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2018 Grammys Performance

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January 28, 2018 📍 Madison Square Garden, New York City, NY 👁 62,397
Kendrick Lamar, U2, Dave Chappelle - Performance (LIVE From The 60th GRAMMYs ®)
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36 Contributors 2018 Grammys Performance Lyrics Kendrick Lamar has been known to shake up an award show or two in his day, and this highly-anticipated 2018 Grammy Awards performance was no exception.… Read More  [Part I: XXX] [Intro: Bēkon] America, God bless you if it's good to you America, please take my hand Can you help me underst— [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] 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, philosophin' on what the Lord had done He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me? Been a messed up day for me Know that you anointed, show me how to overcome." He was lookin' for some closure I can bring him closer 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 killed my son, that mean somebody gettin' 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 homie's spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch the homie leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a homie, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Man, 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, man, I promise You chip the homie, then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention Call you back— {Gunshot} The screen reads: "This is a satire by Kendrick Lamar" [Chorus: Bono & Kendrick Lamar] It's not a place (Uh-huh) This country is to me a sound of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around It's not a place (Uh-huh) This country is to me a thought that offers grace For every welcome that is sought [Part II: DNA] [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Run your life, I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice Run your life, I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice Run your life, I live a-- Run your life (ahh) This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin' Money and power, the mecca of marriages -- Tell me somethin' Uh, you can't tell me nothin' I'd rather die than to listen to you My DNA not for imitation Your DNA an abomination This how it is when you 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 buildin' Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floor 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 camera 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 9 Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way Sentence on the way, killings on the way Won't you tell 'em I got millions on the way {Gunshot} [Spoken: Dave Chappelle] Hi, I'm Dave Chappelle. And I just wanted to remind the audience that the only thing more frightening than watching a black man be honest in America is being an honest black man in America. Sorry for the interruption, please continue... [Part III: Freestyle] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny? Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty Him, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah Top off, gettin' topped off in the city Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy Pop off and I pop back like Fifty, yeah [Part IV: New Freezer + Kings Dead] [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] 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 some lot with new Bentleys again I want some top from like two sets of twins Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar] 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 10s and the pumps in the background Absent, never OG, standout Lackin' everything else but doubt Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum Homie, 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, boo yaow" {Gunshot} [Spoken: Dave Chappelle] Is this on cable? CBS? It looks like it's singing and dancing, but this brother's taking enormous chances. Rumble, young man, rumble! [Part V: King's Dead] [Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar] Never had friends, never had ends Never had hope, they was like "nope" I was like "boo yaow" {Gunshot} (Yeah, God) We off the day Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate Me off, I be, "Off ya head" Ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge Burn integrity, burn your pedigree, burn your feelings Burn your culture, burn your moral, burn your family Burn your job, burn your land, burn your children, burn 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, not your angel, not your spirit Not your message, not your freedom Not your people, not your neighbor Not your baby, not your equal Not the title y'all want me under All hail King Killmonger
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