Kendrick Lamar - Xxx Chords

Kendrick Lamar - Xxx Chords

[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]
Bm            Em                 G
America, God bless you if it's good to you
  A7                       Bm
America, please take my hand
         Em
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm(let ring)
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin', whoa
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Bm(let ring)
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
X-rated
Bm
Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo'
Bm
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (no mo')
Bm
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
                            Bm
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all love him
Bm
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
           Bm
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
        Bm
He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
        Bm
Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done
           Bm
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up day for me
   Bm
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome."
        Bm
He was lookin' for some closure
Hopin' I could bring him closer
         Bm
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
           Bm
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed."
         N.C.
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
      Bm
I'll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
        Bm
I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got
     Bm
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
        Bm
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
N.C.
Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
          Bm
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
         Bm
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
       Bm
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
     Bm
Let somebody touch my mama
           Bm
Touch my sister, touch my woman
           Bm             Bm
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
          Bm       Bm  Bm  Bm
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
             Bm
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
        Bm
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm                     C#m
Alright, kids, we're gonna talk about gun control
Bm              C#m
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
Bm           C#m
It's not a place
Bm            C#m        Bm                   C#m         
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
                Bm             C#m
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm          C#m
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
            Bm              
The great American flag
                 C#m
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Bm                   C#m
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Bm    
Barricaded blocks and borders
C#m
Look what you taught us!
            Bm                   C#m
It's murder on my street, your street, back streets
         Bm 
Wall Street, corporate offices
          C#m
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Bm                          C#m
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's in office
        Bm                            C#m
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
          Bm                     C#m
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Bm                           C#m
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
     Bm                  C#m    
Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to blood?
Bm                    C#m
I'll ask again—oops—accident
         Bm                     C#m (till chorus)
It's nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
Bm          C#m
It's not a place
Bm              C#m      Bm               C#m
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
    Bm                
You close your eyes to look ar—
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