“To Pimp a Butterfly” by Kendrick Lamar

На 15 февруари 2016 г. американският hip-hop музикант KENDRICK LAMAR получава 5 отличия „Grammy“ за работата си върху проекта “TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY”, или „Да пласираш пеперуда“.

 

 

 

Всичко започва през 2014 г., когато LAMAR предприема пътуване до Южна Африка, където посещава исторически обекти, свързани с живота на Nelson Mandela - като затворническата му килия на остров Robben, запознава се с проявите на апартейд по негово време, открива за себе си различията между африканската и американската култура. KENDRICK намира и доста сходства между живота в Южна Африка и този в гетото Compton в Лос Анджелис, където е израсъл.

 

 

 

LAMAR заявява: „Чувствах, че принадлежа на Африка. Видях толкова неща, които не знаех. Вероятно едно от най-трудните неща, които трябва да направите, е да съберете на едно място възгледите си за това колко красиво място може да изградите и да ги споделите с някой човек, още докато е в гето като Compton. Исках да вложа това свое преживяване в музиката. Идеята беше да направя албум, който да отразява това, но и всички проблеми на черните жени. Има разделение между светлата и тъмната кожа, защото то е в природата ни, но има и решение на проблема. В Южна Африка видях всички тези различни цветове да говорят на един красив език.“

 

 

 

Така в албума „Да пласираш пеперуда“ намират място темите за любовта към хората и за омразата, славата и депресията, насилието от страна на полицията, расовите проблеми и политиката в стихотворение, което се преплита между песните. KENDRICK критикува системата, която потиска чернокожите младежи, но също така критикува и своите близки, че възприемат саморазрушителния модел, налаган им от обществото. LAMAR признава потенциала на всеки, който е изправен пред трудности, да се разбунтува срещу системата, която го потиска, подобно на гъсеница, която се превръща в пеперуда:

 

 

 

„Исках да покажа светлата страна, яркостта на живота. В думата „пласьор, сводник“ има много агресия, тя има много нюанси. За мен тя означава да използвам своята знаменитост за добри дела. Друга причина е, че не съм подложен на сводничество от индустрията за моята знаменитост... Това става много по-дълбоко дори за мен.“

 

 

 

KENDRICK рецитира откъси от стихотворението през целия албум, предхождайки всяко заглавие. В края на стихотворението разбираме, че е посветено на легендарния музикант 2Pac (Tupac Amaru Shakur), а в интервю LAMAR обяснява, че работното заглавие на албума е било „Tu Pimp a Caterpillar“ („Да пласираш гъсеница“), което се изписва като абревиатура „TuPAC“. По-късно обаче е променено на „пеперуда“, за да символизира личния характер на KENDRICK и неговата цялостна издръжливост след успеха му в музикалната индустрия.

 

 

 

В музикално отношение в албума “TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY” откриваме стилово отражение на целия спектър от афроамериканската музика, включително джаз, фънк, соул, хип-хоп от Западното крайбрежие на САЩ, авангард, а сред впечатляващия екип за подготовката на албума може да откроим DR. DRE, SNOOP DOGG и GEORGE CLINTON.

 

 

 

Така третият студиен албум на KENDRICK LAMAR “TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY”, или „Да пласираш пеперуда“, намира милионни продажби, получава статус на платинен, а само в първия ден след издаването му чупи рекорда за стрийминг в Spotify с 9,6 милиона свързвания. Ще го чуем в предаването “Картини от една изложба®” на програма “Хоризонт” на БНР в събота, 9 октомври, след новините от 21 ч.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

В предаването на 9.10.2021 г.: Kendrick Lamar и албумът „Да пласираш пеперуда“

 

KENDRICK LAMAR
TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY
Date of Release: March 16th, 2015

 


SONGS/TRACKS:

 

1.Wesley s Theory - 4:47
Featuring – George Clinton, Thundercat
Backing Vocals – Anna Wise, Ash Riser, Dr. Dre, Josef Leimberg, Whitney Alford
Horns, Alto Saxophone – Terrace Martin
Trumpet – Josef Leimberg
Producer – Flying Lotus
Producer [Additional Production] – @PopWansel*, Sounwave, Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*
Written-by – Boris Gardiner, George Clinton, Kendrick Duckworth, Ronald Colson*, Stephen Bruner, Steven Ellison

 

2.For Free? (Interlude) - 2:11
Alto Saxophone – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – Anna Wise, Darlene Tibbs
Bass – Brandon Owens
Drums – Robert Sput Searight*
Guitar – Marlon Williams
Organ – Craig Brockman
Piano – Robert Glasper
Producer – Terrace Martin
Written-by – Kendrick Duckworth, Terrace Martin, R. McKinney*
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*

 

3.King Kunta - 3:55
Backing Vocals – Whitney Alford
Bass – Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*, Miles Mosley
Cello – Adrienne Woods, Ginger Murphy
Viola – Andrea Whitt, Molly Rogers
Violin – Jen Simone, Neel Hammond, Tylana Enomoto
Trombone – Ryan Porter
Guitar – Marlon Williams, Matt Schaeffer
Co-producer – Terrace Martin
Producer – Sounwave
Written-by – A. Lewis*, D. Blake*, S. Gordy*, K. Duckworth*, M. Spears*, M. Jackson*, T. Lane
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*, Matt Schaeffer

 

4.Institutionalized - 4:32
Featuring – Anna Wise, Bilal, Snoop Dogg
Backing Vocals – Taz Arnold Aka Ti$a*
Cello – Gabriel Noel
Clarinet – Pedro Castro
Keyboards – Sam Barsh
Violin – Paul Cartwright
Producer – Fredrik \"Tommy Black \" Halldin, Rahki
Written-by – C. Smith*, F. Halldin*, K. Duckworth*, S. Barsh*
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*

 

5.These Walls - 5:01
Featuring – Anna Wise, Bilal, Thundercat
Alto Saxophone – Terrace Martin
Bass [Additional Bass] – Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*
Cello – Adrienne Woods, Ginger Murphy
Double Bass [Upright Bass] – Miles Mosley
Guitar – Gregory Moore*, Marlon Williams
Keyboards – Larrance Dopson, Robert Glasper, Terrace Martin
Percussion – Larrance Dopson
Trombone – Ryan Porter
Trumpet – Josef Leimberg
Viola – Andrea Whitt, Molly Rogers
Violin – Jen Simone, Neel Hammond, Tylana Enomoto
Producer – Larrance Dopson, Terrace Martin
Producer [Additional Production] – Sounwave
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*
Written-by – A. Wise*, J. Fauntleroy*, K. Duckworth*, L. Dopson*, R. McKinney*, T. Martin*

 

6.U - 4:28
Alto Saxophone, Keyboards – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – Bilal, Jessica Vielmas, SZA, Whoarei
Baritone Saxophone – Adam Turchan*
Guitar – Marlon Williams
Tenor Saxophone – Kamasi Washington
Producer – Taz Arnold AKA Ti$a*, Whoarei
Producer [Additional Production] – Sounwave
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, Matt Schaeffer
Written-by – K. Duckworth*, M. Brown*, T. Arnold*

 

7.Alright - 3:39
Alto Saxophone – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – Candace Wakefield, Pharrell Williams, Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*
Engineer [Additional Engineering] – Andrew Coleman, Hart Gunther, Mike Larson
Producer – Pharrell Williams
Producer [Additional Production] – Sounwave
Recorded by – James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*
Written-by – K. Duckworth*, M. Spears*, P. Williams*

 

8.For Sale? (Interlude) - 4:52
Alto Saxophone, Keyboards – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – Bilal, Preston Harris, SZA, Taz Arnold AKA Ti$h*
Trumpet – Josef Leimberg
Producer – Taz Arnold AKA Ti$h*
Producer [Additional Production] – Sounwave, Terrace Martin
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*
Written-by – Kendrick Duckworth, Taz Arnold

 

9.Momma - 4:43
Alto Saxophone, Keyboards, Vocoder – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – Bilal, Lalah Hathaway
Producer – knxwledge, Taz Arnold AKA Ti$h*
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*
Written-by – K. Duckworth*, L. Hathaway*, R. Patterson*, R. Rideout*, S. Stewart*, T. Arnold*, G. Boothe

 

10.Hood Politics - 4:53
Backing Vocals – Anna Wise, Bilal, Dion Friley, Preston Harris
Keyboards – Robert Sput Searight*, Terrace Martin
Producer – Sounwave, Tae Beast, Thundercat
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*
Written-by – D. Perkins*, K. Duckworth*, M. Spears*, S. Bruner*, S. Stevens*

 

11.How Much a Dollar Cost - 4:22
Featuring – James Fauntleroy*, Ronald Isley
Alto Saxophone, Keyboards – Terrace Martin
Guitar – Marlon Williams
Percussion – Larance Dopson*
Trumpet – Josef Leimberg
Producer – LoveDragon
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*, Matt Schaeffer
Recorded by [Ronald Isley Verse] – Thomas Burns
Written-by – J. Fauntleroy*, J. Leimberg*, K. Duckworth*, R. Isley*, R. McKinney*, T. Martin*

 

12.Complexion (A Zulu Love) - 4:23
Featuring – Rapsody
Alto Saxophone – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – JaVonte*, Lalah Hathaway, Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*, Talkbox Monte
Backing Vocals, Scratches – Pete Rock
Keyboards – Robert Glasper, Terrace Martin
Percussion – Larance Dopson*
Trumpet – Josef Leimberg
Producer – Sounwave, Thundercat
Producer [Additional Production] – Terrace Martin, Antydote*
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, Matt Schaeffer
Recorded by [Rapsody s Verse] – 9th Wonder
Written-by – K. Duckworth*, M. Spears*, M. Evans*, S. Bruner*

 

13.The Blacker the Berry - 5:29
Alto Saxophone – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – Lalah Hathaway
Bass – Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*
Drum Programming [Additional Drum Programming], Engineer [Additional Engineering] – Katalyst
Drums – Ronald Bruner Jr.
Keyboards – Robert Glasper
Percussion – Larance Dopson*
Producer – Boi-1da, Koz*
Producer [Additional Production] – Terrace Martin
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*, Matt Schaeffer
Written-by – A. Izquierdo*, B. Kolatalo*, J. Campbell*, K. Lewis*, K. Duckworth*, M. Samuels*, S. Kozmeniuk*, Z. Epstein*

 

14.You Ain t Gotta Lie (Momma Said) - 4:02
Alto Saxophone, Vocoder – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – JaVonte*, Preston Harris, Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*, Wyann Vaughn
Guitar – Marlon Williams
Keyboards – Sounwave, Terrace Martin
Trumpet – Josef Leimberg
Percussion – Larance Dopson*
Producer – LoveDragon
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*, Matt Schaeffer
Written-by – J. Leimberg*, K. Duckworth*, M. Spears*, R. McKinney*, T. Martin*

 

15.I - 5:36
Backing Vocals – Candace Wakefield, Dave Free, Devon Downing, Dion Friley, Edwin Orellana, Taz Arnold AKA Ti$a*, William Swept
Vocals [Additional Vocals] – Ronald Isley
Bass – Chris Smith, Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*
Drums – Kendall Lewis
Guitar – Keith Askey
Keyboards – Sam Barsh
Percussion – Rahki
Producer – Rahki
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*, Matt Schaeffer
Recorded by [Ronald Isley] – Thomas Burns
Written-by – C. Jasper*, C. Smith*, E. Isley*, R. Isley*, K. Duckworth*, M. Isley*, O. Isley*, R. Isley*

 

16.Mortal Man - 12:07
Alto Saxophone – Terrace Martin
Backing Vocals – JaVonte*, James Fauntleroy*
Bass – Stephen \"Thundercat \" Bruner*
Guitar – Marlon Williams
Keyboards – Junius Bervine, Robert Glasper
Trumpet – Ambrose Akinmusire, Josef Leimberg
Producer – Sounwave
Recorded by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*, James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*, Matt Schaeffer
Written-by – F. Anikulapo*, K. Duckworth*, M. Spears*, S. Bruner*

 

\"U \" and \"I \" are stylized in lowercase letters

 

©2015 Top Dawg Entertainment, Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records

 


CREDITS:

 

Kendrick Lamar – vocals

 

Executive-Producer – Anthony \"Top Dawg \" Tiffith*, Dr. Dre
Producer [Associate Producer] – Dave \"miyatola \" Free*

 

Mastered by – Mike Bozzi
Mixed by – Derek \"MixedByAli \" Ali*
Mixed by [Mix Assistant] – James \"The White Black Man \" Hunt*, Matt Schaeffer

 

Arranged by [String Arrangements] – Kamasi Washington, Sounwave, Terrace Martin
Recorded by [String Recordings] – David Kim, Thomas Cullison

 

A&R [A&R Administration - Interscope Records] – Alicia N. Graham
A&R [Interscope Records] – Manny Smith (2)
A&R [Top Dawg] – Kendrick Lamar, Sounwave
Art Direction – Dave Free, Kendrick Lamar, Vlad Sepetov
Coordinator [A&R Coordinator - Interscope Records] – Chelsea Blythe
Legal [Interscope Records] – Jason Kawejsza, Todd Douglas
Legal [Top Dawg] – Joshua P. Binder, Esq.
Management [Top Dawg] – Dave Free, Moosa, Punch, Ret One
Other [General Manager - Aftermath Entertainment] – Ashley Palmer
Other [Marketing - Interscope Records] – Archie Davis
Other [Marketing - Top Dawg] – TDE Marketing
Other [Publicity - Interscope Records] – Ray Alba
Other [Sales - Interscope Records] – Gary Kelly
Other [Top s Homies - Interscope Records] – John Janick, Steve Berman
Photography by [Cover Photography] – Denis Rouvre, Roberto \"retOne \" Reyes*
Photography by [Whitehouse Photography] – Diego Cambiaso

 


Publishers & track info:

 

Wesley s Theory - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Westbury Music Ltd. (ASCAP)/Roynet Music (ASCAP), Pooch Music (SESAC).
Contains elements of \"Every Nigger is a Star \" written by B. Gardiner and published by Westbury Music Ltd. (ASCAP)/Roynet Music (ASCAP), as performed by Boris Gardiner. Used courtesy of Jazzman Records Ltd.

 

For Free? (Interlude) - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Rosemac Music (ASCAP), Blessed Seeds Of God (ASCAP)

 

King Kunta - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Allegro/Beat Bully Productions, Laneway Publishing, Q Baby Music (ASCAP), Mijac Music/Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Universal Music Corp./Ahmad Music, Kendal s Soul Music
Contains interpolations of \"Get Nekkid \" written by J. Burns & D. Blake, published by Laneway Publishing (ASCAP) and Q Baby Music (ASCAP).
Contains resung lyrics from \"Smooth Criminal \" written by M. Jackson, and published by Mijac Music/Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI).
Contains elements of \"The Payback \" (J. Brown/F.Wesley/J.Starks) Dynatone Publishing Company (BMI). All rights administered by Unichappell Music, Inc. (BMI).
\"King Kunta \" contains samples from \"We Want The Funk \" written by A. Lewis, published by Ahmad Music/Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP), EMI Full Keel Music (BMI), Music Of WIndswept/BMG Music (BMI).

 

Institutionalized - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Rondor Music International Inc d/b/a Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Producer Pizza (ASCAP), Barsh Music/HHMusic Wordlwide (BMI), Tommy Black (STIM)

 

These Walls - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Rosemac Music (ASCAP), Blue Nike Publishing (BMG), Fauntleroy Music/Almo Music (ASCAP), Blessed Seeds Of God (ASCAP), Anna Smiles Music (ASCAP)

 

u - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Big Yacht Music (ASCAP)

 

Alright - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself & Even More Water From Nazareth (GMR), Sony/ATV Allegro/Beat Bully Productions

 

For Sale? (Interlude) - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Big Yacht Music (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Allegro/Beat Bully Productions

 

Momma - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Big Yacht Music (ASCAP), Mijac Music/Sony ATV Music Publishing (BMI), Queen Of The Planet Productions (ASCAP), Cisum Naashar Publishing (ASCAP), Uncle Buddies Music Inc./Notting Hill c/o Music Of Windswept/BMG Rights Mgmt. (ASCAP)
Contains elements of \"Wishful Thinkin \" written by S. Stewart and published by Mijac Music/Sony ATV Music Publishing (BMI), as performed by Sly & the Family Stone. Used courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment.
Contains elements of \"On Your Own \" written by L. Hathaway, R. Patterson, R. Rideout, and published by Queen Of The Planet Productions (ASCAP), Cisum Naashar Publishing (ASCAP), Uncle Buddies Music Inc. c/o Music Of Windswept/BMG Rights Mgmt. (ASCAP).
\"Momma \" contains samples from \"On Your Own \" performed by Lalah Hathaway from the album \"Self Portrait \" (STXCD-30308). Courtesy of Concord Music Group, Inc.

 

Hood Politics - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Donte Lamar Perkins (BMI), Sony/ATV Allegro/Beat Bully Productions, Just Isn t Music Ltd (ASCAP), New Jerusalem Music (ASCAP), Black Bull Music Inc. (ASCAP)/Jobete Music Co. Inc. (ASCAP)/Sony ATV Music Publishing (ASCAP)
Verses recorded at Downtown Studios in New York, New York.
Includes sample of \"All For Myself \" © 2010 Sufjan Stevens, admin. New Jerusalem Music, courtesy of Sufjan Stevens and Asthmatic kitty Records. © 2010 Asthmatic Kitty Records

 

How Much A Dollar Cost - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Rosemac Music (ASCAP), Josef Leimberg Music (ASCAP), Blessed Seeds Of God (ASCAP), Fauntleroy Music/Almo Music (ASCAP)
Ronald Isley verse recorded at Notifi Studios in St. Louis, Missouri.

 

Complexion (A Zulu Love) - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Just Isn t Music Ltd (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Allegro/Beat Bully Productions
Rapsody s verse recorded at House Studios in Washington, D.C.

 

The Blacker The Berry - Produced for 1da Boi Productions
WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), 1damentional Publishing LLC/Sony ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP), Stephen 1daniable Publishing (ASCAP), Kenobi Songs Publishing/BMG Rights Management (BMI), Whiskey Valentine Publishing/BMG Rights Management (BMI), Tenyor Music (BMI), Alexander Izquierdo BMG Gold Songs/AIX Publishing (ASCAP) all rights administered by BMG Rights Management (US) LLC, Zale Epstein (SOCAN)

 

You Ain t Gotta Lie (Momma Said) - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Rosemac Music (ASCAP), Blessed Seeds Of God (ASCAP), Josef Leimberg Music (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Allegro/Beat Bully Productions

 

i - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Rondor Music International Inc d/b/a Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Producer Pizza (ASCAP), EMI April Music Inc. obo itself and Bovina Music Inc. (ASCAP)
Ronald Isley recorded at Notifi Studios in St. Louis, Missouri.
Contains portions of \"That Lady \" by Ronald Isley, Christopher Jasper, O Kelly Isley, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, and Rudolph Isley, published by EMI April Music Inc. OBO itself and Bovina Music Inc. (ASCAP)

 

Mortal Man - WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Hard Working Black Folks Inc. (ASCAP), Top Dawg Music (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Allegro/Beat Bully Productions, Just Isn t Music Ltd (ASCAP), EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP), BMG Gold Songs (ASCAP), BMG Ruby Songs (ASCAP)
Contains elements of \"I No Get Eye For Back \" written by F. Kuti, and published by EMI April Music, Inc. (ASCAP), BMG Gold Songs (ASCAP), BMG Ruby Songs (ASCAP).
\"Mortal Man \" contains excerpts from \"I No Get Eye For Back \" as performed by Houston Person, used courtesy of Ume.
Featuring parts from the music journalist Mats Nileskar s Tupac Shakur interview in New York, November 1994 for P3 Soul, Swedish Broadcasting Corporation.

 

String recordings (at) Chalice Recording Studios in Hollywood, CA.
Mixed and recorded (at) No Excuses Studio, Santa Monica, CA.
Mastered (at) Bernie Grundman Mastering, Hollywood, CA

 


LYRICS:

 

Wesley’s Theory

 

[Produced by Flying Lotus & Ronald \"Flippa \" Colson]
[Additional production by Sounwave & Thundercat]

 

[Sample: Boris Gardiner]
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?

 

[Intro: Josef Leimberg]
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

 

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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?

 

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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
Chunk 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

 

[Refrain: Thundercat & George Clinton]
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)

 

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, Thundercat & George Clinton]
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?

 

[Break: Dr. Dre]
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

 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Bridge: George Clinton & Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, lookin down, it s quite a drop (It s quite a drop, drop, drop)
Lookin good when you re on top (When you re on top, you got it)
You got a medal for us
Leavin metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria
Look both ways before you cross my mind

 

[Refrain: Thundercat & George Clinton]
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

 

[Outro: Anna Wise & Whitney Alford]
Tax man comin , tax man comin
Tax man comin , tax man comin
Tax man comin , tax man comin
Tax man comin , tax man comin

 

 

 

For Free? (Interlude)

 

[Produced by Terrace Martin]

 

[Intro: Darlene Tibbs]
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?

 

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Outro: Darlene Tibbs]
I ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up
You ain t no king

 

 

 

King Kunta

 

[Produced by Sounwave; Additional production by Terrace Martin]

 

[Intro: 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 (Hey mad!), but I ain t stressin
True friends, one question

 

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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?)

 

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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!)

 

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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?)

 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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)

 

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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)

 

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Whitney Alford]
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

 

[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence

 


Institutionalized

 

[Part I]

 

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
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?

 

[Interlude: Anna Wise & Bilal]
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!

 

[Part II]

 

[Intro: Taz Arnold]
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

 

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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:

 

[Chorus: Bilal]
\"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 \"

 

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
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:

 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
\"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

 

[Chorus: Bilal]
\"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 \"

 

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
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

 


These Walls

 

[Produced by Terrace Martin & Larrance Dopson; Additional production by Sounwave]
[Directed by Colin Tilley & The Little Homies]

 

[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence
Sometimes, I did the same

 

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
(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

 

[Verse 1: Anna Wise & Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Chorus: Anna Wise, Thundercat & Bilal]
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

 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Chorus: Anna Wise, Thundercat & Bilal]
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

 

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Chorus: Anna Wise, Thundercat & Bilal]
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

 

[Instrumental Break]

 

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
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)

 

[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 


u

 

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
*Screaming*

 

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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—

 

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Break: Jessica Vielmas]
(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)

 

[Beat Switch]

 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Are 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

 

[Break]
*Sniffling*

 

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 


Alright

 

[Produced by Pharrell Williams & Sounwave]
[Directed by Colin Tilley]

 

[Intro: 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

 

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
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

 

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
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

 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
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

 

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Thundercat]
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

 

[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 


For Sale? (Interlude)

 

[Produced by Taz Arnold; Additional production by Sounwave & Terrace Martin]

 

[Intro: Bilal]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh
(Breathing)
What s wrong, nigga?
I thought you was keeping it gangsta
I thought this what you wanted
They say if you scared, go to church
But remember, he knows the Bible too

 

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Now, baby, when I get you, get you, get you, get you
I ma go hit the throttle with you
Smoking, lokin , poking that doja til I m idle with you
Cause I (want you)
Now, baby, when I m riding here, I m riding dirty
Registration is out of service
Smoking, lokin , drinking that potion, you can see me swerving
Cause I (want you)
(I want you more than you know)

 

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I remember you took me to the mall last week, baby
You looked me in my eyes about four, five times
Til I was hypnotized, then you clarified
That I (want you)
You said Sherane ain t got nothing on Lucy
I said, \"You crazy? \"
Roses are red, violets are blue
But me and you both pushing up daisies if I (want you)

 

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Now, baby, when I get you, get you, get you, get you
I ma go hit the throttle with you
Smoking, lokin , poking that doja til I m idle with you
Cause I (want you)

 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
You said to me, you said your name was Lucy
I said, \"Where s Ricardo? \"
You said, \"Oh, no, not the show \"
Then you spit a little rap to me like this
When I turned twenty-six, I was like, \"Oh, shit \"
You said to me, I remember what you said too, you said:
\"My name is Lucy, Kendrick, you introduced me, Kendrick
Usually I don’t do this but I see you and me, Kendrick
Lucy give you no worries, Lucy got million stories
About these rappers that I came after when they was boring
Lucy gon fill your pockets
Lucy gon move your mama out of Compton
Inside the gi-gantic mansion like I promised
Lucy just want your trust and loyalty, avoiding me?
It s not so easy, I m at these functions accordingly
Kendrick, Lucy don t slack a minute, Lucy work harder
Lucy gon call you even when Lucy know you love your Father
I m Lucy, I loosely heard prayers on your first album, truly
Lucy don t mind, cause at the end of the day you ll pursue me
Lucy go get it, Lucy not timid, Lucy up front
Lucy got paperwork on top of paperwork
I want you to know that Lucy got you
All your life I watched you
And now you all grown up to sign this contract, if that’s possible \"

 

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Get you, get you, get you, get you
I ma go hit the throttle with you
Smoking, lokin , poking that doja til I m idle with you
Cause I (want you)
Now, baby, when I m riding here, I m riding dirty
Registration is out of service
Smoking, lokin , drinking that potion, you can see me swerving
Cause I (want you)

 

[Refrain: Bilal]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh

 

[Poem]
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 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
Until I came home

 

Momma

[Produced by Knxwledge & Taz Arnold]

[Part I]

[Intro: Taz Arnold]
Oh, shit!
I need that
I need that sloppy
That sloppy (Yo, yo, yo)
Like a Chevy in quicksand
Yeah
That sloppy

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
This feelin is unmatched
This feelin is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap (West, west, west)
We don t share the same synonym, fall back (West, west, west)
Been in it before internet had new acts
Mimicking radio s nemesis made me wack
My innocence limited, the experience lacked
Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked
The mind of a literate writer, but I did it, in fact
You admitted it once I submitted it, wrapped in plastic
Remember scribblin , scratchin diligent sentences backwards
Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction
Now, I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest
Gamblin Benjamin benefits, sinnin in traffic
Spinnin women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
Winnin in every decision, Kendrick is master that mastered it
Isn t it lovely how menaces turned attraction?
Pivotin rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic
Thank God for rap
I would say it got me a plaque, but what s better than that?
The fact it brought me back home

[Chorus: Lalah Hathway & Taz Arnold]
We been waitin for you
Waitin for you
Waitin for you
Waitin for you

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I know everything
I know everything, know myself
I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health
I know fatality might haunt you
I know everything
I know Compton, I know street shit, I know shit that s conscious
I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma
I know everything, I know history
I know the universe works mentally
I know the perks of bullshit isn t meant for me
I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money
I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that s ornery
I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies
I know if I m generous at heart, I don t need recognition
The way I m rewarded—well, that s God s decision
I know you know that line s for Compton School District
Just give it to the kids, don’t gossip bout how it was distributed
I know how people work
I know the price of life, I m knowin how much it’s worth
I know what I know, and I know it well not to ever forget
Until I realized I didn’t know shit, the day I came home

[Chorus: Lalah Hathway & Taz Arnold]
We been waitin for you
Waitin for you
Waitin for you
Waitin for you

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
I met a little boy that resembled my features
Nappy afro, gap in his smile, hand-me-down sneakers
Bounced through the crowd
Run a number on man and woman that crossed him
Sun beamin on his beady beads, exhausted
Tossin footballs with his ashy, black ankles
Breakin new laws mama passed on home trainin
He looked at me and said, \"Kendrick, you do know my language
You just forgot because of what public schools had painted
Oh, I forgot, Don t Kill My Vibe , that s right, you re famous
I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken
But never mind, you re here right now, don t you mistake it
It s just a new trip, take a glimpse of your family ancestor
Make a new list of everything you thought was progress
And that was bullshit, I know your life is full of turmoil
Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you
I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin you
If you resist, I ll back off quick, go catch a flight or two
But if you pick destiny over rest-in-peace
Then be an advocate, tell your homies, especially
To come back home \"

[Part II]

[Interlude]
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money or mankind?
Tell me something, got me losing my mind, ah!

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
You make me wanna jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let s talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let s talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let s talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let s talk about love

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
Tell me something, think I m losing my mind, ah!

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
I say, where you at? From the front to the back
I m lookin for you, I react only when you react
Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto
When I was seventeen with the .38 special
Maybe you re in a dollar bill, maybe you re not real
Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel
Maybe I m paranoid, ha, maybe I don t need you anyway
Don t lie to me, I m suicidal anyway
I can be your advocate
I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is


Hood Politics

[Produced by Tae Beast, Sounwave & Thundercat]

[Intro]
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!

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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, 14 with the deuce-deuce
14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies
On the dead homies

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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, 14 with the deuce-deuce
14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies
On the dead homies

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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? \"

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Obama say, \"What it do? \"
Obama say, \"What it do? \"
Obama say, \"What it do? \"

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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, 14 with the deuce-deuce
14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies
On the dead homies

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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 \"

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo

[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
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


How Much a Dollar Cost

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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?

[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]
It s more to feed your mind
Water, sun and love, the one you love
All you need, the air you breathe

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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?

[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]
It s more to feed your mind
Water, sun and love, the one you love
All you need, the air you breathe

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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 \"

[Outro: Ronald Isley]
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

[Produced by LoveDragon]


Complexion (A Zulu Love)

[Produced by Thundercat & Sounwave; Additional production by Terrace Martin & Antydote]

[Intro: Pete Rock]
I m with this

[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Complexion (Two-step)
Complexion don t mean a thing (It s a Zulu love)
Complexion (Two-step)
It all feels the same (It s a Zulu love)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
Sneak (Dissin )
Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I d go the distance, you know I m ten toes down
Even if master listenin , cover your ears, he bout to mention

[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Complexion (Two-step)
Complexion don t mean a thing (It s a Zulu love)
Oh, Complexion (Two-step)
It all feels the same (It s a Zulu love)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dark as the midnight hour, or bright as the mornin sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can t run
Sneak (Dissin )
Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I d go the distance, you know I m ten toes down
Even if master s listenin , I got the world s attention
So I ma say somethin that s vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, a feline color should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit told me, \"A woman is woman, love the creation \"
It all came from God, then you was my confirmation
I came to where you reside
And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with...

[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Complexion (Two-step)
Complexion don t mean a thing (It s a Zulu love)
Oh, Complexion (Two-step)
It all feels the same (It s a Zulu love)

[Interlude: JaVonté & Kendrick Lamar]
You like it, I love it
You like it, I love it
You like it, I love it
You like it, I love it
You like it, I love it
You like it, I love it
You like it, I love it
You like it, I love it
(Where the homegirl Rapsody at?
I need you to speak your mind real quick, loved one!)

[Verse 3: Rapsody]
Let me talk my Stu Scott, ‘scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That’s the real blues, baby, like you met Jay’s baby
You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey
All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave
12 years of age, thinkin my shade too dark
I love myself, I no longer need Cupid
Enforcin my dark side like a young George Lucas
Light don’t mean you smart, bein dark don’t make you stupid
And frame of mind for them bustas, ain’t talkin “Woo-hah!”
Need a paradox for the pair of doc s they tutored
Like two Todd s, L-L, you lose two times
If you don’t see you beautiful in your complexion
It ain’t complex to put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, that’s the context
Yeah, baby, I’m conscious, ain’t no contest
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed
Ain’t no stress, jiggaboos wanna be
I ain’t talkin Jay, I ain’t talkin Bey
I’m talkin days we got school watchin movie screens
And spike your self-esteem
The new James Bond gon be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And it’s all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, know colors ain’t a thing

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
Barefoot babies with no cares
Teenage gun toters that don’t play fair, should I get out the car?
I don’t see Compton, I see something much worse
The land of the landmines, the hell that’s on earth


The Blacker the Berry

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Lalah Hathaway]
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

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Chorus: Assassin]
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

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Chorus: Assassin]
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

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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!

[Instrumental Outro]

[Produced by Boi-1da & Koz]

 

You Ain’t Gotta Lie (Momma Said)

[Produced by LoveDragon]

[Intro]
Study long, study wrong, nigga
Hey, y all close that front door, y all let flies in this motherfucker
Close that door!
My OG up in this motherfucker right now
My pops man with the bottle of Hennessy in his hand, actin a fool
Hey, hey, babe, check it out, I ma tell you what my mama had said, she like:

[Verse 1]
I could spot you a mile away
I could see your insecurities written all on your face
So predictable your words, I know what you gonna say
Who you foolin ? Oh, you assuming you can just come and hang
With the homies but your level of realness ain t the same
Circus acts only attract those that entertain
Small talk, we know that it s all talk
We live in the Laugh Factory every time they mention your name

[Refrain]
Askin \"where the hoes at?\" to impress me
Askin \"where the moneybags?\" to impress me
Say you got the burner stashed to impress me
It s all in your head, homie
Askin \"where the plug at?\" to impress me
Askin \"where the juug at?\" to impress me
Askin \"where it s at?\" only upsets me
You sound like the feds, homie

[Chorus]
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta lie, you ain t gotta lie
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta try so hard
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta lie, you ain t gotta lie
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta try so hard

[Verse 2]
And the world don t respect you
And the culture don t accept you
But you think it s all love
And the girls gon neglect you once your parody is done
Reputation can t protect you if you never had one
Jealousy (complex), emotional (complex)
Self-pity (complex), under oath (complex)
The loudest one in the room, nigga, that s a complex
Let me put it back in proper context

[Chorus]
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta lie, you ain t gotta lie
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta try so hard
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta lie, you ain t gotta lie
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta try so hard

[Refrain]
Askin \"where the hoes at?\" to impress me
Askin \"where the moneybags?\" to impress me
Say you got the burner stashed to impress me
It s all in your head, homie
Askin \"where the plug at?\" to impress me
Askin \"where the juug at?\" to impress me
Askin \"where it s at?\" only upsets me
You sound like the feds, homie

(Pause)

[Verse 3]
What do you got to offer?
Tell me before we off ya, put you deep in the coffin
Been allergic to talkin , been a virgin to bullshit
And sell a dream in the auction, tell me just who your boss is
Niggas be fugazi, bitches be fugazi
This is for fugazi
Niggas and bitches who make habitual lyin babies
Bless them little hearts
You can never persuade me
You can never relate me to him, to her, or that to them
Or you, the truth you love to bend
In the back, in the bed, on the floor, that s your ho
On the couch, in the mouth, I ll be out, really though
See, loud, rich niggas got low money
And loud, broke niggas got no money
The irony behind it is so funny
And I seen it all this past year
Pass on some advice we feel:

[Chorus]
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta lie, you ain t gotta lie
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta try so hard
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta lie, you ain t gotta lie
You ain t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain t gotta try so hard

[Crowd noise]


i (Album Version)

[Produced by Rahki]
[Directed by Alexandre Moors and the Little Homies]

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Ronald Isley]
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

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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-

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
(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

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
(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)

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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...

[Spoken Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
(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:

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
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 alive


Mortal Man

[Intro: James Fauntleroy + Kendrick Lamar]
Ohhh, ohhhh, woahhh
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh

[Chorus 1]
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:

[Refrain 1]
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?

[Chorus 1]
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:

[Refrain 2]
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?

[Verse 1]
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:

[Refrain 2]
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?

[Chorus 2]
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—

[Verse 2]
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;

[Refrain 2]
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?

[Chorus 3]
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—

[Verse 3]
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 a bit—pause
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

[Refrain 3]
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?

[Chorus 4]
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

[Spoken Outro: Kendrick Lamar & 2Pac]
\"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?!

[Produced by Sounwave]

Теорията на Уесли
Всеки негър е звезда
Всеки негър е звезда
Кой може да отрече, че аз и ти и всеки друг негър сме звезди?

Давай!
Когато четирите края на този пашкул се сблъскат
Ти ще се изплъзнеш през пукнатините, надявайки се да оцелееш
Събери си ума и погледни навътре в себе си
Наистина ли си този, когото те идолизират?
Да пласираш пеперуда

В началото аз те обичах
Но сега просто искам секс
Късно вечер си мисля за теб
В леглото
Не спирам да се въртя, научих си урока
Ти беше моята първа любов
Но мостовете изгоряха навсякъде
Бяха разрушени… За какво?

Когато подпиша, ще се се развилнея
Ще изляза на дансинга, под прожекторите
Ще открадна твоята секретарка, за да я дам да приятелите си
Синеок дявол с дебела маймуна
Ще си купя чисто нов Кадилак
Всичко ще бъде платинено, платинена сватбена халка
Аз съм женен за играта, тя е една лоша кучка
Когато подпиша, ще си купя пищов
Направо от ЦРУ, и ще си го сложа в скута
Ще занеса няколко автомата в гетото
И ще ги раздам
Ще опъна комптънския битак пред Белия дом
Републиканците ще тичат и ще ги изхвърлим
Ще изляза пред журналистите с дебел ланец на врата
Необразован, но пък с чек за милиони долари

Не трябваше
Не трябваше да даваме на негрите пари
Върнете се у дома, пари, върнете се
Всички да се махате

Ей, какво става, ето ме, аз съм, Дре
Помниш ли първия път, когато дойде у нас
И искаше да си на моето място
Помни, всеки може да го получи
Трудното е да го задържиш, проклетнико

Какво искаш? Къща, кола?
Четиридесет акра земя, муле, пиано, китара?
Каквото си поискаш, имаш го, аз съм Чичо Сам и съм твой роб
Ако искаш, можеш да живееш в мола
Знам какъв си, затова съм добър с теб
Нямаш касова бележка, няма проблем
По-късно ще платиш, обуй тези обувки от алигатор
Клиширано? Злите езици да вървят по дяволите
Виждам играча в теб, виждам парата в теб
Малки бели лъжи, но не и бяла якичка
Но както и да е, аз пак ще те следвам
Защото ти ми помагаш да живея вечно, скъпи
Сега брой и върви на касата
Нека се почувствам по-добре
Зодията ти е близнаци, имаш две лица
Затова вземи от всичко по две
Две коли, два ланеца, две стотачки
Твърде много никога не е достатъчно, и двамата го знаем
Идва Коледа, кажи какво си пожелаваш
И си вземи всичко, заслужаваш го, Кендрик
И когато отидеш в белия дом, си спомни
Че имаше двойка по Икономика в училище
И всичко, което купиш, ще бъде отречено от данъците
И аз ще те опандизя като Уесли Снайпс , преди да станеш на 35

Като гледаш надолу, падането ще е дълго
Изглеждаш добре, когато си на върха
Имаш медал за нас
Оставяш метафизични метафори в състояние на еуфория
Погледни и на двете страни, преди да пресечеш през мислите ми

Не трябваше
Не трябваше да даваме на негрите пари
Върнете се у дома, пари, върнете се
Всички да се махате

Данъчният идва
Данъчният идва
Данъчният идва

Институционализиран
Какво общо имат парите
Когато аз не знам какво означава да имаш рап имидж?
Аз съм в капана на гетото и не се гордея с това
Аз съм институционализиран, все се връщам там
Казах, че съм в капана на гетото и не се гордея с това
И все още бих могъл да убия човек, и какво от това?

Ако бях президент
Щях да платя наема на майка си
Щях да освободя приятелите си от затвора
И щях да бронирам вратите на Шевролета си
Щях да си легна в Белия дом и да се надрусам
Кой би си помислил?
Господарю, свали моите вериги!

Животът за мен е като кутия с шоколадови бонбони
Равностойна размяна, око за око, това е ясно
Толкова съм добър, че не можеш да ме преглътнеш
Аз извисявам политиките на рап индустрията
Последният останал истински рапър, това е очевидно
Стипендия за колежа? Не, улицата ме изучи
Бъди всичко, което можеш да бъдеш, но проблемът е
Че мечтата си остава просто мечта, ако не работиш за нея
Спомням си за момчетата, които някога ме познаваха, сега следвай това
Ще ти кажа своята хипотеза – аз просто съм твърде лоялен
Моите момчета си мислят, че съм бог
В действителност всички са разглезени
Но нещо се промени в теб, когато те взех на наградите BET
Гледаш на артистите като на реколта за обиране
Има толкова много ролекси около теб и ти искаш абсолютно всичките
Чух, че мислиш да грабиш бижута
Трябваше да слушам, когато баба ми ми говореше

Нещата не се променят, докато не станеш и не се измиеш

Имало едно време, в един прекрасен град
Наречен Комптън
Живееше едно малко черно момченце
Високо около метър и шейсет, Бог да му е на помощ
То взе приятелите си на концерт и те казаха това

Какво да правя, когато гледам ходещи милиони?
Когато слушам разговори за имения и скъпи коли
Частни самолети, паспорти
Златни бутилки, златни манекенки, които дават всичко
За лайкове в Инстаграм
Още един смотаняк се размотава с блестяща китка
Инстинктът ми казва да нападам, защото той има кинти
Ако има криза, то защо той купува диаманти?
Не искам повече беден живот
Когато ги видя, искам да стрелям
Хайде, Кендрик, те са твои колеги
Но ще отнеме време, преди да отвикна на пищова
Мога да го гледам по телевизията и да съм окей
Но ще скоча в момента, в който той се приземи в Ел Ей
Помните ли – кради от богатите, давай на бедните
Е, това съм аз на тези награди
Е, явно баба ми ме е предупреждавала
Нещата не се променят, докато не станеш и не се измиеш

Имало едно време в един прекрасен град
Наречен Комптън, едно малко черно момченце
Метър и шейсет, объркан и омаян
Талантлив, но под влиянието на онова, което го заобикаля
Може да извадиш момчето от гетото
Но не и гетото от момчето
Взе си парите от концерта и ги скри
Холивуд е притеснен
Вървете по дяволите, лека нощ, благодаря ви

Тези стени
Помня, че ти беше объркан, и злоупотребяваше с влиянието си
Понякога аз правех същото

Ако тези стени можеха да говорят…
Секс.

Тя просто иска да затвори очи и да се полюшва
С теб, с теб, с теб
Да упражни правото си да го направи с теб
Вярно е, вярно е, вярно е
Поздрав за рожденичките
Кажете им здрасти
Всеки заслужава една нощ, в която да си поиграе
Тя го прави само, когато й кажеш не

Ако тези стени можеха да говорят
Усещам твоята власт, когато плачеш, златото живее вътре в теб
Ако тези стени можеха да говорят
Обичам да съм вътре

Ако тези стени можеха да говорят, щяха да ми кажат да плувам добре
Без лодка, аз плавам по-добре от него
Без спасителна жилетка, аз не съм Богът на Назарет
Но твоят потоп остава неразбран
Стените ми казват, че са пълни с болка и ненавист
Искат някой да живее в тях само, за да облекчи напрежението
Аз съм просто наемател
Хазяинът каза, че тези стени са пусти от доста време
Уязвими са
Розов интериор, грижливо подбран
Аз изучих всяко ъгълче
Все още е страхотно, преди не можеха да ме понасят
А сега те ронят сълзи
И са по-щастливи, когато аз съм тук
Те никога не можеха да издържат
Всеки път, когато съм си тук, рухват

Ако тези стени можеха да говорят
Усещам твоята власт, когато плачеш, златото живее вътре в теб
Ако тези стени можеха да говорят
Обичам да съм вътре

Ако тези стени можеха да говорят, щяха да ми кажат да вляза дълбоко
Продължаваш да ми крещиш, аз виждам
Че твоят защитен механизъм е моето решение
Ще разруша тези стени, това е моята религия
Те сякаш ще се затворят около мен
Аз се задушавам, после си поемам дълбоко дъх
Отеквам в тези стени
И не знам колко дълго мога да чакам
Твърде дълго съм бил на улицата
И съм те гледал отдалече
Те всички пеят старата песен
Как техните стени са най-чисти
Аз обаче не смятам така
Не ми се занимава
Предпочитам да ти се обадя, вдигни стената си
Защото когато дойда, ще я разруша

Ако тези стени можеха да говорят
Щяха да ти кажат, че е твърде късно
Съдбата ти вече е решена
Изгори всичко на двора
Не можеш да се обадиш на майка ти да те спаси
Приятелите ти казват, че си непоправим, непростим
Убиец, който се превърна в предател
Молиш се за помилване, надяваш се, че ще можеш да си го позволиш
Присъдата е толкова важна
Стените ти казват да слушаш „Пей за мен“
Отмъщението е мощно, ти дори ме сънуваш
Уби моя приятел и Бог пощади живота ти
Но тъпият престъпник бе хванат същата вечер
И когато слушаш тази песен, повтори първия куплет
За това как аз злоупотребявам със силата си, за да те боли
За мен и нея под душа, когато тя е възбудена
За мен и нея рано сутрин
За бащата на детето й, който е в затвора
И как тя си мисли за теб, докато ние не се срещнем нощем
За единственото момиче, на което му пукаше за теб
И как тя е с известен рапър
Стените могат да говорят


Всичко е наред
Цял живот се боря
Трудни времена
Лоши моменти
Назарет
Аз съм побъркан, и ти си побъркан
Но ако Бог е с нас, то ние ще сме наред

Ние ще сме наред, чуваш ли ме
Всичко ще бъде наред

Когато се събудя
Осъзнавам, че гледаш към мен, защото си чакаш парите
Но убийството те гледа от лицето надолу
Стига си правил схеми
Нека ти разкажа за живота си
Болкоуспокояващите ме вкарват в здрача
Където на почит са само парите и жените
Кажи на мама, че я обичам, но това е, което ми харесва, Господи
Ще пожъна всичко, което съм си посял
Не предавам никого на полицията
Аз съм шибан гангстер, който си мълчи, да си знаете
Кажи на света, че знам, че е твърде късно
Момчета и момичета, аз май полудях
Давя се в греховете си по цял ден
Моля ви, повярвайте ми, когато ви казвам

Бяхме наранени, гордостта ни беше срината
И гледахме към света, питайки се „А сега накъде?“
И мразим куките, които искат да ни застрелят
Аз съм на вратата на свещеника
И коленете ми треперят, пистолетът ми може и да гръмне
Но всичко ще бъде наред

Какво искаш? Къща, кола?
Четиридесет акра земя, муле, пиано, китара?
Каквото си поискаш, имаш го, аз съм Луси и съм твой роб
Ако искаш, можеш да живееш в мола
Виждам злото, знам, че е нелегално
Но не мисля за това, просто трупам кинти в банката
Няма печалба, която да е достатъчна, за да те нахрани
Всеки ден моята логика ти печели пари, само и само, за да те задържи тук
А аз продължавам да рапирам, правя пари за вас, бъдете спокойни
Ще пиша, докато не се разбера с Господа

Държа главата си високо вдигната
Прекръствам се и се надявам да умра
Да ме обичаш е сложно
Твърде много се боя от промените
Аз съм добре, а ти си фаворит
Тъмни нощи, молитви

Помня, че ти беше объркан
Злоупотребяваше с влияние, понякога аз правех същото
Пълен с ненавист
Която се превърна в дълбока депресия
Докато не се осъзнах как крещя в хотелската стая
Намирах доказателства за Луси навсякъде около мен
Затова побегнах в търсене на отговори

Продава се?
Какво има?
Мислех, че си гангстер, нали уж това искаше
Ако си уплашен, иди на църква, но помни, че и той познава библията

Скъпа, когато те взема, ще натисна предала с теб
Ще пушим трева, ще си мързелуваме
Защото аз искам теб
Нарушавам правилата, нямам регистрация на колата
Завивам рязко
Защото те искам, искам те повече, отколкото можеш да си представиш

Помня как ме заведе в мола миналата седмица, скъпи
Погледна ме в очите четири или пет пъти
И ме хипнотизира
Каза ми, че Шерейн не може да стъпи на малкия пръст на Луси
И аз те попитах „ти луд ли си?“
Розите са червени, теменужките са сини
Но и аз и ти сме мъртви, ако аз те желая

Каза ми, че името ти е Луси
И аз те попитах къде е Рикардо
Ти ми каза ‚не, не сериала‘
И ми изплю един кратичък рап
Когато станах на двайсет и шест, си казах ‚По дяволите“
И си спомням думите ти
„Името ми е Луси, Кендрик, ти ни запозна
И обикновено не правя така, но виждам бъдеще за теб и мен
Луси няма да те тревожи, тя има милион истории
Луси ще напълни джобовете ти
Тя ще премести майка ти от Комптън
В онова гигантско имение, нали ти обещах
Луси просто иска твоето доверие и лоялност
Луси работи много, не си почива дори и за минута
Тя ти се обажда дори когато знае, че ти обичаш Отца
Аз съм Луси, слушах някакви молитви в първия ти албум
Но не ми пречат, защото в края на краищата все пак ще преследваш мен
Цял живот те наблюдавам
Гледам те как порасна, вече си готов да подпишеш договора

Помня, че ти беше объркан
Злоупотребяваше с влияние, понякога аз правех същото
Пълен с ненавист
Която се превърна в дълбока депресия
Докато не се осъзнах как крещя в хотелската стая
Намирах доказателства за Луси навсякъде около мен
Затова побегнах в търсене на отговори
Докато не стигнах у дома

Мама
Това чувство няма равно
Това чувство, предоставено на вас от адреналина и добрия раш
Ние не споделяме един синоним, бягай оттука
Аз съм в играта отпреди интернетът да ни залее с нови лица
Да се правя на врага от радиото ме направи смотаняк
Моята невинност беше ограничена, нямах опит
Десет от нас с плаха стратегия, която се провали
Но умът ми беше на писател, и аз все пак се справих
Сега мога да живея на стадиона, да разпродавам всички места
Къпя се в пари, коли и жени
Благодаря на Господ за рапа
Бих казал, че ми донесе награда, но има нещо по-хубаво
Това, че той ме доведе обратно у дома

Чакахме те, чакахме те, чакахме те

Знам всичко
Знам всичко, познавам себе си
Познавам морала, духовността, здравето и болестта
Знам, че смъртността те плаши
Знам всичко
Познавам Комптън, познавам улиците
Познавам адвокати, реклами, спонсори
Познавам мъдростта, лошата религия, добрата карма
Знам всичко, знам историята
Знам, че вселената работи на ниво ум
Познавам кои тъпотии не са за мен
Познавам колите, курвите, дрехите, парите
Познавам лоялността, уважението, различавам преструвките
Познавам всичко, възходите, паденията, наркоманите
Знам, че ако съм със щедро сърце, не ми трябва да ме разпознават
Моята награда е решение на Господ
Знам, че знаеш, че тези пари са за училищата в Комптън
Дай ги на децата, недей да мрънкаш как са разпределени
Знам как работят хората
Знам цената на живота
Знам какво знам, и знам, че не бива да го забравям
Докато не разбрах, че не знам абсолютно нищо, когато се върнах обратно у дома

Видях едно момченце, което приличаше на мен
Рошаво афро, дупка между зъбите, втора ръка маратонки
Правеше номера на всички, които пресичаха пътя му
Изморено, а слънцето гореше над него
Докато той играеше футбол със сухите си, черни глезени
Нарушаваше закона, майка му бе пропуснала да го възпита
И то ме погледна и ми каза „Кендрик, ти знаеш моя език
Просто си го забравил, защото така ти каза училището
О, забравих, „Не ми убивай кефа“, да, ти си известен
Гледах те по телевизора, преди да ни го вземат
Но ти си тук сега, недей да бъркаш
Това е просто ново пътешествие, виж предците си
Направи си списък на всичко, което си мислеше, че е прогрес
И разбери, че това са глупости, знам, че животът ти е пълен с проблеми
Разглезен си от фантазии за това, което си, съжалявам те
Мога да се опитам да те просветя, без да те уплаша
Ако се откажеш, ще си тръгна, а ти можеш да си хващаш самолета
Но ако избереш съдбата пред покоя
Тогава трябва да станеш застъпник, и да кажеш на приятелите си
Да се завърнат у дома

Търсих те цял живот, един апетит
За онова чувство, което едвам описвам, къде си ти?
В жена, в пари или в човечеството?
Кажи ми, полудявам!

Колко струва един долар
Колко струва един долар?
Този въпрос е съсипващ, парализира мислите ми
Паразити в стомаха ми подбуждат инстинкти
Сега ще си паркирам луксозната кола и ще си почина
Излизам, чувствам се добре
Африканцът говореше само Зулу
И моят Американски език бе насмешлив
От бензиностанцията излезе
Един мургав бездомник
И ме попита за един долар, уплашен от сухата земя
От дълбоката вода, от синьото небе, което се разпуква и отваря
Той искаше дрога, виЖДАХ ГО
Молеше ми се отново и отново
Искаше да го нахраня, но аз му казах да си ходи
Не исках да му давам пари за наркотици
И той ми каза „синко, съблазънта е единственото нещо, което съм успял да надвия
Слушай ме, искам само една банкнота от теб
Нито повече, нито по-малко
Казах му, че нямам, и хлопнах вратата

Да нахраниш своя ум
Вода, слънце и любов, любимият ти човек
Всичко, от което се нуждаеш, въздухът, който дишаш

Той ме гледа невярващо
Гневът ми се трупа, той ме гледа, аз си грабвам ключа
Той ме гледа, аз паля колата и се опитвам да запаля
Но нещо ми каза да не тръгвам, докато не видя
Причината, поради която той се ядоса на непознат
Сякаш аз трябваше да го спася
Сякаш аз съм причината, поради която той е бездомен
Наблюдава ме, очите му ме следват без лазер
И е заразно, сега и аз го гледам с неуважение
Ако можех да метна нещо по него, щях да се целя във врата
Никога не съм разбирал хората, които просят
Но този ме гледаше дълго време, а после попита
„Чел ли си Изход 14?
Един смирен мъж е единственото, от което се нуждаем
Кажи ми, колко струва един долар?“

Чувствам вина и ненавист
Никога не бях виждал бездомник, който да иска внимание
Това ме изнерви, обърка, и се замаях от собствената си власт
Лошите емоции ме караха да гледам различно на вселената
Трябва да се отдръпна, да продължа да бъда неумолим
Себичността ми ме доведе дотук, кого лъжем
Затова ще ти кажа това, което казах на последния
Имам нужда от всяко свое пени
Имам опит, мога да усетя, когато ме мамят
А от теб вони на алкохол
Той ме погледна и каза „колко тъжно, имаше потенциал“
„Пред теб стои Месията, синът на Йехова, висшата сила
И аз ще ти кажа точно колко струва един долар
Цената на едно място в рая, приеми загубата си – Аз съм Господа“

Аз измих ръцете си, казах си молитвите
Какво повече искаш от мен?
Сълзите на един клоун, явно аз не съм това, което трябва
Сивото никога няма да се промени, ако аз продължа да позволявам това
Обърни страницата, нека поправя злините си

Цвета на кожата (Зулу любов)
Цветът
Цветът на кожата няма никакво значение
Чувствата са едни и същи

Дали ще съм черен като нощта или бял като утринното слънце
Кожата ти е кафява, но сините ти очи ми говорят, че майка ти не може да бяга
Промъкни ме през задния прозорец, аз съм един добър негър от полето
Направих ти цветенце от памук
Знаеш, че бих извървял целия път с теб, бих ти се посветил
Дори ако господарят слуша, аз имам вниманието на целия свят
И ще кажа нещо изключително важно за оцеляването
На човечеството
Цветът не трябва да те прави враг
Красотата е това, което ти я направиш
Бях заблуден от толкова много различни лица
И после жена ми ми каза „Жената си е жена, обичай съзиданието“
Всичко това идва от бог, това беше моето потвърждение

Кога спря да обичаш цвета на своята кожа? Цвета на очите си?
Истинският блус е в кафявите очи, а ти ме побъркваш, когато
Виждаш повече красота в сини, зелени или сиви
На дванайсет години си мислех, че кожата ми е твърде черна
Но вече се обичам толкова, че не ми трябва Купидон
Ако не виждаш красотата в цвета на кожата си
Не е сложно да го сложиш в контекст

Аз се осъзнах, но това не е състезание
Всички наши земни тонове са благословени
Кафяво, лешник, канела, черен чай
Всичко това е красиво за мен
Казвай на братята си, че са невероятни, казвай на сестрите, че са кралици
Ние всички сме на една страна, от каквато и банда да сме
Знай, че цветовете нямат значение

Боси деца без никакви грижи
Тийнейджъри с оръжия, които не играят честно
Да излизам ли от колата?
Не виждам Комптън, виждам нещо по-лошо
Земя, осеяна с мини, ад на земята

Колкото по-черен е плодът
Искам всичко да е черно
Шест сутринта
Огън на улицата
Гори, бейби, гори
Това искам да видя
И понякога ми става приятно да те гледам как умираш напразно
Казват, че имам шизофрения или нещо такова
Но ти ме направи такъв, ти, ти, ти

Аз съм най-големият лицемер на 2015 година
Когато приключа с това, ще разберете защо
Така се чувствам, откакто бях на 16 и се осъзнах
Вие никога не сте ни харесвали, по дяволите приятелството ви
Аз съм афроамериканец, черен като луната
Наследник на малко село, идвам от дъното на света
Косата ми е къдрава, голям ми е, носът ми е широк и кръгъл
Мразите ме, нали?
Мразите хората ми, искате да унищожите културата ми
Вие сте злото
Искам всички да разберете, че аз съм една горда маймуна
Това е повече от изповед
Саботирате моята общност и печелите от това
Направихте ме убиец, еманципацията на един истински негър

Колкото по-черен е плодът, толкова по-сладък е сокът

Те ме третират като роб, защото съм черен
Нас всички много ни боли, защото сме черни
Искат да ми сложат вериги, защото съм черен
А аз си слагам златни ланци, обсипани с диаманти
Не виждате ли, че камшикът остави белези по гърба ни
Но виждате яката кола, която съм паркирал отвън
И казват, че сме обречени от самото начало, защото сме черни
Но помнете, всяко състезание започва от дъното

Но аз съм най-големият лицемер на 2015 година
Когато приключа, ще разберете защо
Това е по-голямо от мен, това е омраза, продължаваща поколения
Геноцид без оправдание
Аз съм афроамаериканец, аз съм африканец
Аз съм черен като сърцето на един ариец
Мразите моите хора, заплашвате ни, като ни видите
Но аз знам, че вие сте измамни
Влюбени сте в пищова, и си мислите
Че щом човекът си е взел верига, ще го застреляте и ще му я вземете
Забавно е как Зулу и Ксоса може да започнат война
Две племенни армии, които искат да строят и рушат
Напомнят ми на Крипс в Комптън
Които воюват с Пайрус, и само смъртта ще определи резултата

Но знаете ли, колкото и да повтарям, как обичам да съм черен
Как подкрепям своите хора, как ценя своята култура
Защо плаках, когато убиха Трейвън Мартин насред улицата
Когато да съм в банда ме накара да убия един негър, по-черен и от мен?
Лицемер!
Няма нужда да лъжеш (Мама каза)
Няма нужда да лъжеш, за да си готин
Няма нужда да се стараеш толкова много

Виждам те отдалече
Виждам твоята несигурност, изписана на лицето ти
Толкова си предсказуем, винаги знам точно какво ще кажеш
Кого заблуждаваш?
О, мислиш си, че можеш да дойдеш и да седиш с нас
Но ти не си на нашето ниво
Циркът привлича само онези, които забавляват
Ние се смеем всеки път, когато се спомене името ти

Питаш „Къде са курвите?“ за да ме впечатлиш
Питаш „Къде са парите?“ за да ме впечатлиш
Казваш, че имаш скрит пистолет, за да ме впечатлиш
Всичко е само в главата ти
Питаш „Къде е дилърът?“ за да ме впечатлиш
Питаш „Къде са схемите?“ за да ме впечатлиш
Това само ме разстройва
Звучиш като ченгетата

Няма нужда да лъжеш, за да си готин
Няма нужда да се стараеш толкова много

Светът не те уважава
И културата не те приема
Но ти си мислиш, че всичко е любов
Репутацията не може да те защити, ако никога не си я имал
Ревност, комплекси, емоционалност
Самосъжаление, клетви
Да си най-шумният в стаята е комплекс
Нека ти го сложа в правилния контекст

Какво имаш да предложиш
Кажи ми, преди да те сложим в ковчега
Беше алергичен към празните приказки, беше девствен за всички онези глупости
Продаде мечтата си на аукциона, кажи ми, кой ти е шеф сега
Приятелите ти са фалшиви, жените ти са фалшиви
Това е за фалшивите хора, които лъжат децата
Но мен никога не можеш да ме убедиш
Никога не можеш да ме свържеш с тях
Истината, която толкова обичаш да огъваш
И да я правиш твоя кучка
Знай, шумните богати хора имат малко пари
А шумните бедни хора нямат никакви пари
Иронията е толкова забавна
Моля те, предай нататък този съвет:


Няма нужда да лъжеш, за да си готин
Няма нужда да се стараеш толкова много

Аз
Минах през много
Трудности и изпитания, но познавам Бог
Дяволът иска да ми сложи папийонка
Дано светената вода не пресъхне
Оглеждам се
Толкова много негодници искат да ме убият
Но врагът никога няма да ме удави
Намериха ме пред мръсното двойно огледало

Аз се обичам
Когато ме погледнеш, какво виждаш?
Аз се обичам
Изстрелях куршум в тила на полицая
Аз се обичам
Просветен от божията ръка
Аз се обичам
Ден подир ден

Казват, че навън има война, бомби по улиците
Пистолети в гетото, полицейски отряди
В ъгъла теглят линии, пият кодеин
Тези дни на напрежение ви карат постоянно да друсате
Аз избягвам тези студени лица
И мечтая за мир
Издухвам пара в лицето на миналото
Небето може да падне, а вятърът – да проплаче
Но аз пак ще се усмихвам

Какво ще направиш сега?
Вдигни глава и продължи напред
Мир за модната полиция, аз нося сърцето си
На ръкава си
Нещастниците обичат компания
Какво искате от мен и моите белези?
Никой няма самочувствие
Колко пъти потенциалът ми беше анонимен?
Колко пъти градът ми правеше празни обещания?
Обещавам ти това


Аз се обичам
Когато ме погледнеш, какво виждаш?
Аз се обичам
Изстрелях куршум в тила на полицая
Аз се обичам
Просветен от божията ръка
Аз се обичам
Ден подир ден

Снощи отидох на война
С автомат, никой да не вика лекар
Ще го правя, докато не се получи
Снощи отидох на война
Страдам от депресия, откакто бях юноша
Отбягвах благословиите, и не можех да видя посланията
Не можех да бъда лидер
Не можех да спра да ги оставям да ме унищожат
Ясно е, че се движа със скоростта на метеор
И ще се сблъскам с някоя сграда, ще оставя там тялото си…

Този куплет ще го посветя на Опра
И това как всеизвестната думичка с „н“ ни контролира
Толкова много артисти я обясняваха
Но ето и моята дефиниция, право от Етиопия
НЕГУС -кралска особа
Черен император, цар, владетел
Историята се опита да го скрие
Америка се опита да ни раздели и владее
Нашите хора не осъзнават, че използват думата грешно
Затова аз ще я обясня и ще я сложа в песен
Кендрик Ламар, най-истинският Негус на света

Смъртен мъж
Духът на Мандела, дано текстовете ми продължават да летят високо
Нека тези думи да са твоята земя и луна, попий всяко послание
Докато повеждам тази армия, оставям място за грешки и депресия
И сега, след като казах това, нека ти задам този въпрос:

Когато всичко отиде по дяволите, все още ли ще бъдеш фен?
Когато всичко отиде по дяволите, все още ли ще бъдеш фен?
Когато всичко отиде по дяволите, все още ли ще бъдеш фен?

Вярваш ли в мен? Лъжеш ли ме?
Сърцето ти на правилното място ли е?
Усмивката ти перманентна ли е? Клетвата ти доживотна ли е?
Ще знаеш ли докъде е проповедта, ако умра на следващия ред
Ако ме осъдят, ако индустрията ме отреже?
Ако правителството ме иска мъртъв и ми сложат кокаин в колата
Ще гледаш ли на мен като на наркоман или като на К.Ламар?
Или ще злословиш по мой адрес във всеки блог
Искам да ме обичаш като Нелсън, да ме прегърнеш като Нелсън
Освободих те от робството в ума ти, добре си дошъл
Казваш ми, че песента ми е повече от благословия
Но един пророк не е пророк, докато не ти зададе този въпрос:

Когато всичко отиде по дяволите, все още ли ще бъдеш фен?
Когато всичко отиде по дяволите, все още ли ще бъдеш фен?
Когато всичко отиде по дяволите, все още ли ще бъдеш фен?

Вярваш ли в мен? Колко вярваш в нея?
Мислиш ли, че тя ще остане до теб, ако те опандизят за 25 години?
Мислиш ли, че той ще ти помогне, когато си ранен зад решетките?
Мислиш ли, че ще имате общи допирни точки, ако обещаеш да си първи? Можеш ли да бъдеш обезсмъртен, без преди това да умреш?
Дори, когато сте една кръв, дали си заслужава?
Кой около теб е истински приятел, кой се преструва?
Колко ще е дебела кожата ти, когато те предадат?
Ще простиш ли?
В каква бърлога ще те сложат, когато лъвовете започнат да ръмжат?
Какви мостове изгориха?
Искаш да обичаш като Нелсън, да бъдеш като Нелсън
Искаш да вървиш в неговите обувки, но рядко създаваш мир
Искаш да бъдеш запомнен като този, който донесе благословиите

Отказвали са се от мен, имам страх от изоставяне
Злопаметен съм като лош съдия, не ме карай да те мразя
Това не е достойно за Нелсън
Затова отидох там, където беше неговата килия
За да намеря истината – колко ме цениш?
Трябва да поставям всичко под въпрос - семейство, приятели, котки, кучета, фенове
Дърветата, тревата, как духа вятърът, закона на Мърфи
Сега ме уважаваш, но утре гърбът ми ще опре стената
На колко лидера каза, че се нуждаеш от тях и после ги изостави?
Мойсей? Хюи Нютън или Детройт Ред? Мартин Лутър
Или Кенеди
Стрелецо, ти го уби
Джаки ли е? Джеси ли е? О, знам – Майкъл Джексън

Искам да ти прочета едно последно нещо
Което един добър приятел написа
„Гъсеницата е затворник на света, в който е създадена
И единствената й задача е да консумира света, който я заобикаля
За да се защити от този луд град
Докато изяжда околната си среда
Гъсеницата започва да открива начини за оцеляване
И как светът я отхвърля
Но въздига пеперудата
Пеперудата представлява таланта, мисълта
И красотата вътре в гъсеницата
Но понеже гъсеницата гледа сурово на живота
Тя смята пеперудата за слаба
И намира начин да пласира пеперудата за своя собствена изгода
Заобиколена от лудия град
Гъсеницата започва да работи върху своя пашкул
Който я институционализира
Тя не вижда отвъд собствените си мисли
Намира се в капан
И докато е вътре, нови концепции се раждат
Като например да се завърне у дома и да донесе нови идеи в лудия град
Резултатът какъв е?
Започват да се появяват крила, и порочният кръг бива пречупен
Най-сетне освободена, пеперудата осмисля различни ситуации
За които гъсеницата никога дори не си е помисляла, слагайки край на вътрешната борба
И макар, че пеперудата и гъсеницата са напълно различни
Те са едно

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