Kendrick Lamar: M.A.A.D City
I have been listening to this song for days now, just like the rest of the album. But this song still remains my favorite on the album. It has everything: deep lyrics, good rapping, awesome music. Especially the lyrics is what makes this song special. I think I have seldom seen such divine lyrics, causing feelings of rage inside myself, although I can never really reenact what he is singing about. But it is impossible to listen to this song and not getting excited, overwhelmed with wild heart beats when listening to this song. Yes, that’s what that song is: OVERWHELMING! Just like the rest of the record. I celebrate this album so much. Apparently the best album of 2012 for me, and one of the best albums ever produced, at least in my opinion one of the best albums I ever listened to. And now, I will let you alone with this masterpiece:

If Pirus and Crips all got along
They’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I’m in the street I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q]

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
“Man down
Where you from, nigga?”
“Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?”
“Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?”
“This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga”

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I’m slingin crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin’ on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where — hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin’ for if you ain’t walkin’ up you fuckin’ punk?
Pickin’ up the fuckin’ pump
Pickin’ off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin from
AK’s, AR’s, “Aye y’all. Duck.”
That’s what momma said when we was eatin’ the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in ’94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo 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, IV’s on top of IV’s
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
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain’t no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city



[ScHoolBoy Q]


[MC Eiht]
Wake yo punk ass up!
It ain’t nothin’ but a Compton thang
Real simple and plain
I’mma teach you some lessons about the street
It ain’t nothin’ but a Compton thang
How we do

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room in my momma’s pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga’s hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won’t ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton’s human sacrifice

[Mc Eiht]
Jeah Cocaine, weed
Niggas been mixing shit since the 80’s loc
Sherm sticks, butt nakeds
Dip, make a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
One time’s crooked and shit
Block a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it’s Compton

I’m still in the hood
Loc yeah that’s cool
The hood took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that’s like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately
Couple of IV’s with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I’m finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood still
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it’s so real
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand’s where a motherfucker stand

[Kendrick Lamar]
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it’s safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive
Hit the powder then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
This a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits
And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain’t the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit
(Nigga, that ain’t no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don’t even trip, just lay back and drink that.”


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