Kendrick Lamar- Backseat Freestyle & Gangsta Marketing













2013 is going to be a lot of things to a whole lot of people, to me, it is mainly going to be the waking up call, from many things I have done first, but also from the choices  of this world under the angle of creativity. Let me get more precise, last year, I have seen 2 of the greatest of hope of hip hop for example , happily dive into the dark side like there had been starving at four in the morning and they just found themselves at a Wendy’s. Stalley, remember Stalley and his beautiful Licoln Way Nights ? And Kendrick Lamar and his section 80 ? Remember that. In both album, I had found a different center of gravity, a different will to express something more human, less coded by the wholy trinity of  gansta marketing ” Bitches, power, money”. But it seems now that making art, is only a way, even for the most gifted to get into the game.


If it wasn’t for me, or for the bands such as Die Antwoord, I would fucking be laying into sadness, but besides the fact that hip hop is way younger than we believe, acting like an old teenager who doesn’t want to go to school or get a job, there is a clear gap in between the money that has been thrown into this network and its ability to digest it without being something else than a product. Because we know we live in a marketing a world, this is no news to no one, but, we also know that it doesn’t mean a balance can be reached and has to looked for. So what is going on here ? Where is the music ?

Well it seems that Mr Lamar has been more agitated by the idea of find the bridge in term of image between a Kanye West and a Rick Ross than building a more personal world. It is seems that like it has fallen into the bling bling fashion of getting to Paris help Def Jam records to look like the beauty salon that it has become. It seem that his sound is good, heavy even, but the direction is nowhere close to what he had promised us in the first place. Anyone else feeling pretty pissed by it ? Oh and the shot of an american flag in front of the Eiffel Tower kinda made uncomfortable.



Martin had a dream
Martin had a dream
Kendrick have a dream

All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead shower
I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower
So I can fuck the world for 72 hours

[Verse 1]
Goddamn I feel amazing, damn I’m in the matrix
My mind is living on cloud 9 and this 9 is never on vacation
Start up that Maserati and VROOM VROOM! I’m racing
Poppin pills in the lobby and I pray they don’t find her naked
And I pray you niggas is hating, shooters go after Judas
Jesus Christ if I live life on my knees, ain’t no need to do this
Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Church’s Chicken
All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screaming


Goddamn I got bitches (okay!) damn I got bitches (okay!)
Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead showers

[Verse 2]
I’ve got 25 Lighters on my dresser, yes sir
Put fire to that ass, body cast on a stretcher
And her body got that ass that a ruler couldn’t measure
And it make me cum fast but I never get embarrassed
And I recognize you have what I’ve been wanting since that record
That Adina Howard had pop it fast to impress her
She rollin’ I’m holding my scrotum and posing
This voice here is golden so fuck y’all I goes in and


Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches
Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or nigga…

[Verse 3]
It’s go time
I roll in dough with a good grind
And I run at ho with a baton
That’s a relay race with a bouquet
They say, “K, you goin’ marry mines?”
Beeotch! (no way) Beeotch! (no way)
Beeotch! (no way) Beeotch!
OK, I’m never living life confined
It’s a failure. Even if I’m blind
I can tell ya who what when where how
To sell ya game right on time
Beeotch! (go play) Beeotch! (go play)
Beeotch! (go play) Beeotch!
I look like OJ, killing everything from pussy to a mothafuckin’ Hit-Boy beat
She pussy poppin’ and I got options like an audible, I be
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, I win then ball at your defeat
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, my city mobbin’ in the street, yellin’

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