Kendrick Lamar – I (Guitar)
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To Pimp a Butterfly
The first section and the last 2 sections are spoken (no instrumentation).
Tab for chords throughout: Cm Fm e|------------------------------------------------| B|4-4-6-4-4-4-6-4-------9--9-11--9--9--9-11--9----| G|5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5------10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10----| D|5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5------10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10----| A|3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-------8--8--8--8--8--8--8--9----| E|------------------------------------------------|
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[Intro 1] (Shouted)
(Is this mic on? Hey!)
(Hey! Hey! Turn the mic up! Is the mic on or not? I want the mic.)
(He bringin' up nobody, nobody, nobody.)
(But the number one record in the world.)
(He done traveled all over the world.)
(He came back, just to bring you some games.)
[Intro 2]
Cm Fm Uh! Cm Fm one-two one-two what's happenin', fool?
[Verse 1]
Cm I done been through a whole lot Fm Trial, tribulations, but I know God Cm The Devil wanna put me in a bow-tie Fm Prayin' that the holy water don't go dry, yay-yay Cm As I look around me Fm So many motherfucka wanna down me Cm But ain't no nigga never drown me Fm In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me
[Chorus]
Cm (And I love myself) Fm Huh! Uh, when you're lookin' at me, a tell me what you see? Cm (I love myself) Fm Ah! I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police. Cm (I love myself) Fm Illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy Cm (I love myself) Fm One day at a time
[Verse 2]
Cm They wanna say it's a war outside, bomb in the street Fm Gun in the hood, mob of police Cm Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend Fm And a bottle full of lean and a model on the scheme Cm Uh! Fm Cm These days of frustration keep y'all on tuck and rotation Fm Cm Yeah, I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis
Dreams of reality's peace
Fm Blow steam in the face of the beast Cm Sky could fall down, wind could cry now
N.C.
Look at me motherfucka I smile -
[Chorus]
Cm (And I love myself) Fm Huh! Uh, when you're lookin' at me, a tell me what you see? Cm (I love myself) Fm Ah! I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police. Cm (I love myself) Fm Uh! Illuminated ... All y'all come to the front! Cm (I love myself)
Fm
[Verse 3]
Cm Fm (Crazy, what you gon' do?) Cm Fm Lift up your head an' keep movin', (Keep moving) turn the mic up
(Haunt you)
Cm Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart Fm On my sleeve, let the runway start Cm You know the miserable do love company Fm What do you want from me and my scars? Ab Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence Bb How many times our potential was anonymous? Ab How many times the city makin' me promises?
N.C.
So I promise this, nigga
[Chorus]
Cm (And I love myself) Fm Uh, when you're lookin' at me, a tell me what you see? Cm (I love myself) Fm Ah! I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police. Cm (I love myself) Fm Huh! Illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy Cm (I love myself)
Fm
[Verse 4]
Cm Fm Huh! (Walk my barefeet) Huh! (Walk my barefeet) Cm Fm Huh! (Down, down valley peak) Huh! (Down, down valley peak) Cm Fm Huh! (I keep my fee-fi-fo-fum) Huh! (Fee-fi-fo-fum) Cm Fm Huh! (I keep my heart undone) Huh! (My heart undone)
N.C.
One, two three...
[Bridge]
Cm Bb I went to war last night Ab With a automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic Gm I'ma do it till I get it right Cm Bb I went to war last night (Night, night, night, night) Ab I been dealing with depression ever since a adolescent Gm Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message Cm I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave Bb From a negative and lettin' them annihilate me Ab And it's evident I'm movin' at a meteor speed Gm Finna run into a building, lay my body...
Cm Bb
Ab Gm
[Outro 1] (Spoken)
Not on my, not while I'm up here
Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time
We could save that shit for the streets
We could save that shit, this for the kids bro
2015, niggas tired of playin' victim dog
Niggas ain't trying to play vic— TuTu, how many niggas we done lost?
Yan-Yan, how many we done lost?
No for real, answer the que—, how many niggas we done lost bro?
This— this year alone
Exactly, so we ain't got time to waste time my nigga
Niggas gotta make time, bro
The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time, right?
The judge make time so it ain't shit
It shouldn't be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that bro
You know that
It's mando, right, it's mando
And I— And I say this because I love you niggas man
I love all my niggas bro
Exac— enough said, enough said
And we gon' get back to the show and move on, because that shit petty my nigga
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to-
All my niggas listen, listen to this:
[Outro 2] (Spoken)
I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "fuck nigga"
He said, "Think about what you saying: "Fuck niggas"
No better than Samuel on the Django
No better than a white man with slave boats"
Sound like I needed some soul searching
My Pops gave me some game in real person
Retraced my steps on what they never taught me
Did my homework fast before government caught me
So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah
On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us
So many artists gave her an explanation to hold us
Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia
N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty; king royalty - wait listen N-E-G-U-S description: black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish
The history books overlook the word and hide it
America tried to make it to a house divided
The homies don't recognize we been usin' it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can come and get me
Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time
Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive