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.
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
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!
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
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
I love how this video was the first time I heard this song
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
New Kendrick Lamar adult swim show looking fire!!
Can we just agree if kendrick made a maad city video it would have been hard asf
Adult swim should air this
I always imagined a music video like this, dope
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
Thank you for this masterpiece
This is a piece of history right here
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!
This feels like a crackhead south park parody of maad city and i love it
Got the part with Mc Eiht please?
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
0:57 I understand everything from the video but one thing. What is that word that got bleeped out?
2:08 mesi
Jesus love’s everyone and died for everyone’s sin’s repent God Bless
South park vibes
YAWK YAWK YAWK YAWK
where yo grandma stay
Now I miss gangbangin
Happy I found the video again.
Browns Mexicans and native Americans 12 tribes of Israel we are God chosen people the real Hebrew Israelites of the earth
I been looking for this
ITS BACK UP
This song never gets old
Anyone knows what he used to animate this?
Legendary video
What do u use to animate
I fucking loved it
0:11 yeet yeet
everyone in this song except kendrick part GOATed
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
MC Eiht got dreads though.
Bro. Please get at me lootzjason2@gmail.com wanna know if you could do a animated music video for any 1 of my joints: https://soundcloud.com/jasonlootz/albums
South Park vibes
Haha