Kendrick Lamar - Ignorance is Bliss lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kendrick Lamar - Ignorance is Bliss lyrics]
Lord forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him
Shake his hand
Then jump back in that minivan
Double back to his block and blam
I ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back 'em down like Shaq
With this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam
Like a radio single, man
Police radio signals saying that a
187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your momma
"Momma, he's dead, " the next morning
I toasted up with my homies
We drink and smoke marijuana
Want us to change our ways? Uh huh
You see this game we play come from
Uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have accomplished
I don't know, I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumping on enemies
I'm headhuntin', no sympathy
Ain't no love when you in these streets
Just get something, protect your neck
'Cause they coming for sets, respect
Split your onion, then chop your deck
Your head tumbling like gymnastics (Ooh)
'Cause ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up high
This the hardest shit you've heard
From LA this far
And I'm this far from a discharge
But never will I diss y'all
We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock
I'll dish off
Until the day I pistol-whip you
Posers 'til y'all pissed off
Then peel off in a hoopty
Come back and make these
Niggas wanna shoot me
And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me
Indubitably, I'm too street indubitably
I'ma do me better than your bitch would
'cause you niggas too weak
But just give me two weeks and I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put
A smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm
The future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading I'm
Foreseeing you niggas vanish
Not only from the rap game
I'm including the planet
Cats so watered down, clowns can sink Titanic
Tie titanium around their neck
And watch 'em panic
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently, you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't share it, just make you cop it
Then call you a sheriff
Stop it, I'm hearin' the comments
The critics are calling me conscious
But truthfully
Every shooter be callin' me Compton
So truthfully
Only calling me Kweli and Common?
Proves that ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up high
And this still the hardest shit you've
Heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, from a discharge
But never will I diss y'all this my world
I grab the universe then play kickball
And they wonder why these California
Earthquakes hittin' so hard
I'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to
Go call Ghostbusters
'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off
I show up to show out and show off
You a hundred percent behind me
And if you are, then wreck your car
And walk up to my crime scene
I remember bein' seventeen
Wishin' someone would sign me
Now the only way these labels get me
Back is when they rewind me
Backin' down bargains, backin' down bitches
We gon' flip her
Once she off that blue dolphin
You gon' tip her 'Cause ignorance is bliss
And Willie B, I'm a fool on your beats
I bleed out the speaker as the speaker
That spoke when they didn't speak
Kill him where he stand and stand over him
Shake his hand
Then jump back in that minivan
Double back to his block and blam
I ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back 'em down like Shaq
With this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam
Like a radio single, man
Police radio signals saying that a
187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your momma
"Momma, he's dead, " the next morning
I toasted up with my homies
We drink and smoke marijuana
Want us to change our ways? Uh huh
You see this game we play come from
Uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have accomplished
I don't know, I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumping on enemies
I'm headhuntin', no sympathy
Ain't no love when you in these streets
Just get something, protect your neck
'Cause they coming for sets, respect
Split your onion, then chop your deck
Your head tumbling like gymnastics (Ooh)
'Cause ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up high
This the hardest shit you've heard
From LA this far
And I'm this far from a discharge
But never will I diss y'all
We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock
I'll dish off
Until the day I pistol-whip you
Posers 'til y'all pissed off
Then peel off in a hoopty
Come back and make these
Niggas wanna shoot me
And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me
Indubitably, I'm too street indubitably
I'ma do me better than your bitch would
'cause you niggas too weak
But just give me two weeks and I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put
A smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm
The future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading I'm
Foreseeing you niggas vanish
Not only from the rap game
I'm including the planet
Cats so watered down, clowns can sink Titanic
Tie titanium around their neck
And watch 'em panic
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently, you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't share it, just make you cop it
Then call you a sheriff
Stop it, I'm hearin' the comments
The critics are calling me conscious
But truthfully
Every shooter be callin' me Compton
So truthfully
Only calling me Kweli and Common?
Proves that ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up high
And this still the hardest shit you've
Heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, from a discharge
But never will I diss y'all this my world
I grab the universe then play kickball
And they wonder why these California
Earthquakes hittin' so hard
I'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to
Go call Ghostbusters
'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off
I show up to show out and show off
You a hundred percent behind me
And if you are, then wreck your car
And walk up to my crime scene
I remember bein' seventeen
Wishin' someone would sign me
Now the only way these labels get me
Back is when they rewind me
Backin' down bargains, backin' down bitches
We gon' flip her
Once she off that blue dolphin
You gon' tip her 'Cause ignorance is bliss
And Willie B, I'm a fool on your beats
I bleed out the speaker as the speaker
That spoke when they didn't speak