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Kendrick Lamar

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ignorance Is Bliss Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

Lord forgive me 

 

Kill him where he stand or stand over him shake his hand 

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block 

Then blam I ain't backing down for nothing 

I'm a back 'em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand 

Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man 

Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner, 

ners comfort your mama, mama he's dead, 

The next morning high toasted up with my homies 

We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh 

You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton 

Ask me what I have accomplished 

I don't know I don't have conscience 

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting 

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something 

Protect ya neck cause they comin' for set respects split your onion 

Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics 

Cause ignorance is bliss 

 

Now everybody put your hands up high 

 

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If you don't give a fuck put your hands up high 

This the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far 

And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off 

We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I'll dish off 

Until the day I pistol whip you posers till ya'll pissed off 

Then peel off, in a hooptie 

Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me 

And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me 

Indubitably I'm too street 

Indubitably I'm a do me 

Better than your bitch would 

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks 

And I'm good 

I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm 

Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent 

No tarot card reading I'm foreseeing you niggas vanish 

Not only from the rap game, I'm including the planet 

Cats so watered down clowns can sink Titanic 

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic 

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged 

Die young, corpse identified by your parents 

Apparently you a parrot 

Mocking me and my blueprint 

But I won't share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff 

Stop it, I'm hearin' the comments 

The critics are calling me conscious 

But truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton 

 

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So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common? 

Proves, that ignorance is bliss 

 

Now everybody put your hands up high 

If you don't give a fuck put your hands up high 

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far 

And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off 

This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball 

And they wonder why these California earthquakes hit so hard 

I'm so-Cal, you so called 

Rappers need to go call 

Ghostbusters to shoot busters I'm Casper when I go off 

I show up, to show out to show off 

You a hundred percent behind me 

And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene 

I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me 

Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me 

Backin' down boggins 

Backin' down bitches 

We gon' flip her once she off that blue dolphin 

You gon' tip her 

Cause ignorance is bliss 

And Willy B I'm a fool on yo beats, I bleed out the speaker 

As the speaker that spoke when they done speak 

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