Kendrick Lamar

American rapper and songwriter (born 1987)

Kendrick Lamar Duckworth (b. 17 June 1987) is an American rapper, songwriter, and record producer. In 2018, he became the first non-classical and non-jazz artist to be awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Music.

Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
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Biography at Wikipedia

Media at Wikicommons



In print

  • [Africa] just felt like a place where I belonged. It was as simple as that. You hear about the land and you hear untold truths about it, and now you’re old enough to witness it yourself. It just gave me a whole other perspective on where I’m from. What we’re doing in the city of Compton and how the world is just so much bigger than the city of Compton.
  • What gives me an advantage in my upbringing is the duality of seeing one of the most beautiful moments of me being 6 years old, to the most tragic moment of being 13 or 14, and make that connection so the person [listening] can really see the conflict. It was a mindfuck, for sure. I would wake up one morning, and it would be cartoons and cereal and walking back from school. And at 4 P.M., we’d be having a house party ‘til 11 P.M. . .. and people [were] shooting each other outside the door. That was my lifestyle. And it’s not only mine; it’s so many other individuals.’ And I wanted to tell that story.

Song lyrics


All lyrics written by Kendrick Lamar.

Guest verses

  • So today I laid in my bed, stared at the ceilin'
    Closed my eyes, then asked myself how I was feelin'
    I analyzed on how a saint can play the villain
    Is my life coincidental or just God willin'?
  • My focus hold these thoughts and dreams
    Control this pen (look over your shoulder)
    Boldest lines in rhymes and things
    Devote my time and mind it seems
    Supposed to shine, remind I'm king
    Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends
    The pro's the con's, the diamond rings
    The forward time, but I'ma bring
    The soul divine and cross between
    What's your's and mine's, the gold, the green
    The roads that show just what it mean
    That grabbed Shakur and by the wing
    And fly before my vocal scream
  • This song's 'bout a young boy that's gone wild inside
    When my world collide
    With your world where your girl and your kids reside
    We killed the facades, we feel free to fly
    We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
    I care about my pride too much
    If my clothes is new, if my ride is plush
    If my hair is cut, if my diamonds is crushed
    I look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? Wrong
  • Lord forgive me
    Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
    Then jump back in that mini van, 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 sayin' that a 187 land on your corner
    Coroners comfort your mama
    "Mama 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 dumpin' on enemies; I'm head hunting
    No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something
    Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion
    Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics
    Cause ignorance is bliss
  • I'm not on the outside looking in, I'm not on the inside looking out
    I'm in the dead fucking centre looking around
    You ever seen a newborn baby kill a grown man?
    That's an analogy for the way the world make me react
    My innocence been dead
    So the next time I talk about money, hoes, clothes, God and history
    All in the same sentence
    Just know I meant it, and you felt it
    Cause you too are searching for answers
    I'm not the next pop star, I'm not the next socially aware rapper
    I am a human motherfucking being
  • 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 them?
  • I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
    In case I'm not here tomorrow, I'm hoping that I can borrow
    A peace of mind, I'm behind on what's really important
    My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life
    I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
    This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine
    And last night was just another distraction or a reaction
    Of what we consider madness, I know exactly what happened
    You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help
    Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
    Like everything was alright and a fight he tried to put up
    But the type of bullet that stuck had went against his will
    As blood spilled on your hands, my plans rather vindictive
    Everybody's a victim in my eyes
    When I ride, it's a murderous rhythm and outside became pitch black
    A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
    I got 'em, and I ain't give a fuck
    That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
    In actuality, it's a trip how we trip off of colors
    I wonder if I'll ever discover a passion like you and recover
    The life that I knew as a young'n in pajamas and dun-ta-duns
    When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
  • The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it
    Its only job is to eat or consume everything
    Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
    While consuming its environment the
    Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
    One thing it noticed is how much the
    World shuns him, but praises the butterfly
    The butterfly represents the talent,
    The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar
    But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the
    Butterfly as weak and figures out
    A way to pimp it to his own benefits
    Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar
    Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
    He can no longer see past his own thoughts
    He's trapped
    When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,
    Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
    The result?
    Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
    Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that
    The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle
    Although the butterfly and caterpillar are
    Completely different, they are one and the same.
  • Where was your presence, where was your support that you pretend?
    You ain't no brother, you ain't no disciple, you ain't no friend
    A friend never leave Compton for profit or leave his best friend
    Little brother, you promised you'd watch him before they shot him
    Where was your antennas, on the road, bottles and bitches
    You faced time the one time, that's unforgiven
    You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit
    You thought he would recover, well
    The surgery couldn't stop the bleeding for real
    Then he died, God himself will say "you fuckin' failed"
    You ain't try
  • I remembered you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screamin' in the hotel room
    I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went runnin' for answers
  • I'm sick and tired of being tired
    I can't pick a side, the Gemini
    Prophesize if we living, I
    Promise momma not to feel no lie
    Seen black turn 'em Burgundy
    Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy
    Stuck inside the belly of the beast
    Can you please pray for me?
    Get God on the phone
    Said it won't be long
  • A piece of mine's
    That's what the white man wanted when I rhyme
    Telling me that he selling me just for $10.99
    If I go platinum from rapping, I do the company fine
    What if I compromise? He said, it don't even matter
    You make a million or more, you living better than average
    You losing your core following, gaining it all
    He put a price on my talent, I hit the bank and withdraw
    Hit the bank and withdraw, hit the bank and withdraw
    Put myself in the rocket ship and I shot for the stars
    Look at what you accomplishing, what he said to the boy
    I'ma make you some promises that you just can't ignore
    Your profession anonymous as an artist if I don't target your market
    If you ain't signing your signature when I throw you my wallet
    A lot of rappers are giving their demo all in the toilet
    Your world tour, your master's, mortgage, I need a piece
  • Now, in a perfect world, I probably won't be insensitive
    Cold as December, but never remember what winter did
    I wouldn't blame you for mistakes I made or the bed I laid
    Seems like I point the finger just to make a point, nowadays
    Smiles and cold stares, the temperature goes there
    Indigenous dispossession, feel like we belong here
    I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back
    The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that
    Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride
    A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies
    Promises are broken and more resentment come alive
    Race barriers make inferior of you and I
    See, in a perfect world, I'll choose faith over riches
    I'll choose work over bitches, I'll make schools out of prison
    I'll take all the religions and put 'em all in one service
    Just to tell 'em we ain't shit, but He's been perfect, world
  • 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, 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 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
    America’s a reflection of me
    That's what a mirror does
  • I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself
    I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left
    I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept
    I'm tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps
    Life a livin' hell, puddles of blood in the streets
    Shooters on top of the building, government aid ain't relief
    Earthquake, the body dropped, the ground breaks
    The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface
  • Sorry I didn't save the world, my friend
    I was too busy buildin' mine again
    I choose me, I'm sorry
    • Mirror
  • What's fair when the hearts and the words don't reach?
    What's fair when the money don't take things back?
    It's rare when somebody take your dreams back? (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
    I care too much, wanna share too much
    In my head too much, I shut down too
    I ain't there too much, I'm a complex soul
    They layered me up, then broke me down
    And moralities dust, I lack in trust (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
    • Count Me Out
  • Beat your ass and hide the bible if God watching

Quotes about Kendrick Lamar


See also


Hip hop


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