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[Intro:]
[Bēkon:]
America, God bless you if it's good to you.
America, please take my hand,
Can you help me underst–
[Kid Capri:]
New Kung Fu Kenny!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it.
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it.
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you something, whoa!
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothing,
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothing,
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothing,
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap,
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
X-rated.
Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo',
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo',
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 dog 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, philosophin' on what the Lord had done.
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked 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 sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed."
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch.
I'll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block,
I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got,
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap,
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, 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 fuck with one of ours,
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour,
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial,
Let somebody touch my mama,
Touch my sister, touch my woman,
Touch my daddy, touch my niece,
Touch my nephew, touch my brother.
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower 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!

[Chorus: Bono]
It's not a place,
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass.
You close your eyes to look around.

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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, back streets,
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.

[Chorus: Bono]
It's not a place,
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass,
You close your eyes to look ar–

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