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grant schubert - kendrick lamar’s “king kunta” lyrics

[produced by sounwave; additional production by terrace martin]

[intro]
i got a bone to pick
i don’t want you monkey-mouth motherf-ckers sittin’ in my throne again
(ay, ay, what’s happenin’? k-dot back in the hood, n-gga!)
i’m mad (he mad!), but i ain’t stressin’
true friends, one question

[hook]
b-tch, where you when i was walkin’?
now i run the game got the whole world talkin’, king kunta
everybody wanna cut the legs off him, kunta
black man taking no losses, oh yeah
b-tch, where you when i was walkin’?
now i run the game, got the whole world talkin’, king kunta
everybody wanna cut the legs off him
when you got the yams… (what’s the yams?)

[verse 1]
the yam is the power that be
you can smell it when i’m walking down the street
(oh yes we can, oh yes we can)
i can dig rappin’
but a rapper with a ghost writer? what the f-ck happened?
(oh no!)
i swore i wouldn’t tell
but most of y’all sharing bars
like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell
(a two-man cell?)
somethin’s in the water
and if i gotta brown nose for some gold
then i’d rather be a bum than a motherf-ckin’ baller

[verse 2]
the yam brought it out of richard pryor
manipulated bill clinton with desires
24/7, 365 days times two, i was contemplatin’ gettin’ on stage
just to go back to the hood, see my enemy and say…

[verse 3]
(you goat-mouth mammyf-cker)
i was gonna k!ll a couple rappers but they did it to themselves
everybody’s suicidal, they ain’t even need my help
this sh-t is elementary, i’ll probably go to jail
if i shoot at your ident-ty and bounce to the left
stuck a flag in my city, everybody’s screamin’ “compton!”
i should probably run for mayor when i’m done, to be honest
and i put that on my mama and my baby boo too
twenty million walkin’ out the court buildin’, woo woo!
ah yeah, f-ck the judge, i made it past 25 and there i was
a little nappy-headed n-gga with the world behind him
life ain’t sh-t but a fat v-g-n-
screamin’ “annie, are you okay? annie, are you okay?”
limo tinted with the gold plates
straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
from a peasant to a prince to a motherf-ckin’ king

[hook 2]
b-tch where was you when i was-
-pop-
(by the time you hear the next pop, the funk shall be within you)
-pop-
now i run the game got the whole world talkin’, king kunta
everybody wanna cut the legs off him, (king) kunta
black man taking no losses, oh yeah
b-tch where was you when i was walkin’
now i run the game, got the whole world talkin’, king kunta
everybody wanna cut the legs off him

[outro]
(funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)
we want the funk
we want the funk
(now if i give you the funk, you gon’ take it)
we want the funk
(now if i give you the funk, you gon’ take it)
we want the funk
(now if i give you the funk, you gon’ take it)
we want the funk
(do you want the funk?)
we want the funk
(do you want the funk?)
we want the funk
(now if i give you the funk, you gon’ take it)
we want the funk

[poem]
i remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence

- grant schubert lyrics

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