XXX. By Kendrick Lamar
Feat. U2
Album : DAMN
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip-Hop/Rap

[Bono:]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst..

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him, I bet he’ll show you something woah
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll 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 more, no more
Johnny said books ain’t cool no more (no more)
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 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 philosphin’ on what the lord had done
He said, “K-Dot can you pray for me? It’s 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 no better but I told him
“I can’t sugar coat the answer for you, this is how I feel
If somebody kill my son, that mean that somebody’s 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 niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll 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 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

[Bono:]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us
It’s murder on my street
Y’all 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 ask 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
Americas reflections of me
That’s what a mirror does

[Bono:]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

● Kendrick Lamar – DAMN. ( Album 2017 )
1. BLOOD.
2. DNA.
3. YAH.
4. ELEMENT.
5. FEEL.
6. LOYALTY. ft. Rihanna
7. PRIDE.
8. HUMBLE.
9. LUST.
10. LOVE. ft. Zacari
11. XXX. ft. U2
12. FEAR.
13. GOD.
14. DUCKWORTH.

Damn ( Official Artwork ) by Kendrick Lamar
Damn ( Official Artwork ) by Kendrick Lamar

○ Listen to ” Kendrick Lamar ” Music

● ” M.A.A.D. City ”

From Album ” Good Kid, M.A.A.D City ” Featuring (MC eiht)
[ Quotable ]
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain’t no peace treaty
Just pieces BG’s up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies
IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner
Between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you’re corporate
Or they’ll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect
All of our taxes, except

● ” Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe  ”

☆ World Music Award for World’s Best Video
[ Quotable ]
I’m tryin’ to keep it alive
And not compromise the feeling we love
You’re tryin’ to keep it deprived
And only co-sign what radio does
And I’m lookin’ right past you
We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles
You live in a world, you livin’ behind the mirror
I know what you scared of
The feeling of feeling emotions inferior
This shit is vital, I know you had to
This shit is vital, I know you had to
To die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain
Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain
Rather a seasonal name
I’ll let the people know this is somethin’ you can blame
On yourselves, you can remain stuck in a box
I’ma break out and then hide every lock
I’ma break out and then hide every lock

● ” Poetic Justice ”

From Album “Good Kid, M.A.A.D City” Featuring ” Drake ”
Written By Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson, Drake, Kendrick Lamar & Scoop DeVille
[ Quotable ]
I recognize your fragrance, hold up, you ain’t never gotta say shit, uh
And I know your taste is, a little bit hmm, high maintenance, uh
Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen
Better yet, where your friends and ’em? I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off, fuck that
Pour up plenty of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and y’all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don’t approach her with that Atari, nigga, that ain’t good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs ‘less I write it down for real, P.S

● ” Backseat Freestyle ”

Goddamn I feel amazing, damn I’m in the matrix
My mind is living on cloud nine and this 9 is never on vacation
Start up that Maserati and vroom-vroom, I’m racing
Popping pills in the lobby and I pray they don’t find her naked
And I pray you niggas is hating, shooters go after Judas
Jesus Christ if I live life on my knees, ain’t no need to do this
Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Church’s Chicken
All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screaming

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