Kendrick Lamar - Euphoria (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kendrick Lamar - Euphoria (en) Lyrics
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Euphoria
Them super powers gettin' neutralized,
I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is lookin'
paranoid and now is spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate,
every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated,
I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front
'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I
can smell the tales on you now
You'rе not a rap artist, you
a scam artist with the
hopes of being accеpted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU
never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em,
you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line,
but spare you this time, that's
random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator
and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and
I won't tell truths 'bout you
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee
Yeah, I'm out the way,
yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right
here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about no reaper, nigga,
I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all
in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them
type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they
get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day,
once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power
or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever?
Okay, nigga, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy
down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred
thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both,
but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about
guns, then somebody die,
they turn into nuns
Then hop online like "Pray
for my city," he fakin' for
likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna
be junior, they must've forgot
the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family,
but let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me
a Drac', the homie had told
me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough,
today, I'll show you I learned
from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you
got a ring, on God, I'm
ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian
nigga make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you
got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna
work with me no more? Okay
It's three GOATs left, and
I seen two of them kissin'
and huggin' on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight bars,
I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
It's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish
nigga, the crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends,
if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell,
for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushin'
P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on
him, you think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence
Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal,
this a friendly fade, you
should keep it that way
I know some shit about niggas that make
Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics,
not about gimmicks, not
about who the greatest
It's always been about love
and hate, now let me say
I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk,
the way that you talk, I hate
the way that you dress
I hate the way that you sneak
diss, if I catch flight,
it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck
'cause they confuse themself
with real women
And notice, I said "we," it's not just
me, I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairytale stories 'bout
your life 'til we had enough?
How many more Black features
'til you finally feel that
you're Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't
like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a nigga bring back
Puff, let me see if Chubbs
really crash somethin'
Yeah, my first one like my last one,
it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach
that, then tell 'em where
you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-
baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better
walk around like Daft Punk
Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they
think they playin' with?
Extortion my middle name as soon as
you jump off of that plane, bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit,
only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag
neither, I don't give a fuck
'bout who you hang with
Surprised you wanted that feature
request, you know that
we got some shit to address
I even hate when you say the word "nigga,
" but that's just me, I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't
even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success,
everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand,
and it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The
Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause
I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him
yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red,
I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women,
it's real competition,
you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show
me your splits, I'll make
sure I double back with ya
You were signed to a nigga that's
signed to a nigga that said
he was signed to that nigga
Try cease and desist on the
"Like That" record?
Ho, what? You ain't like that record?
"Back To Back," I like that record
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna
get dirt on niggas? Y'all
think all my life is rap?
That's ho shit, I got a son to
raise, but I can see you don't
know nothin' 'bout that
Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that
Then tell him to pray, know
nothin' 'bout that
Then givin' him tools to walk
through life like day by day,
know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' him morals, integrity,
discipline, listen, man, you
don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin' the truth and consider
what God's considerin', you don't
know nothin' 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-
v-twenty if I gotta smack
niggas that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean
'em out too, tell BEAM that
he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI?
Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called A.I.
And my sixth sense tellin'
me to off him
I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick riders
Tell 'em run to America, they
imitate heritage, they can't
imitate this violence
What I learned is niggas don't like
the West Coast, and I'm fine with
it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a nigga off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour
time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon' bleed in
your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin'
fried rice with a dip sauce
and a blammy, crodie
Tell me you're cheesin', fam
We can do this right now
on the camera, crodie
Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I
don't trust y'all niggas
I wave one finger and thump
y'all niggas like mmm
Field goal, punt y'all niggas,
they punk y'all niggas,
nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fuckin' with
him, fuck you niggas, and
fuck the industry too
If you take it there, I'm
takin' it further
Psst, that's something
you don't wanna do
We don't wanna hear you
say "nigga" no more
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