Kendrick Lamar – King Kunta

Let the To Pimp A Butterfly leaks begin.

With Kendrick Lamar’s album arriving March 23rd, I’m sure everyone has been scouring the internet trying to get a taste of what’s to come on Kendrick’s highly anticipated album.

The track “King Kunta,” which Rolling Stone compared to the theme song to a ’70s blaxploitation flick, features a funky instrumental and some unapologetic bars from K-Dot.

I’m not sure how I feel about this one yet, I might need to give it a few more listens to see if it grows on me. I wasn’t on board with “I” either and that won two Grammys and made everyone’s top 10 list for 2014, so who knows.

Thoughts?

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    Kendrick Lamar - King Kunta Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I got a bone to pick
    I dont want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again
    (Aye aye nigga whats happenin' nigga, K Dot back in the hood nigga)
    I'm mad (He mad), but I ain't stressin'
    True friends, one question

    [Hook]
    Bitch 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
    Bitch 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

    [Verse 1]
    When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
    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 rapping, but a rapper with a ghost writer
    What the fuck happened?
    (Oh no) I swore I wouldn't tell
    But most of you share bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell
    (A two man cell)
    Something's in the water (Something's in the water)
    And if I got a brown nose for some gold then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2]
    When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
    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 enemies say...

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3]
    You goat mouth mammoth fucker
    I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves
    Everybody's suicidal they don't even need my help
    This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
    If I shoot at your identity 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 Betty Boo too
    Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin' woo woo
    Ah yeah fuck the judge
    I made it past 25 and there I was
    A little nappy headed nigga with the world behind him
    Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
    Screamin' "Annie are you ok? Annie are you ok?"
    Limo tinted with the gold plates
    Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
    From a peasant to a prince to a motherfucking king

    [Hook 2]
    Bitch where was you when I was walkin'-
    *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
    Bitch 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
    I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence

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