'This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga' If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear 'Yawk! Wake yo punk ass up! Compton genius good kid maad city Hip-Hop kendrick kendrick compton Kendrick Lamar kendrick lamar album kendrick lamar good kid maad city kendrick lamar maad city kendrick lamar music video kendrick maad city kendrick MC eiht kendrick TDE lyric video Lyric videos lyrics M.A.A.D City maad city mc eiht new pop music official lyrics pop music rap.

• Maad City Lyrics Meaning

Romanization Korean Translation You make me so mad You make me so mad nam dareungeol neon nareul machige mandeulgo itneun geol I’m gonna be so mad hwaryeohan i fancy place baby rook at us uril bwabwa You make me so mad When I’m in the house, guess what happens At the end it always turns out To be empty and demolished (I killed it) I eventually always end up Standing at the center of i t Always energetic still clenching A damn mic in my fist now (how) Could this be possible? Am I that powerful?

Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh Yeah, uh The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question Kendrick Lamar and Prince Paul: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan (One two, one two), uh When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Kendrick Lamar: The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily?

Is your heart where it need to be? Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line? If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car Would you judge me a drughead or see me as K. Obd car doctor pro.

Lamar Or question my character and degrade me on every blog? Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing But a prophet ain't a prophet till they ask you this question When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her? You think she gon' stick around if them twenty-five years occur?

You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt? You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?

Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time? Like who got your best interest? Like how much are you dependent? How clutch are the people that say they love you and who pretending? How tough is your skin when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?

What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended? What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing? What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind when it's mentioned? You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson You wanna walk in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom You wanna be remembered that delivered the message That considered the blessing of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The voice of Mandela, hope this flows they propel it Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me nigga I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson I went to Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his cell is So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?

See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law Generation X, will I ever be your X? Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of pitbulls, put me under stress Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead? Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin? Is it Jackie, is it Jesse? Oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

Maad City Lyrics Meaning

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?