Kendrick Lamar, U2, Dave Chappelle - 2018 Grammys Performance lyrics

America, God bless you if it's good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst

Yesterday I got a call like
From my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son
Because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin', he was mobbin'
Way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' out his head
Philosophin' on what the Lord had done
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
Been a messed up day for me
Know that you anointed
Show me how to overcome"
He was lookin' for some closure
I can bring him closer
Spiritual, my spirit do no better
But I told him
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you
This is how I feel:
If somebody killed my son
That mean somebody gettin' killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty
And passion of all the memories collected
Moments you could never touch
I'll wait in front a homie's spot
And watch him hit his block
I'll catch the homie leavin' service
If that's all I got i'll chip a homie
Then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace
Don't you play with one of ours
It be murder in the street
It be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street
Paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, man, I promise
You chip the homie
Then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back gunshot

The screen reads: "This is a
Satire by Kendrick Lamar"

It's not a place (Uh, huh)
This country is to me a
Sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
It's not a place (Uh, huh)
This country is to me a
Thought that offers grace
For every welcome that is sought

Run your life, I live a better life
I'm rollin' several dice
Run your life, I live a better life
I'm rollin' several dice
Run your life, I live a -
Run your life (ahh)
This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'
Money and power, the mecca of marriages

Tell me somethin'
Uh, you can't tell me nothin'
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation
Your DNA an abomination
This how it is when you in the Matrix
Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go
And sleepin' in a villa
Sippin' from a Grammy
Walkin' in the buildin'
Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floor
Beach inside the window
Peekin' out the window
Baby in the pool, godfather goals
Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer
Dodgin' paparazzi
Freakin' through the camera
Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
Watchin' all the snakes
Curvin' all the fakes
Phone never on, I don't conversate
I don't compromise, I just penetrate
Sex, money, murder these are the breaks
These are the times, level number 9
Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way
Sentence on the way, killings on the way
Won't you tell 'em I got millions on the way
Gunshot

Hi, I'm Dave Chappelle and I
Just wanted to remind the
Audience that the only thing
More frightening than watching
A black man be honest in America is being an
Honest black man in America
Sorry for the interruption, please continue

Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny?
Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty
Him, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah
Top off, gettin' topped off in the city
Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy
Pop off and I pop back like Fifty, yeah

I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M's?
Talkin' to Top about business again
He want some lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah

Red light, green light, red light
Green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria
But I don't see it
I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in
Comp Town with the MAC 10s and
The pumps in the background
Absent, never OG, standout
Lackin' everything else but doubt
Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Homie, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends
Never had hope they was like, "Nope, " I
Was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
Gunshot

Is this on cable? CBS? It
Looks like it's singing and
Dancing, but this brother's taking enormous
Chances rumble, young man, rumble!

Never had friends, never had ends
Never had hope, they was like "nope"
I was like "boo yaow" gunshot
(yeah, God) we off the day
Know we off the, be off the
Eat off your plate
Me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
Burn integrity, burn your pedigree
Burn your feelings
Burn your culture, burn your moral
Burn your family burn your job, burn your
Land, burn your children, burn your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence
Not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel
Not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger