- Kendrick Lamar’s music award for lyrics that read like a porn script
- What frauds
- From yellow journalism to purple prose set to purely synthetic “music”
- Pulitzer defining the culture
30-year-old rapper Kendrick Lamar just made history by scoring a Pulitzer Prize for his album ‘Damn’
Not even CNN would consider it prudent to actually print the lyrics from the playlist on the Kendrick Lamar album receiving the award, perhaps especially the much heralded item “Humble”on the album. It is left to us. Behold what gets such prestigious awards.
Humble Lyrics by Pulitzer Prize winner Kendrick Lamar
Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man) Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down (Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down (Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) Be humble (bitch) (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble ( Hol’ up, bitch) sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down (Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch) (Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble) (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down (Hol’ up, bitch) be humble (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
The prize winning album includes this song for the ages, soon to be in elevators and grocery stores: Lust
I need some water
Somethin’ came over me
Way too high to simmer down
Might as well overheat
Too close to comfort
That blood rush my favorite thing
Heart beat racin’ like a junkie’s
I just need you to want me
Am I askin’ too much?
Let me put the head in
Ooh, I don’t want more than that
Girl, I respect the cat
I promise just a touch
Let me put the head in
“It’s okay,” she said, “It’s okay”
eah, I need everybody’s motherfuckin’ hands up right now I need everybody’s motherfuckin’ Door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected This that new, new shit This that new, new shit
Wake up in the mornin’ thinkin’ ’bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch Don’t go to work today, cop you a fit Maybe some cakes and make you Door in his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected Wake up in the mornin’ thinkin’ ’bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, hol’ up Wake up in the mornin’ thinkin’ ’bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, don’t go to work today Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today Hang with your homies, stunt on your baby mama Sip some lean, go get a pistol, shoot out the window Bet your favorite team, play you some Madden Go to the club, or your mama house Whatever you doin’ just make it count I need some water Wake up in the mornin’ thinkin’ ’bout money, kick your feet up Hop in the shower, put on your makeup, lace your weave up Touchin’ yourself, call up your nigga, tell him he ain’t shit Credit card scam, get you a Visa, make him pay your rent Hop on the ‘gram, flex on the bitches that be hatin’ on you Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have ’em waitin’ on you Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce It’s whatever, just make it count
We will reset the line spacing later today, as if it matters. R Mall and DLH
And a thousand more just as egregious…or worse.