Kendrick Lamar - Xxx

^BmAmerica, God b^Emless you if it's go^God to you Am^A7erica, please take my han^Bmd Can you h^Emelp me underst— New Kung Fu Kenny

^BmI'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' ^BmI'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' Bm(let ring) I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!" X-rated ^BmJohnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo' ^BmJohnny said books ain't cool no mo' (no mo') ^BmJohnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterd^Bmay out hustlin' God bless America, you know we all love him ^BmYesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101 Said they k^Bmilled his only son because of insufficient funds He was s^Bmobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' ^Bmout his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done He said: "K^Bm-Dot, can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for me I k^Bmnow that you anointed, show me how to overcome." He was l^Bmookin' for some closure Hopin' I could bring him closer To the sp^Bmiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him "I can't su^Bmgarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel: If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed." Tell me w

N.C.

hat you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I'll w^Bmait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I'll cat^Bmch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I'll ^Bmchip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk mys^Bmelf to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"

N.C.

Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward I can't ev^Bmen keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be mur^Bmder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto ^Bmbird be on the street, paramedics on the dial Let s^Bmomebody touch my mama Touch my si^Bmster, touch my woman Touch my da^Bmddy, touch my n^Bmiece Touch my n^Bmephew, to^Bmuch ^Bmmy b^Bmrother You should ch^Bmip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Matter f^Bmact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention Call you back—

^BmAlright, kids, we're go^C#mnna talk about gun control ^Bm(Pray for me) Da^C#mmn!

^BmIt's not a pl^C#mace ^BmThis country i^C#ms to me a s^Bmound of drum and bass^C#m You close your e^Bmyes to look aro^C#mund

^BmHail Mary, J^C#mesus and Joseph The great Am^Bmerican flag Is wrapped and dr^C#magged with explosives ^BmCompulsive disorder, ^C#msons and daughters ^BmBarricaded blocks and borders ^C#mLook what you taught us! It's murder ^Bmon my street, your st^C#mreet, back streets Wall Stre^Bmet, corporate offices Banks, emp^C#mloyees, and bosses with ^BmHomicidal thoughts; Donald T^C#mrump's in office We lost ^BmBarack and promised to never d^C#moubt him again But is Ame^Bmrica honest, or do we b^C#mask in sin? ^BmPass the gin, I mix it with A^C#mmerican blood Then ^Bmbash him in, you Cri^C#mppin' or you married to blood? ^BmI'll ask again—oops—ac^C#mcident Bm C#m (till chorus) It's nasty when you set us up Then roll the dice, then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does

^BmIt's not a p^C#mlace ^BmThis country is ^C#mto me a s^Bmound of drum and ^C#mbass You ^Bmclose your eyes to look ar—