Murder

[Verse 1: Game]

Starin’ at Marilyn Monroe’s silhouette

While smokin’ my first cigarette

Listenin’ to Marvin ask his father about his death

How you shoot a ***** out, then shoot a ***** out?

Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch

Pass me the blunt, he was smokin’ when he died

You really think Elvis Presley committed suicide?

I don’t, it’s either kill or you be killed

Ten pints of blood per human, ain’t no refills

One thing about us humans, *****, we kill

Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, **** us, we will

Take a life, lethal injection or free will

Tookie got murdered by the pigs, **** did he kill?

That ain’t none of my business, though

But I’m the type of ************ make it his business, so

Open the book and turn that page

It reads Arthur Ashe died from AIDS, no

That’s murder, *****

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Murder

Gunfire, death 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

[Verse 2: Game]

Malcolm X standing on that stage

It was staged for him to see that gauge

Murder, *****

Doctor King outside that room

Who knew that he would die that soon?

That’s murder, *****

JFK sittin’ in that drop

He waved goodbye, then they blew off his top

It’s murder, *****

Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac

They both was ridin’ passenger when they got shot, it’s murder

Who the **** killed 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’ kill 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 sill with me

And her death kinda hurt a *****

So let’s get back to talkin’ ‘bout murder, *****

John Lennon got shot in the back

And Paul McCartney couldn’t do s**t ‘bout that

‘Cause it was murder, *****

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

That’s murder, *****

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Scarface]

Gaspin’ for air, ****** cling on

Tryin’ to fight the inevitable, sing on

You hear that fat lady warmin’ up?

The end came without a warning, huh?

Them ****** real with them rags on

****** get killed ‘bout them flags, homes

The Game told you what the play was

So it don’t matter what you say, cuz

Say Blood, these ****** livin’ what they die by

You out here playin’ while these ****** doin’ drive-bys

If murder was the case that they gave Snoop

Then how the **** you thinking they gon’ save you?

Them ****** played you, you doin’ stand up

You a comedian there, boy, put 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 ************ would try to play me like a toy

You get a bullet in your ************’ head, homeboy

The people sayin’ that a drug overdose killed Hendrix

They bulls**tted, it was murder

Or a plane crash killed Otis Redding

That’s how they said it, but it was murder

The cops kill us at alarming rates

They point they guns at the ones they hate (******)

If Bin Laden brought the World Trade down

Then how the **** did he die just now?

Murder, murder (Murder, murder, kill, kill)

(They killin’ ************* still)

(And I’m just tellin’ y’all the real)

(*****, murder, murder, murder

(*****, kill, kill, kill, for real)