Kendrick Lamar Quotes

Am I the only one who measures time using songs? “Oh it only took me 4 songs to get here! that’s not to long!

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in the hotel room I didn’t wanna self destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn’t stop survivor’s guilt Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned The word was respect Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's Doesn’t mean I can’t respect you as a black man Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us But I don’t know, I’m no mortal man, maybe I’m just another nigga

Get God on the phone!

Bitch don't kill my vibe.

It's that find some inspiration, it's that crack the installation, it's that quantum jump and that fist pump and that bomb detonation...

Kendrick stopped writing to make others feel comfortable; instead, he chose to elevate his thinking and make people catch up to him.

You're judged by the companies you keep.

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

There’s beauty in completion. And always faith in the unknown.

He was a nuanced mosaic of varied influences, pulling into one body the lush humility of southern rap stalwarts like OutKast and Goodie Mob, the lyrical dexterity of Nas and Eminem, and the straight-ahead tough talk of Pusha T and Killer Mike.

If you tell people you’re writing a book about the Beatles, at first they smile and ask, “Another one? What’s left to say?” So I mention “Baby’s in Black,” or “It’s All Too Much,” or Lil Wayne’s version of “Help” or the Kendrick Lamar battle rhyme where he says “blessings to Paul McCartney,” or Hollywood Bowl, or Rock ’n’ Roll Music, or the Beastie Boys’ “I’m Down”—but I rarely get that far, because they’re already jumping in with their favorite overlooked Beatle song, the artifact nobody else prizes properly, the nuances nobody else notices. Within thirty seconds they’re assigning me a new chapter I must write. And telling me a story to go with it. Every few days, I get into a Beatles argument I’ve never had before, while continuing other arguments that have been raging since my childhood. And though I’ve spent my whole life devouring every scrap of information about them, I’m constantly learning. I guarantee the day this book comes out, I will find out something new. Things like that used to pain me. But that’s what it means to love the Beatles—you never run out of surprises.

bitch don't kill my vibe

I look at where I'm at today and realize that most of my success is owed to the mentors that was in my life

We are wondering, what would happen if she didn't fart in bed? I would never notice your existence and i would be very bored and sad now! Butterfly effect is marvelous! God bless you

My last Christmas toy drive in Compton handed out eulogies Not because the rags in the park had red gradient But because the high blood pressure flooded the caterin' So what's the difference 'tween your life when hidin' motives? More fatalities and reality brung you closure The noble person that goes to work and pray like they 'posed to? Slaughter people too, your murder's just a bit slower

8. “Alright” by Kendrick Lamar (2015) This song is essential to both On the Come Up and The Hate U Give—I think it would be an anthem for Bri and Starr. It’s all about fighting against difficult circumstances, and that’s something both girls can connect with.

This is the essence of white privilege: when you’re used to having your way, it’s easy to feel threatened when you’re devoid of power. (...) They can’t deal when you don’t act scared, so they fire handguns to reclaim authority over the people they look down upon.

I hate fighting. I’m sensitive and, frankly, not good at it. If the consequence of bickering online means I’ve got to spend the afternoon feeling bad because a kid I don’t remember from high school called me a “fat-ass Kelly Price” over a Reductress article, please murder me. And if my tweets get on your goddamn nerves: BLOCK ME FIRST. Kill me with your powerful brain! There are too many places in real life where blocking is not a viable option to tolerate someone ruining your secret lives online. You can’t block the coworker who won’t stop fucking talking while loitering nearby as you’re just trying to put half-and-half in your breakroom coffee, but you can block that friend of a friend who says shit like, “I’m not prejudiced, I don’t care if a person is purple or green or blue.” LMAO, blue people???? SHUT THE FUCK UP. You can’t delete the neighbor whose eyesore of a car is parked halfway across your driveway and whose cat keeps shitting on your deck, but you can delete your cousin who earnestly believes that rap music is reverse racism and vehemently comments as much on every Kendrick Lamar video you share. There’s no mute button for the woman at the grocery store who won’t stop asking you where the shampoo is, even though you’re pushing your

See, in a perfect world, I'll choose faith over riches. I'll choose work over bitches, I'll make schools out of prison. I'll take all the religions and put 'em all in one service. Just to tell 'em we ain't shit, but He's been perfect, world