Kendrick Lamar, U2 - XXX. lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
U2 [Bono, The Edge, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen Jr.] Dublin, Ireland 🇮🇪
[Kendrick Lamar, U2 - XXX. lyrics]
America god bless you if it's good to ya
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst new Kung Fu Kenny!
Throw a steak off the ark to
A pool full of sharks he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis
He'll make it (He'll make it)
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin' woah (Woah)
I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'
I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'
I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'
I chip a nigga
Then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like
"Bitch, I did that!, " X rated
Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo'
No mo'
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (No mo')
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all love him
Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dawg
Like 101 said they killed his only son
Because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin', he was mobbin'
Way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' out his head
Philosophin' on what the Lord had done
He said: "K-Dot
Can you pray for me? It been
A fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed
Show me how to overcome"
He was lookin' for some closure
Hopin' I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do know better
But I told him
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you
This is how I feel: If somebody kill my son
That mean somebody gettin' killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty
And passion of all the memories collected
Moments you could never touch
I wait in front a nigga's spot
And watch him hit his block
I catch a nigga leavin' service
If that's all I got i chip a nigga
Then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace
Don't you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street
It be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street
Paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister
Touch my woman touch my daddy, touch my
Niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga
Then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to
Speak at this convention, call you back
Alright, kids
We're gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!
It's not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped
In drag with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders look
What you taught us it's murder on my street
Your street, back streets, wall Street
Corporate offices, banks, employees
And bosses with
Homicidal thoughts Donald Trump's in office
We lost Barack and promised to
Never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in
You Crippin' or you married to Blood?
I'll aks again oops, accident
It's nasty when you set us
Up then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles
Then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera
Et cetera america's reflections of me
That's what a mirror does
It's not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst new Kung Fu Kenny!
Throw a steak off the ark to
A pool full of sharks he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis
He'll make it (He'll make it)
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin' woah (Woah)
I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'
I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'
I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'
I chip a nigga
Then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like
"Bitch, I did that!, " X rated
Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo'
No mo'
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (No mo')
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all love him
Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dawg
Like 101 said they killed his only son
Because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin', he was mobbin'
Way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' out his head
Philosophin' on what the Lord had done
He said: "K-Dot
Can you pray for me? It been
A fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed
Show me how to overcome"
He was lookin' for some closure
Hopin' I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do know better
But I told him
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you
This is how I feel: If somebody kill my son
That mean somebody gettin' killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty
And passion of all the memories collected
Moments you could never touch
I wait in front a nigga's spot
And watch him hit his block
I catch a nigga leavin' service
If that's all I got i chip a nigga
Then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace
Don't you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street
It be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street
Paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister
Touch my woman touch my daddy, touch my
Niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga
Then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to
Speak at this convention, call you back
Alright, kids
We're gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!
It's not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped
In drag with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders look
What you taught us it's murder on my street
Your street, back streets, wall Street
Corporate offices, banks, employees
And bosses with
Homicidal thoughts Donald Trump's in office
We lost Barack and promised to
Never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in
You Crippin' or you married to Blood?
I'll aks again oops, accident
It's nasty when you set us
Up then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles
Then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera
Et cetera america's reflections of me
That's what a mirror does
It's not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar