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Song «Not Like Us» von Kendrick Lamar.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2024 05 04 (Digital)
Label: Interscope
Songwriter Ray Charles & Kendrick Duckworth & Sean Momberger
Produktion: Sean Momberger & DJ Mustard & Sounwave
Genre: Hip-Hop - Conscious-Resurgence, Hip-Hop - Traprap - Hyphy

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Ein Diss Track von Kendrick Lamar gegen Drake. Wie soll man das sehen und verstehen? Sind Beefs wie Schlägereien auf dem Pausenplatz, wenn die Jungs nicht oder nicht mehr wissen, wer der stärkere oder der schwächer von zweien ist, dann muss der Rang in einem Kampf ausgetragen werden. Dagegen sagt Andy Edwards in seinem Video The Ten Best Albums of 2024 (4. Januar 2025), solche Diss-Tracks seien armselig, weil sie Hass verbreiten. Berühmte Kapitalisten verbreiten Hass und richten die Misere in der Welt an, unter der wir heute leiden. Die Ideologie, die die Elite des Showbusiness mit Tracks wie diesem verbreitet, sei garstig und unnötig.
Die Zeile über Kolonialisierung («No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer») kann man kaum anders als antisemitisch verstehen, denn sie beschuldigt Drake als jüdische Person des Kolonialismus, genau wie von der woken Linken Israel als koloniale Macht missverstanden wird.

Personen und Querverweise

Kendrick Lamar
Ray Charles
Kendrick Duckworth
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
DJ Mustard
Sounwave

Lyrics

[Intro] Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and burnt bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin' Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 3] Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar [Bridge] Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way [Outro] Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way