Songtexte Murda - Kendrick Lamar

Yeah, yeah, yeah
They ain't ready for this one
Straight out the shadows, I'm back with the flame
M-U-R-D-A, put respect on the name

MURDA—every bar like a shot to the dome (boom!)
MURDA—every step like a king on the throne (yeah!)
MURDA—I ain't playin', put my city on the map
If they talkin', let 'em talk, I ain't never lookin' back (nah!)

Look came from the dirt, had to climb my way up
Now my wrist is looking cold, but my heart stays tough
I don't play with these lames, they just talk, they just bluff
When I step in the booth, man, I level it up (whoo!)

Ghost mode, ridin' through the night, no trace
Big moves, got 'em all shook, no case
I ain't talkin' on the net, boy, I say it to your face
See the fear in your eyes when I step up in the place (what!)

Uh, run it up, run it up, counting these racks (racks!)
Hunnid deep in the cut, we ain't never lookin' back (nah!)
They be talkin' like they 'bout it, but we know it's all cap
Every time I drop a track, it's a certified slap (whoo!)

MURDA—every bar like a shot to the dome (boom!)
MURDA—every step like a king on the throne (yeah!)
MURDA—I ain't playin', put my city on the map
If they talkin', let 'em talk, I ain't never lookin' back (nah!)

They are praying for my fall, but the grind doesn't stop (stop!)
Tryna box me in? I break out like a Glock (blow)
Ain't no gimmicks in my lyrics, boy, I came from the block
You just flexin' for the 'Gram, we been stackin' real guap (facts!)

Uh, dark days, had to get it on my own (own!)
Now the chain heavy, got the bag full of stones (stones!)
I don't do fake love, I don't answer fake phones (nah!)
If you weren't with me then, don't be callin' when I'm on (whoo!)

They don't wanna see me win, but I rise, but I rise
Made it out of the struggle, now my name is too high
They said real, but they switched, I ain't blind, I ain't blind
If it's war, then it's war—better pick your side

MURDA—every bar like a shot to the dome (boom!)
MURDA—every step like a king on the throne (yeah!)
MURDA—I ain't playin', put my city on the map
If they talkin', let 'em talk, I ain't never lookin' back (nah!)

M-U-R-D-A, yeah, you know the name
Big boss moves, I ain't in it for the fame
They were sleeping on me then, now they tryna ride the wave
But it's murda when I step, put 'em all in the grave—(GRRR!)