Albums Kendrick Lamar - DAMN. (Discussion Thread)

[xCivicx]

And you think KL's rhymes are simple?

Yes, they are simple. And the problem is you nikkas try to make them out to be deep

Future's rhymes may be simple but his lyrics speak to me. They're not a bunch of rambling self-important nonsensical "metaphors"

I listen to those artists because I feel their music, not because a hipster told me they're supposed to be the best out

And I listen to their album/mixtape content a LOT more often than I listen to their radio singles

 

[MIAlien]

Yes, they are simple. And the problem is you nikkas try to make them out to be deep

Future's rhymes may be simple but his lyrics speak to me. They're not a bunch of rambling self-important nonsensical "metaphors"

I listen to those artists because I feel their music, not because a hipster told me they're supposed to be the best out

And I listen to their album/mixtape content a LOT more often than I listen to their radio singles

What Future lyrics speak to you? Can you post some examples?

And I think Kendrick has improved massively on this album when it comes to making every word count and not having as much filler.

 

[Nuuko]

(currently at 99)

 

[mson]

Yes, they are simple. And the problem is you nikkas try to make them out to be deep

Future's rhymes may be simple but his lyrics speak to me. They're not a bunch of rambling self-important nonsensical "metaphors"

I listen to those artists because I feel their music, not because a hipster told me they're supposed to be the best out

And I listen to their album/mixtape content a LOT more often than I listen to their radio singles

1. What do Future's lines say to you?
2. What about Gucci and chainz?

 

[xCivicx]

What Future lyrics speak to you? Can you post some examples?

And I think Kendrick has improved massively on this album when it comes to making every word count and not having as much filler.

I have no issues flooding this thread

Spoiler

You know how we be rocking, ya' heard

[Verse 1]
Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Work the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy
Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
Hope you didn't do it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't throw away what we established
Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family
The way a nikka look 'round here, they'll back stab you
Word from your motherfukking brother, young nikka
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper
Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper
Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four Desert Eagle

[Hook]
Nothing but a bad little bytch in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? heard that the Feds got em
I seen ya' cruise the Land Rover thru the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthday
Tell them young nikkas grind
'fore you gon' knock someone down
If they gon' shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shyt on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shyt on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer
They done took a boss out nikka, no wonder
nikkas getting crossed out nikka, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, nikkas won't say nothing
True to these clips, nikkas won't say nothing

[Verse 2]
Had the Parkay jumping out the Pyrex
High definition glass on my pinky finger
nikkas swimming in the water, no paddle
nikkas trying to walk in my shadow
The bird on the bezel, I’m a well known rebel
Told a young nikka Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
Told a young nikka Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella
We work the frontstreet where mama said: "Don't go"
We went there
Trap house embalmed with that crack, then we went there
Shawty don't fukk with these folks, these
nikkas be telling these days, be telling these days

[Hook]
Nothing but a bad little bytch in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em
I seen ya' cruise the Landrover thru the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthday
Tell them young nikkas grind
'fore you gon' knock someone down
If they gon' shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shyt on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shyt on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer
They done took a boss out nikka, no wonder
nikkas getting crossed out nikka, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, nikkas won't say nothing
True to these clips, nikkas won't say nothing

Spoiler: Lyrics

[Intro]
Everything that I need and I'll be yours
(I promise, come up)
All the time that I see, give you my word that I be yours

[Verse 1]
A lot of nikkas tryna catch up with that
But they don't seen what I done seen up in these streets
Crack babies and dope house, how many you want
We grew up in the struggle
Now we at the dealership with all our friends
Hollering out how many you want
You electrical and exceptional and inside of you
Is an angel named St. Michael
He say he's in there to protect you and never lie to you
It's so hard to be faithful but you sensitive
And you hold me down so I'mma try for you

[Hook]
Come here
You swearing I be yours
You swearing I be yours (you drink, but you drink and i be)
You drink and I be yours
You drink and I be yours
Let's rock out, you ain't hear what I'm saying
You rock and I be yours
You rock and I be yours
Do that, be everything that I need and I'll be yours (and that's my word i'll be yours)
And you know you willing
My word that I'll be yours
My word that I'll be yours
And you know you feeling
My word that I'll be yours
That's my word

[Verse 2]
Even your friend got my back
She just met me but she feel it
And she gon' see by this time next year
We gon' kill it
Audemars on your wrist that just something for today
Driving Rolls for the week and a Rari for the skeet
Got that condo for the month
You get massages for an hour
Red lipstick on my body print
I can smell you seducing, I promise, come up

[Hook]
Come here
You swearing I be yours
You swearing I be yours (you drink, but you drink and i be)
You drink and I be yours
You drink and I be yours
Let's rock out, you ain't hear what I'm saying
You rock and I be yours
You rock and I be yours
Do that, be everything that I need and I'll be yours (and that's my word i'll be yours)
And you know you willing
My word that I'll be yours
My word that I'll be yours
And you know you feeling
My word that I'll be yours
That's my word
That's my word

 

[xCivicx]

Spoiler: Lyrics

[Intro]
Deep down, I believe you know you're a monster too
(Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with)
(Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with)
(Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with)
(Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with)
Yea yea...Future Hendrix
I know your true feelings ain't..
They couldn't be here, you hear me?
They gotta be somewhere else

[Hook]
But I ain't worried 'bout no fukking I ain't worried 'bout no fukking
Does sexing on the late night mean that much to ya
My love don't mean that much to ya
fukking these hoes mean too damn much to you
I just hope up when you fukk a nikka when you finished
He can say that he love ya
Now do you feel better bout yourself?
Do you feel better by yourself?
Did you feel better when I left?
Mark my words I'mma ball without you
I came home last night to a ménage
Got my dikk sucked I was thinking about you
I was fukking on a slut and I was thinking about you
When you're fukking another nikka hope you're thinking about me
When you laying with that nikka are you thinking about me
Cause I'm thinking about you
Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with
Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with

[Verse]
I want you to fukk him in a paradise
Cause I wanna be in your head tonight
If loving me in public ain't safe
You can take my love and hide it, don't give up on me today
Hold on to me like a true love
I told you it was a true love
I ended up with temptations
You going out the country, you posting up on IG
I'm layed up with my side piece
The one that text while you was right there laying up beside me
Now tell me you don't want me
Tell me that your p*ssy ain't mines no more
Tell me your moving on, you don't love me no more
Monster

[Hook]
But I ain't worried 'bout no fukking I ain't worried 'bout no fukking
Does sexing on the late night mean that much to ya
My love don't mean that much to ya
fukking these hoes mean too damn much to you
I just hope up when you fukk a nikka when you finished
He can say that he love ya
Now do you feel better bout yourself?
Do you feel better by yourself?
Did you feel better when I left?
Mark my words I'mma ball without you
I came home last night to a ménage
Got my dikk sucked I was thinking about you
I was fukking on a slut and I was thinking about you
When you're fukking another nikka hope you're thinking about me
When you laying with that nikka are you thinking about me
Cause I'm thinking about you
Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with
Go on, fukk that nikka, get it over with

 

[xCivicx]

Spoiler: Lyrics

[Intro]
I gotta kick this flavor, ya hear me

[Hook]
Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian
All I see is stars, fly a bytch out from Maryland
Molly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam
Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium
Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President
I'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these Presidents
Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about
Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd up
Two seater, plush, few racks in the bump
A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers

[Verse 1]
Chewing on the bars, and we call 'em barbarian
I'm on my way to Mars, got the stars in the ceiling
Down South Georgia, boy
We the New Chopper City, we the New Chopper City
We the New Chopper City, yeah (Free B.G.)
Word to my youngin', we gone dump on you
Yeah, that dirty money, I can smell the gun powder
That's dirty money, I can smell the gun powder
He got his hoodie, with his hand in his right pocket
And you gotta watch out or it's lights out
Lights out, hotwire me a Eddie Bauer
And I went and got it poppin', and I let them bullets shower

[Hook]
Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian
All I see is stars, fly a bytch out from Maryland
Molly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam
Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium
Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President
I'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these Presidents
Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about
Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd up
Two seater, plush, few racks in the bump
A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers

[Verse 2]
Off 2 milligrams, I forgot about my ex-ho
Staying with the gas, fill my blunts up with petrol
Pop a couple double G's and down it with some XO
Trippin' off them bars you forgot when you was dead broke
Styrofoams and mula, yeah, styrofoams and mula
Half a million dollars on a ring, I'm taking Percocets
Down five Xanax and I pray I wake up and forget
I been with the gang cause they love me how I am
shyt ain't been the same, they talkin' bout me on the 'gram
They say I turned my back on my baby mama, I'm on them tabs
And my hood looking up to me, I love them nikkas to death
Even in the after life, when ain't a breathe of me left

[Hook]
Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian
All I see is stars, fly a bytch out from Maryland
Molly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam
Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium
Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President
I'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these Presidents
Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about
Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd up
Two seater, plush, few racks in the bump
A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers

 

[xCivicx]

Spoiler: Lyrics

[Intro]
I be on the phone with Doe Boy
I be telling him, he inspired me to go harder
Know what I'm saying, real talk

[Verse 1]
My savages, my savages, my savages
I’m always dressing fresher than a mannequin
I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
I’m on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went
35 racks is how my day was spent
I gotta cock it back, that’s how my day would get
You got me thinking all these bytches artificial
The way you acting you must don’t respect a real nikka
Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us
I told you way before what happened they was hating on us
You know when we was juuging for it they was mad at us
Aye, this a letter for my dogs
How we let the money get between us
How we let these bytches get between us
How we let these nikkas get between us
I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers
I got love but it ain’t like the love I got for India
She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity
My lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinity
Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me
RIP my grand-dad Quick, he should have seen this shyt
20 thousand on some child support, I seen that shyt
Riding round with all them choppers, I done seen this shyt
These rappers mad at me but these nikkas ain’t doing shyt
And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shyt
I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership
The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships
If Esco didn’t love me would’ve been done jumped ship
And it’s the love from my fans got me still here

[Interlude]
Monster!
Say I’m Illuminati, they tryna make me catch a body

[Verse 2]
I don’t know when I'ma flip, nikka
Get me some codeine and sip, nikka
Big bank saying wipe a nikka’s nose, my girl changed the lock on the doors
Before this shyt pour up a fo', ain't falling in love with no ho
That what you want for me? That what you really expect?
You thinking I’m sitting up depressed?
I'm somewhere countin' up me a check
I hate I had to fukk with any of you nikkas, that’s my only regret
Drag the mink on the floor
The Cuban links on my ho
Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?
Who would think we was poor?
There’s money laying on the floor
Got some hoes laying on some hoes
Got a shawty with me, she a pro
No she’ll never meet another nikka not another nikka like me
Even if he got a billion dollars he can’t make her cum like me
Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image
Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented
Because the Spurs weren't tinted, I told em ain't got nothing to hide
I told em I’m through with the pies
Told em fukk all of my wrongs, I don’t even write
My savages, my savages, my savages
We gone leave a nikka stiffer than a mannequin
Free all my nikkas incarcerated, you heard?
Loyal for life, you heard?
Free band gang! We global now..

 

[xCivicx]

I can definitely keep going btw

 

[igottabaldhead]

this album

 

[igottabaldhead]

classic

 

[666 ReVeNGe 666]

What Future lyrics speak to you? Can you post some examples?

And I think Kendrick has improved massively on this album when it comes to making every word count and not having as much filler.

1. What do Future's lines say to you?
2. What about Gucci and chainz?

Future speaks to my soul as well .... especially since I grew up similar to him (I was no major trapper though)

These songs are deep...they ain't lyrical miracle rap but they touched my soul









His bars be hitting my heart

"The pain from the slums had me numb"

"Took all the pain and ran with it, took a few losses and ran with it"











Wash the Molly down with champagne...
Wash the xanny down with syrup yeah...
Hope it take away all this damn pain
Hope it take away all this damn pain


"Sold crack to a pregnant lady...forgice me for the crack baby"

 

[666 ReVeNGe 666]

Spoiler: Lyrics

[Intro]
I be on the phone with Doe Boy
I be telling him, he inspired me to go harder
Know what I'm saying, real talk

[Verse 1]
My savages, my savages, my savages
I’m always dressing fresher than a mannequin
I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
I’m on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went
35 racks is how my day was spent
I gotta cock it back, that’s how my day would get
You got me thinking all these bytches artificial
The way you acting you must don’t respect a real nikka
Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us
I told you way before what happened they was hating on us
You know when we was juuging for it they was mad at us
Aye, this a letter for my dogs
How we let the money get between us
How we let these bytches get between us
How we let these nikkas get between us
I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers
I got love but it ain’t like the love I got for India
She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity
My lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinity
Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me
RIP my grand-dad Quick, he should have seen this shyt
20 thousand on some child support, I seen that shyt
Riding round with all them choppers, I done seen this shyt
These rappers mad at me but these nikkas ain’t doing shyt
And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shyt
I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership
The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships
If Esco didn’t love me would’ve been done jumped ship
And it’s the love from my fans got me still here

[Interlude]
Monster!
Say I’m Illuminati, they tryna make me catch a body

[Verse 2]
I don’t know when I'ma flip, nikka
Get me some codeine and sip, nikka
Big bank saying wipe a nikka’s nose, my girl changed the lock on the doors
Before this shyt pour up a fo', ain't falling in love with no ho
That what you want for me? That what you really expect?
You thinking I’m sitting up depressed?
I'm somewhere countin' up me a check
I hate I had to fukk with any of you nikkas, that’s my only regret
Drag the mink on the floor
The Cuban links on my ho
Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?
Who would think we was poor?
There’s money laying on the floor
Got some hoes laying on some hoes
Got a shawty with me, she a pro
No she’ll never meet another nikka not another nikka like me
Even if he got a billion dollars he can’t make her cum like me
Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image
Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented
Because the Spurs weren't tinted, I told em ain't got nothing to hide
I told em I’m through with the pies
Told em fukk all of my wrongs, I don’t even write
My savages, my savages, my savages
We gone leave a nikka stiffer than a mannequin
Free all my nikkas incarcerated, you heard?
Loyal for life, you heard?
Free band gang! We global now..

Brown liquor made my dog insane

Future that nikka....

"They got a street story to tell ya, it's already been done...ammunition overflowing....tears filling up a pond"

 

[wire28]

The last day Feel has really climbed up my personal favorites. It's basically a poem and it's beautiful.

 

[((ReFleXioN)) EteRNaL]

I can't understand how some people aren't feeling Yah. That shyt is some classic smoothness