let a white girl say 'Nigga'"

Kendrick Lamar

United in Grief

United in Grief by Kendrick Lamar

I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime (Tell them, tell 'em, tell them the truth) I hope you find some paradise (Tell 'em, tell 'em the truth) (Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em your—) I've been goin' through somethin' One-thousand eight-hundred and fifty-five days I've been goin' through somethin' Be afraid What is a bitch in a miniskirt? A man in his feelings with bitter nerve What is a woman that really hurt? A demon, you're better off killing her What is a relative making repetitive narratives On how you did it first? That is a predator, hit reverse All of your presidents' evil thirst What is a neighborhood rep'table? That is a snitch on a pedestal What is a house with a better view? A family broken in variables What is a rapper with jewelry? A way that I show my maturity What if I call on security? That mean I'm calling on God for purity I went and got me a therapist I can debate on my theories and sharing it (Woah) Consolidate all my comparisons Humblin' up because time was imperative (Woah) Started to feel like it's only one answer To everything, I don't know where it is (Woah) Popping a bottle of Claritin (Woah) Is it my head or my arrogance? (Woah) Shaking and moving, like, what am I doing? I'm flipping my time through the Rolodex Indulging myself and my life and my music The world that I'm in is a cul-de-sac The world that we in is just menacing The demons portrayed as religionous I wake in the morning, another appointment I hope the psychologist listenin' See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon The "Where you from?", it was all for rap I was 28 years young, twenty mill' in tax Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic Never had it in public, late reaction 50K to cousins, post a caption Pray none of my enemies hold me captive I grieve different I grieve different (Huh) I met her on the third night of Chicago North America tour, my enclave Fee-fi-fo-fum, she was a model Dedicated to the songs I wrote and the Bible Eyes like green penetratin' the moonlight Hair done in a bun, energy in the room like Big Bang for theory, God, hopin' you hear me Phone off the ringer, tell the world, "I'm busy" Fair enough, green eyes said her mother didn't care enough Sympathize when her daddy in the chain gang Her first brother got killed, he was twenty-one I was nine when they put Lamont in the grave Heartbroken when Estelle didn't say goodbye Chad left his body after we FaceTimed Green eyes said you'd be okay, first tour, sex the pain away I grieve different I grieve different (Huh) The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon The "Where you from?", it was all for rap I was 28 years young, twenty mill' in tax Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic Never had it in public, late reaction 50K to cousins, post a caption Pray none of my enemies hold me captive So what, paralyzed, the county building controlled us I bought a Rolex watch, I only wore it once I bought infinity pools I never swimmed in I watched Keem buy four cars in four months You know the family dynamics on repeat The insecurities locked down on PC I bought a .223, nobody peace treat You won't doo-doo me, I smell TNT Dave got him a Porsche, so I got me a Porsche Paid lottery for it, I ain't want it in portions Poverty was the case But the money wipin' the tears away I grieve different (Everybody grieves different) (Everybody grieves different) I grieve different (Huh)