Here's a rush transcript of Lamar's lyrics:
FIRST SONG:
♪ I got a call like, from my dog, like 1-0-1
♪ said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
♪ he was sobbin’ he was mobbin’
♪ way belligerent and drunk talking’ out his head
♪ philosphin’ on what the lord had done
♪ he said, “K-dot can you pray for me?
♪ It’s been a messed 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 sugarcoat the answer for you
♪ this is how I feel if somebody kill my son
♪ that mean somebody getting’ killed”
♪ tell me what you do for love loyalty, and passion of
♪ all the memories collected moments you could never touch
♪ I’ll wait in front a spot and watch him hit his block
♪ I catch a homie leavin’ service, if that’s all I got
♪ I chip a homie then throw the blower in his lap
♪ walk myself to the court like “( bleep), 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 play 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 mama touch my sister, touch my woman
♪ touch my daddy, touch my niece touch my nephew, touch my brother
♪ you should chip a homie then throw the blower in his lap
♪ matter fact I’m ‘bout to speak at this convention
♪ call you back
( gun shot)
( Cheers and applause)
♪ ♪ ♪
♪ it’s not a place this country is to me a sound
♪ of drum and bass you close your eyes to look around
♪ it’s not a place this country is to me a thought
♪ that offers grace for every welcome that is sought
♪ I live a better life I’m rolling several dice
♪ tell your life I live a better life
♪ I’m rolling several dice
♪ tell your life I live a
♪ tell your life I live with
♪ this is my heritage all I’m inheritin’
♪ money and power the Mecca of marriages
♪ tell me something’ you ( bleep)
♪ Can’t tell me nothing’ I’d rather die
♪ than to listen to you my D.N.A. Not for imitation
♪ your D.N.A. An abomination
♪ this how it is when you’re in the matrix
♪ dodgin’ bullets reapin’ what you sow
♪ and stackin’ up the footage livin’ on the go
♪ and sleepin’ in a villa sippin’ from a grammy
♪ walkin’ in the building’ diamond in the ceilin’
♪ marble on the floors beach inside the window
♪ peekin’ out the window baby in the pool
♪ godfather goals only lord knows
♪ I’ve been Goin’ hammer dodgin’ Paparazzi
♪ freakin’ through the cameras eat at four daughters
♪ Brock wearin’ sandals yoga on a Monday
♪ stretchin’ to nirvana watchin’ all the snakes
♪ Curvin’ all the fakes phone never on
♪ I don’t conversate I don’t compromise
♪ I just penetrate sex, money, murder
♪ these are the breaks these are the times
♪ level number nine look up in the sky
♪ ten is on the way sentence on the way
♪ killings on the way motherlover
♪ I got winners on the way
( gun shot)
SECOND SONG:
Yeah! Served up work for Kung Fu Kenny
♪ got juice, got work got weight, got penny
♪ got them, got hurt got more, got pidgy
♪ yeah! Top off
♪ getting’ topped off in the city big top dog and I danced on ‘em
♪ like diddy top off
♪ and I pop back like fiddy yeah!
♪ I gotta dance I Milly rock
♪ when I get that advance how can I shop with like 64 M’s?
♪ Talkin’ to top about business again
♪ he want a lot with new bentleys again
♪ I want some top from like two sets of twins
♪ twinny twin twins yeah, yeah
♪ red light, green light red light, green light
♪ red light, green light they like, we like
♪ fast cars fast money
♪ fast life fast broads
♪ egotistic Goin’ ballistic
♪ why god? Born warrior
♪ lookin’ for euphoria but I don’t see it
♪ I don’t feel it I’m paraplegic
♪ tapped in when I’m maxed in comp-town with the mac-10’s
♪ and the pumps in the background
♪ I was absent never O.G., standout
♪ I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
♪ in the magnum holding magnums with a magnum
♪ ad-lib and I sing out loud never had friends
♪ never had ends never had hope
♪ they was like, “Nope,” I was like, “boo yaow
( click)
♪ Boo yaow”
( gun shot)
( Cheers and applause)
♪ America God bless you.
♪ It okay? It looks like he’s singing and dancing. This brother’s taking enormous chances. Rumble, young man, rumble! Never had friends.
♪ Never had
( gun shot)
♪ Never had friends never had ends
♪ never had hope they was like, “Nope,”
♪ I was like, “boo yaow
( click)
♪ Boo yaow”
( gun shot)
♪ Yeah, god tee off the day
♪ know we off the be off the
♪ eat off your plate throw me off
♪ I be, “Off Ya head” well ate, on c4
♪ I’m way off the edge bump integrity
♪ bump your pedigree bump your feelings
♪ bump your culture bump your mom
bump your drive
♪ bump your land bump your children
♪ bump your wives who am I?
♪ Not your father not your brother
♪ not your reason not your future
♪ not your comfort not your reverence
♪ not your glory not your heaven