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Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Voix principales
Bekon
Bekon
Chant
Kid Capri
Kid Capri
Chant
U2
U2
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Paroles/Composition
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Paroles/Composition
Bono
Bono
Paroles/Composition
The Edge
The Edge
Paroles/Composition
Adam Clayton
Adam Clayton
Paroles/Composition
Larry Mullen Jr.
Larry Mullen Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Paroles/Composition
Anthony Tiffith
Anthony Tiffith
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Dave Evans
Dave Evans
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David Hewson
David Hewson
Paroles/Composition
Kendrick Duckworth
Kendrick Duckworth
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Production
Sounwave
Sounwave
Production
Anthony Tiffith
Anthony Tiffith
Production
Bekon
Bekon
Production complémentaire
Jolyon Thomas
Jolyon Thomas
Production vocale
Brendan Silas Parry
Brendan Silas Parry
Ingénierie
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
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DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
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Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Will Made It
Mike Will Made It
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Tyler Page
Tyler Page
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Zeke Mishanec
Zeke Mishanec
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America, God bless you if it's good to ya America, please take my hand Can you help me underst- New Kung Fu Kenny Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks, he'll take it Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make it (he'll make it) Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you something, woah (woah) I'll chip a n- little bit of nothing I'll chip a n- little bit of nothing I'll chip a n- little bit of nothing I'll chip a n- then throw the - in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "B- I did that," X-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more Johnny said books ain't cool no more (no more) Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America, you know we all love him Yesterday I got a call, like, from my dawg, 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 philosphing on what the lord had done He said, "K-Dot, can you pray for me? It's been a f- 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 sugar coat the answer for you, this is how I feel If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody's gettin' -" Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front, a n- spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch a n- leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a n-, then throw the - in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "B-, 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 f- with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a n-, then throw the - in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back Alright kids, we're gonna talk about gun control (Pray for me) damn It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around 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, backstreets, 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 reflections of me, that's what a mirror does It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass You close your eyes to look ar-
Writer(s): Michael Len Williams, Laurence Joseph Mullen Jr., David Howell Evans, Paul David Hewson, Anthony Tiffith, Dacoury Natche, Mark Anthony Spears, Kendrick Duckworth, Adam Clayton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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