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Kendrick Lamar - Murder lyrics

Starin' at Marilyn Monroe's silhouette while smokin' my first cigarette
Listenin' to Marvin ask his father about his d**h
How you shoot a n***a out, then shoot a n***a out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pa** me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis Presley committed suicide?
I don't
It's either k** or you be k**ed
Ten pints of blood per human, ain't no refills
One thing about us humans, n***a, we k**
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, f** us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, f** did he k**?
That ain't none of my business, though
But I'm the type of motherf**er make it his business, so
Open the book and turn that page
It reads Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, n***a

Murder
Gunfire, d**h is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like
Murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder

Malcolm X standing on that stage
It was staged for him to see that gauge
Murder, n***a
Doctor King outside that room
Who knew that he would die that soon?
That's murder, n***a
JFK sittin' in that drop
He waved goodbye, then they blew off his top
It's murder, n***a
Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac
They both was ridin' pa**enger when they got shot, it's murder
Who the f** k**ed Michael Jackson, his physician?
He died slow in his music, you ain't really listen
Now his daughter gettin' slapped by his sister
And that's probably gon' k** they mama
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy
'Cause Whitney's still with me
And her d**h kinda hurt a n***a
So let's get back to talkin' 'bout murder, n***a
John Lennon got shot in the back
And Paul McCartney couldn't do sh** 'bout that
'Cause it was murder, n***a
Listen, this ain't about you and me
It's about Trayvon Martin and Huey P.
And how they shot down Sam Cooke
Twelve years of school and it ain't in one damn book
Lee Harvey Oswald 'bout to serve a sentence
From the crowd comes a revolver
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That's murder, n***a

Murder
Gunfire, d**h is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like
Murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder

Gaspin' for air, n***as cling on
Tryin' to fight the inevitable, sing on
You hear that fat lady warmin' up?
The end came without a warning, huh?
Them n***as real with them rags on
n***as get k**ed 'bout them flags, homes
The Game told you what the play was
So it don't matter what you say, cuz
Say Blood, these n***as livin' what they die by
You out here playin' while these n***as doin' drive-bys
If murder was the case that they gave Snoop
Then how the f** you thinking they gon' save you?
Them n***as played you
You doin' stand up
You a comedian there, boy, get your hands up
Don't turn this to a 1-8-7
I have you leanin' on the stairway to Heaven
Spittin' blood, these are tales from the hood
Suicide sound quicker, but a murder sounds good
Wish a motherf**er would try to play me like a toy
You get a bullet in your motherf**in' head, homeboy
The people sayin' that a drug overdose k**ed Hendrix
They bullsh**ted, tt was murder
Or a plane crash k**ed Otis Redding
That's how they said it, but it was murder
The cops k** us at alarming rates
They point they guns at the ones they hate
If Bin Laden brought the World Trade down
Then how the f** did he die just now?
Murder, murder

Murder
Murder k** k**
They k**in' motherf**ers still
And I'm just tellin' y'all the real
n***a, murder murder murder
n***a, k** k** k**
For real

Murder
Gunfire, d**h is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like
Murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder

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