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Kendrick Lamar – m.A.A.d city (Animated Music Video)

Kendrick Lamar – m.A.A.d city (Animated Music Video)

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I decided to animate part of one of Kendrick Lamar’s greatest songs in order to celebrate the 4 year anniversary of good kid, m.a.a.d city. I hope you enjoy.

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  1. lyrics:
    If Pirus and Crips all got along

    They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

    Seem like the whole city go against me

    Every time I'm in the street I hear

    "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"

    Man down, where you from, nigga?

    Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?

    Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?

    This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga

    Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

    This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine

    This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain

    Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain

    It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans

    It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh

    Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance

    With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed

    Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out

    At the same burger stand where – hang out

    Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it

    But ever since that day, I was looking at him different

    That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9

    Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime

    Pack a van with four guns at a time

    With the sliding door, fuck is up?

    Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?

    Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers

    Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from

    AK's, AR's, "Ayy y'all, duck"

    That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch

    Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose

    You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce

    Now crawl your head in that noose

    You wind up dead on the news

    Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve

    Bodies on top of bodies

    IVs on top of IVs

    Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys

    When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct

    Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect

    They say the governor collect all of our taxes except

    When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat

    You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC

    Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city

    Man down, where you from, nigga?

    Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?

    Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?

    This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga

    If Pirus and Crips all got along

    They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

    Seem like the whole city go against me

    Every time I'm in the street I hear

    "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk"

    Wake your punk ass up

    It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah

    Real simple and plain

    Let me teach you some lessons about the street

    (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)

    It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do

    Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad

    Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad

    Reality struck, I seen the white car crash

    Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed

    My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him

    Security guard for a month and ended up leaving

    In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends

    To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in

    Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up

    Cocaine laced in marijuana

    And they wonder why I rarely smoke now

    Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth

    I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even

    I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding

    You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life

    Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice

    G-yeah, cocaine, weed

    Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc

    Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip

    Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit

    One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in

    Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton

    I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)

    The hood took me under so I follow the rules

    But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang

    And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing

    Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me

    A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)

    Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can

    Shots in the crowd then everybody ran

    Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave

    Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave

    Mount up, regulators in the whip

    Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)

    Trip, we in the hood still

    So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)

    Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand

    And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand

    If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen

    Would you believe me?

    Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street

    With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?

    If I mentioned all of my skeletons

    Would you jump in the seat?

    Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?

    And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep

    With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor

    Instead of boy with a chopper

    That hold the cul-de-sac hostage

    Kill 'em all if they gossip

    The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing

    The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins

    Constantly drinking and drive

    Hit the powder then watch this flame

    That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim

    And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits

    A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects

    I live inside the belly of the rough

    Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?

    M.A.A.d city

    Compton

    Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn

    You ain't the one that got fucked up

    What you holding it for?

    Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit

    Nigga, that ain't no word

    Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?

    Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that

  2. If Pirus and Crips all got along
    They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
    Seem like the whole city go against me
    Every time I'm in the street I hear
    "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"
    "Man down
    Where you from, nigga?"
    "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
    "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
    "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"
    Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
    This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
    This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
    Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
    It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
    It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self
    Uh, Warriors and Conans
    Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
    The driver seat the first one to get killed
    Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
    At the same burger stand where-, hang out
    Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it
    But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different
    That was back when I was nine
    Joey packed the nine
    Pakistan on every porch is fine
    We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
    With the sliding door, fuck is up?
    Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?
    Pickin' up the fuckin' pump
    Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
    A wall of bullets comin' from
    Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck"
    That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch
    Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
    You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce
    Now crawl yo' head in that noose
    You wind up dead on the news
    Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'
    Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
    Iv's on top of IV's
    Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
    When you hop on that trolley
    Make sure your color's correct
    Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
    They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
    When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
    You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
    Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
    M.a.a.d city
    "Man down
    Where you from, nigga?"
    "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
    "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
    "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"
    If Pirus and Crips all got along
    They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
    Seem like the whole city go against me
    Every time I'm in the street I hear
    "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!
    Wake yo' punk ass up!
    It ain't nothin but a Compton thang
    Chyea
    Real simple and plain
    "Let me teach you some lessons about the street
    (Smoke somethin', nigga)
    Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)
    Ain't nothin but a Compton thang
    Chyea (we got five on it)
    How we do
    Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad
    Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad
    Reality struck I seen the white car crash
    Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)
    My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
    Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
    In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends
    To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
    Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
    Cocaine laced in marijuana
    And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
    Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
    I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
    I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
    You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
    Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)
    Cocaine, weed
    Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc
    Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip
    Make a nigga flip
    Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
    One time's crooked and shit
    Block a nigga in
    Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton
    I'm still in the hood
    Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)
    The hood took me under so I follow the rules
    But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
    And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
    Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
    A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
    Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can
    Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
    Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
    Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
    Mount up regulators in the whip
    Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)
    Trip, we in the hood still
    So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)
    Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
    And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand
    If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?
    Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
    With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
    If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
    Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
    And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
    With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
    Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
    Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
    They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins
    Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
    That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept
    is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit
    A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I
    live inside the belly of the rough
    Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)
    M.A.A.d city
    Compton
    Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn
    You ain't the one that got fucked up
    What you holdin' it for?
    Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit
    Nigga, that ain't no word
    Nigga, shut up
    Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?
    Don't even trip
    Just lay back and drink that

  3. Lyrics:

    If Pirus and Crips all got along
    They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
    Seem like the whole city go against me
    Every time I'm in the street I hear
    "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"
    "Man down
    Where you from, nigga?"
    "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
    "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
    "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"
    Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
    This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
    This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
    Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
    It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
    It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self
    Uh, Warriors and Conans
    Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
    The driver seat the first one to get killed
    Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
    At the same burger stand where-, hang out
    Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it
    But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different
    That was back when I was nine
    Joey packed the nine
    Pakistan on every porch is fine
    We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
    With the sliding door, fuck is up?
    Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?
    Pickin' up the fuckin' pump
    Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
    A wall of bullets comin' from
    Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck"
    That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch
    Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
    You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce
    Now crawl yo' head in that noose
    You wind up dead on the news
    Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'
    Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
    Iv's on top of IV's
    Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
    When you hop on that trolley
    Make sure your color's correct
    Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
    They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
    When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
    You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
    Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
    M.a.a.d city
    "Man down
    Where you from, nigga?"
    "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
    "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
    "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"
    If Pirus and Crips all got along
    They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
    Seem like the whole city go against me
    Every time I'm in the street I hear
    "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

  4. fun fact the legendary revolutionary fred hampton senior actually got the gangs of Chicago to work together and got a ceasefire from all them even the local kkk chapter think he would have liked this song

  5. My version:
    If chaos and serpents all got along, they'd probably cause an XK by the end of the song, seem like the whole foundation go against me, everytime im in the site i hear BREACH BREACH BREACH BREACH
    chaos: man down, where you from, nigga
    fuck who you know where you from my nigga?
    where ya mtf stay at huh my nigga?
    this containment breach now run my nigga
    Brace yourself i take you on a trip down evacuation lane. This is not a rap on how im containing scps or kill class d
    this is containment breach of the scps
    it was agent filner ulgra nager laner

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