Kendrick Lamar Duckworth (born June 17, 1987), professionally known as Kend… Read Full Bio ↴Kendrick Lamar Duckworth (born June 17, 1987), professionally known as Kendrick Lamar, is a rapper from Compton, California. He is also a member of the hip-hop supergroup Black Hippy collective along with members Jay Rock, Ab-Soul, and Schoolboy Q. His music is largely influenced by the works of 2Pac, Jay-Z, Nas, DMX, The Notorious B.I.G., Mos Def, Eazy-E and Eminem.
He began to gain major recognition in 2010 after his first retail release, Overly Dedicated. The following year, Lamar independently released his first studio album Section.80, which included his debut single, "HiiiPoWeR" which was produced by J. Cole. By that time, he had amassed a large Internet following and collaborated with several artists in the hip-hop industry, including The Game, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne and Drake.
Lamar secured a major-label record deal with Aftermath and Interscope Records, in 2012. His major-label debut, good kid, m.A.A.d city, was released in October 2012 to critical success. The record contained the top 40 singles "Swimming Pools (Drank)", "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe", and "Poetic Justice". It debuted at number two on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart and was later certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Lamar won his first Grammy Award for "i", the lead single from his critically acclaimed third album To Pimp a Butterfly (2015). The album drew on free jazz, funk, soul, and spoken word debuted atop the charts in the U.S. and the UK, and won the Grammy Award for Best Rap Album at the 58th ceremony. In 2016, Lamar released untitled unmastered., a collection of unreleased demos that originated during the recording sessions for Butterfly.
Lamar has received several accolades throughout his career, including seven Grammy Awards. In early 2013, MTV named Lamar the number one "Hottest MC in the Game", on their annual list. Time named Lamar one of the 100 most influential people in the world in 2016.
Lamar's fourth album, DAMN. was released on April 17, 2017, to widespread critical acclaim. It debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, earning Lamar his third consecutive number-one album in the United States. The album was supported by the lead single, "Humble.". Lamar won the Pulitzer Prize for DAMN.
Lamar's fifth album Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers was released on May 13, 2022, his first album in five years.
He began to gain major recognition in 2010 after his first retail release, Overly Dedicated. The following year, Lamar independently released his first studio album Section.80, which included his debut single, "HiiiPoWeR" which was produced by J. Cole. By that time, he had amassed a large Internet following and collaborated with several artists in the hip-hop industry, including The Game, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne and Drake.
Lamar secured a major-label record deal with Aftermath and Interscope Records, in 2012. His major-label debut, good kid, m.A.A.d city, was released in October 2012 to critical success. The record contained the top 40 singles "Swimming Pools (Drank)", "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe", and "Poetic Justice". It debuted at number two on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart and was later certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Lamar won his first Grammy Award for "i", the lead single from his critically acclaimed third album To Pimp a Butterfly (2015). The album drew on free jazz, funk, soul, and spoken word debuted atop the charts in the U.S. and the UK, and won the Grammy Award for Best Rap Album at the 58th ceremony. In 2016, Lamar released untitled unmastered., a collection of unreleased demos that originated during the recording sessions for Butterfly.
Lamar has received several accolades throughout his career, including seven Grammy Awards. In early 2013, MTV named Lamar the number one "Hottest MC in the Game", on their annual list. Time named Lamar one of the 100 most influential people in the world in 2016.
Lamar's fourth album, DAMN. was released on April 17, 2017, to widespread critical acclaim. It debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, earning Lamar his third consecutive number-one album in the United States. The album was supported by the lead single, "Humble.". Lamar won the Pulitzer Prize for DAMN.
Lamar's fifth album Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers was released on May 13, 2022, his first album in five years.
J Dilla
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics
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I'm still lost in my own
Zone in the living room like I'm dead to the
World playing Donny Hathaway
Patron shots I consume taking
The pain away Each
Sip bring me closer to my doom
Sun shining bright through the
Crack in the blind
Thinking to myself this morning
What happened to time
It's passing away, the world decides
It ain't what it used to be
Everything I love don't mean what
It used to mean
For example spitting a 16 No thrills
Feeling numb like i'm of Thorazine
It used to be nicotine
I was addicted to this rap thing
Now I'm just trying to trap cream
Enough drowning in my sorrow
Never put off tomorrow
What you can do today, that's my new motto
With that said, I roll out the bed
Hit the showers, it's time to get this bread
Now make dollars
I woke up in the morning, washed my body
Put some clothes on it after that
Put on my heat like Alonzo Mourning
Cause everybody got a gun
It's like they're copy cats
So me without one is like I'm dated
I'd be out of style like Adidas and fat laces
Starter Jackets and dookie ropes or whatever
The late 80's had favored
I'm one of the best of my Homo Sapiens
One of the best of God's creations
He shows favoritism everytime you hear
The record on radio stations
I know you mad, you ain't gotta say much
I can feel you hating
Serving mc's like waitress, andre Agassi
Multitalented
Rapper slash athlete, killing these niggas
They're screaming in agony
Half of these niggas ain't half of me
Half of these niggas ain't
Talking 'bout nothing, yakity, yakity
Pushing my buttons like plaid shirts
Clapping them rapidly
Actually, Kurt, Co-Bain Ten years
In my career
Pray to God that I don't blow up my brains
Lord, I'm here
Great Depression, I don't know much, all
I know is studio sessions
And how to get my bars up
They call me Subway sandwich the way
I give them cold cuts
Cut from a different cloth
And these Yves Saint Laurent jeans
They cost so much usher
Either way i'm caught up in materialistic
Anything that's custom
Best believe I'mma get it
Getting tired of it and get rid of it
Don't step on the Compton premises without
Your weap-on on your hip
The home of the stray bullet
That murder the innocent
No matter the crime rate
I still remain content
Moving at my own pace
Cause if it don't make dollars
Then it really don't make sense
And if you can't comprehend
I holler like a rottweiler
Behind a backyard fence (Holla)
(Holla, Holla)
(Holla)
I woke up this morning, counting my cash
Girls calling me now
Straight throwing the ass
I threw on my T, I grabbed my bitch
Laced up my chucks, rock sharp as a piece
They used to call me a creature
But now I'm a beast
With my voice on the beat
I'm the voice of the streets
From my head to the feet, I'm bad to the bone
Nigga, I won't stop
'till I'm add to the throne
Dog, I ride with the chrome
Gotta be safe in this shit
Call me Pharrell, boy, I keep me them
Clipse I don't ride on no skateboard
I roll with some grinders
Trapped in the hood, far from Giligans Island
I was a drug dealer
But now I'm a wild spitter
Nigga, I'm more iller, call me a hospital
You got the hiccups
I got this fluent as shit nigga
I spit a bar, straight ruin your shit nigga
Known as a mack, I can influence your bitch
I'm the reason these niggas
Be handcuffin' them quick
I'm the reason these bitch niggas
Be playa hating on us
See them in the streets
These niggas don't be saying nothing
But keep on talking, you ain't ready for beef
Jay Rock down to bust a
Nigga head in the streets i can't help it
The hood flow through my blood
This gangbangin shit
Should be considered a drug
Everybody doing it now, I see you rap niggas
Wrong place, wrong time
That's how you get clapped nigga
Raised in the projects, money my object
They standing in my way
Like a frog I dissect them
You'll get shot walking through my section
Now you a verse all in my session
They say life is a school
Everyday is a lesson, well I get kicked out
Shit got me guessing
Shit naw, check my ghetto report card
Straight A student in every class
Up in the Gardens
Money over bitches, nigga i'm heartless
Money over bitch niggas, rich is my target
(target, target)
(target, target)
Zone in the living room like I'm dead to the
World playing Donny Hathaway
Patron shots I consume taking
The pain away Each
Sip bring me closer to my doom
Sun shining bright through the
Crack in the blind
What happened to time
It's passing away, the world decides
It ain't what it used to be
Everything I love don't mean what
It used to mean
For example spitting a 16 No thrills
Feeling numb like i'm of Thorazine
It used to be nicotine
I was addicted to this rap thing
Now I'm just trying to trap cream
Enough drowning in my sorrow
Never put off tomorrow
What you can do today, that's my new motto
With that said, I roll out the bed
Hit the showers, it's time to get this bread
Now make dollars
I woke up in the morning, washed my body
Put some clothes on it after that
Put on my heat like Alonzo Mourning
Cause everybody got a gun
It's like they're copy cats
So me without one is like I'm dated
I'd be out of style like Adidas and fat laces
Starter Jackets and dookie ropes or whatever
The late 80's had favored
I'm one of the best of my Homo Sapiens
One of the best of God's creations
He shows favoritism everytime you hear
The record on radio stations
I know you mad, you ain't gotta say much
I can feel you hating
Serving mc's like waitress, andre Agassi
Multitalented
Rapper slash athlete, killing these niggas
They're screaming in agony
Half of these niggas ain't half of me
Half of these niggas ain't
Talking 'bout nothing, yakity, yakity
Pushing my buttons like plaid shirts
Clapping them rapidly
Actually, Kurt, Co-Bain Ten years
In my career
Pray to God that I don't blow up my brains
Lord, I'm here
Great Depression, I don't know much, all
I know is studio sessions
And how to get my bars up
They call me Subway sandwich the way
I give them cold cuts
Cut from a different cloth
And these Yves Saint Laurent jeans
They cost so much usher
Either way i'm caught up in materialistic
Anything that's custom
Best believe I'mma get it
Getting tired of it and get rid of it
Don't step on the Compton premises without
Your weap-on on your hip
The home of the stray bullet
That murder the innocent
No matter the crime rate
I still remain content
Moving at my own pace
Cause if it don't make dollars
Then it really don't make sense
And if you can't comprehend
I holler like a rottweiler
Behind a backyard fence (Holla)
(Holla, Holla)
(Holla)
I woke up this morning, counting my cash
Girls calling me now
Straight throwing the ass
I threw on my T, I grabbed my bitch
Laced up my chucks, rock sharp as a piece
They used to call me a creature
But now I'm a beast
With my voice on the beat
I'm the voice of the streets
From my head to the feet, I'm bad to the bone
Nigga, I won't stop
'till I'm add to the throne
Dog, I ride with the chrome
Gotta be safe in this shit
Call me Pharrell, boy, I keep me them
Clipse I don't ride on no skateboard
I roll with some grinders
Trapped in the hood, far from Giligans Island
I was a drug dealer
But now I'm a wild spitter
Nigga, I'm more iller, call me a hospital
You got the hiccups
I got this fluent as shit nigga
I spit a bar, straight ruin your shit nigga
Known as a mack, I can influence your bitch
I'm the reason these niggas
Be handcuffin' them quick
I'm the reason these bitch niggas
Be playa hating on us
See them in the streets
These niggas don't be saying nothing
But keep on talking, you ain't ready for beef
Jay Rock down to bust a
Nigga head in the streets i can't help it
The hood flow through my blood
This gangbangin shit
Should be considered a drug
Everybody doing it now, I see you rap niggas
Wrong place, wrong time
That's how you get clapped nigga
Raised in the projects, money my object
They standing in my way
Like a frog I dissect them
You'll get shot walking through my section
Now you a verse all in my session
They say life is a school
Everyday is a lesson, well I get kicked out
Shit got me guessing
Shit naw, check my ghetto report card
Straight A student in every class
Up in the Gardens
Money over bitches, nigga i'm heartless
Money over bitch niggas, rich is my target
(target, target)
(target, target)
The lyrics to Kendrick Lamar's song "J Dilla" reflect his introspection and contemplation of his personal journey as an artist. The opening lines depict him feeling lost and disconnected from the world, seeking solace in Donny Hathaway's music and alcohol. He reflects on the passage of time and how everything he once loved and found meaning in has changed. He compares his previous addiction to rap and the thrill it used to bring him to his current state of feeling numb and disconnected. Kendrick acknowledges that he is now more focused on making money and emphasizes the importance of seizing the present moment and being proactive in pursuing his goals.
In the second verse, Kendrick discusses the prevalence of violence and the need to protect himself in a world where having a gun has become the norm. He criticizes those who imitate others and conform to trends. He asserts his uniqueness and greatness as both a rapper and a creation of God. Kendrick believes he is favored by God, evident in the success of his songs on radio stations. He addresses the haters and their jealousy, declaring his superiority and versatile skills as a rapper and athlete. He recognizes that many rappers lack substance and purpose in their music, while he continues to push boundaries and be authentic. He feels the weight of his fame and acknowledges the psychological toll of his career, yet he remains grateful for his talent and the opportunity to make music.
Overall, "J Dilla" delves into Kendrick Lamar's personal reflections on his journey as an artist and the changes he has experienced. It explores themes of isolation, fame, authenticity, and the pressures of success.
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@playboyAZ520
Sad that everyone always sleeps on Jay Rock
@Isaacsabaa
j dilla....a real hip hop producer RIP
@escobedf
This is hot! for those that dont know, this is off Slum Village Fantastic Voyage Vol.2, this was my #1 rotation CD in 2001-2002, the original song is called "Players"... Kendrick rips it, original is tight, but this is also tight. Show respect, WEST COAST!
@kijuanlittle6827
William Wallace just fantastic vol 2 players
@retromatic588
Jay Rock rips this as well. Honestly, his verse was my favorite but everyone rips it. Kendrick and Punch too! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@TJ-ex3ex
This is so slept on it’s ridiculous ðŸ˜ðŸ”¥ðŸ”¥ðŸ”¥ðŸ”¥ðŸ”¥ðŸ”¥
@sr166
Y'all better step ur Jay Dee research up!
@HashBrownHertz
the d
@tamarabrikel6092
Dope freestyle and instrumental
@moneymakinmitch4465
This is a proper sick tune... from Ireland to L.A. 👊