Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)

作词 : Kendrick Lamar

作曲 : Kendrick Lamar

Salutations, it's your uncle, Sam

And this is the great American game

Reincarnated with Love

My Gemini, that power went up, no more handshakes and hugs

The energy only circulate through us, everybody must be judged

But this time, God only favorin' us

Twenty years in, still got that pen, dedicated to bare hard truth

Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue

Pray to get, this time it's

I'm carrying heavier hearts right now, I could power lift with Olympians too

Carryin' varyin' thoughts right now, I dessert this uh, like tiramisu

We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse

Really don't bother nobody, but they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room

You would not get the picture if I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre

Uh, would not have a soul, even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q

Started with nothin' but government cheese

But now I can cease, the government do

'Member the foods, them color was tan and brown, but now, the hundred, it blue

'Member I said I'm the greatest back when you debated the number one and number two?

Pop, it was always hilarious to me

You carried 'em to me, I brung out the face

The revolution 'bout to be televised

You picked the right time, but the wrong guy

Someone better squabble up

Reincarnated

I was stargazin'

Life goes on, I need all my babies (Gyah, gyah)

Woke up lookin' for the broccoli

High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi

IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me

Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet

When I hear music (What?), it makes me dance (Ayy)

You got the music (Woo), now is your chance

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it

Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it

Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it

Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it

It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it

Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics

Uh, that's a what and that's a lot of what?

Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies

Ghetto child, it was Blacky Milds with the Smirnoff

We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off

Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw

Tell me why you boys rap if it's fictional?

Tell me why you boys fed if you criminal?

"Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?" Nah

Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal

Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah)

Squabble up (Squabble up)

Squabble up (Squabble up)

Squabble up (Squabble up)

Squabble up (What?)

Squabble up (Squabble up)

Squabble up (What?)

Squabble up (Squabble up)

Squabble up

No, no, no, no, no

Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto

Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?

Then tighten up

Nobody pray for me

It been that day for me

Way (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances

Finessin' on 'em with some counterfeits, now I'm countin' this

Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this

D'ussé with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts

Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub

I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?

I get way too petty once you let me do the extras

Pull up on your block, then I break it down, you can call it Tetris

A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk

Peed on your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk

If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes

If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk

My left stroke just went viral

Right stroke put lil' baby in a (Uh)

Be humble (Hold up)

Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil')

Be humble (Hold up)

Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil')

Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil')

Sit down (Hold up, lil')

Be humble (Hold up)

Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Hol' on

I got, I got, I got, I got—

Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

Coke and quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA (Huh, huh, huh, ah)

Power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA

That's hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA

Was born like this, one like this, Yeshua new weapon

Transform like this with Yeshua new weapon

Murder, conviction

Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption

Scholars, fathers dead with kids and

I wish I was, hol' on

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Island right here's remote, okay

I ain't thinkin' about no reaper, 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, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?

Man, I know y'all gon' see

Ever since prime want me

It's K-D-O-T, bum (What?)

I deserve it all

Keep these bums away from me

Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me

Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me

Crashin' out right now, it ain't with safe with me

Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me, just wait and see

More blood be spillin', it's just paint to me

Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me

Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?

How annoying

From the poise and the game I speak? A shame with me

It's important, I deserve it all 'cause it's mine

Why you think you deserve the greatest of all time?

Ah, see you brought your homeboys with you (Give a helping hand)

The old culture cheat code (To your fellow men, oh, my—)

Scorekeeper, deduct one life

Ayy, what?

Look

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Peekaboo, I just put the boogers in my chain

Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game

Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank

Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name

Peekaboo, I put two foreigns on the 405

Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin pasta

Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?

Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that—, let's get it

Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chuck E. Cheese

Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street

Peekaboo, they say Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep

He on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (Woah)

(Peekaboo)

Ladies (Yes, Dot?)

I wanna make a move (For sure)

I wanna perform they favorite song

But you know they love to sue

What song?

Yeah, that song (That song?)

Ah, maybe I'll think about it (Oh, no)

Know what, I'll slow it down

Say, ladies, do me this solid (Ooh)

Oh, you done lost your damn mind

If this world were mine

Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot

If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply

If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God

Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire

Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah

In this world, concrete flowers grow

Heartache, she only doin' what she know

Weekends, get it poppin' on the low

Better days comin' for sure

If this world were—

If it was up to me

I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy

I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything

I just wanna see you win, wanna see

If this world were mine

It go in (Uh), out (Out), do it real slow (Slow)

Baby, you a star (Star), strike a pose

When I'm (Uh) with you (Uh), everything goes (Uh-huh)

Come and put that on my soul

Tell me what you gon' do to me

Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me

You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword

But you can't bring the truth to me

Bump you and all your expectations

I don't even want your congratulations

I recognize your false confidence, promises

All in your conversation

I hate those that feel entitled

Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you

Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin'?

I don't even like you

Corrupt a man's heart with a gift

That's how you find out who you dealin' with

A small percentage who I'm buildin' with

I want the credit if I'm losin' or I'm winnin'

On my mama, said, mama

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (Uh)

All the stars approach you

All the stars approach you (Uh)

All the stars approach you

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars are closer

All the stars are closer

All the stars are closer

Yeah-eah

That's what I'm talkin' about

That's what America wants, nice and calm

You're almost there

Don't mess this—

Oh no

It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor

You really 'bout to do it?

Forty acres in the mood, this is bigger than the music

You really 'bout to do it?

Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence

Then get on it like that

Ayy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like baow

Mustard on the beat, bro

Deebo any rap, uh, he a free throw

Man down, call a amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe"

Nail them boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'

What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?

Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton

What? Beat your— and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score

Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho

Pole, extort sh—, bully Death Ro

Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any b***h that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And Party at the party playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified— (Ah)

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em, tough

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a—? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

They not like us (No), they not like us (No), they not like us (What?)

They not like us (No), they not like us (No), they not like us

Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way, hol' on

I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, Oklama, Mr. Morale

This is GNX

We come all the way from Compton, California to come party with y'all

(Mustard on the beat) Let me hear you say

Mustard

They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it

Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta

Turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings

Nothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin'

I'm in the city where the flag be gettin' thrown, was pass interference

Padlock around the

Crash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag

Bone to pick like it was sea bass

So when I made it out, I made about 50K from a show

I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope

I'm prophetic, they only talk about it, I did it

Good for saving face, I seen the cosmetics

Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics

Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric

Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric

Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it

Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it

Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of L.A., yellin'

Mustard

They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it

Got my—, on the—, but the— gotta— (Ha)

Turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Turn his TV off, turn his—