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Black Panther: The Album Soundtrack Lyrics



Black Panther: The Album Soundtrack Lyrics






Kendrick Lamar - Black Panther

Wait

King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland
King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again
King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin'
King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watchin'
King of the culture, king of the soldiers, king of the bloodshed
King of the wisdom, king of the ocean, king of the respect
King of the optimistics and dreamers that go and get it
King of the winners, district, and geniuses with conviction
King of the fighters, king of the fathers, king of the belated
King of the answer, king of the problem, king of the forsaken
King of the empathy, you resent me, king of remorse
King of my enemies, may they father feed, I rejoice
King of the skyscrapers, dodging haters, broke religion
Nine faces, go against 'em, I erased 'em with precision
I embrace them with collision
Kings did it, king vision, Black Panther, King Kendrick
All hail the king, I dropped a million tears
I know several responsibilities put me here
I don't pedal backwards but I live old-fashioned
The lens that I'm looking through won't prescribe me the right glasses, masses are now free
Ashes I'm dumpin' out, 'bout to spread all 'cross seas
Sisters and brother in unison, not because of me
Because we don't glue with the opposition, we glue with peace
And I'm still gon' f*ck up your organization if any beef
What do you stand for?
Are you an activist? What are your city plans for?
Are you an accident? Are you just in the way?
Your native tongue contradictin' what your body language say
Are you a king or you jokin'? Are you a king or you posin'?
Are you a king or you smokin' bud rocks to keep you open?
Because the king don't cry, king don't die
King don't lie, king give heart, king get by, king don't fall
Kingdom come, when I come, you know why
King, king, king, king, I am T'Challa!
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Writer: Kendrick Lamar, Mark Spears, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Kendrick Lamar - All The Stars

[Kendrick Lamar]
Love, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you

[SZA]
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars approach you, all the stars approach you, all the stars approach you
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

[Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me what you gon' do to me
Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me
You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue
But you can't bring the truth to me
F*ck you and all your expectations
I don't even want your congratulations
I recognize your false confidence
And calculated promises all in your conversation
I hate people that feel entitled
Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you
Oh, you important?
You the moral to the story? You endorsin'?
Motherf*cker, I don't even like you
Corrupt a man's heart with a gift
That's how you find out who you dealin' with
A small percentage who I'm buildin' with
I want the credit if I'm losin' or I'm winnin'
On my momma, that's the realest shit


[Kendrick Lamar]
Love, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you

[SZA]
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars approach you, all the stars approach you, all the stars approach you
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

Skin covered with ego
Get to talkin' like a end-forth, like a rebound
No control, no off switch
In the way that you bringin' me down
It's a turn on, get it away from me
Know you mean wrong, keep away from me
And it's all wrong, get it away from me, yeah
I just cry for no reason
I just pray for no reason
I just thank for the life, for the day
For the hours and another life breathin'
How did it all go to feel good?
You could live it all if you feel bad
Better live your life
We were runnin' out of time

[Kendrick Lamar & SZA]
Love, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you

[SZA]
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars approach you, all the stars approach you, all the stars approach you
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
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Writer: Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Al Shuckburgh, Solána Rowe, Anthony Tiffith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




ScHoolboy Q - X

[ Featuring 2 Chainz, Saudi ]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)
Somebody on they way (hol' up)
I wore the crown all day (hol' up)
Somebody can't relate (Black Panther) (hol' up)
Stay down, with no faking
Go up, top-down
I've been racing (go up)
She wild and dangerous (go up)
My crowd in rotation
Yeah!
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (wait)
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet?
I live on ten (wait)
But are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up

F*ck-up indawo (whoa)
Come tear this shit down
I see double cups (Yonke indawo)
O'volovolo (Yonke indawo)
Benjamin Franklin phezulu koMadiba (No-more)
So tough on the jungle
I keep the piece on me, I leave you puzzled
Ngiphethe ucherry we ngamla, black card on her
Money longer than hair on her
In her mouth like cavity
And I'm higher than her dad's salary
Saudi, are you on ten yet?
Phuza i-Lean, smoking, you know popping Xanax
Ngiphaphazeke ngathi i-10 nil
You're soul-searching if you're looking for me
Somebody ngiph' indwangu netissue, I'm drippin'
Somebody's daughter finna swallow all these children
Imali is my Achilles heel, yeah
I race you to a hundred million

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)
Somebody on they way (hol' up)
I wore the crown all day (hol' up)
Somebody can't relate (hol' up)
Stay down, with no faking
Go up, top-down
I've been racing (go up)
She wild and dangerous (go up)
My crowd in rotation
Yeah!
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (wait)
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet?
I live on ten (wait)
But are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up, hol' up)
Do you have Henn' yet?
Jewelry on Windex (woo!)
Eighty, my Rolex
Might Maybach the Benz
Two door coming out, black on black again
I might gold the trim
I might built the wind
I don't exit here
Too much flexing here
(Go-go gadget this)
Too much bread to get
I've been stretching up, ain't no catching up
I don't rest enough, ugh
I don't plan for luck
I keep working hard
Who keep blessing us, ugh?
I'm on the ten and I need a ten
Nigga, done made 'em a M a week
Nigga, December been good to me
Not even Kendrick can humble me
Nigga too rich to go do the lease
Tryna become a way bigger Meech
Nigga, my tooth is like ten a piece
TDE family, the Genevesse
Her tits are C cup, her ass an A-plus
I got my grades up
I had no backup
Now run the check up
Now run the check up
And f*ck the place up
F*ck the place up, woo!

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)
Somebody on they way (hol' up)
I wore the crown all day (hol' up)
Somebody can't relate (hol' up)
Stay down, with no faking
Go up, top-down
I've been racing (go up)
She wild and dangerous (go up)
My crowd in rotation
Yeah!
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (wait)
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet?
I live on ten (wait)
But are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
Somebody, somebody, somebody, on ten

Originality, couple fatalities
Candied my car and it's sweet like a cavity
Saying they after me, ain't no one after me
Baby mama used to work at the Applebee's
Somebody call my phone, yeah
I'ma send their ass to voicemail
I don't even check my voicemail
Big weight, I'ma need a horse scale
F12, Berlinetta
I can wear shorts in the winter
Wore turtlenecks in the summer
This here is not for beginners
Digi-scale, fingernail, went to Hell, came back, went to jail
Left jail, went to Benihana, Kenny count the corner, got the swagger on me, yeah
Different fabric on me, yeah
Different choppers only, yeah
Married to the game, yeah
Holy matrimony, yeah
Boots upside your cranium
F*cked up someone's stage again
From strip clubs to stadiums
I took my shot and made it in

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)
Somebody on they way (hol' up)
I wore the crown all day(hol' up)
Somebody can't relate (hol' up)
Stay down, with no faking
Go up, top-down
I've been racing (go up)
She wild and dangerous (go up)
My crowd in rotation
Yeah!
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (wait)
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet?
I live on ten (wait)
But are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
F*ck the place up
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Writer: ANELE MBISHA, ANTHONY TIFFITH, KENDRICK LAMAR, MARK SPEARS, QUINCY MATTHEW HANLEY, RAMON IBANGA, TAUHEED EPPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Khalid - The Ways

[ Featuring Swae Lee ]

You say I'm trippin', bullshit
You're the one to make me do shit
You're the one to make me feel it
The feeling of stupid
I was in your corner
When you were putting me through shit
Now you wanna leave
No, you leaving me was foolish

You left me this scar on my heart
And I left you a brand new car
How nice of you, the price of true love
True love is absolute

So what more can I say?
You make me this way
What more can I say?
You make me this way

Yeah, all of these excuses
Say I'm the one that made you ruthless
But you're the reason I'm crazy
And with you I feel useless
I let you have it
You took me for granted
Always wanna play the victim
When they don't know the truth is

You left me this scar on my heart
When I'd never take it that far (oh)
Why would you say that it was true love
If true love is absolute, what more can I say?

What more can I say?
You make me this way
(You make me this way)
What more can I say?
(What can I say?)
You make me this way

I tried to stay the night
You won't let me inside
Oh, you push me away
You'll never change
Just another fight
Between you and your pride
Oh, what more can I say?
What more can I?

What more can I say? (Say)
You make me this way
You make me this way
What more can I say?
What more?
You make me this way (way)
Whoa, can't lie
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Writer: Gabriella Wilson, Khalid Donnel Robinson, Atilla Elci, Cam Lazar, Solomon Fagenson
Copyright: Lyrics © I LOVE HUMES, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Vince Staples - Opps

[ Featuring Yugen Blakrok ]

F*ck y'all want from me?
Y'all don't want money
Y'all don't want from me
Y'all wanna die in the chase of things
We all gon' die and break the thing
Trapped inside a burning church
Made it out alive
God know my worth
Raw face, Scarface, your face
More defeat, I know it hurts
20 of 'em
20 on call
Got 20 in my hand
Got 20 on judge
Gave 20 to my dog
Got 20 on girls
That'll f*ck you then (zoom zoom)
That'll f*ck you then f*ck you over
Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover
Take the heart you thought you had
Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab

Opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)
Takes all (you're dead to me)
(You're dead to me, you're dead to me)
You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me)
Don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
(You're dead to me)

Hey hey
Ready, set, go crazy
Here to finesse, you see I'm getting mines
Life hit a nigga with a lemon's lime
Like what at night we still committing crimes, spitting rhymes
Bought a coupe with the spinning rims, get inside
Bring a friend, bleeding hands from the genocide
Clean me up, beam me up to the other side
Brothers die, 'cause coons turn to butterflies
They don't wanna see me sittin' in the Benz
They don't wanna see me livin' on the end
Of the city in a citywide bend
Show no pity in the city full of sin
They don't wanna see me gettin' to the check
They just wanna see me swimming in the debt
Don't drown on ground wait until you hear
911, freeze (zoom zoom) dead

Opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)
Takes all (you're dead to me)
(You're dead to me, you're dead to me)
You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me)
Don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
(You're dead to me)

I move like a millipede
When I flex them tendons like rubber trees
Young Millie Jackson back to the shit
Mouthpiece drawn, got a verbal armory
Stack bodies, not figurines
Move beneath the surface, submarine
I'm half machine, obscene with a light sword
Look inside the brain, it's a ride in the psych ward
What you standing on the side for?
Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg
Spit slick, attack is subliminal
Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister
Stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal
Gotham city streets I'll blame the
Crushing any system, that belittles us
Antidote to every poison they administer
Switch it like time signatures
Colours in my aura tend cover the perimeter
Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through
Hi-rez lasers wanna (zoom, zoom, zoom)
Roll over your eyes
My strength ain't nothing like my size
Blades on the top, Kathleen Cleaver
Tangle my chords like a weaver

Opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)
Takes all (you're dead to me)
(You're dead to me, you're dead to me)
You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me)
Don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
(You're dead to me)
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Writer: Kendrick Lamar, Ludwig Goransson, Mark Anthony Spears, Vince Staples
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Jorja Smith - I Am

Try it if it feels right (try it if it feels)
If it feels right, yeah
When you try
Oh, oh

I'm tryin'
I'm just, I'm just
I been out here tryin' to see my homecomin'
And of course, somebody's always gonna say somethin'
Try and shoot me down for voicin' my own opinion
Triggerin' a part of me that's always been indifferent

And I know that we have asked for change
Don't be scared to put the fears to shame

When you know what you got
Sacrifice ain't that hard
Feel like dependin' on me
Sometimes we ain't meant to be free
When you know what you got
Sacrifice ain't that hard
Feel like dependin' on me
Sometimes we ain't meant to be free

Open up this letter, you ain't tryin' to be
You been blind to the subject but not blind to me
And I know that this margin ain't too small for me
Not too real, not too much anymore, not alone

And I know that we have asked for change
Don't be scared to put the fears to shame

When you know what you got
Sacrifice ain't that hard
Feel like dependin' on me
Sometimes we ain't meant to be free
When you know what you got
Sacrifice ain't that hard
Feel like dependin' on me
Sometimes we ain't meant to be free

If who I am offends you
Don't feel sorry
Don't feel, don't feel sorry
Don't feel, don't feel sorry
My loss is worth more than your wins
I'm satisfied if it starts to look in
That is everything, that is everything, that is everything
That is everything
That is everything
I try to make it stop
I pray it will stop
I try to make it stop
I pray it will stop
I, stop
I know what you are
I try to make it stop
I pray it will stop
I try to make it stop
I pray it will stop
I try to make it stop
I pray it will stop
I, stop
I am what you not
I try to make it stop
I pray it will stop
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Writer: Jorja Smith, Kendrick Lamar, Mark Anthony Spears
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




SOB - Paramedic!

[ Featuring RBE ]

I am Killmonger
No one's perfect
But no one's worthless
We ain't deserving of everything Heaven and Earth is
But word is, good
(This is my home)

Said, no one's perfect
But no one's worthless
We ain't deserving of everything Heaven and Earth is
But word is, good
(Northern California)

Ay, they better call a paramedic in the street
I got leverage in the street
I'm a California nigga and I'm heavy in the streets

.22 or .23, I'm heavy with the heat
Hit you with this chop, paramedics can't save you (can't save you)
Really in field c'mon boy, know that ain't you (no, it ain't you)
2018 hell nah, I ain't gon fade you, gon' paint you
TDE and SOB we can't lose
Niggas bitch made
That's just something I can't relate to (can't relate to)
Turn on the gang
That's just something that I can't do (no, I can't do)
Fall out over a bitch
That's just something that I can't do (no, I can't do)
Rip every beat I get on, I was made to (I was made to)
Glock get to growling, something like a black panther
Tryna touch a mil, f*ck saying, "Get yo bands up"
F*cking with the gang, yeah I had to man up
One fist in the air, I ain't finna put my hands up

I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would
I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would
I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would
I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would

Got shooters tappin' in, nigga, for them bands, nigga
West coast niggas, yeah, they blowin' fans, nigga
I know I'm the man, baby, bring your friends with you
Puttin' points up while you in the stands, nigga
But I be stuck in these streets, you in the background
Ever since they took my brother gotta pack rounds
Sorry momma, two bales, took a bad route
I done got my bands up, a nigga stacked now
But we been still O.T. on that bullshit (on that bullshit)
I don't wanna have to do it, empty full clips (empty full clips)
Why these niggas talkin' robbin', they don't do shit
High Cali niggas tapped in, we'll cook shit
Bust down on my neck, niggas reach gettin' stretched
Rockin' with this TEC, niggas better wear a vest
Last year I was broke, young nigga in the Crest
Now a show 20 better, broke niggas keep the rest

I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would
I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would
I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would
I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would
(DaBoii)

California nigga and I'm heavy in these streets
If you don't keep a pole, how you ready when there's beef? (If you don't keep a pole)
Lil' nigga think he cut, yeah I bet the nigga freeze
If that nigga want me dead, I can't let that nigga breathe

Want me gone, send a shot, like the real kind
These niggas actin' like they tough when they real kind
Thumbin' through a 100 racks just to kill time
They got a nigga at the edge but I feel fine
But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it
If your man's tour last year, yeah I play wit' 'em
One whole wood to the next, it's an eighth in it
New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake nigga
A lot of shit on my mind, make me think a lot
Why it's hard for me to smile? 'Cus I seen a lot
You ain't really in the field, you just tweet a lot
If we ain't on the same page you can kick a lock out, bitch!

And I been really tryna keep the peace
But I'm a north Vallejo nigga and I'm heavy in the streets
I was raised by my grannie and the gangsters
So at 8 I made the choice I'ma forever be a G, and
I don't really like to talk
I remember we was broke and I don't really like to walk, nigga
Now I ride around in foreign cars
And I put on for my team who was with me from the start, nigga
I don't play games, stitch lip, I don't say names
She want a dog I'm a great dane
I got great aim, Ice Age on my damn chain
My momma told me keep a stash for the damn rain
They ain't wanna see me win 'cus I'm black
So I pulled up in that all black Benz in the back
If you need someone to call I'm the man for the task
You ain't standing for the 'cause meet the man in the mask
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Writer: Kevin Gomringer, Mark Anthony Spears, Tim Gomringer, Anthony Tiffith, Dacoury Natche, George Harris, Jabbar Armon Brown, Juwon Lee, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Wayman Zachariah Jr. Barrow, Zacari Pacaldo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Ab-Soul - Bloody Waters

[ Featuring Anderson .Paak, James Blake ]

Meet the man in the mask
Meet the man in the mask

All those days and all that stays and
I don't keep it
I won't be here for it
All those days and all that stays and
I don't keep it though
I won't be here for it

Yes Lord, huh
Hail Mary's in the sky
Bossed up, let's get buried alive
Head on the throne 'cause that's where I reside (reside)
Ways of the world that we won't survive
Something's in the water (water)
My nigga we lawless (lawless)
Please move with caution
Who set the fairway? (Fairway)
Damn right I need all this (all this)
Yeah, Jack, I need all this, eyy

Hittas acquitted with fingerprints on the Glock
Screamin' we gon' make it like two-thirds of The LOX
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Blah blah, he comes, blah blah

Blood on my hands I'ma need hot agua
You gon' meet your maker I won't say it in Patois
Hope I strike a nerve like a pack of matches
You might wanna bypass, this smoke ain't gas trick
A prince-turned-pauper trying to do like kings do
Sweating in chess games try move like kings move
You should slow your roll before you drown in the moat
He tried to channel balance but never found the remote
Killers on the prowl still juggin' off a lick
Stealing, with a double for his
Common politics, everlasting mayhem
Draw to stick you for your figures, that's how they hang man
So what's your game plan, if you got one?
You aimin' at passengers with a shotgun? (Woah)
The aftermath is you in the scope
It's warfare, is war fair? (No)
You understand? It's probably better you don't
Just keep a dock on standby, charter a boat
Ship set sailing, planes depart
The big picture's in motion, are you playing your part?
Before the lights get dark and the curtains get closed
Are you playing your role?
As told by an organized criminal
And general, get off my genitals, I got your general

Hail Mary's in the sky
Bossed up, let's get buried alive
Head on the throne 'cause that's where I reside (reside)
Ways of the world that we won't survive
Something's in the water (the water)
My nigga we lawless (lawless)
Please move with caution
Who set the fairway? (Fairway)
Damn right I need all this (all this)
Yeah, Jack, I need all this

I had to be about 9 when I first had seen it
Low lows pulled up outside of the Ralph's
After a car show at Dominguez
They had a disagreement, they had to air out
Just another day in Del Amo
Fo' sho man down, mando
Thank God I never had to knock your partner off
Or be an another casualty of war, Amen
There's 4 footprints in the sand where I walk
I never claimed to be a saint at all
Four Russians trippin' with hollow tips
And a Kalashnikov, ain't that y'all
No, Soulo hoe, kept it clean
Riding dirty, jury would have gave me thirty
Herbie love buggin' out, hit the target blindfolded
Electorial college devoted
To hit the score, to write the score, that's not a metaphor
Raging against the machinery, taping up the scenery
You gotta keep the piece, to keep the peace
Got dough, squad up and mopped the block up for a cleaning fee

I don't need you to change
I don't need you to change yourself (get, get away)
But I've got get away (get, get away)
But I've got get away from it all
Be as free as you can
Be as free as you can away from me
I tried to be a saint like everybody else
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Writer: Herbert Stevens, James Blake Litherland, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Robin Hannibal Moelsted Braun
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Jay Rock - Kings Dead


Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

And it's like that, lil' bitch
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' bitch
Do it bite back, lil' bitch? Need two life jackets, lil' bitch
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought a '83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
F*ck his baby mama, tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?)
I got big dawg status, it ain't no secret

La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I'm on a roll, and I put that on the gang

Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

Changes
Is you gon' do something about it?
What you want?

Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria, but I don't see it
I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic, tapped in when I'm maxed in
Comp-Town with the MAC-10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin' everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "nope," I was like, "boo yaow, boo yaow"
(Yeah God)
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
F*ck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
F*ck your moral, f*ck your family, f*ck your tribe
F*ck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Axel Albert Morgan, Mark Anthony Spears, Michael Len Williams, James Blake Litherland, Antwon Hicks, Johnny McKinzie, Samuel Gloade, Anthony Tiffith, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Travis Walton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Zacari - Redemption Interlude

[Zacari]
You love it when I fall on my face
Don't act so surprised when
I'm in, oh, rightful places
Ain't it righteous? Amen (amen)

This time around, there's time to turn it around
This time around, there's still time to turn it around
This time around, there's always time to turn it around
This time around (this time around)

[Hykeem Carter & Kendrick Lamar]
Sky keep fallin' down, fallin' down (Black Panther)
I keep fallin' down, fallin' down
I keep fallin' down, fallin' down
Sky keep fallin' down
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: ANTHONY TIFFITH, HYKEEM CARTER, KENDRICK LAMAR, ZACARI PACALDO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Zacari - Redemption

[ Featuring Babes Wodumo ]

Vete al carajo y mamame la tota

Two wrongs don't make us right away
Tell me something's wrong
Party all of our lives away
To take you on

Oh, baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah

All night (all night, all night)
All night
Your body's on fire
And your drinks on ice
All night (all night, all night)
All night
Your body's on fire
And your drinks on ice

Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word (oh my gosh)
Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word (oh my gosh)
Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word (oh my gosh)
Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word (oh my gosh)
Everybody say, "Kikirikikiki" (kikiritikiki)
Everybody say, "Kikirikikiki" (kikiritikiki)
Everybody say, "Kikirikikiki" (kikiritikiki)
Everybody say, "Kikirikikiki" (kikiritikiki)
Ung'bambe, ung'dedele, Ung'bhasobhe, ung'gudluke
Ung'bambe, ung'dedele, Ung'bhasobhe, ung'gudluke
Ung'bambe, ung'dedele, Ung'bhasobhe, ung'gudluke
Ung'bambe, ung'dedele, Ung'bhasobhe, ung'gudluke

Baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah

All night (all night, all night)
All night
Your body's on fire
And your drinks on ice
All night (all night, all night)
All night
Your body's on fire
And your drinks on

(We go)
High up, high up, high up, high up
Higher than, higher than, higher than, higher than
High up, high up, high up, high up
Higher than, higher than, higher than, higher than

Umas'thwel' umthwalo
Aw wey'nkwezeli
S'gijima zonk' inkalo
Singamaqhawe
Singamadoda amakhul'
Eh halala
S'dumis' izulu
Halala ho!

Baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah

Baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I want you
Baby, I need you
I wanna see you
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
Baby, I wanna go out yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kendrick Lamar, Kurtis McKenzie, Michael Orabiyi Riley, Teddy Walton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Mozzy - Seasons

[ Featuring Sjava, Reason ]

Seasons change
There's still time for us to run away
Seasons change
There's still time for us to run away
Seasons

San'bonan endlini
Sjava kajama Indlalifa igama ley'nsizwa
Mina, ng'phuma le enzansi, kwafel ubala
Insizwa uma ina-thirty five kthiwa is' indala
Laph' eng'phuma khona maw'phuma khona bathi aw'fiki la
Ngyamangala uma ngi-la
Bebathi ng'yophelel emoyeni, beba right
Manje ngiy'nkanyezi
Njengoba ngik'tshela ngempilo yami
Ng'funa uthathe nayi imfundiso yami (lalela la wena)
Ithemba alibulali
Ukube l'yabulala ngabe nihamba phez'kwami

Poverty
Jealousy
Negativity
Ngith' ak'nandawo la
Go away (far away)
Poverty
Jealousy
Negativity
Ngith' ak'nandawo la
Go away (far away)

I cry with lil' brotha, got high and watched the sunrise
Wiggle on 'em if it's One Time they done hung all of my people
I love all of my people, I'm in the slums with all of my people
They trynna tell us that we all equal
We gettin' no justice so it ain't peaceful
They could bluff you, they could beat you
Paid attorney we gon' need it
Momma told me there was demons, she ain't never lied on her Jesus
She worked her ass off just to feed us
She went to Ross to cop the new Adidas
She used to tap in with all the teachers
They wasn't teaching nothin' it's no secret
Whole lotta grind, lil' niggas beefin'
We gotta keep it or end up a victim
Trapped in the system, trafficking drugs
Modern-day slavery, African thugs
We go to war for this African blood
We go to war for this African blood
When I put niggas on it was all out of love
You was disloyal, can't call it no love

Poverty
Jealousy
Negativity
Ngith' ak'nandawo la
Go away (far away)

(Season change)
You know we at the stove with it, we stove whippin', my niggas know we gon' get it
(Season change)
Dodgin' cops f*ck around and get locked you never comin' home with it
Look, my nigga, I came from the sewer
Don't shit on my past you ain't come from manure
You see Reason and you see LA, but bitch I ain't come for no ruin
Just know all of my niggas we struggled for it, had to hustle for it, cried puddles for it
My pops watch his sister get locked for it
I done seen my niggas get popped for it like
Gimme that, I carry the llama like a piggyback
I carry my city like guilt that ain't got no forgiveness
No way out, shit we locked in the system
Catch a case and they not gon' forgive ya
White skin, you be out before Christmas
Shit, auntie missed eight of those days
Tears from me had to pray those days, had to slave those days
Shit, we had to hit up a couple hood-give-aways those days
Thank God for every inch that he gave us
Thank God for everything 'cause he made us
Like when that car bent the block, brock, brock, brock
Hit the homie but we made it, so he already saved us
Thinkin' that he could've died nigga
We was praying to the sky and his mother cried rivers
Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to get revenge
Had to drop but his popped and they killed him
Worst part is that it sound so familiar

I am T'Challa
I am Killmonger
One world, one God, one family
Celebration
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adam Feeney, Anthony Tiffith, Robert Gillespie, Jabulane Makhubo, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Kendrick Lamar - Big Shot

[ Featuring Travis Scott ]

Wakanda, welcome

Big shot, hol' up, wait, peanut butter insides (no)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Big shot, big shot, (hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (hol' on)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Serve that work for Kung-Fu Kenny
Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty
Got them, got her, got more, got Benji (yeah)
Top off gettin' topped-off in the city
Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy
Pop off and I pop back like Fiddy (yeah)
I hit the ceiling and forgot about the floor (yeah)
Brand so big, got my haters on the ropes (yeah)
This be the wave, plus I live on the coast (yeah)
When I touch a bag, young nigga do the most (yeah)
Mmm, woo, and I Wakanda flex
And you know what time it is (yeah)
But don't know what grindin' is
Baby, I care, baby, I swear
Only one real nigga here
Only two real niggas here (yeah)

Big shot, hol' up, wait, peanut butter insides (no)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Big shot, big shot, (hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (hol' on)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Big shots (yeah)
Purped up, syrup'd up, nigga, like Pimp C
Flight suit, 'bouta slide down space city
Top down, she down under like Iggy (yeah, it's lit)
Lockjaw when the night-call too litty
Knockoff, get your rocks off, got plenty
Got rocks, got Jay's, got 'Ye, got Lenny (yeah)
I need my engine, she need extensions (yeah)
Don't be the center-attention, just play your position (straight up)
Got my life on a yacht mission 'cause they been a vision (yeah, yeah)
Runnin' through these waves like I'm Moses out the booth
Hop out the trees, whippin' a frog and it leap
Foggy, can't breathe, Vacheron over Philippe (alright)
Out in the street (yeah), chill with the gang, make it sweet
Big shots, yeah (do-do-do-do)
Forget your name like I'm Steve

Big shot, hol' up, wait, peanut butter insides (no)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Big shot, big shot, (hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (hol' on)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kendrick Lamar, Jacques Webster, Mark Spears, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Brock Korsan, Ronald LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Weeknd - Pray for Me

I'm always ready for a war again (a war again)
Go down that road again (that road again)
It's all the same (it's all the same)
I'm always ready to take a life again
You know I'll ride again
It's all the same (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Tell me who's gon' save me from myself
When this life is all I know
Tell me who's gon' save me from this hell
Without you, I'm all alone

Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?)
Take my pain for me? (Take my pain for me?)
Save my soul for me? (Save my soul for me?)
'Cause I'm alone, you see (I'm alone, you see)
If I'm gon' die for you (if I'm gon' die for you)
If I'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you)
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey

I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself
I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left
I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept
I'm tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps
Life a livin' hell, puddles of blood in the streets
Shooters on top of the building, government aid ain't relief
Earthquake, the body drop, the ground breaks
The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface
Who need a hero? (Hero)
You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero
Who on the front lines at ground zero? (Hero)
My heart don't skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle
Mass destruction and mass corruption
The souls of sufferin' men
Clutchin' on deaf ears again, rapture is comin'
It's all prophecy and if I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good
Then that's what it gotta be

Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?)
Take my pain for me? (Take my pain for me?)
Save my soul for me? (Save my soul for me?)
'Cause I'm alone, you see (I'm alone, you see)
If I'm gon' die for you (if I'm gon' die for you)
If I'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you)
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey

Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?)
Take my pain for me? (Take my pain for me?)
Save my soul for me? (Save my soul for me?)
'Cause I'm alone, you see (I'm alone, you see)
If I'm gon' die for you (if I'm gon' die for you)
If I'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you)
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey

Just in case my faith go
I live by my own law
I live by my own law
I live by my own
Just in case my faith go
I live by my own law
I live by my own law
I live by my own
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Adam King Feeney, Kendrick Lamar, Martin McKinney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






The soundtrack for the 2018 American superhero film Black Panther, based on the Marvel Comics character of the same name and produced by Marvel Studios, consists of an original score composed by Ludwig Göransson and original songs performed or curated by Kendrick Lamar. Göransson worked on all of director Ryan Coogler's previous films, while Lamar and Coogler had previously discussed collaborating and the musician agreed to perform several songs for the film after seeing an early version of it.

After reading the film's script, Göransson traveled to Africa to research traditional African music for the film. He went on tour with Senegalese musician Baaba Maal, and recorded performances by Maal and other African musicians for use in the score. Notably, Göransson used recordings of talking drums and a tambin for character themes in the film, while Maal sung an original song for the opening of the score.

Göransson combined these traditional African elements with the classical orchestra that is often used in superhero films. The orchestra was recorded at Abbey Road Studios, along with a choir singing in the Xhosa language.

Wanting to match the film in terms of addressing important themes, Lamar decided to produce a full curated soundtrack album rather than just the few songs requested by Coogler. Because of the film's set release schedule, Lamar had less time to work on the album than he usually would. He began work with producer Sounwave while on tour, before completing the individual songs in collaboration with many different artists. One of these collaborators was Göransson, who worked on one of the songs and included elements from the album in the score. Coogler felt the album became its own piece of art rather than just a tie-in to the film.

Lamar's soundtrack was released as Black Panther: The Album by Interscope Records on February 9, 2018, to large sales, including the top position on the Billboard 200 chart. It was praised by many critics as a milestone for film soundtracks due to its ideas and lyrics, but it was considered by some to be weaker than Lamar's solo work.

Göransson's score was released as Black Panther (Original Score) by Hollywood Records on February 16, and received praise for being unique among Marvel Cinematic Universe scores due to its authentic African elements and thematic material, though the album presentation was criticized as too long.

It won Best Original Score awards at the Academy Awards and the Grammy Awards, while the song "King's Dead" from Lamar's album also won a Grammy.
Genre(s): Hip hop, gqom, trap, R&B, African trap music, pop rap
Producer(s): Kendrick Lamar, 30 Roc, Aaron Bow, Al Shux, Axelfolie, Baby Keem, BadBadNotGood, Cardo, Cubeatz, DJ Dahi, Doc McKinney, Frank Dukes, Illmind, Kurtis McKenzie, Ludwig Göransson, Matt Schaeffer, Mike Will Made It, Robin Hannibal, Rascal, Scribz Riley, Sounwave, Teddy Walton, Twon Beatz
Length: 49:12
Released: February 9th, 2018
Year: 2018

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