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“Kendrick Lamar – Mortal Man Lyrics”

[Intro: James Fauntleroy + Kendrick Lamar]
Ohhh, ohhhh, woahhh
Well yes
Well yes
Uh
Yeah, uh

[Chorus 1]
Mandela’s ghost, hope my flows stay propulsive
Let these words be your earth and your moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question:

[Refrain 1]
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan—
(One two, one two, one two)
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
[Chorus 1]
Mandela’s ghost, hope my flows stay propulsive
Let these words be your earth and your moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question:

[Refrain 2]
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
Won’t you look left and right? Be sure to ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?

[Verse 1]
Do you believe in me? Are you cheating on me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it belongs?
Is your smile permanent? Is your wish for life?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I’m judged in court, if the industry cuts me off
If the government wants me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you consider me a drug addict or would you see me as K. Lamar?
Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
I want you to love me like Nelson, I want you to hold me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you’re welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it’s surely a blessing
But a prophet is not a prophet until he asks you this question:
[Refrain 2]
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
Won’t you look left and right? Be sure to ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?

[Chorus 2]
Mandela’s ghost, hope my flows stay propulsive
Let my words be your earth and your moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that-

[Verse 2]
Do you believe in me? How much do you believe in her?
Do you think she’s gonna stay if those 25 years happen?
Do you think he can hold you back when you’re behind bars, hurt?
Do you think you’ll be okay if you promise to be first? Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
Even if you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
Like, who got your best interest?
Like, how addicted are you?
How much do people say they like you?
And who is pretending?
How tough is your skin when they report you?
Are you showing forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when you brush off your shoulders from being offended?
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions started hissing?
What kind of bridge did they burn?
Revenge on your mind when it’s mentioned
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in his shoes, but you rarely make peace
You want to be remembered who delivered the message
Who considered everyone’s blessing
This is your lesson for everyone, say;
[Refrain 2]
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
Won’t you look left and right? Be sure to ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?

[Chorus 3]
Mandela’s voice, I hope this flow stays propulsive
Let my word be your earth and your moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And if you ride with me, nigga—

[Verse 3]
I’ve been disbarred before, I had abandonment issues
I hold a grudge like bad judges, don’t let me blame you
It’s not like Nelson – I want you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben’s Island to analyze; that’s where his cell is
So I can find clarity – like, how much do you cherish me?
Is this relationship fake or real like the sky is?
You see, I have to question everything; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blows, Murphy’s Law
Generation X – will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step’, mauled by the mouths of pit bulls
Put me under stress, crawl under the rocks, duck you
It’s respect, but tomorrow put my back to the wall
How many leaders did you say you needed and then left them for dead?
Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? shooter – you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it’s Michael Jackson—oh

[Refrain 3]
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?
This guy gave us “Billie Jean”, you say he touched these children?
When shit hit the fan, are you still a fan?

[Chorus 4]
Mandela’s ghost, hope my flows keep propelling
Let my word be your earth and your moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And if you ride with me, nigga, let me ask you that, nigga

[Spoken Outro: Kendrick Lamar & 2Pac]
“I remember you were conflicted
Abusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
A resentment that turned into a deep depression
I found myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn’t mean to self-destruct
Lucy’s hurts were all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I come home
But that didn’t stop the survivor’s guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince me of the stripes I’ve earned
Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones fought the war continues in the city
I entered a new
A war based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to town and tell the homies what I learned
The word was respect
Just because you wore a different gang color than mine
Doesn’t mean I can’t respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused ourselves on these streets
If I respect you, we unite and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don’t know, I’m not a mortal man
Maybe I’m just another nigga”

Shit and that’s all I wrote
I was gonna call it “Another Nigga” but it ain’t really a poem
I just felt like it was something you could probably relate to
Other than that, now that I’ve finally had the chance to say hi
I’ve always wanted to ask you about a certain situation.
About a metaphor actually, uh, you spoke on the pitch
What do you mean by that, what does the ground represent?

The ground will open up and swallow the evil
To the right
That’s how I see it, my word is link
I see – and the ground is the symbol of the poor
To the right
The poor people will open all this world
And gobble up the rich
‘Cause the rich are gonna be so fat
And they gon’ be so mouthwatering, you know what I’m sayin’, rich mouthwatering
The poor are gonna be so poor and hungry
To the right
You know what I say, it’s gonna be like
You know what I’m saying, it’s gonna be…
There could, there could be cannibalism in this muh-fu-
They could eat the rich, you know what I mean?

Aight then let me ask you this then
Do you see yourself as someone who is rich
Or someone who made the most of their own opportunities?

I see myself as a born hustler
A real scammer in every sense of the word
I took nothing, I took the opportunities
I worked the most menial and degrading job
And I built myself so I could bring it where I owned it
I went from having someone to manage me
It’s up to me to hire the person who works in my management company
I changed everything, I fulfilled my destiny
Five years from now, you know what I mean?
I made myself a millionaire, I made millions for a lot of people
Now it’s time to make millions for me, you know what I mean?
I made millions for the record labels
I made millions for these movie companies
Now I make millions for, for us

And through your different paths to success
How would you say you managed to maintain a level of sanity?

By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in “all good things come to those that stay true”
To the right
Do you know what I’m saying?
And it happened to me for a reason
You know what I say, I was noticing, shit
I was pushing the right buttons and it was happening
So it’s not a problem, you know
I mean it’s a problem but I’m not gonna let them know
I will pass straight

Do you consider yourself a fighter at heart or someone who
Someone who only reacts when their back is against the wall?

Shit, I like to think every chance I’ve ever been, uh Threatened with resistance, he met resistance
And not just me but it goes down my family tree
You know what I say, it’s in my veins to fight back

Well how long do you think it’ll be before niggas be like
“We’re waging a war, I’m waging a war I can’t win
And I want to give it all up”

In this country, a black man only has like
5 years we can exhibit maximum resistance
And it’s right now while you’re a teenager, while you’re still strong
While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna fight back
‘Cause once you’re 30 it’s like
They take a man’s heart and soul
Of a black man, in this country
And you don’t wanna fight anymore
And if you don’t believe me, you can look around
You don’t see fat 30 year old motherfuckers

It’s crazy, because me being one of your offspring
Of the legacy you left behind, I can truly tell you that
There’s nothing but restlessness, so I wanted to ask you
What do you think is the future for me and my generation today?

I think these niggas sick of grabbing shit from the stores
And the next time it’s a riot, it’ll be like, uh, a bloodbath
For real, I don’t think America knows
I think America thinks we’re playing fair
And it’s gonna be played a little more but
It’s not going to be to play
It’s gonna be murder, you know what I mean?
Gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, in that motherfucker
you know what i am