Album: To Pimp A Butterfly (2014)
Charted: 20 39
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  • Is this mic on?
    Hey, Hey! 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 (uh)
    (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 (make some noise, brother)
    The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie
    Pray that the holy water don't go dry-yay
    As I look around me
    So many motherfuckers wanna down me
    But an enemigo never drown me
    In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me

    And (I love myself)
    Huh, and when you lookin' at me (ooh)
    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

    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 (ah yeah)
    Blow steam in the face of the beast
    Sky could fall down, wind could cry now
    Look at me motherfucker I smile-

    And (I love myself)
    Uh, and when you lookin' at me (ooh)
    Tell me what do you see? (Ooh) (I love myself)
    Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police (ooh) (I love myself)
    Uh, illuminated
    All ya'll come to the front, ya'll come up to the front (I love myself)
    Baby what about you, come on

    (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

    (I love myself)
    Uh, and when you lookin' at me (ooh)
    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)

    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

    I went to war last night
    With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
    I'ma do it till I get it right
    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

    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 yea, yea, how many we lost? No for real, answer the que—
    How many niggas we done lost bro?
    This—, this year alone
    Exactly, so 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
    Right it’s mando, it's mando
    Right it’s mando
    Listen 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:

    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 Writer/s: Christopher Howard Jasper, Columbus Tower Smith, Ernest Isley, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Jr. Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley
    Publisher: DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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