Kendrick Lamar - “Untitled” (Colbert Report)
(What did the Asian say?)
“A piece of mind.”
That’s what the Asian said I needed; divine,
Intervention was his religion and now I’m surprised.
Him believing in Buddha, me believing in God.
Asked me what am I doing, he said “Taking my time.
Meditation is a must, it don’t hurt if you try.
See you thinking too much, plus you too full of yourself.
Worried about ya career, ever think of ya health?”
(What did the Indian say?)
“A piece of land.”
That’s what Indian said I need to demand.
Telling me longevity’s in the dirt.
Buy some property first.
Profit a better dollar, with generational perks.
Equity’s at it’s best.
Really you should invest.
These tangible things expire; don’t you expect,
Income with so much outcome - And yes,
Look at my heri-tage, we blessed.
(Now what the black man say?)
“A piece of nookie.”
That’s what the black man said I needed to push me,
To the limit. Satisfy my hunger.
Do it all for a woman.
Hair cut to a wool, we like to live in the jungle,
like to play in the beach.
What you saying to me?
He said “Homie come back to reality for a week.
Nookie is power!
Cut on a new chick every night; I wouldn’t be prouder!
You should allow it…
(What the white man say?)
“A piece of mines.”
That’s what the white man wanted, when I rhyme.
Telling me that he selling me just for 10.99.
I’ll go platinum from rapping, I’ll do the company fine.
What if I compromise?
He said “It don’t even matter. Make a million or more,
You’re living better than average. You’re losing your core following, gaining it all.”
Put a price on my talent, I hit the bank and withdraw.
Hit the bank and withdraw, hit the bank and withdraw!
Put myself in a rocket-ship and I shot for the stars!
“Tell me what you’re accomplishing!?” what he said to the boy.
“I’m a make you some promises that you just can’t ignore!
Your profession anonymous as an artist!
I don’t talk at your market!
You’ll be signing your signature when I throw you my wallet!
Now rappers are giving, their demos all in the toilet!
World tours, your masters, mortgage!
I need ya….
I holla, what you do? What ya say?
I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor if I get free today….
What the black man say, “tell em we don’t die, we multiply!”