[{"id":18834086,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","duration":800.731429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.31] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.27] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.92] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.53] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.28] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.96] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.69] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.14] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.89] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.87] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.08] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.28] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.60] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.83] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.07] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.16] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.36] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.41] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.54] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.82] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.37] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.01] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.15] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.43] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.79] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.25] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.46] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.18] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.07] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.69] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.71] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.50] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.69] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.16] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.42] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.93] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.45] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.70] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.11] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.54] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.60] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.04] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.52] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.67] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.92] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.62] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.03] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.21] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.44] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.50] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.58] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.08] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.15] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.44] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.49] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.14] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.11] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.19] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.35] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.92] It been that day for me\n[03:08.32] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.24] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.68] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.94] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.28] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.24] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.89] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.29] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.15] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.34] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.51] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.73] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.85] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.35] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.30] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.80] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.89] Hol' on\n[04:13.66] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.38] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.37] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.32] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.37] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.76] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.04] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.56] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.71] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.27] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.98] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.85] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.43] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.80] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.18] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.54] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.19] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.53] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.98] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.21] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.25] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.36] I deserve it all\n[05:30.22] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.55] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.42] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.44] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.70] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.50] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.11] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.72] How annoying\n[05:52.03] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.79] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.38] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.17] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.55] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.50] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.53] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.16] Look\n[06:19.69] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.30] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.59] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.34] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.69] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.19] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.43] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.90] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.46] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.79] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.07] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.69] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.50] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.29] Peekaboo\n[06:59.21] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.12] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.70] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.73] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.15] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.90] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.52] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.45] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.42] If this world were mine\n[07:24.76] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.30] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.89] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.35] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.38] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.55] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.14] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.74] If it was up to me\n[08:02.84] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.38] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.84] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.71] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.32] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.72] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.24] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.66] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.98] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.89] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.19] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.92] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.48] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.59] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.60] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.36] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.66] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.92] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.85] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.88] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.26] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.47] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.63] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.01] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.84] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.58] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.55] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.79] You're almost there\n[09:57.32] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.93] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.78] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.43] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.17] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.17] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.55] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.86] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.76] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.85] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.36] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.62] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.90] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.75] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.44] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.18] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.53] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.53] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.94] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.40] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.88] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.27] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.62] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.93] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.52] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.01] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.29] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.93] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.17] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.75] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.02] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.22] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.18] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.60] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.93] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.46] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.66] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.89] This is GNX\n[11:50.92] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.58] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.88] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.76] Mustard!\n[11:59.43] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.43] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.04] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.97] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.65] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.49] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.78] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.93] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.76] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.80] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.07] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.98] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.61] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.27] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.50] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.75] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.05] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.47] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.97] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.34] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.37] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.67] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.13] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.18] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.56] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.47] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.72] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  duration_ms: 800731\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 20270\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20270\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 33280\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33280\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38140\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38140\n  end_ms: 39890\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39890\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 49280\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49280\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57070\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57070\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 60360\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60360\n  end_ms: 62410\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62410\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 65820\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65820\n  end_ms: 67370\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67370\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 71150\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71150\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73430\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73430\n  end_ms: 75790\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75790\n  end_ms: 77250\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77250\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89180\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89180\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99690\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99690\n  end_ms: 100710\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100710\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107690\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107690\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 112420\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112420\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 121450\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121450\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 126110\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126110\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130600\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130600\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 135520\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135520\n  end_ms: 137670\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137670\n  end_ms: 139920\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139920\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 147030\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147030\n  end_ms: 149210\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149210\n  end_ms: 151440\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151440\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158580\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158580\n  end_ms: 161080\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161080\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165440\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165440\n  end_ms: 167490\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167490\n  end_ms: 170140\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170140\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 180190\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180190\n  end_ms: 185350\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185350\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 191240\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191240\n  end_ms: 194680\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194680\n  end_ms: 197940\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197940\n  end_ms: 201280\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201280\n  end_ms: 204240\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204240\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210890\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210890\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 217150\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217150\n  end_ms: 220340\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220340\n  end_ms: 223510\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223510\n  end_ms: 226730\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226730\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232850\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232850\n  end_ms: 235350\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235350\n  end_ms: 238300\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238300\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244800\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244800\n  end_ms: 247890\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247890\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 259320\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259320\n  end_ms: 261820\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261820\n  end_ms: 265370\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265370\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 275560\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275560\n  end_ms: 276710\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276710\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 280980\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280980\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293800\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293800\n  end_ms: 297180\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297180\n  end_ms: 300540\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300540\n  end_ms: 304190\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304190\n  end_ms: 307530\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307530\n  end_ms: 310980\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310980\n  end_ms: 314210\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314210\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320250\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320250\n  end_ms: 328360\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328360\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332550\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332550\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337420\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337420\n  end_ms: 339440\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339440\n  end_ms: 341700\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341700\n  end_ms: 344500\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344500\n  end_ms: 347110\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347110\n  end_ms: 349720\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349720\n  end_ms: 352030\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352030\n  end_ms: 354790\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354790\n  end_ms: 357380\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357380\n  end_ms: 360170\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360170\n  end_ms: 360550\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360550\n  end_ms: 363500\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363500\n  end_ms: 366530\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366530\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378160\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378160\n  end_ms: 379690\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379690\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382300\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382300\n  end_ms: 383590\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383590\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389340\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389340\n  end_ms: 391690\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391690\n  end_ms: 394190\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394190\n  end_ms: 396430\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396430\n  end_ms: 398900\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398900\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403790\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403790\n  end_ms: 406070\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406070\n  end_ms: 408690\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408690\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418290\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418290\n  end_ms: 419210\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419210\n  end_ms: 421120\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421120\n  end_ms: 423700\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423700\n  end_ms: 425730\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425730\n  end_ms: 429150\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429150\n  end_ms: 430900\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430900\n  end_ms: 433520\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433520\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439450\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439450\n  end_ms: 442420\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442420\n  end_ms: 444760\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444760\n  end_ms: 448300\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448300\n  end_ms: 451890\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451890\n  end_ms: 455350\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455350\n  end_ms: 459380\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459380\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468550\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468550\n  end_ms: 472140\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472140\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480740\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480740\n  end_ms: 482840\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482840\n  end_ms: 486380\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486380\n  end_ms: 490840\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490840\n  end_ms: 492710\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492710\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498320\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498320\n  end_ms: 501720\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501720\n  end_ms: 505240\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505240\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527660\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527660\n  end_ms: 529980\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529980\n  end_ms: 532890\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532890\n  end_ms: 535190\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535190\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539920\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539920\n  end_ms: 542480\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542480\n  end_ms: 547590\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547590\n  end_ms: 549600\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549600\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555360\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555360\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 561920\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561920\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566850\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566850\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570880\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570880\n  end_ms: 573260\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573260\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577470\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577470\n  end_ms: 580630\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580630\n  end_ms: 583010\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583010\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587840\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587840\n  end_ms: 589580\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589580\n  end_ms: 591550\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591550\n  end_ms: 595790\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595790\n  end_ms: 597320\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597320\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601930\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601930\n  end_ms: 602780\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602780\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607430\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607430\n  end_ms: 611170\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611170\n  end_ms: 612170\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612170\n  end_ms: 615550\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615550\n  end_ms: 616860\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616860\n  end_ms: 620760\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620760\n  end_ms: 621850\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621850\n  end_ms: 624360\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624360\n  end_ms: 626620\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626620\n  end_ms: 628900\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628900\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633750\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633750\n  end_ms: 636440\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636440\n  end_ms: 640180\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640180\n  end_ms: 643530\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643530\n  end_ms: 645530\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645530\n  end_ms: 647940\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647940\n  end_ms: 650400\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650400\n  end_ms: 652880\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652880\n  end_ms: 655270\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655270\n  end_ms: 657620\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657620\n  end_ms: 659930\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659930\n  end_ms: 662520\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662520\n  end_ms: 665010\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665010\n  end_ms: 667290\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667290\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671930\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671930\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676750\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676750\n  end_ms: 679020\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679020\n  end_ms: 687220\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687220\n  end_ms: 692180\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692180\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697600\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697600\n  end_ms: 699930\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699930\n  end_ms: 702460\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702460\n  end_ms: 706660\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706660\n  end_ms: 709890\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709890\n  end_ms: 710920\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710920\n  end_ms: 712580\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712580\n  end_ms: 713880\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713880\n  end_ms: 714760\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714760\n  end_ms: 719430\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719430\n  end_ms: 721430\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721430\n  end_ms: 724040\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724040\n  end_ms: 725970\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725970\n  end_ms: 728650\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728650\n  end_ms: 731490\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731490\n  end_ms: 733780\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733780\n  end_ms: 735930\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735930\n  end_ms: 738760\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738760\n  end_ms: 740800\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740800\n  end_ms: 743070\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743070\n  end_ms: 745980\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745980\n  end_ms: 747610\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747610\n  end_ms: 750270\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750270\n  end_ms: 752500\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752500\n  end_ms: 755750\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755750\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760050\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760050\n  end_ms: 762470\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762470\n  end_ms: 764970\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764970\n  end_ms: 767340\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767340\n  end_ms: 769370\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769370\n  end_ms: 771670\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771670\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781130\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781130\n  end_ms: 783180\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783180\n  end_ms: 785560\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785560\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794470\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794470\n  end_ms: 796720\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796720\n  end_ms: 800460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800460\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":25337294,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","duration":804.864,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? 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(Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.31] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.27] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.92] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.53] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.28] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.96] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.69] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.14] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.89] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.87] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.08] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.28] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.60] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.83] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.07] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.16] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.36] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.41] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.54] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.82] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.37] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.01] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.15] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.43] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.79] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.25] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.46] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.18] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.07] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.69] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.71] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.50] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.69] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.16] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.42] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.93] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.45] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.70] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.11] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.54] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.60] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.04] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.52] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.67] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.92] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.62] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.03] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.21] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.44] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.50] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.58] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.08] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.15] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.44] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.49] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.14] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.11] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.19] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.35] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.92] It been that day for me\n[03:08.32] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.24] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.68] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.94] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.28] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.24] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.89] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.29] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.15] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.34] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.51] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.73] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.85] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.35] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.30] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.80] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.89] Hol' on\n[04:13.66] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.38] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.37] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.32] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.37] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.76] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.04] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.56] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.71] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.27] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.98] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.85] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.43] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.80] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.18] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.54] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.19] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.53] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.98] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.21] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.25] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.36] I deserve it all\n[05:30.22] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.55] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.42] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.44] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.70] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.50] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.11] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.72] How annoying\n[05:52.03] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.79] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.38] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.17] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.55] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.50] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.53] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.16] Look\n[06:19.69] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.30] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.59] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.34] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.69] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.19] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.43] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.90] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.46] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.79] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.07] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.69] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.50] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.29] Peekaboo\n[06:59.21] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.12] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.70] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.73] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.15] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.90] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.52] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.45] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.42] If this world were mine\n[07:24.76] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.30] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.89] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.35] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.38] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.55] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.14] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.74] If it was up to me\n[08:02.84] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.38] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.84] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.71] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.32] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.72] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.24] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.66] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.98] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.89] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.19] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.92] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.48] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.59] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.60] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.36] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.66] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.92] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.85] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.88] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.26] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.47] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.63] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.01] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.84] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.58] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.55] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.79] You're almost there\n[09:57.32] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.93] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.78] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.43] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.17] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.17] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.55] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.86] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.76] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.85] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.36] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.62] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.90] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.75] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.44] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.18] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.53] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.53] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.94] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.40] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.88] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.27] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.62] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.93] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.52] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.01] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.29] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.93] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.17] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.75] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.02] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.22] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.18] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.60] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.93] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.46] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.66] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.89] This is GNX\n[11:50.92] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.58] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.88] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.76] Mustard!\n[11:59.43] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.43] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.04] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.97] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.65] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.49] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.78] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.93] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.76] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.80] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.07] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.98] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.61] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.27] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.50] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.75] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.05] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.47] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.97] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.34] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.37] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.67] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.13] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.18] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.56] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.47] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.72] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  duration_ms: 804864\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 20270\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20270\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 33280\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33280\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38140\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38140\n  end_ms: 39890\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39890\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 49280\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49280\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57070\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57070\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 60360\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60360\n  end_ms: 62410\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62410\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 65820\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65820\n  end_ms: 67370\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67370\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 71150\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71150\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73430\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73430\n  end_ms: 75790\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75790\n  end_ms: 77250\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77250\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89180\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89180\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99690\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99690\n  end_ms: 100710\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100710\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107690\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107690\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 112420\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112420\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 121450\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121450\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 126110\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126110\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130600\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130600\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 135520\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135520\n  end_ms: 137670\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137670\n  end_ms: 139920\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139920\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 147030\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147030\n  end_ms: 149210\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149210\n  end_ms: 151440\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151440\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158580\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158580\n  end_ms: 161080\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161080\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165440\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165440\n  end_ms: 167490\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167490\n  end_ms: 170140\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170140\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 180190\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180190\n  end_ms: 185350\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185350\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 191240\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191240\n  end_ms: 194680\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194680\n  end_ms: 197940\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197940\n  end_ms: 201280\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201280\n  end_ms: 204240\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204240\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210890\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210890\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 217150\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217150\n  end_ms: 220340\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220340\n  end_ms: 223510\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223510\n  end_ms: 226730\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226730\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232850\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232850\n  end_ms: 235350\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235350\n  end_ms: 238300\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238300\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244800\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244800\n  end_ms: 247890\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247890\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 259320\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259320\n  end_ms: 261820\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261820\n  end_ms: 265370\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265370\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 275560\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275560\n  end_ms: 276710\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276710\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 280980\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280980\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293800\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293800\n  end_ms: 297180\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297180\n  end_ms: 300540\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300540\n  end_ms: 304190\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304190\n  end_ms: 307530\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307530\n  end_ms: 310980\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310980\n  end_ms: 314210\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314210\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320250\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320250\n  end_ms: 328360\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328360\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332550\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332550\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337420\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337420\n  end_ms: 339440\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339440\n  end_ms: 341700\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341700\n  end_ms: 344500\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344500\n  end_ms: 347110\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347110\n  end_ms: 349720\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349720\n  end_ms: 352030\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352030\n  end_ms: 354790\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354790\n  end_ms: 357380\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357380\n  end_ms: 360170\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360170\n  end_ms: 360550\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360550\n  end_ms: 363500\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363500\n  end_ms: 366530\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366530\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378160\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378160\n  end_ms: 379690\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379690\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382300\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382300\n  end_ms: 383590\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383590\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389340\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389340\n  end_ms: 391690\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391690\n  end_ms: 394190\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394190\n  end_ms: 396430\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396430\n  end_ms: 398900\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398900\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403790\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403790\n  end_ms: 406070\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406070\n  end_ms: 408690\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408690\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418290\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418290\n  end_ms: 419210\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419210\n  end_ms: 421120\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421120\n  end_ms: 423700\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423700\n  end_ms: 425730\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425730\n  end_ms: 429150\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429150\n  end_ms: 430900\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430900\n  end_ms: 433520\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433520\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439450\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439450\n  end_ms: 442420\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442420\n  end_ms: 444760\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444760\n  end_ms: 448300\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448300\n  end_ms: 451890\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451890\n  end_ms: 455350\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455350\n  end_ms: 459380\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459380\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468550\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468550\n  end_ms: 472140\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472140\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480740\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480740\n  end_ms: 482840\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482840\n  end_ms: 486380\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486380\n  end_ms: 490840\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490840\n  end_ms: 492710\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492710\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498320\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498320\n  end_ms: 501720\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501720\n  end_ms: 505240\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505240\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527660\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527660\n  end_ms: 529980\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529980\n  end_ms: 532890\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532890\n  end_ms: 535190\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535190\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539920\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539920\n  end_ms: 542480\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542480\n  end_ms: 547590\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547590\n  end_ms: 549600\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549600\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555360\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555360\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 561920\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561920\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566850\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566850\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570880\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570880\n  end_ms: 573260\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573260\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577470\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577470\n  end_ms: 580630\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580630\n  end_ms: 583010\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583010\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587840\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587840\n  end_ms: 589580\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589580\n  end_ms: 591550\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591550\n  end_ms: 595790\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595790\n  end_ms: 597320\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597320\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601930\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601930\n  end_ms: 602780\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602780\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607430\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607430\n  end_ms: 611170\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611170\n  end_ms: 612170\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612170\n  end_ms: 615550\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615550\n  end_ms: 616860\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616860\n  end_ms: 620760\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620760\n  end_ms: 621850\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621850\n  end_ms: 624360\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624360\n  end_ms: 626620\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626620\n  end_ms: 628900\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628900\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633750\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633750\n  end_ms: 636440\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636440\n  end_ms: 640180\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640180\n  end_ms: 643530\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643530\n  end_ms: 645530\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645530\n  end_ms: 647940\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647940\n  end_ms: 650400\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650400\n  end_ms: 652880\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652880\n  end_ms: 655270\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655270\n  end_ms: 657620\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657620\n  end_ms: 659930\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659930\n  end_ms: 662520\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662520\n  end_ms: 665010\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665010\n  end_ms: 667290\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667290\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671930\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671930\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676750\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676750\n  end_ms: 679020\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679020\n  end_ms: 687220\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687220\n  end_ms: 692180\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692180\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697600\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697600\n  end_ms: 699930\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699930\n  end_ms: 702460\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702460\n  end_ms: 706660\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706660\n  end_ms: 709890\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709890\n  end_ms: 710920\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710920\n  end_ms: 712580\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712580\n  end_ms: 713880\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713880\n  end_ms: 714760\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714760\n  end_ms: 719430\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719430\n  end_ms: 721430\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721430\n  end_ms: 724040\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724040\n  end_ms: 725970\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725970\n  end_ms: 728650\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728650\n  end_ms: 731490\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731490\n  end_ms: 733780\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733780\n  end_ms: 735930\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735930\n  end_ms: 738760\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738760\n  end_ms: 740800\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740800\n  end_ms: 743070\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743070\n  end_ms: 745980\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745980\n  end_ms: 747610\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747610\n  end_ms: 750270\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750270\n  end_ms: 752500\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752500\n  end_ms: 755750\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755750\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760050\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760050\n  end_ms: 762470\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762470\n  end_ms: 764970\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764970\n  end_ms: 767340\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767340\n  end_ms: 769370\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769370\n  end_ms: 771670\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771670\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781130\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781130\n  end_ms: 783180\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783180\n  end_ms: 785560\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785560\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794470\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794470\n  end_ms: 796720\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796720\n  end_ms: 800460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800460\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? 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Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":20777610,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","duration":804.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League\nWelcomes you to the\nApple Music Super Bowl 59 Halftime show\n\nIt's your Uncle Sam\n\nThe revolution bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time but the wrong guy\n\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n(When I hear music, it makes me dance)\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nYeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw\nTell me, why you rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you fed if you criminal?\n\"Hey Dot, can I get a drop?\" I'm like, \"nah\"\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nIt's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah)\n\nSquabble up, squabble up\nSquabble up, squabble up\nSquabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm)\nSquabble up (mm, mm), squabble up\n\nNo no no no no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar do you really know how to play the game?\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay\nYeah, yeah!\nFinesse on 'em with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\nGirl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a\n\nBe humble (hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up)\nBe humble (hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nI got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA\nI got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA\nI was born like this\nSince one like this, immaculate conception\nI transform like this, perform like this\nWas Yeshua new weapon\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nYeah, the island right here's remote, okay\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nGot a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?\n\nIt's KDOT\n\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious that's okay with me\nBurn his think down don't you play with me or stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, no one's safe with me\nI did it with integrity\nAnd still try hate on me, just wait and see\nMore blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, nothin' changed with me, still got pain in me\nFlip a coin, want the shameless me or the famous me?\nHow annoying, broke the poison to get my speak ashamed of me\nIt's important I deserve it all because it's mine\n\nAhhh, I see you brought the homeboys with you\nScorekeeper\nDeduct one life\n\nAyy, what?\nLook\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo\nI just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo\nEighty-pointers like a Kobe game\n7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo\nPoppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo\nPeekaboo\nCacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo\nWhy you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo\nYou know my lil' off they rocker\nPeekaboo\nPeekaboo\nLet me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street\nPeekaboo\nYeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep\nPeekaboo\nHe on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet\n\n(Peakaboo)\nLadies\n(Yes DOT)\nI wanna make a move\n(For sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song, but you know they love to sue\n(What song)\nYeah that song\n(That song)\nAight' maybe I think about it\n(oh no)\nKnow what I'll slow it down\nSay ladies do me this solid\n(Ohhhhhh)\nAhhh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, fah\n\nIn this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine)\nIt go in (when you), out (ride it), do it real slow (slide)\nBaby, you a star, strike, pose (right)\nWhen I'm (when you), with you (with me), everything goes (slow)\nCome and (put that), put that (on my), on my (titi), soul (soul)\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nUh you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence\nAnd calculated promises all in your conversation\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important?\nYou the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning\nOn my mama, that's the realest\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah hah that's what i'm talking about\nThat's what America wants\nNice and calm\nYou almost there, don't mess this\n(oh no)\nIt's a cultural divide imma get it on the flow\n(you really bout' to do it)\n40 acres n the mule this bigger than the music\n(you really bout' to do it)\nYeah they tried to rig the game but you can't fake influence\n(then get on it like that)\n\nAyy, Mustard on the beat, ho\nDeebo any rap, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe, bro\"\nHe walk around like Teezo\nWhat's up with these jabroni tryna see Compton?\nThe industry can hate me, 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got?\nI mean, it's too many options\nI'm finna pass on this body\nI'm John Stockton\nBeat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'\nCertified boogeyman\nI'm the one that up the score with 'em\nWalk him down, whole time\nI know he got some ho in him\nPole on him, extort\nBully Death Row on him\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any bitch that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nAnd Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor\n\nThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us\nThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way\n\nHol on\nI go by the name of KDOTDOT, Kendrick Lamar, oklama, Mr Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton California to party with yall\n\nLet me hear you say\nMUSTARD\n\nActin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nI'm in the city where the flag\nBe gettin' thrown like it was pass interference\nPadlock around the building\nCrash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag\nWith a bone to pick like it was sea bass\nTryna show the ropes before they hung from a rope\nI'm prophetic, they only talk about it how I get it\nHow many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics?\nHurry up and get your muscle up, we out the plyometric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMUSTARD\nActin' bad, but somebody gotta do it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  duration_ms: 804000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League\n  Welcomes you to the\n  Apple Music Super Bowl 59 Halftime show\n\n  It's your Uncle Sam\n\n  The revolution bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time but the wrong guy\n\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  (When I hear music, it makes me dance)\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you fed if you criminal?\n  \"Hey Dot, can I get a drop?\" I'm like, \"nah\"\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah)\n\n  Squabble up, squabble up\n  Squabble up, squabble up\n  Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm)\n  Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up\n\n  No no no no no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar do you really know how to play the game?\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Finesse on 'em with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a\n\n  Be humble (hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up)\n  Be humble (hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA\n  I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA\n  I was born like this\n  Since one like this, immaculate conception\n  I transform like this, perform like this\n  Was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?\n\n  It's KDOT\n\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious that's okay with me\n  Burn his think down don't you play with me or stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, no one's safe with me\n  I did it with integrity\n  And still try hate on me, just wait and see\n  More blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, nothin' changed with me, still got pain in me\n  Flip a coin, want the shameless me or the famous me?\n  How annoying, broke the poison to get my speak ashamed of me\n  It's important I deserve it all because it's mine\n\n  Ahhh, I see you brought the homeboys with you\n  Scorekeeper\n  Deduct one life\n\n  Ayy, what?\n  Look\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo\n  I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo\n  Eighty-pointers like a Kobe game\n  7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo\n  Poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo\n  Peekaboo\n  Cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo\n  Why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo\n  You know my lil' off they rocker\n  Peekaboo\n  Peekaboo\n  Let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street\n  Peekaboo\n  Yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep\n  Peekaboo\n  He on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet\n\n  (Peakaboo)\n  Ladies\n  (Yes DOT)\n  I wanna make a move\n  (For sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song, but you know they love to sue\n  (What song)\n  Yeah that song\n  (That song)\n  Aight' maybe I think about it\n  (oh no)\n  Know what I'll slow it down\n  Say ladies do me this solid\n  (Ohhhhhh)\n  Ahhh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, fah\n\n  In this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine)\n  It go in (when you), out (ride it), do it real slow (slide)\n  Baby, you a star, strike, pose (right)\n  When I'm (when you), with you (with me), everything goes (slow)\n  Come and (put that), put that (on my), on my (titi), soul (soul)\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Uh you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence\n  And calculated promises all in your conversation\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important?\n  You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning\n  On my mama, that's the realest\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah hah that's what i'm talking about\n  That's what America wants\n  Nice and calm\n  You almost there, don't mess this\n  (oh no)\n  It's a cultural divide imma get it on the flow\n  (you really bout' to do it)\n  40 acres n the mule this bigger than the music\n  (you really bout' to do it)\n  Yeah they tried to rig the game but you can't fake influence\n  (then get on it like that)\n\n  Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho\n  Deebo any rap, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe, bro\"\n  He walk around like Teezo\n  What's up with these jabroni tryna see Compton?\n  The industry can hate me, 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got?\n  I mean, it's too many options\n  I'm finna pass on this body\n  I'm John Stockton\n  Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  Certified boogeyman\n  I'm the one that up the score with 'em\n  Walk him down, whole time\n  I know he got some ho in him\n  Pole on him, extort\n  Bully Death Row on him\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any bitch that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor\n\n  They not like us, they not like us, they not like us\n  They not like us, they not like us, they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way\n\n  Hol on\n  I go by the name of KDOTDOT, Kendrick Lamar, oklama, Mr Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton California to party with yall\n\n  Let me hear you say\n  MUSTARD\n\n  Actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  I'm in the city where the flag\n  Be gettin' thrown like it was pass interference\n  Padlock around the building\n  Crash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag\n  With a bone to pick like it was sea bass\n  Tryna show the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  I'm prophetic, they only talk about it how I get it\n  How many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics?\n  Hurry up and get your muscle up, we out the plyometric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  MUSTARD\n  Actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n"},{"id":17240012,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","duration":801.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League\nWelcomes you to the\nApple Music Super Bowl 59 Halftime show\n\nIt's your Uncle Sam\n\nThe revolution bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time but the wrong guy\n\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n(When I hear music, it makes me dance)\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nYeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw\nTell me, why you rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you fed if you criminal?\n\"Hey Dot, can I get a drop?\" I'm like, \"nah\"\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nIt's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah)\n\nSquabble up, squabble up\nSquabble up, squabble up\nSquabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm)\nSquabble up (mm, mm), squabble up\n\nNo no no no no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar do you really know how to play the game?\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay\nYeah, yeah!\nFinesse on 'em with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\nGirl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a\n\nBe humble (hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up)\nBe humble (hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up)\nSit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nI got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA\nI got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA\nI was born like this\nSince one like this, immaculate conception\nI transform like this, perform like this\nWas Yeshua new weapon\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nYeah, the island right here's remote, okay\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nGot a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?\n\nIt's KDOT\n\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious that's okay with me\nBurn his think down don't you play with me or stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, no one's safe with me\nI did it with integrity\nAnd still try hate on me, just wait and see\nMore blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, nothin' changed with me, still got pain in me\nFlip a coin, want the shameless me or the famous me?\nHow annoying, broke the poison to get my speak ashamed of me\nIt's important I deserve it all because it's mine\n\nAhhh, I see you brought the homeboys with you\nScorekeeper\nDeduct one life\n\nAyy, what?\nLook\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo\nI just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo\nEighty-pointers like a Kobe game\n7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo\nPoppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo\nPeekaboo\nCacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo\nWhy you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo\nYou know my lil' off they rocker\nPeekaboo\nPeekaboo\nLet me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street\nPeekaboo\nYeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep\nPeekaboo\nHe on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet\n\n(Peakaboo)\nLadies\n(Yes DOT)\nI wanna make a move\n(For sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song, but you know they love to sue\n(What song)\nYeah that song\n(That song)\nAight' maybe I think about it\n(oh no)\nKnow what I'll slow it down\nSay ladies do me this solid\n(Ohhhhhh)\nAhhh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, fah\n\nIn this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine)\nIt go in (when you), out (ride it), do it real slow (slide)\nBaby, you a star, strike, pose (right)\nWhen I'm (when you), with you (with me), everything goes (slow)\nCome and (put that), put that (on my), on my (titi), soul (soul)\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nUh you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence\nAnd calculated promises all in your conversation\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important?\nYou the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning\nOn my mama, that's the realest\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah hah that's what i'm talking about\nThat's what America wants\nNice and calm\nYou almost there, don't mess this\n(oh no)\nIt's a cultural divide imma get it on the flow\n(you really bout' to do it)\n40 acres n the mule this bigger than the music\n(you really bout' to do it)\nYeah they tried to rig the game but you can't fake influence\n(then get on it like that)\n\nAyy, Mustard on the beat, ho\nDeebo any rap, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe, bro\"\nHe walk around like Teezo\nWhat's up with these jabroni tryna see Compton?\nThe industry can hate me, 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got?\nI mean, it's too many options\nI'm finna pass on this body\nI'm John Stockton\nBeat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'\nCertified boogeyman\nI'm the one that up the score with 'em\nWalk him down, whole time\nI know he got some ho in him\nPole on him, extort\nBully Death Row on him\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any bitch that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nAnd Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor\n\nThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us\nThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way\n\nHol on\nI go by the name of KDOTDOT, Kendrick Lamar, oklama, Mr Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton California to party with yall\n\nLet me hear you say\nMUSTARD\n\nActin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nI'm in the city where the flag\nBe gettin' thrown like it was pass interference\nPadlock around the building\nCrash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag\nWith a bone to pick like it was sea bass\nTryna show the ropes before they hung from a rope\nI'm prophetic, they only talk about it how I get it\nHow many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics?\nHurry up and get your muscle up, we out the plyometric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMUSTARD\nActin' bad, but somebody gotta do it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  duration_ms: 801000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League\n  Welcomes you to the\n  Apple Music Super Bowl 59 Halftime show\n\n  It's your Uncle Sam\n\n  The revolution bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time but the wrong guy\n\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  (When I hear music, it makes me dance)\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you fed if you criminal?\n  \"Hey Dot, can I get a drop?\" I'm like, \"nah\"\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah)\n\n  Squabble up, squabble up\n  Squabble up, squabble up\n  Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm)\n  Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up\n\n  No no no no no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar do you really know how to play the game?\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Finesse on 'em with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a\n\n  Be humble (hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up)\n  Be humble (hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up)\n  Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA\n  I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA\n  I was born like this\n  Since one like this, immaculate conception\n  I transform like this, perform like this\n  Was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?\n\n  It's KDOT\n\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious that's okay with me\n  Burn his think down don't you play with me or stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, no one's safe with me\n  I did it with integrity\n  And still try hate on me, just wait and see\n  More blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, nothin' changed with me, still got pain in me\n  Flip a coin, want the shameless me or the famous me?\n  How annoying, broke the poison to get my speak ashamed of me\n  It's important I deserve it all because it's mine\n\n  Ahhh, I see you brought the homeboys with you\n  Scorekeeper\n  Deduct one life\n\n  Ayy, what?\n  Look\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo\n  I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo\n  Eighty-pointers like a Kobe game\n  7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo\n  Poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo\n  Peekaboo\n  Cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo\n  Why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo\n  You know my lil' off they rocker\n  Peekaboo\n  Peekaboo\n  Let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street\n  Peekaboo\n  Yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep\n  Peekaboo\n  He on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet\n\n  (Peakaboo)\n  Ladies\n  (Yes DOT)\n  I wanna make a move\n  (For sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song, but you know they love to sue\n  (What song)\n  Yeah that song\n  (That song)\n  Aight' maybe I think about it\n  (oh no)\n  Know what I'll slow it down\n  Say ladies do me this solid\n  (Ohhhhhh)\n  Ahhh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, fah\n\n  In this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine)\n  It go in (when you), out (ride it), do it real slow (slide)\n  Baby, you a star, strike, pose (right)\n  When I'm (when you), with you (with me), everything goes (slow)\n  Come and (put that), put that (on my), on my (titi), soul (soul)\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Uh you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence\n  And calculated promises all in your conversation\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important?\n  You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning\n  On my mama, that's the realest\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah hah that's what i'm talking about\n  That's what America wants\n  Nice and calm\n  You almost there, don't mess this\n  (oh no)\n  It's a cultural divide imma get it on the flow\n  (you really bout' to do it)\n  40 acres n the mule this bigger than the music\n  (you really bout' to do it)\n  Yeah they tried to rig the game but you can't fake influence\n  (then get on it like that)\n\n  Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho\n  Deebo any rap, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe, bro\"\n  He walk around like Teezo\n  What's up with these jabroni tryna see Compton?\n  The industry can hate me, 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got?\n  I mean, it's too many options\n  I'm finna pass on this body\n  I'm John Stockton\n  Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  Certified boogeyman\n  I'm the one that up the score with 'em\n  Walk him down, whole time\n  I know he got some ho in him\n  Pole on him, extort\n  Bully Death Row on him\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any bitch that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor\n\n  They not like us, they not like us, they not like us\n  They not like us, they not like us, they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way\n\n  Hol on\n  I go by the name of KDOTDOT, Kendrick Lamar, oklama, Mr Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton California to party with yall\n\n  Let me hear you say\n  MUSTARD\n\n  Actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  I'm in the city where the flag\n  Be gettin' thrown like it was pass interference\n  Padlock around the building\n  Crash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag\n  With a bone to pick like it was sea bass\n  Tryna show the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  I'm prophetic, they only talk about it how I get it\n  How many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics?\n  Hurry up and get your muscle up, we out the plyometric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  MUSTARD\n  Actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n"},{"id":17734326,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar, NFL","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","duration":800.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.55] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.39] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.22] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.98] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.58] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.25] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.94] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.67] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.17] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.85] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.86] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.06] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.25] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.66] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.82] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.09] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.13] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.35] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.44] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.58] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.83] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.32] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.04] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.10] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.47] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.72] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.23] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.42] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.19] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.01] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.63] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.77] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.55] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.62] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.18] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.49] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.90] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.43] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.76] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.16] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.59] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.62] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.08] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.58] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.66] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.94] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.64] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.07] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.25] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.49] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.53] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.56] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.00] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.17] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.48] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.41] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.17] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.10] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.15] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.34] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.95] It been that day for me\n[03:08.37] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.27] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.64] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.97] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.27] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.28] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.63] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.83] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.28] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.16] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.32] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.57] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.72] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.80] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.37] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.33] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.86] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.81] Hol' on\n[04:13.69] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.33] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.32] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.37] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.33] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.74] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.03] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.59] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.79] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.30] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.96] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.83] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.44] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.82] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.17] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.58] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.10] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.54] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.90] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.27] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.27] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.37] I deserve it all\n[05:30.23] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.50] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.40] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.42] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.73] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.54] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.14] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.71] How annoying\n[05:52.06] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.78] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.36] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.19] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.57] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.55] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.58] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.12] Look\n[06:19.62] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.37] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.54] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.35] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.64] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.10] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.46] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.91] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.47] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.73] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.08] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.61] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.52] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.26] Peekaboo\n[06:59.26] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.15] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.71] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.77] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.12] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.99] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.53] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.47] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.49] If this world were mine\n[07:24.70] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.31] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.82] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.32] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.30] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.56] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.16] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.71] If it was up to me\n[08:02.87] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.31] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.82] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.74] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.34] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.31] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.75] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.28] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.63] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.97] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.85] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.20] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.96] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.47] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.56] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.66] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.37] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.60] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.97] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.82] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.51] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.86] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.21] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.42] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.67] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.08] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.29] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.87] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.50] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.53] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.71] You're almost there\n[09:57.31] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.90] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.75] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.45] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.15] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.18] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.52] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.82] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.73] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.88] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.33] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.60] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.83] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.78] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.47] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.15] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.59] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.54] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.97] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.46] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.85] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.23] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.65] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.94] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.50] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.06] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.27] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.98] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.15] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.71] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.03] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.21] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.17] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.69] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.99] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.42] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.63] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.88] This is GNX\n[11:50.95] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.54] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.80] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.79] Mustard!\n[11:59.42] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.48] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.05] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.92] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.61] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.42] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.79] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.97] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.75] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.84] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.01] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.95] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.60] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.28] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.56] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.78] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.08] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.42] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.95] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.36] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.31] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.65] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.55] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.18] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.14] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.59] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.44] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.78] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar, NFL\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  duration_ms: 800000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2550\n  end_ms: 4390\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4390\n  end_ms: 20220\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20220\n  end_ms: 25980\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25980\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31580\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31580\n  end_ms: 33250\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33250\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 38170\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38170\n  end_ms: 39850\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39850\n  end_ms: 42860\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42860\n  end_ms: 46060\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46060\n  end_ms: 49250\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49250\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 55820\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55820\n  end_ms: 57090\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57090\n  end_ms: 59130\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59130\n  end_ms: 60350\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60350\n  end_ms: 62440\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62440\n  end_ms: 63580\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63580\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 67320\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67320\n  end_ms: 69040\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69040\n  end_ms: 71100\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71100\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 75720\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75720\n  end_ms: 77230\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77230\n  end_ms: 82420\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82420\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89190\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89190\n  end_ms: 97010\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97010\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 100770\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100770\n  end_ms: 103550\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103550\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107620\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107620\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 112490\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112490\n  end_ms: 116900\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116900\n  end_ms: 121430\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121430\n  end_ms: 123760\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123760\n  end_ms: 126160\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126160\n  end_ms: 128590\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128590\n  end_ms: 130620\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130620\n  end_ms: 133080\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133080\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 137660\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 139940\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139940\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149250\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149250\n  end_ms: 151490\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151490\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156530\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156530\n  end_ms: 158560\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158560\n  end_ms: 161000\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161000\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165480\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165480\n  end_ms: 167410\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167410\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 175100\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175100\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 185340\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185340\n  end_ms: 186950\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186950\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 191270\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191270\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197970\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197970\n  end_ms: 201270\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201270\n  end_ms: 204280\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204280\n  end_ms: 207630\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207630\n  end_ms: 210830\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210830\n  end_ms: 214280\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214280\n  end_ms: 217160\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217160\n  end_ms: 220320\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220320\n  end_ms: 223570\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223570\n  end_ms: 226720\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226720\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232800\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232800\n  end_ms: 235370\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235370\n  end_ms: 238330\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238330\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244860\n- 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boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276790\n  end_ms: 279300\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279300\n  end_ms: 280960\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280960\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288830\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288830\n  end_ms: 290440\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290440\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 297170\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297170\n  end_ms: 300580\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300580\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304100\n  end_ms: 307540\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307540\n  end_ms: 310900\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310900\n  end_ms: 314270\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314270\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320270\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320270\n  end_ms: 328370\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328370\n  end_ms: 330230\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330230\n  end_ms: 332500\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332500\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337400\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337400\n  end_ms: 339420\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339420\n  end_ms: 341730\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341730\n  end_ms: 344540\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344540\n  end_ms: 347140\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347140\n  end_ms: 349710\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349710\n  end_ms: 352060\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352060\n  end_ms: 354780\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354780\n  end_ms: 357360\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357360\n  end_ms: 360190\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360190\n  end_ms: 360570\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360570\n  end_ms: 363550\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363550\n  end_ms: 366580\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366580\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378120\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378120\n  end_ms: 379620\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379620\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382370\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382370\n  end_ms: 383540\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383540\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389350\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389350\n  end_ms: 391640\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391640\n  end_ms: 394100\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394100\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398910\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398910\n  end_ms: 401470\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401470\n  end_ms: 403730\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403730\n  end_ms: 406080\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406080\n  end_ms: 408610\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408610\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413520\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413520\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418260\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418260\n  end_ms: 419260\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419260\n  end_ms: 421150\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421150\n  end_ms: 423710\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423710\n  end_ms: 425770\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425770\n  end_ms: 429120\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429120\n  end_ms: 430990\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430990\n  end_ms: 433530\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433530\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439470\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439470\n  end_ms: 442490\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442490\n  end_ms: 444700\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444700\n  end_ms: 448310\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448310\n  end_ms: 451820\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451820\n  end_ms: 455320\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455320\n  end_ms: 459300\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459300\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468560\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468560\n  end_ms: 472160\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472160\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480710\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480710\n  end_ms: 482870\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482870\n  end_ms: 486310\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486310\n  end_ms: 490820\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490820\n  end_ms: 492740\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492740\n  end_ms: 494340\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494340\n  end_ms: 498310\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498310\n  end_ms: 501750\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501750\n  end_ms: 505280\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505280\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527630\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527630\n  end_ms: 529970\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529970\n  end_ms: 532850\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532850\n  end_ms: 535200\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535200\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539960\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539960\n  end_ms: 542470\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542470\n  end_ms: 547560\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547560\n  end_ms: 549660\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549660\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555370\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555370\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559600\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559600\n  end_ms: 561970\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561970\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566820\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566820\n  end_ms: 567510\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567510\n  end_ms: 570860\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570860\n  end_ms: 573210\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573210\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577420\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577420\n  end_ms: 580670\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580670\n  end_ms: 583080\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583080\n  end_ms: 585290\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585290\n  end_ms: 587870\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587870\n  end_ms: 589500\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589500\n  end_ms: 591530\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591530\n  end_ms: 595710\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595710\n  end_ms: 597310\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597310\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601900\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601900\n  end_ms: 602750\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602750\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607450\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607450\n  end_ms: 611150\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611150\n  end_ms: 612180\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612180\n  end_ms: 615520\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615520\n  end_ms: 616820\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616820\n  end_ms: 620730\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620730\n  end_ms: 621880\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621880\n  end_ms: 624330\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624330\n  end_ms: 626600\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626600\n  end_ms: 628830\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628830\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633780\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633780\n  end_ms: 636470\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636470\n  end_ms: 640150\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640150\n  end_ms: 643590\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643590\n  end_ms: 645540\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645540\n  end_ms: 647970\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647970\n  end_ms: 650460\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650460\n  end_ms: 652850\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652850\n  end_ms: 655230\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655230\n  end_ms: 657650\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657650\n  end_ms: 659940\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659940\n  end_ms: 662500\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662500\n  end_ms: 665060\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665060\n  end_ms: 667270\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667270\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671980\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671980\n  end_ms: 674150\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674150\n  end_ms: 676710\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676710\n  end_ms: 679030\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679030\n  end_ms: 687210\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687210\n  end_ms: 692170\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692170\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697690\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697690\n  end_ms: 699990\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699990\n  end_ms: 702420\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702420\n  end_ms: 706630\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706630\n  end_ms: 709880\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709880\n  end_ms: 710950\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710950\n  end_ms: 712540\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712540\n  end_ms: 713800\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713800\n  end_ms: 714790\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714790\n  end_ms: 719420\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719420\n  end_ms: 721480\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721480\n  end_ms: 724050\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724050\n  end_ms: 725920\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725920\n  end_ms: 728610\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728610\n  end_ms: 731420\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731420\n  end_ms: 733790\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733790\n  end_ms: 735970\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735970\n  end_ms: 738750\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738750\n  end_ms: 740840\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740840\n  end_ms: 743010\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743010\n  end_ms: 745950\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745950\n  end_ms: 747600\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747600\n  end_ms: 750280\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750280\n  end_ms: 752560\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752560\n  end_ms: 755780\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755780\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760080\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760080\n  end_ms: 762420\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762420\n  end_ms: 764950\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764950\n  end_ms: 767360\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767360\n  end_ms: 769310\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769310\n  end_ms: 771650\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771650\n  end_ms: 776550\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776550\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781180\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781180\n  end_ms: 783140\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783140\n  end_ms: 785590\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785590\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794440\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794440\n  end_ms: 796780\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796780\n  end_ms: 800450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800450\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":19927821,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live (Paused)","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live (Paused)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","duration":800.699,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.55] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.38] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.29] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.95] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.14] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.54] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.24] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.94] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.68] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.14] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.91] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.87] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.02] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.22] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.64] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.86] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.07] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.19] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.38] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.42] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.52] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.88] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.38] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.00] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.10] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.26] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.43] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.76] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.22] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.45] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.25] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.18] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.07] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.66] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.77] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.56] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.61] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.15] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.44] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.98] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.45] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.79] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.12] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.58] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.63] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.08] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.55] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.63] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.98] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.77] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.65] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.06] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.26] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.45] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.86] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.52] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.59] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.03] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.15] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.44] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.48] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.13] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.12] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.14] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.30] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.98] It been that day for me\n[03:08.37] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.22] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.63] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.92] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.21] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.29] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.61] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.83] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.27] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.15] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.32] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.52] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.78] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.99] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.80] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.33] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.36] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.89] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.82] Hol' on\n[04:13.68] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.38] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.37] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.33] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.83] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.34] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.78] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.05] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.59] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.78] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.23] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.87] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.70] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.87] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.48] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.91] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.87] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.10] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.56] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.15] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.55] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.97] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.27] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.24] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.27] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.37] I deserve it all\n[05:30.28] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.53] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.48] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.46] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.72] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.57] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.12] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.76] How annoying\n[05:52.00] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.77] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.33] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.16] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.56] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.51] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.59] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.23] Ay, what?\n[06:18.12] Look\n[06:19.67] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.12] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.33] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.54] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.43] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.39] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.69] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.19] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.46] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.96] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.43] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.74] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.04] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.62] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.97] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.58] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.80] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.24] Peekaboo\n[06:59.20] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.17] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.76] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.77] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.17] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.93] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.50] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.63] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.40] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.42] If this world were mine\n[07:24.73] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.34] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.84] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.31] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.36] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.78] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.56] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.19] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.47] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.75] If it was up to me\n[08:02.88] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.34] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.82] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.72] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.38] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.37] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.74] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.26] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.65] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:50.04] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.81] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.16] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.51] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.97] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.44] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.58] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.62] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.14] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.23] I don't even like you\n[09:17.11] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.66] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.96] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.55] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.81] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.57] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.82] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.29] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.44] All the stars are close\n[09:37.42] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.67] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.09] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.20] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.81] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.52] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.52] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.70] You're almost there\n[09:57.30] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.67] Ah\n[10:01.96] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.74] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.21] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.47] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.11] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.12] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.55] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.84] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.71] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.85] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.38] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.64] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.86] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.75] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.79] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.42] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.16] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.57] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.55] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.97] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.40] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.78] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.23] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.60] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.97] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.55] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.02] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.20] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.65] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.91] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.17] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.71] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.06] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.28] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.19] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.37] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.60] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.93] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.41] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.61] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.88] This is GNX\n[11:50.90] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.55] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.85] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.75] Mustard!\n[11:59.45] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.48] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.02] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.92] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.63] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.48] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.73] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.90] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.72] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.83] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.08] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.97] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.65] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.29] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.53] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.77] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.96] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.05] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.43] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.95] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.34] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.30] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.66] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.57] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.51] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.18] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.15] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.51] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.33] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.41] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.77] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show - Live (Paused)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  duration_ms: 800699\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2550\n  end_ms: 4380\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 20290\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20290\n  end_ms: 25950\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25950\n  end_ms: 30140\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30140\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 33240\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33240\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 36680\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36680\n  end_ms: 38140\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38140\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 49220\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49220\n  end_ms: 52640\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52640\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55860\n  end_ms: 57070\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57070\n  end_ms: 59190\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59190\n  end_ms: 60380\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60380\n  end_ms: 62420\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62420\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 65880\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65880\n  end_ms: 67380\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67380\n  end_ms: 69000\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69000\n  end_ms: 71100\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71100\n  end_ms: 72260\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72260\n  end_ms: 73430\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73430\n  end_ms: 75760\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75760\n  end_ms: 77220\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77220\n  end_ms: 82450\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82450\n  end_ms: 84250\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84250\n  end_ms: 89180\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89180\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99660\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99660\n  end_ms: 100770\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100770\n  end_ms: 103560\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103560\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107610\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107610\n  end_ms: 110150\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110150\n  end_ms: 112440\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112440\n  end_ms: 116980\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116980\n  end_ms: 121450\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121450\n  end_ms: 123790\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123790\n  end_ms: 126120\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126120\n  end_ms: 128580\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128580\n  end_ms: 130630\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130630\n  end_ms: 133080\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133080\n  end_ms: 135550\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135550\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 139980\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139980\n  end_ms: 142770\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142770\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 147060\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147060\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 151450\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151450\n  end_ms: 153860\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153860\n  end_ms: 156520\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156520\n  end_ms: 158590\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158590\n  end_ms: 161030\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161030\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165440\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165440\n  end_ms: 167480\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167480\n  end_ms: 170130\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170130\n  end_ms: 175120\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175120\n  end_ms: 180140\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180140\n  end_ms: 185300\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185300\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 191220\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191220\n  end_ms: 194630\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194630\n  end_ms: 197920\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197920\n  end_ms: 201210\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201210\n  end_ms: 204290\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204290\n  end_ms: 207610\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207610\n  end_ms: 210830\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210830\n  end_ms: 214270\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214270\n  end_ms: 217150\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217150\n  end_ms: 220320\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220320\n  end_ms: 223520\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223520\n  end_ms: 226780\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226780\n  end_ms: 229990\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229990\n  end_ms: 232800\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232800\n  end_ms: 235330\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235330\n  end_ms: 238360\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238360\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244890\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244890\n  end_ms: 247820\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247820\n  end_ms: 253680\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253680\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 259330\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259330\n  end_ms: 261830\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261830\n  end_ms: 265340\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265340\n  end_ms: 268780\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268780\n  end_ms: 272050\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272050\n  end_ms: 275590\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275590\n  end_ms: 276780\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276780\n  end_ms: 279230\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279230\n  end_ms: 280870\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280870\n  end_ms: 286700\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286700\n  end_ms: 288870\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288870\n  end_ms: 290480\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290480\n  end_ms: 291910\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291910\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 297100\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297100\n  end_ms: 300560\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300560\n  end_ms: 304150\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304150\n  end_ms: 307550\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307550\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 314270\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314270\n  end_ms: 318240\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318240\n  end_ms: 320270\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320270\n  end_ms: 328370\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328370\n  end_ms: 330280\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330280\n  end_ms: 332530\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332530\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339460\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339460\n  end_ms: 341720\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341720\n  end_ms: 344570\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344570\n  end_ms: 347120\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347120\n  end_ms: 349760\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349760\n  end_ms: 352000\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352000\n  end_ms: 354770\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354770\n  end_ms: 357330\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357330\n  end_ms: 360160\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360160\n  end_ms: 360560\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360560\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 366590\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366590\n  end_ms: 372230\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372230\n  end_ms: 378120\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378120\n  end_ms: 379670\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379670\n  end_ms: 381120\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381120\n  end_ms: 382330\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382330\n  end_ms: 383540\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383540\n  end_ms: 385430\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385430\n  end_ms: 389390\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389390\n  end_ms: 391690\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391690\n  end_ms: 394190\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394190\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398960\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398960\n  end_ms: 401430\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401430\n  end_ms: 403740\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403740\n  end_ms: 406040\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406040\n  end_ms: 408620\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408620\n  end_ms: 410970\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410970\n  end_ms: 413580\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413580\n  end_ms: 415800\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415800\n  end_ms: 418240\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418240\n  end_ms: 419200\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419200\n  end_ms: 421170\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421170\n  end_ms: 423760\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423760\n  end_ms: 425770\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425770\n  end_ms: 429170\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429170\n  end_ms: 430930\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430930\n  end_ms: 433500\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433500\n  end_ms: 435630\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435630\n  end_ms: 439400\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439400\n  end_ms: 442420\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442420\n  end_ms: 444730\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444730\n  end_ms: 448340\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448340\n  end_ms: 451840\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451840\n  end_ms: 455310\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455310\n  end_ms: 459360\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459360\n  end_ms: 464780\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464780\n  end_ms: 468560\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468560\n  end_ms: 472190\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472190\n  end_ms: 475470\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475470\n  end_ms: 480750\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480750\n  end_ms: 482880\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482880\n  end_ms: 486340\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486340\n  end_ms: 490820\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490820\n  end_ms: 492720\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492720\n  end_ms: 494380\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494380\n  end_ms: 498370\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498370\n  end_ms: 501740\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501740\n  end_ms: 505260\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505260\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527650\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527650\n  end_ms: 530040\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 530040\n  end_ms: 532810\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532810\n  end_ms: 535160\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535160\n  end_ms: 537510\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537510\n  end_ms: 539970\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539970\n  end_ms: 542440\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542440\n  end_ms: 547580\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547580\n  end_ms: 549620\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549620\n  end_ms: 552140\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552140\n  end_ms: 555230\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555230\n  end_ms: 557110\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557110\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 561960\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561960\n  end_ms: 564550\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564550\n  end_ms: 566810\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566810\n  end_ms: 567570\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567570\n  end_ms: 570820\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570820\n  end_ms: 573290\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573290\n  end_ms: 575440\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575440\n  end_ms: 577420\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577420\n  end_ms: 580670\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580670\n  end_ms: 583090\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583090\n  end_ms: 585200\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585200\n  end_ms: 587810\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587810\n  end_ms: 589520\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589520\n  end_ms: 591520\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591520\n  end_ms: 595700\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595700\n  end_ms: 597300\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597300\n  end_ms: 600670\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600670\n  end_ms: 601960\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601960\n  end_ms: 602740\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602740\n  end_ms: 606210\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606210\n  end_ms: 607470\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607470\n  end_ms: 611110\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611110\n  end_ms: 612120\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612120\n  end_ms: 615550\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615550\n  end_ms: 616840\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616840\n  end_ms: 620710\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620710\n  end_ms: 621850\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621850\n  end_ms: 624380\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624380\n  end_ms: 626640\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626640\n  end_ms: 628860\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628860\n  end_ms: 631750\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631750\n  end_ms: 633790\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633790\n  end_ms: 636420\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636420\n  end_ms: 640160\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640160\n  end_ms: 643570\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643570\n  end_ms: 645550\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645550\n  end_ms: 647970\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647970\n  end_ms: 650400\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650400\n  end_ms: 652780\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652780\n  end_ms: 655230\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655230\n  end_ms: 657600\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657600\n  end_ms: 659970\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659970\n  end_ms: 662550\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662550\n  end_ms: 665020\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665020\n  end_ms: 667200\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667200\n  end_ms: 669650\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669650\n  end_ms: 671910\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671910\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676710\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676710\n  end_ms: 679060\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679060\n  end_ms: 687280\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687280\n  end_ms: 692190\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692190\n  end_ms: 695370\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695370\n  end_ms: 697600\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697600\n  end_ms: 699930\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699930\n  end_ms: 702410\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702410\n  end_ms: 706610\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706610\n  end_ms: 709880\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709880\n  end_ms: 710900\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710900\n  end_ms: 712550\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712550\n  end_ms: 713850\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713850\n  end_ms: 714750\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714750\n  end_ms: 719450\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719450\n  end_ms: 721480\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721480\n  end_ms: 724020\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724020\n  end_ms: 725920\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725920\n  end_ms: 728630\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728630\n  end_ms: 731480\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731480\n  end_ms: 733730\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733730\n  end_ms: 735900\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735900\n  end_ms: 738720\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738720\n  end_ms: 740830\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740830\n  end_ms: 743080\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743080\n  end_ms: 745970\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745970\n  end_ms: 747650\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747650\n  end_ms: 750290\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750290\n  end_ms: 752530\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752530\n  end_ms: 755770\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755770\n  end_ms: 757960\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757960\n  end_ms: 760050\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760050\n  end_ms: 762430\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762430\n  end_ms: 764950\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764950\n  end_ms: 767340\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767340\n  end_ms: 769300\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769300\n  end_ms: 771660\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771660\n  end_ms: 776570\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776570\n  end_ms: 778510\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778510\n  end_ms: 781180\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781180\n  end_ms: 783150\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783150\n  end_ms: 785510\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785510\n  end_ms: 788330\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788330\n  end_ms: 794410\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794410\n  end_ms: 796770\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796770\n  end_ms: 800490\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800490\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":35181810,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":800.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? 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(Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.31] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.27] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.92] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.53] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.28] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.96] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.69] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.14] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.89] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.87] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.08] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.28] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.60] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.83] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.07] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.16] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.36] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.41] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.54] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.82] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.37] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.01] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.15] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.43] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.79] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.25] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.46] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.18] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.07] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.69] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.71] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.50] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.69] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.16] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.42] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.93] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.45] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.70] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.11] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.54] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.60] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.04] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.52] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.67] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.92] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.62] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.03] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.21] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.44] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.50] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.58] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.08] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.15] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.44] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.49] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.14] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.11] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.19] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.35] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.92] It been that day for me\n[03:08.32] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.24] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.68] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.94] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.28] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.24] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.89] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.29] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.15] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.34] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.51] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.73] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.85] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.35] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.30] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.80] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.89] Hol' on\n[04:13.66] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.38] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.37] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.32] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.37] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.76] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.04] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.56] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.71] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.27] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.98] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.85] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.43] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.80] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.18] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.54] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.19] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.53] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.98] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.21] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.25] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.36] I deserve it all\n[05:30.22] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.55] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.42] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.44] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.70] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.50] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.11] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.72] How annoying\n[05:52.03] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.79] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.38] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.17] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.55] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.50] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.53] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.16] Look\n[06:19.69] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.30] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.59] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.34] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.69] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.19] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.43] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.90] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.46] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.79] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.07] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.69] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.50] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.29] Peekaboo\n[06:59.21] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.12] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.70] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.73] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.15] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.90] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.52] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.45] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.42] If this world were mine\n[07:24.76] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.30] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.89] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.35] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.38] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.55] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.14] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.74] If it was up to me\n[08:02.84] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.38] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.84] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.71] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.32] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.72] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.24] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.66] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.98] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.89] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.19] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.92] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.48] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.59] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.60] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.36] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.66] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.92] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.85] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.88] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.26] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.47] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.63] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.01] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.84] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.58] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.55] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.79] You're almost there\n[09:57.32] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.93] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.78] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.43] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.17] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.17] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.55] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.86] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.76] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.85] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.36] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.62] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.90] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.75] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.44] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.18] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.53] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.53] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.94] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.40] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.88] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.27] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.62] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.93] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.52] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.01] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.29] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.93] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.17] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.75] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.02] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.22] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.18] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.60] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.93] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.46] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.66] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.89] This is GNX\n[11:50.92] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.58] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.88] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.76] Mustard!\n[11:59.43] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.43] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.04] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.97] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.65] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.49] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.78] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.93] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.76] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.80] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.07] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.98] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.61] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.27] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.50] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.75] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.05] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.47] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.97] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.34] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.37] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.67] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.13] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.18] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.56] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.47] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.72] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 800000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 20270\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20270\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 33280\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33280\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38140\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38140\n  end_ms: 39890\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39890\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 49280\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49280\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57070\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57070\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 60360\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60360\n  end_ms: 62410\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62410\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 65820\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65820\n  end_ms: 67370\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67370\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 71150\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71150\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73430\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73430\n  end_ms: 75790\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75790\n  end_ms: 77250\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77250\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89180\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89180\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99690\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99690\n  end_ms: 100710\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100710\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107690\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107690\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 112420\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112420\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 121450\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121450\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 126110\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126110\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130600\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130600\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 135520\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135520\n  end_ms: 137670\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137670\n  end_ms: 139920\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139920\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 147030\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147030\n  end_ms: 149210\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149210\n  end_ms: 151440\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151440\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158580\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158580\n  end_ms: 161080\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161080\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165440\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165440\n  end_ms: 167490\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167490\n  end_ms: 170140\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170140\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 180190\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180190\n  end_ms: 185350\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185350\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 191240\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191240\n  end_ms: 194680\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194680\n  end_ms: 197940\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197940\n  end_ms: 201280\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201280\n  end_ms: 204240\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204240\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210890\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210890\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 217150\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217150\n  end_ms: 220340\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220340\n  end_ms: 223510\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223510\n  end_ms: 226730\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226730\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232850\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232850\n  end_ms: 235350\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235350\n  end_ms: 238300\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238300\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244800\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244800\n  end_ms: 247890\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247890\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 259320\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259320\n  end_ms: 261820\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261820\n  end_ms: 265370\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265370\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 275560\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275560\n  end_ms: 276710\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276710\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 280980\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280980\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293800\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293800\n  end_ms: 297180\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297180\n  end_ms: 300540\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300540\n  end_ms: 304190\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304190\n  end_ms: 307530\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307530\n  end_ms: 310980\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310980\n  end_ms: 314210\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314210\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320250\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320250\n  end_ms: 328360\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328360\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332550\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332550\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337420\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337420\n  end_ms: 339440\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339440\n  end_ms: 341700\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341700\n  end_ms: 344500\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344500\n  end_ms: 347110\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347110\n  end_ms: 349720\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349720\n  end_ms: 352030\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352030\n  end_ms: 354790\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354790\n  end_ms: 357380\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357380\n  end_ms: 360170\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360170\n  end_ms: 360550\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360550\n  end_ms: 363500\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363500\n  end_ms: 366530\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366530\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378160\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378160\n  end_ms: 379690\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379690\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382300\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382300\n  end_ms: 383590\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383590\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389340\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389340\n  end_ms: 391690\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391690\n  end_ms: 394190\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394190\n  end_ms: 396430\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396430\n  end_ms: 398900\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398900\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403790\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403790\n  end_ms: 406070\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406070\n  end_ms: 408690\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408690\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418290\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418290\n  end_ms: 419210\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419210\n  end_ms: 421120\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421120\n  end_ms: 423700\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423700\n  end_ms: 425730\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425730\n  end_ms: 429150\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429150\n  end_ms: 430900\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430900\n  end_ms: 433520\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433520\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439450\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439450\n  end_ms: 442420\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442420\n  end_ms: 444760\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444760\n  end_ms: 448300\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448300\n  end_ms: 451890\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451890\n  end_ms: 455350\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455350\n  end_ms: 459380\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459380\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468550\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468550\n  end_ms: 472140\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472140\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480740\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480740\n  end_ms: 482840\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482840\n  end_ms: 486380\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486380\n  end_ms: 490840\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490840\n  end_ms: 492710\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492710\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498320\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498320\n  end_ms: 501720\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501720\n  end_ms: 505240\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505240\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527660\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527660\n  end_ms: 529980\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529980\n  end_ms: 532890\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532890\n  end_ms: 535190\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535190\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539920\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539920\n  end_ms: 542480\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542480\n  end_ms: 547590\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547590\n  end_ms: 549600\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549600\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555360\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555360\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 561920\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561920\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566850\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566850\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570880\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570880\n  end_ms: 573260\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573260\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577470\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577470\n  end_ms: 580630\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580630\n  end_ms: 583010\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583010\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587840\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587840\n  end_ms: 589580\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589580\n  end_ms: 591550\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591550\n  end_ms: 595790\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595790\n  end_ms: 597320\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597320\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601930\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601930\n  end_ms: 602780\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602780\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607430\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607430\n  end_ms: 611170\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611170\n  end_ms: 612170\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612170\n  end_ms: 615550\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615550\n  end_ms: 616860\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616860\n  end_ms: 620760\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620760\n  end_ms: 621850\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621850\n  end_ms: 624360\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624360\n  end_ms: 626620\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626620\n  end_ms: 628900\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628900\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633750\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633750\n  end_ms: 636440\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636440\n  end_ms: 640180\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640180\n  end_ms: 643530\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643530\n  end_ms: 645530\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645530\n  end_ms: 647940\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647940\n  end_ms: 650400\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650400\n  end_ms: 652880\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652880\n  end_ms: 655270\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655270\n  end_ms: 657620\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657620\n  end_ms: 659930\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659930\n  end_ms: 662520\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662520\n  end_ms: 665010\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665010\n  end_ms: 667290\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667290\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671930\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671930\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676750\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676750\n  end_ms: 679020\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679020\n  end_ms: 687220\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687220\n  end_ms: 692180\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692180\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697600\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697600\n  end_ms: 699930\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699930\n  end_ms: 702460\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702460\n  end_ms: 706660\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706660\n  end_ms: 709890\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709890\n  end_ms: 710920\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710920\n  end_ms: 712580\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712580\n  end_ms: 713880\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713880\n  end_ms: 714760\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714760\n  end_ms: 719430\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719430\n  end_ms: 721430\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721430\n  end_ms: 724040\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724040\n  end_ms: 725970\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725970\n  end_ms: 728650\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728650\n  end_ms: 731490\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731490\n  end_ms: 733780\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733780\n  end_ms: 735930\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735930\n  end_ms: 738760\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738760\n  end_ms: 740800\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740800\n  end_ms: 743070\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743070\n  end_ms: 745980\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745980\n  end_ms: 747610\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747610\n  end_ms: 750270\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750270\n  end_ms: 752500\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752500\n  end_ms: 755750\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755750\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760050\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760050\n  end_ms: 762470\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762470\n  end_ms: 764970\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764970\n  end_ms: 767340\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767340\n  end_ms: 769370\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769370\n  end_ms: 771670\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771670\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781130\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781130\n  end_ms: 783180\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783180\n  end_ms: 785560\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785560\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794470\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794470\n  end_ms: 796720\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796720\n  end_ms: 800460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800460\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? 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Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! 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It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.31] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.27] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.92] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.53] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.28] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.96] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.69] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.14] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.89] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.87] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.08] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.28] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.60] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.83] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.07] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.16] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.36] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.41] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.54] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.82] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.37] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.01] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.15] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.43] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.79] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.25] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.46] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.18] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.07] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.69] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.71] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.50] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.69] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.16] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.42] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.93] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.45] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.70] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.11] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.54] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.60] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.04] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.52] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.67] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.92] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.62] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.03] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.21] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.44] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.50] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.58] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.08] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.15] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.44] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.49] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.14] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.11] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.19] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.35] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.92] It been that day for me\n[03:08.32] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.24] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.68] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.94] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.28] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.24] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.89] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.29] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.15] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.34] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.51] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.73] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.85] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.35] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.30] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.80] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.89] Hol' on\n[04:13.66] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.38] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.37] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.32] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.37] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.76] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.04] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.56] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.71] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.27] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.98] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.85] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.43] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.80] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.18] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.54] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.19] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.53] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.98] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.21] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.25] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.36] I deserve it all\n[05:30.22] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.55] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.42] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.44] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.70] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.50] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.11] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.72] How annoying\n[05:52.03] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.79] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.38] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.17] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.55] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.50] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.53] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.16] Look\n[06:19.69] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.30] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.59] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.34] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.69] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.19] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.43] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.90] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.46] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.79] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.07] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.69] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.50] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.29] Peekaboo\n[06:59.21] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.12] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.70] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.73] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.15] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.90] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.52] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.45] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.42] If this world were mine\n[07:24.76] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.30] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.89] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.35] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.38] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.55] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.14] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.74] If it was up to me\n[08:02.84] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.38] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.84] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.71] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.32] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.72] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.24] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.66] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.98] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.89] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.19] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.92] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.48] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.59] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.60] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.36] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.66] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.92] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.85] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.88] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.26] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.47] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.63] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.01] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.84] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.58] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.55] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.79] You're almost there\n[09:57.32] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.93] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.78] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.43] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.17] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.17] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.55] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.86] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.76] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.85] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.36] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.62] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.90] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.75] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.44] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.18] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.53] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.53] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.94] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.40] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.88] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.27] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.62] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.93] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.52] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.01] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.29] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.93] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.17] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.75] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.02] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.22] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.18] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.60] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.93] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.46] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.66] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.89] This is GNX\n[11:50.92] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.58] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.88] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.76] Mustard!\n[11:59.43] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.43] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.04] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.97] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.65] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.49] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.78] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.93] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.76] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.80] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.07] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.98] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.61] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.27] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.50] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.75] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.05] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.47] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.97] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.34] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.37] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.67] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.13] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.18] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.56] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.47] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.72] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA\n  duration_ms: 800000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 20270\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20270\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 33280\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33280\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38140\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38140\n  end_ms: 39890\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39890\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 49280\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49280\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57070\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57070\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 60360\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60360\n  end_ms: 62410\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62410\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 65820\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65820\n  end_ms: 67370\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67370\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 71150\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71150\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73430\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73430\n  end_ms: 75790\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75790\n  end_ms: 77250\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77250\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89180\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89180\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99690\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99690\n  end_ms: 100710\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100710\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107690\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107690\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 112420\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112420\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 121450\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121450\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 126110\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126110\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130600\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130600\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 135520\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135520\n  end_ms: 137670\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137670\n  end_ms: 139920\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139920\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 147030\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147030\n  end_ms: 149210\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149210\n  end_ms: 151440\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151440\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158580\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158580\n  end_ms: 161080\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161080\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165440\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165440\n  end_ms: 167490\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167490\n  end_ms: 170140\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170140\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 180190\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180190\n  end_ms: 185350\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185350\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 191240\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191240\n  end_ms: 194680\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194680\n  end_ms: 197940\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197940\n  end_ms: 201280\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201280\n  end_ms: 204240\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204240\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210890\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210890\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 217150\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217150\n  end_ms: 220340\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220340\n  end_ms: 223510\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223510\n  end_ms: 226730\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226730\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232850\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232850\n  end_ms: 235350\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235350\n  end_ms: 238300\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238300\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244800\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244800\n  end_ms: 247890\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247890\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 259320\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259320\n  end_ms: 261820\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261820\n  end_ms: 265370\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265370\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 275560\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275560\n  end_ms: 276710\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276710\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 280980\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280980\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293800\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293800\n  end_ms: 297180\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297180\n  end_ms: 300540\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300540\n  end_ms: 304190\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304190\n  end_ms: 307530\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307530\n  end_ms: 310980\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310980\n  end_ms: 314210\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314210\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320250\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320250\n  end_ms: 328360\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328360\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332550\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332550\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337420\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337420\n  end_ms: 339440\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339440\n  end_ms: 341700\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341700\n  end_ms: 344500\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344500\n  end_ms: 347110\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347110\n  end_ms: 349720\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349720\n  end_ms: 352030\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352030\n  end_ms: 354790\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354790\n  end_ms: 357380\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357380\n  end_ms: 360170\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360170\n  end_ms: 360550\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360550\n  end_ms: 363500\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363500\n  end_ms: 366530\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366530\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378160\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378160\n  end_ms: 379690\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379690\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382300\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382300\n  end_ms: 383590\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383590\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389340\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389340\n  end_ms: 391690\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391690\n  end_ms: 394190\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394190\n  end_ms: 396430\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396430\n  end_ms: 398900\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398900\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403790\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403790\n  end_ms: 406070\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406070\n  end_ms: 408690\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408690\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418290\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418290\n  end_ms: 419210\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419210\n  end_ms: 421120\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421120\n  end_ms: 423700\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423700\n  end_ms: 425730\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425730\n  end_ms: 429150\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429150\n  end_ms: 430900\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430900\n  end_ms: 433520\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433520\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439450\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439450\n  end_ms: 442420\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442420\n  end_ms: 444760\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444760\n  end_ms: 448300\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448300\n  end_ms: 451890\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451890\n  end_ms: 455350\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455350\n  end_ms: 459380\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459380\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468550\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468550\n  end_ms: 472140\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472140\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480740\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480740\n  end_ms: 482840\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482840\n  end_ms: 486380\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486380\n  end_ms: 490840\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490840\n  end_ms: 492710\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492710\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498320\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498320\n  end_ms: 501720\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501720\n  end_ms: 505240\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505240\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527660\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527660\n  end_ms: 529980\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529980\n  end_ms: 532890\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532890\n  end_ms: 535190\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535190\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539920\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539920\n  end_ms: 542480\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542480\n  end_ms: 547590\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547590\n  end_ms: 549600\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549600\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555360\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555360\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 561920\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561920\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566850\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566850\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570880\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570880\n  end_ms: 573260\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573260\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577470\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577470\n  end_ms: 580630\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580630\n  end_ms: 583010\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583010\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587840\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587840\n  end_ms: 589580\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589580\n  end_ms: 591550\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591550\n  end_ms: 595790\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595790\n  end_ms: 597320\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597320\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601930\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601930\n  end_ms: 602780\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602780\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607430\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607430\n  end_ms: 611170\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611170\n  end_ms: 612170\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612170\n  end_ms: 615550\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615550\n  end_ms: 616860\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616860\n  end_ms: 620760\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620760\n  end_ms: 621850\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621850\n  end_ms: 624360\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624360\n  end_ms: 626620\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626620\n  end_ms: 628900\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628900\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633750\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633750\n  end_ms: 636440\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636440\n  end_ms: 640180\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640180\n  end_ms: 643530\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643530\n  end_ms: 645530\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645530\n  end_ms: 647940\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647940\n  end_ms: 650400\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650400\n  end_ms: 652880\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652880\n  end_ms: 655270\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655270\n  end_ms: 657620\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657620\n  end_ms: 659930\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659930\n  end_ms: 662520\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662520\n  end_ms: 665010\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665010\n  end_ms: 667290\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667290\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671930\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671930\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676750\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676750\n  end_ms: 679020\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679020\n  end_ms: 687220\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687220\n  end_ms: 692180\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692180\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697600\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697600\n  end_ms: 699930\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699930\n  end_ms: 702460\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702460\n  end_ms: 706660\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706660\n  end_ms: 709890\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709890\n  end_ms: 710920\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710920\n  end_ms: 712580\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712580\n  end_ms: 713880\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713880\n  end_ms: 714760\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714760\n  end_ms: 719430\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719430\n  end_ms: 721430\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721430\n  end_ms: 724040\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724040\n  end_ms: 725970\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725970\n  end_ms: 728650\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728650\n  end_ms: 731490\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731490\n  end_ms: 733780\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733780\n  end_ms: 735930\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735930\n  end_ms: 738760\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738760\n  end_ms: 740800\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740800\n  end_ms: 743070\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743070\n  end_ms: 745980\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745980\n  end_ms: 747610\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747610\n  end_ms: 750270\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750270\n  end_ms: 752500\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752500\n  end_ms: 755750\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755750\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760050\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760050\n  end_ms: 762470\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762470\n  end_ms: 764970\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764970\n  end_ms: 767340\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767340\n  end_ms: 769370\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769370\n  end_ms: 771670\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771670\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781130\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781130\n  end_ms: 783180\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783180\n  end_ms: 785560\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785560\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794470\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794470\n  end_ms: 796720\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796720\n  end_ms: 800460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800460\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":18565791,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar & NFL","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA","duration":801.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.50] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.38] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.28] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.95] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.14] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.59] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.24] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.92] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.69] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.15] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.82] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.82] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.04] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.28] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.64] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.88] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.04] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.14] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.39] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.49] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.55] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.84] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.31] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.03] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.16] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.25] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.45] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.70] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.26] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.40] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.29] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.16] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.08] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.67] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.72] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.52] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.47] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.66] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.14] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.46] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.91] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.46] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.78] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.16] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.55] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.63] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.04] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.50] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.68] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.95] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.79] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.63] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.08] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.21] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.46] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.85] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.56] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.52] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.05] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.13] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.42] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.44] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.10] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.10] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.11] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.32] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.93] It been that day for me\n[03:08.39] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.28] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.67] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.95] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.20] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.23] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.86] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.29] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.18] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.30] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.59] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.76] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.94] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.89] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.39] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.33] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.50] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.86] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.89] Hol' on\n[04:13.67] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.39] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.34] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.30] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.81] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.39] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.71] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.02] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.50] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.73] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.26] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.90] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.72] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.82] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.45] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.92] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.86] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.10] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.59] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.15] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.58] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.99] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.25] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.24] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.24] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.34] I deserve it all\n[05:30.24] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.58] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.94] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.41] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.47] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.72] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.52] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.14] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.76] How annoying\n[05:52.07] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.79] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.38] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.12] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.52] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.58] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.58] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.20] Ay, what?\n[06:18.10] Look\n[06:19.66] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.13] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.36] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.52] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.45] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.35] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.68] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.17] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.46] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.97] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.46] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.72] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.01] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.65] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.58] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.85] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.29] Peekaboo\n[06:59.22] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.18] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.73] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.78] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.15] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.93] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.57] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.67] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.45] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.46] If this world were mine\n[07:24.76] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.35] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.86] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.32] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.39] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.73] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.55] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.14] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.48] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.73] If it was up to me\n[08:02.82] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.34] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.80] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.78] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.32] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.73] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.22] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.61] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:50.00] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.81] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.14] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.58] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.95] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.42] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.53] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.68] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.19] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.30] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.66] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.96] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.50] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.82] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.89] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.26] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.43] All the stars are close\n[09:37.44] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.65] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.07] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.89] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.58] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.53] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.76] You're almost there\n[09:57.30] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.67] Ah\n[10:01.98] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.71] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.27] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.40] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.15] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.14] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.55] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.87] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.77] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.84] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.37] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.67] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.89] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.73] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.48] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.16] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.52] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.58] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.92] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.46] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.80] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.27] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.63] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.96] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.56] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.01] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.29] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.63] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.92] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.17] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.72] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.03] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.24] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.13] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.69] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.99] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.46] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.66] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.83] This is GNX\n[11:50.94] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.54] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.82] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.77] Mustard!\n[11:59.48] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.40] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.04] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.90] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.67] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.46] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.77] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.97] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.73] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.80] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.03] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.90] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.62] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.23] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.54] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.74] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.91] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.06] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.48] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.96] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.39] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.37] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.65] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.54] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.12] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.12] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.58] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.37] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.44] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.76] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar & NFL\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA\n  duration_ms: 801000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2500\n  end_ms: 4380\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 20280\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20280\n  end_ms: 25950\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25950\n  end_ms: 30140\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30140\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33240\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33240\n  end_ms: 34920\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34920\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38150\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38150\n  end_ms: 39820\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39820\n  end_ms: 42820\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42820\n  end_ms: 46040\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46040\n  end_ms: 49280\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49280\n  end_ms: 52640\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52640\n  end_ms: 55880\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55880\n  end_ms: 57040\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57040\n  end_ms: 59140\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59140\n  end_ms: 60390\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60390\n  end_ms: 62490\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62490\n  end_ms: 63550\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63550\n  end_ms: 65840\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65840\n  end_ms: 67310\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67310\n  end_ms: 69030\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69030\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 72250\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72250\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 75700\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75700\n  end_ms: 77260\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77260\n  end_ms: 82400\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82400\n  end_ms: 84290\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84290\n  end_ms: 89160\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89160\n  end_ms: 97080\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97080\n  end_ms: 99670\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99670\n  end_ms: 100720\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100720\n  end_ms: 103520\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103520\n  end_ms: 105470\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105470\n  end_ms: 107660\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107660\n  end_ms: 110140\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110140\n  end_ms: 112460\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112460\n  end_ms: 116910\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116910\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123780\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123780\n  end_ms: 126160\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126160\n  end_ms: 128550\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128550\n  end_ms: 130630\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130630\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 135500\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135500\n  end_ms: 137680\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137680\n  end_ms: 139950\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139950\n  end_ms: 142790\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142790\n  end_ms: 144630\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144630\n  end_ms: 147080\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147080\n  end_ms: 149210\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149210\n  end_ms: 151460\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151460\n  end_ms: 153850\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153850\n  end_ms: 156560\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156560\n  end_ms: 158520\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158520\n  end_ms: 161050\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161050\n  end_ms: 163130\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163130\n  end_ms: 165420\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165420\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170100\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170100\n  end_ms: 175100\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175100\n  end_ms: 180110\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180110\n  end_ms: 185320\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185320\n  end_ms: 186930\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186930\n  end_ms: 188390\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188390\n  end_ms: 191280\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191280\n  end_ms: 194670\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194670\n  end_ms: 197950\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197950\n  end_ms: 201200\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201200\n  end_ms: 204230\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204230\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 217180\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217180\n  end_ms: 220300\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220300\n  end_ms: 223590\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223590\n  end_ms: 226760\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226760\n  end_ms: 229940\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229940\n  end_ms: 232890\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232890\n  end_ms: 235390\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235390\n  end_ms: 238330\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238330\n  end_ms: 241500\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241500\n  end_ms: 244860\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244860\n  end_ms: 247890\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247890\n  end_ms: 253670\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253670\n  end_ms: 255390\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255390\n  end_ms: 258340\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258340\n  end_ms: 259300\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259300\n  end_ms: 261810\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261810\n  end_ms: 265390\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265390\n  end_ms: 268710\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268710\n  end_ms: 272020\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272020\n  end_ms: 275500\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275500\n  end_ms: 276730\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276730\n  end_ms: 279260\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279260\n  end_ms: 280900\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280900\n  end_ms: 286720\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286720\n  end_ms: 288820\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288820\n  end_ms: 290450\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290450\n  end_ms: 291920\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291920\n  end_ms: 293860\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293860\n  end_ms: 297100\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297100\n  end_ms: 300590\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300590\n  end_ms: 304150\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304150\n  end_ms: 307580\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307580\n  end_ms: 310990\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310990\n  end_ms: 314250\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314250\n  end_ms: 318240\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318240\n  end_ms: 320240\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320240\n  end_ms: 328340\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328340\n  end_ms: 330240\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330240\n  end_ms: 332580\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332580\n  end_ms: 334940\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334940\n  end_ms: 337410\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337410\n  end_ms: 339470\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339470\n  end_ms: 341720\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341720\n  end_ms: 344520\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344520\n  end_ms: 347140\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347140\n  end_ms: 349760\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349760\n  end_ms: 352070\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352070\n  end_ms: 354790\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354790\n  end_ms: 357380\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357380\n  end_ms: 360120\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360120\n  end_ms: 360520\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360520\n  end_ms: 363580\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363580\n  end_ms: 366580\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366580\n  end_ms: 372200\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372200\n  end_ms: 378100\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378100\n  end_ms: 379660\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379660\n  end_ms: 381130\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381130\n  end_ms: 382360\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382360\n  end_ms: 383520\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383520\n  end_ms: 385450\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385450\n  end_ms: 389350\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389350\n  end_ms: 391680\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391680\n  end_ms: 394170\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394170\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398970\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398970\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403720\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403720\n  end_ms: 406010\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406010\n  end_ms: 408650\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408650\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413580\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413580\n  end_ms: 415850\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415850\n  end_ms: 418290\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418290\n  end_ms: 419220\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419220\n  end_ms: 421180\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421180\n  end_ms: 423730\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423730\n  end_ms: 425780\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425780\n  end_ms: 429150\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429150\n  end_ms: 430930\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430930\n  end_ms: 433570\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433570\n  end_ms: 435670\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435670\n  end_ms: 439450\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439450\n  end_ms: 442460\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442460\n  end_ms: 444760\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444760\n  end_ms: 448350\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448350\n  end_ms: 451860\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451860\n  end_ms: 455320\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455320\n  end_ms: 459390\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459390\n  end_ms: 464730\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464730\n  end_ms: 468550\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468550\n  end_ms: 472140\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472140\n  end_ms: 475480\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475480\n  end_ms: 480730\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480730\n  end_ms: 482820\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482820\n  end_ms: 486340\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486340\n  end_ms: 490800\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490800\n  end_ms: 492780\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492780\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498320\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498320\n  end_ms: 501730\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501730\n  end_ms: 505220\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505220\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527610\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527610\n  end_ms: 530000\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 530000\n  end_ms: 532810\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532810\n  end_ms: 535140\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535140\n  end_ms: 537580\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537580\n  end_ms: 539950\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539950\n  end_ms: 542420\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542420\n  end_ms: 547530\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547530\n  end_ms: 549680\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549680\n  end_ms: 552190\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552190\n  end_ms: 555300\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555300\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 561960\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561960\n  end_ms: 564500\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564500\n  end_ms: 566820\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566820\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570890\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570890\n  end_ms: 573260\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573260\n  end_ms: 575430\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575430\n  end_ms: 577440\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577440\n  end_ms: 580650\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580650\n  end_ms: 583070\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583070\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587890\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587890\n  end_ms: 589580\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589580\n  end_ms: 591530\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591530\n  end_ms: 595760\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595760\n  end_ms: 597300\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597300\n  end_ms: 600670\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600670\n  end_ms: 601980\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601980\n  end_ms: 602710\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602710\n  end_ms: 606270\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606270\n  end_ms: 607400\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607400\n  end_ms: 611150\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611150\n  end_ms: 612140\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612140\n  end_ms: 615550\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615550\n  end_ms: 616870\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616870\n  end_ms: 620770\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620770\n  end_ms: 621840\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621840\n  end_ms: 624370\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624370\n  end_ms: 626670\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626670\n  end_ms: 628890\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628890\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633730\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633730\n  end_ms: 636480\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636480\n  end_ms: 640160\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640160\n  end_ms: 643520\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643520\n  end_ms: 645580\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645580\n  end_ms: 647920\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647920\n  end_ms: 650460\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650460\n  end_ms: 652800\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652800\n  end_ms: 655270\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655270\n  end_ms: 657630\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657630\n  end_ms: 659960\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659960\n  end_ms: 662560\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662560\n  end_ms: 665010\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665010\n  end_ms: 667290\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667290\n  end_ms: 669630\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669630\n  end_ms: 671920\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671920\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676720\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676720\n  end_ms: 679030\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679030\n  end_ms: 687240\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687240\n  end_ms: 692130\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692130\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697690\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697690\n  end_ms: 699990\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699990\n  end_ms: 702460\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702460\n  end_ms: 706660\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706660\n  end_ms: 709830\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709830\n  end_ms: 710940\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710940\n  end_ms: 712540\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712540\n  end_ms: 713820\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713820\n  end_ms: 714770\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714770\n  end_ms: 719480\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719480\n  end_ms: 721400\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721400\n  end_ms: 724040\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724040\n  end_ms: 725900\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725900\n  end_ms: 728670\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728670\n  end_ms: 731460\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731460\n  end_ms: 733770\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733770\n  end_ms: 735970\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735970\n  end_ms: 738730\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738730\n  end_ms: 740800\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740800\n  end_ms: 743030\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743030\n  end_ms: 745900\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745900\n  end_ms: 747620\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747620\n  end_ms: 750230\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750230\n  end_ms: 752540\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752540\n  end_ms: 755740\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755740\n  end_ms: 757910\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757910\n  end_ms: 760060\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760060\n  end_ms: 762480\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762480\n  end_ms: 764960\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764960\n  end_ms: 767390\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767390\n  end_ms: 769370\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769370\n  end_ms: 771650\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771650\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778540\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778540\n  end_ms: 781120\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781120\n  end_ms: 783120\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783120\n  end_ms: 785580\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785580\n  end_ms: 788370\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788370\n  end_ms: 794440\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794440\n  end_ms: 796760\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796760\n  end_ms: 800450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800450\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":17988286,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA","duration":800.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? 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(Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.32] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.21] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.99] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.11] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.53] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.27] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.96] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.62] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.12] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.88] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.89] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.00] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.23] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.66] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.86] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.09] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.12] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.38] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.48] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.56] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.83] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.33] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.04] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.17] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.25] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.49] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.78] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.23] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.46] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.20] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.17] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.08] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.61] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.77] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.50] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.45] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.64] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.15] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.47] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.97] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.44] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.77] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.17] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.58] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.63] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.03] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.58] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.66] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.93] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.77] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.62] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.06] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.20] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.47] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.83] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.56] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.56] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.01] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.19] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.43] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.42] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.17] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.12] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.13] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.34] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.93] It been that day for me\n[03:08.39] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.29] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.69] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.96] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.26] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.23] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.84] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.22] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.17] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.38] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.50] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.74] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.90] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.87] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.36] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.37] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.57] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.83] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.80] Hol' on\n[04:13.63] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.30] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.32] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.33] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.84] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.34] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.71] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.06] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.58] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.76] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.30] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.97] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.75] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.88] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.44] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.92] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.82] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.18] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.57] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.14] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.56] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.95] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.24] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.20] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.26] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.31] I deserve it all\n[05:30.27] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.53] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.98] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.41] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.44] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.72] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.51] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.16] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.76] How annoying\n[05:52.05] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.71] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.37] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.12] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.59] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.53] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.52] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.27] Ay, what?\n[06:18.19] Look\n[06:19.60] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.11] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.32] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.52] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.40] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.39] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.66] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.16] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.44] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.91] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.47] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.71] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.02] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.64] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.51] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.85] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.28] Peekaboo\n[06:59.23] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.16] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.75] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.79] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.12] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.96] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.57] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.65] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.46] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.40] If this world were mine\n[07:24.77] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.33] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.80] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.37] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.35] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.72] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.50] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.15] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.41] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.77] If it was up to me\n[08:02.81] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.36] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.88] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.79] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.30] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.73] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.21] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.61] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.99] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.80] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.16] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.56] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.95] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.45] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.59] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.62] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.12] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.33] I don't even like you\n[09:17.19] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.63] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.90] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.43] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.83] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.88] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.49] All the stars are close\n[09:37.44] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.68] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.06] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.83] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.55] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.54] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.70] You're almost there\n[09:57.36] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.67] Ah\n[10:01.91] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.78] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.41] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.13] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.11] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.57] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.89] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.79] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.89] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.32] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.63] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.89] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.75] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.74] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.40] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.19] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.52] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.59] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.95] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.42] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.81] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.22] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.69] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.97] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.55] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.04] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.21] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.65] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.90] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.18] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.76] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.08] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.24] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.18] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.32] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.65] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.96] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.41] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.65] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.85] This is GNX\n[11:50.93] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.58] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.84] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.79] Mustard!\n[11:59.42] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.44] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.08] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.95] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.63] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.43] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.78] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.95] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.75] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.87] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.02] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.91] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.61] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.24] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.56] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.72] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.92] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.03] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.41] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.97] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.32] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.33] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.63] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.55] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.19] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.14] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.59] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.37] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.48] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.78] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA\n  duration_ms: 800000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 4320\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4320\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 30110\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30110\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 33270\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33270\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36620\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36620\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39880\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39880\n  end_ms: 42890\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42890\n  end_ms: 46000\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46000\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55860\n  end_ms: 57090\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57090\n  end_ms: 59120\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59120\n  end_ms: 60380\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60380\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 63560\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63560\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 67330\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67330\n  end_ms: 69040\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69040\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 72250\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72250\n  end_ms: 73490\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73490\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 77230\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77230\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 84200\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84200\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 97080\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97080\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 100770\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100770\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 105450\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105450\n  end_ms: 107640\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107640\n  end_ms: 110150\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110150\n  end_ms: 112470\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112470\n  end_ms: 116970\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116970\n  end_ms: 121440\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121440\n  end_ms: 123770\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123770\n  end_ms: 126170\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126170\n  end_ms: 128580\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128580\n  end_ms: 130630\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130630\n  end_ms: 133030\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133030\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 137660\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 139930\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139930\n  end_ms: 142770\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142770\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 147060\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147060\n  end_ms: 149200\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149200\n  end_ms: 151470\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151470\n  end_ms: 153830\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153830\n  end_ms: 156560\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156560\n  end_ms: 158560\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158560\n  end_ms: 161010\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161010\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 165430\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165430\n  end_ms: 167420\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167420\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 175120\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175120\n  end_ms: 180130\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180130\n  end_ms: 185340\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185340\n  end_ms: 186930\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186930\n  end_ms: 188390\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188390\n  end_ms: 191290\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191290\n  end_ms: 194690\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194690\n  end_ms: 197960\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197960\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204230\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204230\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210840\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210840\n  end_ms: 214220\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214220\n  end_ms: 217170\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217170\n  end_ms: 220380\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220380\n  end_ms: 223500\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223500\n  end_ms: 226740\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226740\n  end_ms: 229900\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229900\n  end_ms: 232870\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232870\n  end_ms: 235360\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235360\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241570\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241570\n  end_ms: 244830\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244830\n  end_ms: 247800\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247800\n  end_ms: 253630\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253630\n  end_ms: 255300\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255300\n  end_ms: 258320\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258320\n  end_ms: 259330\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259330\n  end_ms: 261840\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261840\n  end_ms: 265340\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265340\n  end_ms: 268710\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268710\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 275580\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275580\n  end_ms: 276760\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276760\n  end_ms: 279300\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279300\n  end_ms: 280970\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280970\n  end_ms: 286750\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286750\n  end_ms: 288880\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288880\n  end_ms: 290440\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290440\n  end_ms: 291920\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291920\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 297180\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297180\n  end_ms: 300570\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300570\n  end_ms: 304140\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304140\n  end_ms: 307560\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307560\n  end_ms: 310950\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310950\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 318200\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318200\n  end_ms: 320260\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320260\n  end_ms: 328310\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328310\n  end_ms: 330270\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330270\n  end_ms: 332530\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332530\n  end_ms: 334980\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334980\n  end_ms: 337410\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337410\n  end_ms: 339440\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339440\n  end_ms: 341720\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341720\n  end_ms: 344510\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344510\n  end_ms: 347160\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347160\n  end_ms: 349760\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349760\n  end_ms: 352050\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352050\n  end_ms: 354710\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354710\n  end_ms: 357370\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357370\n  end_ms: 360120\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360120\n  end_ms: 360590\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360590\n  end_ms: 363530\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363530\n  end_ms: 366520\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366520\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 378190\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378190\n  end_ms: 379600\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379600\n  end_ms: 381110\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381110\n  end_ms: 382320\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382320\n  end_ms: 383520\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383520\n  end_ms: 385400\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385400\n  end_ms: 389390\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389390\n  end_ms: 391660\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391660\n  end_ms: 394160\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394160\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398910\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398910\n  end_ms: 401470\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401470\n  end_ms: 403710\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403710\n  end_ms: 406020\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406020\n  end_ms: 408640\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408640\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413510\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413510\n  end_ms: 415850\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415850\n  end_ms: 418280\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418280\n  end_ms: 419230\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419230\n  end_ms: 421160\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421160\n  end_ms: 423750\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423750\n  end_ms: 425790\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425790\n  end_ms: 429120\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429120\n  end_ms: 430960\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430960\n  end_ms: 433570\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433570\n  end_ms: 435650\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435650\n  end_ms: 439460\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439460\n  end_ms: 442400\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442400\n  end_ms: 444770\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444770\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 451800\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451800\n  end_ms: 455370\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455370\n  end_ms: 459350\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459350\n  end_ms: 464720\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464720\n  end_ms: 468500\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468500\n  end_ms: 472150\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472150\n  end_ms: 475410\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475410\n  end_ms: 480770\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480770\n  end_ms: 482810\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482810\n  end_ms: 486360\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486360\n  end_ms: 490880\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490880\n  end_ms: 492790\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492790\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498300\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498300\n  end_ms: 501730\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501730\n  end_ms: 505210\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505210\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527610\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527610\n  end_ms: 529990\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529990\n  end_ms: 532800\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532800\n  end_ms: 535160\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535160\n  end_ms: 537560\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537560\n  end_ms: 539950\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539950\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 547590\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547590\n  end_ms: 549620\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549620\n  end_ms: 552120\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552120\n  end_ms: 555330\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555330\n  end_ms: 557190\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557190\n  end_ms: 559630\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559630\n  end_ms: 561900\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561900\n  end_ms: 564430\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564430\n  end_ms: 566830\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566830\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570880\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570880\n  end_ms: 573250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573250\n  end_ms: 575490\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575490\n  end_ms: 577440\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577440\n  end_ms: 580680\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580680\n  end_ms: 583060\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583060\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587830\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587830\n  end_ms: 589550\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589550\n  end_ms: 591540\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591540\n  end_ms: 595700\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595700\n  end_ms: 597360\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597360\n  end_ms: 600670\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600670\n  end_ms: 601910\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601910\n  end_ms: 602780\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602780\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607410\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607410\n  end_ms: 611130\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611130\n  end_ms: 612110\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612110\n  end_ms: 615570\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615570\n  end_ms: 616890\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616890\n  end_ms: 620790\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620790\n  end_ms: 621890\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621890\n  end_ms: 624320\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624320\n  end_ms: 626630\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626630\n  end_ms: 628890\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628890\n  end_ms: 631750\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631750\n  end_ms: 633740\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633740\n  end_ms: 636400\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636400\n  end_ms: 640190\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640190\n  end_ms: 643520\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643520\n  end_ms: 645590\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645590\n  end_ms: 647950\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647950\n  end_ms: 650420\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650420\n  end_ms: 652810\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652810\n  end_ms: 655220\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655220\n  end_ms: 657690\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657690\n  end_ms: 659970\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659970\n  end_ms: 662550\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662550\n  end_ms: 665040\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665040\n  end_ms: 667210\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667210\n  end_ms: 669650\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669650\n  end_ms: 671900\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671900\n  end_ms: 674180\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674180\n  end_ms: 676760\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676760\n  end_ms: 679080\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679080\n  end_ms: 687240\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687240\n  end_ms: 692180\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692180\n  end_ms: 695320\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695320\n  end_ms: 697650\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697650\n  end_ms: 699960\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699960\n  end_ms: 702410\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702410\n  end_ms: 706650\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706650\n  end_ms: 709850\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709850\n  end_ms: 710930\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710930\n  end_ms: 712580\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712580\n  end_ms: 713840\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713840\n  end_ms: 714790\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714790\n  end_ms: 719420\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719420\n  end_ms: 721440\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721440\n  end_ms: 724080\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724080\n  end_ms: 725950\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725950\n  end_ms: 728630\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728630\n  end_ms: 731430\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731430\n  end_ms: 733780\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733780\n  end_ms: 735950\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735950\n  end_ms: 738750\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738750\n  end_ms: 740870\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740870\n  end_ms: 743020\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743020\n  end_ms: 745910\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745910\n  end_ms: 747610\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747610\n  end_ms: 750240\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750240\n  end_ms: 752560\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752560\n  end_ms: 755720\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755720\n  end_ms: 757920\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757920\n  end_ms: 760030\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760030\n  end_ms: 762410\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762410\n  end_ms: 764970\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764970\n  end_ms: 767320\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767320\n  end_ms: 769330\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769330\n  end_ms: 771630\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771630\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778550\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778550\n  end_ms: 781190\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781190\n  end_ms: 783140\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783140\n  end_ms: 785590\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785590\n  end_ms: 788370\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788370\n  end_ms: 794480\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794480\n  end_ms: 796780\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796780\n  end_ms: 800400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800400\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? 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Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! 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It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.31] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.27] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.92] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.53] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.28] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.96] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.69] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.14] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.89] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.87] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.08] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.28] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.60] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.83] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.07] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.16] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.36] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.41] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.54] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.82] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.37] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.01] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.15] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.43] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.79] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.25] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.46] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.18] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.07] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.69] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.71] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.50] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.69] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.16] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.42] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.93] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.45] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.70] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.11] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.54] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.60] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.04] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.52] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.67] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.92] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.62] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.03] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.21] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.44] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.50] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.58] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.08] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.15] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.44] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.49] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.14] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.11] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.19] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.35] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.92] It been that day for me\n[03:08.32] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.24] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.68] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.94] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.28] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.24] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.89] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.29] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.15] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.34] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.51] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.73] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.85] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.35] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.30] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.80] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.89] Hol' on\n[04:13.66] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.38] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.37] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.32] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.37] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.76] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.04] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.56] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.71] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.27] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.98] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.85] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.43] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.80] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.18] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.54] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.19] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.53] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.98] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.21] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.25] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.36] I deserve it all\n[05:30.22] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.55] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.42] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.44] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.70] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.50] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.11] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.72] How annoying\n[05:52.03] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.79] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.38] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.17] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.55] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.50] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.53] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.16] Look\n[06:19.69] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.30] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.59] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.34] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.69] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.19] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.43] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.90] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.46] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.79] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.07] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.69] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.50] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.29] Peekaboo\n[06:59.21] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.12] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.70] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.73] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.15] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.90] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.52] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.45] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.42] If this world were mine\n[07:24.76] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.30] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.89] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.35] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.38] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.55] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.14] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.74] If it was up to me\n[08:02.84] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.38] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.84] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.71] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.32] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.72] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.24] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.66] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.98] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.89] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.19] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.92] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.48] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.59] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.60] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.36] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.66] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.92] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.85] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.88] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.26] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.47] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.63] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.01] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.84] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.58] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.55] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.79] You're almost there\n[09:57.32] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.93] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.78] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.43] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.17] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.17] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.55] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.86] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.76] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.85] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.36] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.62] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.90] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.75] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.44] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.18] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.53] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.53] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.94] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.40] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.88] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.27] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.62] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.93] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.52] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.01] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.29] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.93] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.17] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.75] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.02] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.22] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.18] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.60] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.93] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.46] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.66] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.89] This is GNX\n[11:50.92] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.58] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.88] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.76] Mustard!\n[11:59.43] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.43] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.04] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.97] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.65] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.49] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.78] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.93] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.76] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.80] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.07] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.98] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.61] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.27] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.50] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.75] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.05] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.47] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.97] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.34] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.37] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.67] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.13] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.18] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.56] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.47] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.72] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA (Live)\n  duration_ms: 800000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 20270\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20270\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 33280\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33280\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38140\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38140\n  end_ms: 39890\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39890\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 49280\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49280\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57070\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57070\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 60360\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60360\n  end_ms: 62410\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62410\n  end_ms: 63540\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63540\n  end_ms: 65820\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65820\n  end_ms: 67370\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67370\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 71150\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71150\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73430\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73430\n  end_ms: 75790\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75790\n  end_ms: 77250\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77250\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89180\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89180\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99690\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99690\n  end_ms: 100710\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100710\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107690\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107690\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 112420\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112420\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 121450\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121450\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 126110\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126110\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130600\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130600\n  end_ms: 133040\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133040\n  end_ms: 135520\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135520\n  end_ms: 137670\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137670\n  end_ms: 139920\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139920\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 147030\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147030\n  end_ms: 149210\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149210\n  end_ms: 151440\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151440\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158580\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158580\n  end_ms: 161080\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161080\n  end_ms: 163150\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163150\n  end_ms: 165440\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165440\n  end_ms: 167490\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167490\n  end_ms: 170140\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170140\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 180190\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180190\n  end_ms: 185350\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185350\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 191240\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191240\n  end_ms: 194680\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194680\n  end_ms: 197940\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197940\n  end_ms: 201280\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201280\n  end_ms: 204240\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204240\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210890\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210890\n  end_ms: 214290\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214290\n  end_ms: 217150\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217150\n  end_ms: 220340\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220340\n  end_ms: 223510\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223510\n  end_ms: 226730\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226730\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232850\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232850\n  end_ms: 235350\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235350\n  end_ms: 238300\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238300\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244800\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244800\n  end_ms: 247890\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247890\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 259320\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259320\n  end_ms: 261820\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261820\n  end_ms: 265370\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265370\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 275560\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275560\n  end_ms: 276710\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276710\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 280980\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280980\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293800\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293800\n  end_ms: 297180\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297180\n  end_ms: 300540\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300540\n  end_ms: 304190\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304190\n  end_ms: 307530\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307530\n  end_ms: 310980\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310980\n  end_ms: 314210\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314210\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320250\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320250\n  end_ms: 328360\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328360\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332550\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332550\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337420\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337420\n  end_ms: 339440\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339440\n  end_ms: 341700\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341700\n  end_ms: 344500\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344500\n  end_ms: 347110\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347110\n  end_ms: 349720\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349720\n  end_ms: 352030\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352030\n  end_ms: 354790\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354790\n  end_ms: 357380\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357380\n  end_ms: 360170\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360170\n  end_ms: 360550\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360550\n  end_ms: 363500\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363500\n  end_ms: 366530\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366530\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378160\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378160\n  end_ms: 379690\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379690\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382300\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382300\n  end_ms: 383590\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383590\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389340\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389340\n  end_ms: 391690\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391690\n  end_ms: 394190\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394190\n  end_ms: 396430\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396430\n  end_ms: 398900\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398900\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403790\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403790\n  end_ms: 406070\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406070\n  end_ms: 408690\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408690\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413500\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413500\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418290\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418290\n  end_ms: 419210\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419210\n  end_ms: 421120\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421120\n  end_ms: 423700\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423700\n  end_ms: 425730\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425730\n  end_ms: 429150\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429150\n  end_ms: 430900\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430900\n  end_ms: 433520\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433520\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439450\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439450\n  end_ms: 442420\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442420\n  end_ms: 444760\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444760\n  end_ms: 448300\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448300\n  end_ms: 451890\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451890\n  end_ms: 455350\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455350\n  end_ms: 459380\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459380\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468550\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468550\n  end_ms: 472140\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472140\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480740\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480740\n  end_ms: 482840\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482840\n  end_ms: 486380\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486380\n  end_ms: 490840\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490840\n  end_ms: 492710\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492710\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498320\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498320\n  end_ms: 501720\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501720\n  end_ms: 505240\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505240\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527660\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527660\n  end_ms: 529980\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529980\n  end_ms: 532890\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532890\n  end_ms: 535190\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535190\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539920\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539920\n  end_ms: 542480\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542480\n  end_ms: 547590\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547590\n  end_ms: 549600\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549600\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555360\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555360\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559660\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559660\n  end_ms: 561920\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561920\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566850\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566850\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570880\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570880\n  end_ms: 573260\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573260\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577470\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577470\n  end_ms: 580630\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580630\n  end_ms: 583010\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583010\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587840\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587840\n  end_ms: 589580\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589580\n  end_ms: 591550\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591550\n  end_ms: 595790\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595790\n  end_ms: 597320\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597320\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601930\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601930\n  end_ms: 602780\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602780\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607430\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607430\n  end_ms: 611170\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611170\n  end_ms: 612170\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612170\n  end_ms: 615550\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615550\n  end_ms: 616860\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616860\n  end_ms: 620760\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620760\n  end_ms: 621850\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621850\n  end_ms: 624360\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624360\n  end_ms: 626620\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626620\n  end_ms: 628900\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628900\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633750\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633750\n  end_ms: 636440\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636440\n  end_ms: 640180\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640180\n  end_ms: 643530\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643530\n  end_ms: 645530\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645530\n  end_ms: 647940\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647940\n  end_ms: 650400\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650400\n  end_ms: 652880\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652880\n  end_ms: 655270\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655270\n  end_ms: 657620\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657620\n  end_ms: 659930\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659930\n  end_ms: 662520\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662520\n  end_ms: 665010\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665010\n  end_ms: 667290\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667290\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671930\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671930\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676750\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676750\n  end_ms: 679020\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679020\n  end_ms: 687220\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687220\n  end_ms: 692180\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692180\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697600\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697600\n  end_ms: 699930\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699930\n  end_ms: 702460\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702460\n  end_ms: 706660\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706660\n  end_ms: 709890\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709890\n  end_ms: 710920\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710920\n  end_ms: 712580\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712580\n  end_ms: 713880\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713880\n  end_ms: 714760\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714760\n  end_ms: 719430\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719430\n  end_ms: 721430\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721430\n  end_ms: 724040\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724040\n  end_ms: 725970\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725970\n  end_ms: 728650\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728650\n  end_ms: 731490\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731490\n  end_ms: 733780\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733780\n  end_ms: 735930\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735930\n  end_ms: 738760\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738760\n  end_ms: 740800\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740800\n  end_ms: 743070\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743070\n  end_ms: 745980\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745980\n  end_ms: 747610\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747610\n  end_ms: 750270\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750270\n  end_ms: 752500\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752500\n  end_ms: 755750\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755750\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760050\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760050\n  end_ms: 762470\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762470\n  end_ms: 764970\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764970\n  end_ms: 767340\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767340\n  end_ms: 769370\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769370\n  end_ms: 771670\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771670\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781130\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781130\n  end_ms: 783180\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783180\n  end_ms: 785560\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785560\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794470\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794470\n  end_ms: 796720\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796720\n  end_ms: 800460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800460\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":35689093,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Live from New Orleans, La - EP","duration":800.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.32] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.21] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.99] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.11] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.53] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.27] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.96] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.62] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.12] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.88] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.89] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.00] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.23] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.66] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.86] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.09] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.12] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.38] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.48] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.56] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.83] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.33] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.04] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.17] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.25] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.49] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.78] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.23] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.46] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.20] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.17] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.08] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.61] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.77] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.50] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.45] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.64] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.15] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.47] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.97] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.44] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.77] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.17] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.58] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.63] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.03] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.58] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.66] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.93] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.77] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.62] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.06] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.20] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.47] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.83] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.56] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.56] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.01] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.19] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.43] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.42] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.17] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.12] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.13] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.34] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.93] It been that day for me\n[03:08.39] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.29] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.69] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.96] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.26] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.23] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.64] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.84] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.22] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.17] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.38] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.50] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.74] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.90] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.87] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.36] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.37] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.57] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.83] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.80] Hol' on\n[04:13.63] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.30] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.32] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.33] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.84] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.34] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.71] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.06] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.58] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.76] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.30] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.97] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.75] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.88] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.44] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.92] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.82] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.18] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.57] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.14] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.56] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.95] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.24] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.20] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.26] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.31] I deserve it all\n[05:30.27] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.53] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.98] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.41] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.44] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.72] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.51] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.16] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.76] How annoying\n[05:52.05] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.71] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.37] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.12] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.59] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.53] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.52] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.27] Ay, what?\n[06:18.19] Look\n[06:19.60] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.11] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.32] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.52] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.40] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.39] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.66] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.16] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.44] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.91] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.47] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.71] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.02] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.64] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.51] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.85] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.28] Peekaboo\n[06:59.23] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.16] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.75] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.79] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.12] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.96] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.57] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.65] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.46] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.40] If this world were mine\n[07:24.77] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.33] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.80] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.37] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.35] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.72] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.50] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.15] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.41] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.77] If it was up to me\n[08:02.81] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.36] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.88] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.79] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.37] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.30] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.73] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.21] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.61] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.99] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.80] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.16] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.56] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.95] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.45] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.59] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.62] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.12] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.33] I don't even like you\n[09:17.19] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.63] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.90] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.43] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.83] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.59] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.88] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.49] All the stars are close\n[09:37.44] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.68] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.06] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.25] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.83] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.55] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.54] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.70] You're almost there\n[09:57.36] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.67] Ah\n[10:01.91] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.78] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.41] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.13] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.11] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.57] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.89] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.79] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.89] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.32] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.63] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.89] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.75] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.74] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.40] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.19] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.52] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.59] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.95] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.42] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.81] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.22] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.69] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.97] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.55] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.04] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.21] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.65] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.90] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.18] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.76] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.08] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.24] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.18] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.32] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.65] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.96] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.41] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.65] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.85] This is GNX\n[11:50.93] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.58] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.84] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.79] Mustard!\n[11:59.42] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.44] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.08] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.95] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.63] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.43] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.78] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.95] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.75] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.87] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.02] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.91] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.61] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.24] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.56] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.72] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.92] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.03] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.41] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.97] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.32] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.33] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.63] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.58] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.55] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.19] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.14] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.59] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.37] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.48] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.78] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Live from New Orleans, La - EP\n  duration_ms: 800000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 4320\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4320\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 30110\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30110\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 33270\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33270\n  end_ms: 34960\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34960\n  end_ms: 36620\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36620\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39880\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39880\n  end_ms: 42890\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42890\n  end_ms: 46000\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46000\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55860\n  end_ms: 57090\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57090\n  end_ms: 59120\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59120\n  end_ms: 60380\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60380\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 63560\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63560\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 67330\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67330\n  end_ms: 69040\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69040\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 72250\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72250\n  end_ms: 73490\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73490\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 77230\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77230\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 84200\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84200\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 97080\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97080\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 100770\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100770\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 105450\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105450\n  end_ms: 107640\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107640\n  end_ms: 110150\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110150\n  end_ms: 112470\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112470\n  end_ms: 116970\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116970\n  end_ms: 121440\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121440\n  end_ms: 123770\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123770\n  end_ms: 126170\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126170\n  end_ms: 128580\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128580\n  end_ms: 130630\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130630\n  end_ms: 133030\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133030\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 137660\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 139930\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139930\n  end_ms: 142770\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142770\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 147060\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147060\n  end_ms: 149200\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149200\n  end_ms: 151470\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151470\n  end_ms: 153830\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153830\n  end_ms: 156560\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156560\n  end_ms: 158560\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158560\n  end_ms: 161010\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161010\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 165430\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165430\n  end_ms: 167420\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167420\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 175120\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175120\n  end_ms: 180130\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180130\n  end_ms: 185340\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185340\n  end_ms: 186930\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186930\n  end_ms: 188390\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188390\n  end_ms: 191290\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191290\n  end_ms: 194690\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194690\n  end_ms: 197960\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197960\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204230\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204230\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210840\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210840\n  end_ms: 214220\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214220\n  end_ms: 217170\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217170\n  end_ms: 220380\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220380\n  end_ms: 223500\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223500\n  end_ms: 226740\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226740\n  end_ms: 229900\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229900\n  end_ms: 232870\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232870\n  end_ms: 235360\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235360\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241570\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241570\n  end_ms: 244830\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244830\n  end_ms: 247800\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247800\n  end_ms: 253630\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253630\n  end_ms: 255300\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255300\n  end_ms: 258320\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258320\n  end_ms: 259330\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259330\n  end_ms: 261840\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261840\n  end_ms: 265340\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265340\n  end_ms: 268710\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268710\n  end_ms: 272060\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272060\n  end_ms: 275580\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275580\n  end_ms: 276760\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276760\n  end_ms: 279300\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279300\n  end_ms: 280970\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280970\n  end_ms: 286750\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286750\n  end_ms: 288880\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288880\n  end_ms: 290440\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290440\n  end_ms: 291920\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291920\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 297180\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297180\n  end_ms: 300570\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300570\n  end_ms: 304140\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304140\n  end_ms: 307560\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307560\n  end_ms: 310950\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310950\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 318200\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318200\n  end_ms: 320260\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320260\n  end_ms: 328310\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328310\n  end_ms: 330270\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330270\n  end_ms: 332530\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332530\n  end_ms: 334980\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334980\n  end_ms: 337410\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337410\n  end_ms: 339440\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339440\n  end_ms: 341720\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341720\n  end_ms: 344510\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344510\n  end_ms: 347160\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347160\n  end_ms: 349760\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349760\n  end_ms: 352050\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352050\n  end_ms: 354710\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354710\n  end_ms: 357370\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357370\n  end_ms: 360120\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360120\n  end_ms: 360590\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360590\n  end_ms: 363530\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363530\n  end_ms: 366520\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366520\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 378190\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378190\n  end_ms: 379600\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379600\n  end_ms: 381110\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381110\n  end_ms: 382320\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382320\n  end_ms: 383520\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383520\n  end_ms: 385400\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385400\n  end_ms: 389390\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389390\n  end_ms: 391660\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391660\n  end_ms: 394160\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394160\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398910\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398910\n  end_ms: 401470\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401470\n  end_ms: 403710\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403710\n  end_ms: 406020\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406020\n  end_ms: 408640\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408640\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413510\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413510\n  end_ms: 415850\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415850\n  end_ms: 418280\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418280\n  end_ms: 419230\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419230\n  end_ms: 421160\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421160\n  end_ms: 423750\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423750\n  end_ms: 425790\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425790\n  end_ms: 429120\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429120\n  end_ms: 430960\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430960\n  end_ms: 433570\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433570\n  end_ms: 435650\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435650\n  end_ms: 439460\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439460\n  end_ms: 442400\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442400\n  end_ms: 444770\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444770\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 451800\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451800\n  end_ms: 455370\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455370\n  end_ms: 459350\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459350\n  end_ms: 464720\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464720\n  end_ms: 468500\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468500\n  end_ms: 472150\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472150\n  end_ms: 475410\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475410\n  end_ms: 480770\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480770\n  end_ms: 482810\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482810\n  end_ms: 486360\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486360\n  end_ms: 490880\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490880\n  end_ms: 492790\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492790\n  end_ms: 494370\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494370\n  end_ms: 498300\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498300\n  end_ms: 501730\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501730\n  end_ms: 505210\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505210\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527610\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527610\n  end_ms: 529990\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529990\n  end_ms: 532800\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532800\n  end_ms: 535160\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535160\n  end_ms: 537560\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537560\n  end_ms: 539950\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539950\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 547590\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547590\n  end_ms: 549620\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549620\n  end_ms: 552120\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552120\n  end_ms: 555330\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555330\n  end_ms: 557190\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557190\n  end_ms: 559630\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559630\n  end_ms: 561900\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561900\n  end_ms: 564430\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564430\n  end_ms: 566830\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566830\n  end_ms: 567590\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567590\n  end_ms: 570880\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570880\n  end_ms: 573250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573250\n  end_ms: 575490\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575490\n  end_ms: 577440\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577440\n  end_ms: 580680\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580680\n  end_ms: 583060\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583060\n  end_ms: 585250\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585250\n  end_ms: 587830\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587830\n  end_ms: 589550\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589550\n  end_ms: 591540\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591540\n  end_ms: 595700\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595700\n  end_ms: 597360\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597360\n  end_ms: 600670\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600670\n  end_ms: 601910\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601910\n  end_ms: 602780\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602780\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607410\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607410\n  end_ms: 611130\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611130\n  end_ms: 612110\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612110\n  end_ms: 615570\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615570\n  end_ms: 616890\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616890\n  end_ms: 620790\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620790\n  end_ms: 621890\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621890\n  end_ms: 624320\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624320\n  end_ms: 626630\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626630\n  end_ms: 628890\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628890\n  end_ms: 631750\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631750\n  end_ms: 633740\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633740\n  end_ms: 636400\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636400\n  end_ms: 640190\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640190\n  end_ms: 643520\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643520\n  end_ms: 645590\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645590\n  end_ms: 647950\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647950\n  end_ms: 650420\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650420\n  end_ms: 652810\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652810\n  end_ms: 655220\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655220\n  end_ms: 657690\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657690\n  end_ms: 659970\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659970\n  end_ms: 662550\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662550\n  end_ms: 665040\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665040\n  end_ms: 667210\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667210\n  end_ms: 669650\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669650\n  end_ms: 671900\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671900\n  end_ms: 674180\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674180\n  end_ms: 676760\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676760\n  end_ms: 679080\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679080\n  end_ms: 687240\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687240\n  end_ms: 692180\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692180\n  end_ms: 695320\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695320\n  end_ms: 697650\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697650\n  end_ms: 699960\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699960\n  end_ms: 702410\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702410\n  end_ms: 706650\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706650\n  end_ms: 709850\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709850\n  end_ms: 710930\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710930\n  end_ms: 712580\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712580\n  end_ms: 713840\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713840\n  end_ms: 714790\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714790\n  end_ms: 719420\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719420\n  end_ms: 721440\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721440\n  end_ms: 724080\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724080\n  end_ms: 725950\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725950\n  end_ms: 728630\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728630\n  end_ms: 731430\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731430\n  end_ms: 733780\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733780\n  end_ms: 735950\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735950\n  end_ms: 738750\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738750\n  end_ms: 740870\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740870\n  end_ms: 743020\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743020\n  end_ms: 745910\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745910\n  end_ms: 747610\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747610\n  end_ms: 750240\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750240\n  end_ms: 752560\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752560\n  end_ms: 755720\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755720\n  end_ms: 757920\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757920\n  end_ms: 760030\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760030\n  end_ms: 762410\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762410\n  end_ms: 764970\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764970\n  end_ms: 767320\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767320\n  end_ms: 769330\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769330\n  end_ms: 771630\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771630\n  end_ms: 776580\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776580\n  end_ms: 778550\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778550\n  end_ms: 781190\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781190\n  end_ms: 783140\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783140\n  end_ms: 785590\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785590\n  end_ms: 788370\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788370\n  end_ms: 794480\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794480\n  end_ms: 796780\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796780\n  end_ms: 800400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800400\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"},{"id":35110986,"name":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","trackName":"Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar; NFL","albumName":"Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA","duration":801.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The National Football League welcomes you\nTo the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\nSalutations! It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? 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(Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.55] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.39] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.22] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.98] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.58] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.25] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.94] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.67] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.17] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.85] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.86] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.06] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.25] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.66] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.82] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.09] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.13] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.35] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.44] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.58] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.83] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.32] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.04] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.10] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.47] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.72] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.23] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.42] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.19] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.01] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.63] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.77] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.55] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.62] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.18] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.49] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.90] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.43] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.76] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.16] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.59] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.62] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.08] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.58] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.66] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.94] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.64] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.07] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.25] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.49] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.53] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.56] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.00] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.17] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.48] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.41] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.17] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.10] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.15] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.34] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.95] It been that day for me\n[03:08.37] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.27] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.64] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.97] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.27] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.28] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.63] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.83] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.28] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.16] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.32] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.57] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.72] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.80] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.37] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.33] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.86] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.81] Hol' on\n[04:13.69] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.33] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.32] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.37] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.33] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.74] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.03] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.59] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.79] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.30] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.96] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.83] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.44] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.82] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.17] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.58] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.10] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.54] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.90] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.27] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.27] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.37] I deserve it all\n[05:30.23] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.50] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.40] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.42] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.73] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.54] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.14] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.71] How annoying\n[05:52.06] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.78] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.36] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.19] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.57] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.55] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.58] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.12] Look\n[06:19.62] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.37] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.54] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.35] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.64] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.10] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.46] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.91] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.47] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.73] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.08] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.61] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.52] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.26] Peekaboo\n[06:59.26] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.15] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.71] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.77] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.12] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.99] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.53] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.47] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.49] If this world were mine\n[07:24.70] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.31] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.82] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.32] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.30] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.56] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.16] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.71] If it was up to me\n[08:02.87] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.31] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.82] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.74] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.34] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.31] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.75] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.28] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.63] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.97] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.85] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.20] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.96] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.47] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.56] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.66] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.37] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.60] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.97] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.82] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.51] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.86] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.21] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.42] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.67] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.08] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.29] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.87] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.50] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.53] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.71] You're almost there\n[09:57.31] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.90] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.75] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.45] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.15] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.18] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.52] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.82] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.73] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.88] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.33] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.60] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.83] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.78] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.47] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.15] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.59] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.54] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.97] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.46] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.85] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.23] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.65] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.94] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.50] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.06] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.27] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.98] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.15] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.71] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.03] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.21] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.17] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.69] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.99] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.42] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.63] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.88] This is GNX\n[11:50.95] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.54] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.80] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.79] Mustard!\n[11:59.42] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.48] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.05] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.92] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.61] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.42] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.79] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.97] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.75] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.84] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.01] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.95] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.60] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.28] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.56] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.78] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.08] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.42] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.95] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.36] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.31] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.65] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.55] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.18] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.14] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.59] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.44] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.78] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show (Live)\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar; NFL\n  album: Super Bowl LIX Live From New Orleans, LA\n  duration_ms: 801000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2550\n  end_ms: 4390\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4390\n  end_ms: 20220\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20220\n  end_ms: 25980\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25980\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31580\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31580\n  end_ms: 33250\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33250\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 38170\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38170\n  end_ms: 39850\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39850\n  end_ms: 42860\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42860\n  end_ms: 46060\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46060\n  end_ms: 49250\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49250\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 55820\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55820\n  end_ms: 57090\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57090\n  end_ms: 59130\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59130\n  end_ms: 60350\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60350\n  end_ms: 62440\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62440\n  end_ms: 63580\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63580\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 67320\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67320\n  end_ms: 69040\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69040\n  end_ms: 71100\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71100\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 75720\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75720\n  end_ms: 77230\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77230\n  end_ms: 82420\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82420\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89190\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89190\n  end_ms: 97010\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97010\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 100770\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100770\n  end_ms: 103550\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103550\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107620\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107620\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 112490\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112490\n  end_ms: 116900\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116900\n  end_ms: 121430\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121430\n  end_ms: 123760\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123760\n  end_ms: 126160\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126160\n  end_ms: 128590\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128590\n  end_ms: 130620\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130620\n  end_ms: 133080\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133080\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 137660\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 139940\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139940\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149250\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149250\n  end_ms: 151490\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151490\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156530\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156530\n  end_ms: 158560\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158560\n  end_ms: 161000\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161000\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165480\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165480\n  end_ms: 167410\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167410\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 175100\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175100\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 185340\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185340\n  end_ms: 186950\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186950\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 191270\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191270\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197970\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197970\n  end_ms: 201270\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201270\n  end_ms: 204280\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204280\n  end_ms: 207630\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207630\n  end_ms: 210830\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210830\n  end_ms: 214280\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214280\n  end_ms: 217160\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217160\n  end_ms: 220320\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220320\n  end_ms: 223570\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223570\n  end_ms: 226720\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226720\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232800\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232800\n  end_ms: 235370\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235370\n  end_ms: 238330\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238330\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244860\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  start_ms: 244860\n  end_ms: 247810\n- text: Hol' on\n  start_ms: 247810\n  end_ms: 253690\n- text: I got, I got, I got, I got\n  start_ms: 253690\n  end_ms: 255330\n- text: Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 255330\n  end_ms: 258320\n- text: Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  start_ms: 258320\n  end_ms: 259370\n- text: Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  start_ms: 259370\n  end_ms: 261820\n- text: I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 261820\n  end_ms: 265330\n- text: That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  start_ms: 265330\n  end_ms: 268740\n- text: Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 268740\n  end_ms: 272030\n- text: Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n  start_ms: 272030\n  end_ms: 275590\n- text: That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 275590\n  end_ms: 276790\n- text: Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276790\n  end_ms: 279300\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279300\n  end_ms: 280960\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280960\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288830\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288830\n  end_ms: 290440\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290440\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 297170\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297170\n  end_ms: 300580\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300580\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304100\n  end_ms: 307540\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307540\n  end_ms: 310900\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310900\n  end_ms: 314270\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314270\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320270\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320270\n  end_ms: 328370\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328370\n  end_ms: 330230\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330230\n  end_ms: 332500\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332500\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337400\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337400\n  end_ms: 339420\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339420\n  end_ms: 341730\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341730\n  end_ms: 344540\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344540\n  end_ms: 347140\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347140\n  end_ms: 349710\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349710\n  end_ms: 352060\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352060\n  end_ms: 354780\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354780\n  end_ms: 357360\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357360\n  end_ms: 360190\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360190\n  end_ms: 360570\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360570\n  end_ms: 363550\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363550\n  end_ms: 366580\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366580\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378120\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378120\n  end_ms: 379620\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379620\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382370\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382370\n  end_ms: 383540\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383540\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389350\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389350\n  end_ms: 391640\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391640\n  end_ms: 394100\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394100\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398910\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398910\n  end_ms: 401470\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401470\n  end_ms: 403730\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403730\n  end_ms: 406080\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406080\n  end_ms: 408610\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408610\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413520\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413520\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418260\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418260\n  end_ms: 419260\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419260\n  end_ms: 421150\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421150\n  end_ms: 423710\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423710\n  end_ms: 425770\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425770\n  end_ms: 429120\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429120\n  end_ms: 430990\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430990\n  end_ms: 433530\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433530\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439470\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439470\n  end_ms: 442490\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442490\n  end_ms: 444700\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444700\n  end_ms: 448310\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448310\n  end_ms: 451820\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451820\n  end_ms: 455320\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455320\n  end_ms: 459300\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459300\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468560\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468560\n  end_ms: 472160\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472160\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480710\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480710\n  end_ms: 482870\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482870\n  end_ms: 486310\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486310\n  end_ms: 490820\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490820\n  end_ms: 492740\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492740\n  end_ms: 494340\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494340\n  end_ms: 498310\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498310\n  end_ms: 501750\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501750\n  end_ms: 505280\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505280\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527630\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527630\n  end_ms: 529970\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529970\n  end_ms: 532850\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532850\n  end_ms: 535200\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535200\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539960\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539960\n  end_ms: 542470\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542470\n  end_ms: 547560\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547560\n  end_ms: 549660\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549660\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555370\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555370\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559600\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559600\n  end_ms: 561970\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561970\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566820\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566820\n  end_ms: 567510\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567510\n  end_ms: 570860\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570860\n  end_ms: 573210\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573210\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577420\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577420\n  end_ms: 580670\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580670\n  end_ms: 583080\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583080\n  end_ms: 585290\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585290\n  end_ms: 587870\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587870\n  end_ms: 589500\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589500\n  end_ms: 591530\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591530\n  end_ms: 595710\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595710\n  end_ms: 597310\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597310\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601900\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601900\n  end_ms: 602750\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602750\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607450\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607450\n  end_ms: 611150\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611150\n  end_ms: 612180\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612180\n  end_ms: 615520\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615520\n  end_ms: 616820\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616820\n  end_ms: 620730\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620730\n  end_ms: 621880\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621880\n  end_ms: 624330\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624330\n  end_ms: 626600\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626600\n  end_ms: 628830\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628830\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633780\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633780\n  end_ms: 636470\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636470\n  end_ms: 640150\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640150\n  end_ms: 643590\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643590\n  end_ms: 645540\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645540\n  end_ms: 647970\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647970\n  end_ms: 650460\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650460\n  end_ms: 652850\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652850\n  end_ms: 655230\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655230\n  end_ms: 657650\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657650\n  end_ms: 659940\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659940\n  end_ms: 662500\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662500\n  end_ms: 665060\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665060\n  end_ms: 667270\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667270\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671980\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671980\n  end_ms: 674150\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674150\n  end_ms: 676710\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676710\n  end_ms: 679030\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679030\n  end_ms: 687210\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687210\n  end_ms: 692170\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692170\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697690\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697690\n  end_ms: 699990\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699990\n  end_ms: 702420\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702420\n  end_ms: 706630\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706630\n  end_ms: 709880\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709880\n  end_ms: 710950\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710950\n  end_ms: 712540\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712540\n  end_ms: 713800\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713800\n  end_ms: 714790\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714790\n  end_ms: 719420\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719420\n  end_ms: 721480\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721480\n  end_ms: 724050\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724050\n  end_ms: 725920\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725920\n  end_ms: 728610\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728610\n  end_ms: 731420\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731420\n  end_ms: 733790\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733790\n  end_ms: 735970\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735970\n  end_ms: 738750\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738750\n  end_ms: 740840\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740840\n  end_ms: 743010\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743010\n  end_ms: 745950\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745950\n  end_ms: 747600\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747600\n  end_ms: 750280\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750280\n  end_ms: 752560\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752560\n  end_ms: 755780\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755780\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760080\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760080\n  end_ms: 762420\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762420\n  end_ms: 764950\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764950\n  end_ms: 767360\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767360\n  end_ms: 769310\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769310\n  end_ms: 771650\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771650\n  end_ms: 776550\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776550\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781180\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781180\n  end_ms: 783140\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783140\n  end_ms: 785590\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785590\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794440\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794440\n  end_ms: 796780\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796780\n  end_ms: 800450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800450\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? 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Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! 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It's your uncle, Sam\nAnd this is the great American game!\n\nReincarnated with love\nMy Gemini twin back, powerin' up\nNo more handshakes and hugs\nThe energy only circulate through us\nEverybody must be judged\nBut this time, God only favorin' us\n20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\nEtiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\nI'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\nCarryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\nWe go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\nReally don't bother nobody\nBut they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\nYou would not get the picture\nIf I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\nUh, would not have a soul\nEven if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\nStarted with nothin' but government cheese\nBut now I can seize the government, too\n'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\nBut now the hunnid in blue\n'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\nBack when you debated the number one and number two?\nTopic was always hilarious to me\nYou carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\nThe revolution 'bout to be televised\nYou picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\nSomeone better squabble up\nI am reincarnated\nI was stargazin'\nLife goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\nWoke up lookin' for the broccoli\nHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\nIP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\nMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\nWhen I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\nYou got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\nThunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\nQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\nWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\nBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\nIt was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\nPipe down, young, these some whole other politics\nUh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\nDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\nGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\nWe outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\nBlaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\nTell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\nTell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\nAce boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\nFull moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\nSquabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\nNo, no, no, no, no\nToo loud, too reckless, too ghetto\nMr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\nThen tighten up!\n\nNobody pray for me\nIt been that day for me\nWay (yeah, yeah)\n\nAy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\nFinessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\nParmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\nD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\nGirl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\nI know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\nI get way too petty once you let me do the extras\nPull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\nA.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\nEat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\nIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\nIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\nMy left stroke just went viral\nRight stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\nBe humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\nHol' on\n\nI got, I got, I got, I got\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece (huh)\nPut the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\nI got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\nThat's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\nWas born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\nTransform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\nThat's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\nI wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\nYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\nIsland right here's remote, okay\nThinkin' about no reaper\nI'm reapin' what I sow, okay\nBenjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\nHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\nEverybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\nAnd I might do a show a day, always a lame\nOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\nHave you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\nHave you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\nMan, I know y'all boys sleep\nEver since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\nI deserve it all\nKeep these bums away from me\nKeep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\nBurn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\nCrashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\nDid it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\nJust wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\nDangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\nFlip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\nHow annoying\nFrom the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\nIt's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\nWhy you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n(Give a helping hand)\nAh, I see you brought your homeboys with you\nThe old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\nScorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\nAy, what?\nLook\n\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\nHuh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\nPeekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\nPeekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\nPeekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\nPeekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\nPeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\nPeekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\nPeekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\nPeekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\nPeekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\nPeekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\nPeekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\nPeekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\nPeekaboo\nLadies (yes, Dot?)\nI wanna make a move (for sure)\nI wanna perform they favorite song\nBut you know they love to sue (what song?)\nYeah, that song (that song?)\nAh, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\nKnow what, I'll slow it down\nSay, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\nOh, you done lost your damn mind\n\nIf this world were mine\n\nHey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\nIf this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\nIntroduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\nFah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\nSo this world, concrete flowers grow\nHeartache, she only doin' what she know\nWeekends, get it poppin' on the low\nBetter days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\nIf it was up to me\nI wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\nI'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\nI just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n(If this world were mine)\n\nIt go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\nBaby, you a star (star), strike a pose\nWhen I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\nCome and put that on my soul\n\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nBump you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\nI hate those that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\nI don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage, who I'm building with\nI want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\nOn my momma, Solána\n\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are close\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n\nYeah-eah\nThat's what I'm talkin' about\nThat's what America wants, nice and calm\nYou're almost there\nDon't mess this-\nAh\n\n(Oh, no)\nIt's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\n40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n(You really 'bout to do it?)\nYeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n(Then get on it like that)\nAy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\nMustard on the beat, bro\nDeebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\nMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\nNail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\nWhat's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\nIndustry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\nHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\nFinna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\nWhat? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\nSometimes you gotta pop out and show\nCertified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\nWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\nPole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\nSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\nYou better not ever go to cell block one\nTo any - that talk to him and they in love\nJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\nThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\nPARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\nBaka got a weird case, why is he around?\nCertified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\nWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\nWhy you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\nTryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\nThey not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\nAre you my friend?\nAre we locked in?\nThen step this way, step that way\nThen step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\nI go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\nThis is GNX\nWe come all the way from Compton, California\nThrew a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\nLet me hear you say\n\nMustard!\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\nAin't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\nNothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\nIn a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\nPass interference, padlock around the\nCrash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\nBone to pick, like it was sea bass\nWhen I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\nI showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\nI'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\nGood for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\nHeads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\nHurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\nRan up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\nSuper Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\nMouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\nWalk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\nMustard! (Oh, man)\nThey actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\nGot my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\nTurn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nHuh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\nTurn his TV off, turn his-\n\nThe National Football League and Apple Music\nThank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.55] The National Football League welcomes you\n[00:04.39] To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[00:20.22] Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n[00:25.98] And this is the great American game!\n[00:30.13] Reincarnated with love\n[00:31.58] My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n[00:33.25] No more handshakes and hugs\n[00:34.94] The energy only circulate through us\n[00:36.67] Everybody must be judged\n[00:38.17] But this time, God only favorin' us\n[00:39.85] 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n[00:42.86] Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n[00:46.06] I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n[00:49.25] Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n[00:52.66] We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n[00:55.82] Really don't bother nobody\n[00:57.09] But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n[00:59.13] You would not get the picture\n[01:00.35] If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n[01:02.44] Uh, would not have a soul\n[01:03.58] Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n[01:05.83] Started with nothin' but government cheese\n[01:07.32] But now I can seize the government, too\n[01:09.04] 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n[01:11.10] But now the hunnid in blue\n[01:12.28] 'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n[01:13.47] Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n[01:15.72] Topic was always hilarious to me\n[01:17.23] You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n[01:22.42] The revolution 'bout to be televised\n[01:24.21] You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n[01:29.19] Someone better squabble up\n[01:37.01] I am reincarnated\n[01:39.63] I was stargazin'\n[01:40.77] Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n[01:43.55] Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n[01:45.42] High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n[01:47.62] IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n[01:50.18] Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n[01:52.49] When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n[01:56.90] You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n[02:01.43] Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n[02:03.76] Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n[02:06.16] Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n[02:08.59] Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n[02:10.62] It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n[02:13.08] Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n[02:15.58] Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n[02:17.66] Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n[02:19.94] Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n[02:22.73] We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n[02:24.64] Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n[02:27.07] Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n[02:29.25] Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n[02:31.49] \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n[02:33.88] Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n[02:36.53] Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n[02:38.56] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n[02:41.00] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:43.17] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n[02:45.48] Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n[02:47.41] No, no, no, no, no\n[02:50.17] Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n[02:55.10] Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n[03:00.15] Then tighten up!\n[03:05.34] Nobody pray for me\n[03:06.95] It been that day for me\n[03:08.37] Way (yeah, yeah)\n[03:11.27] Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n[03:14.64] Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n[03:17.97] Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n[03:21.27] D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n[03:24.28] Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n[03:27.63] I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n[03:30.83] I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n[03:34.28] Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n[03:37.16] A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n[03:40.32] Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n[03:43.57] If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n[03:46.72] If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n[03:49.96] My left stroke just went viral\n[03:52.80] Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n[03:55.37] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[03:58.33] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n[04:01.56] Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n[04:04.86] Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n[04:07.81] Hol' on\n[04:13.69] I got, I got, I got, I got\n[04:15.33] Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n[04:18.32] Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n[04:19.37] Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n[04:21.82] I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n[04:25.33] That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n[04:28.74] Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n[04:32.03] Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n[04:35.59] That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:36.79] Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:39.30] Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n[04:40.96] I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n[04:46.76] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n[04:48.83] Island right here's remote, okay\n[04:50.44] Thinkin' about no reaper\n[04:51.94] I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n[04:53.82] Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n[04:57.17] Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n[05:00.58] Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n[05:04.10] And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n[05:07.54] Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n[05:10.90] Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n[05:14.27] Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n[05:18.26] Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n[05:20.27] Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n[05:28.37] I deserve it all\n[05:30.23] Keep these bums away from me\n[05:32.50] Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n[05:34.93] Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n[05:37.40] Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n[05:39.42] Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n[05:41.73] Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n[05:44.54] Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n[05:47.14] Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n[05:49.71] How annoying\n[05:52.06] From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n[05:54.78] It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n[05:57.36] Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n[06:00.19] (Give a helping hand)\n[06:00.57] Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n[06:03.55] The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n[06:06.58] Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n[06:12.24] Ay, what?\n[06:18.12] Look\n[06:19.62] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:21.18] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:22.37] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:23.54] What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:25.46] Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n[06:29.35] Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n[06:31.64] Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n[06:34.10] Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n[06:36.46] Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n[06:38.91] Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n[06:41.47] Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n[06:43.73] Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n[06:46.08] Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n[06:48.61] Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n[06:50.94] Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n[06:53.52] Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n[06:55.81] Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n[06:58.26] Peekaboo\n[06:59.26] Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n[07:01.15] I wanna make a move (for sure)\n[07:03.71] I wanna perform they favorite song\n[07:05.77] But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n[07:09.12] Yeah, that song (that song?)\n[07:10.99] Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n[07:13.53] Know what, I'll slow it down\n[07:15.62] Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n[07:19.47] Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n[07:22.49] If this world were mine\n[07:24.70] Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n[07:28.31] If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n[07:31.82] If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n[07:35.32] Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n[07:39.30] Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n[07:44.79] So this world, concrete flowers grow\n[07:48.56] Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n[07:52.16] Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n[07:55.44] Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n[08:00.71] If it was up to me\n[08:02.87] I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n[08:06.31] I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n[08:10.82] I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n[08:12.74] (If this world were mine)\n[08:14.34] It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n[08:18.31] Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n[08:21.75] When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n[08:25.28] Come and put that on my soul\n[08:28.92] \n[08:47.63] Tell me what you gon' do to me\n[08:49.97] Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n[08:52.85] You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n[08:55.20] But you can't bring the truth to me\n[08:57.53] Bump you and all your expectations\n[08:59.96] I don't even want your congratulations\n[09:02.47] I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n[09:07.56] I hate those that feel entitled\n[09:09.66] Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n[09:12.10] Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n[09:15.37] I don't even like you\n[09:17.14] Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n[09:19.60] That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n[09:21.97] A small percentage, who I'm building with\n[09:24.46] I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n[09:26.82] On my momma, Solána\n[09:27.51] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n[09:30.86] All the stars are closer\n[09:33.21] All the stars are closer\n[09:35.47] All the stars are close\n[09:37.42] This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n[09:40.67] All the stars are closer\n[09:43.08] All the stars are closer\n[09:45.29] All the stars are closer\n[09:47.87] Yeah-eah\n[09:49.50] That's what I'm talkin' about\n[09:51.53] That's what America wants, nice and calm\n[09:55.71] You're almost there\n[09:57.31] Don't mess this-\n[10:00.68] Ah\n[10:01.90] (Oh, no)\n[10:02.75] It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n[10:06.25] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:07.45] 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n[10:11.15] (You really 'bout to do it?)\n[10:12.18] Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n[10:15.52] (Then get on it like that)\n[10:16.82] Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n[10:20.73] Mustard on the beat, bro\n[10:21.88] Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n[10:24.33] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n[10:26.60] Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n[10:28.83] What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n[10:31.73] Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n[10:33.78] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n[10:36.47] Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n[10:40.15] What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n[10:43.59] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n[10:45.54] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n[10:47.97] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n[10:50.46] Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n[10:52.85] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n[10:55.23] You better not ever go to cell block one\n[10:57.65] To any - that talk to him and they in love\n[10:59.94] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n[11:02.50] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n[11:05.06] PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n[11:07.27] Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n[11:09.61] Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n[11:11.98] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n[11:14.15] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n[11:16.71] Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n[11:19.03] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n[11:27.21] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n[11:32.17] They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n[11:35.39] Are you my friend?\n[11:37.69] Are we locked in?\n[11:39.99] Then step this way, step that way\n[11:42.42] Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n[11:46.63] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n[11:49.88] This is GNX\n[11:50.95] We come all the way from Compton, California\n[11:52.54] Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n[11:53.80] Let me hear you say\n[11:54.79] Mustard!\n[11:59.42] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:01.48] Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n[12:04.05] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:05.92] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:08.61] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:11.42] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[12:13.79] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n[12:15.97] Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n[12:18.75] In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n[12:20.84] Pass interference, padlock around the\n[12:23.01] Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n[12:25.95] Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n[12:27.60] When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n[12:30.28] I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n[12:32.56] I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n[12:35.78] Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n[12:37.94] Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n[12:40.08] Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n[12:42.42] Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n[12:44.95] Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n[12:47.36] Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n[12:49.31] Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n[12:51.65] Mustard! (Oh, man)\n[12:56.55] They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n[12:58.53] Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n[13:01.18] Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:03.14] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:05.59] Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n[13:08.32] Turn his TV off, turn his-\n[13:14.44] The National Football League and Apple Music\n[13:16.78] Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n[13:20.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar & NFL\n  album: 13:21\n  duration_ms: 800680\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The National Football League welcomes you\n  start_ms: 2550\n  end_ms: 4390\n- text: To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 4390\n  end_ms: 20220\n- text: Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  start_ms: 20220\n  end_ms: 25980\n- text: And this is the great American game!\n  start_ms: 25980\n  end_ms: 30130\n- text: Reincarnated with love\n  start_ms: 30130\n  end_ms: 31580\n- text: My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  start_ms: 31580\n  end_ms: 33250\n- text: No more handshakes and hugs\n  start_ms: 33250\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: The energy only circulate through us\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Everybody must be judged\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 38170\n- text: But this time, God only favorin' us\n  start_ms: 38170\n  end_ms: 39850\n- text: 20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  start_ms: 39850\n  end_ms: 42860\n- text: Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  start_ms: 42860\n  end_ms: 46060\n- text: I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  start_ms: 46060\n  end_ms: 49250\n- text: Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n  start_ms: 49250\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 55820\n- text: Really don't bother nobody\n  start_ms: 55820\n  end_ms: 57090\n- text: But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  start_ms: 57090\n  end_ms: 59130\n- text: You would not get the picture\n  start_ms: 59130\n  end_ms: 60350\n- text: If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  start_ms: 60350\n  end_ms: 62440\n- text: Uh, would not have a soul\n  start_ms: 62440\n  end_ms: 63580\n- text: Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n  start_ms: 63580\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 67320\n- text: But now I can seize the government, too\n  start_ms: 67320\n  end_ms: 69040\n- text: '''Member the food stamp color was tan and brown'\n  start_ms: 69040\n  end_ms: 71100\n- text: But now the hunnid in blue\n  start_ms: 71100\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: '''Member I said, \"I''m the greatest\"'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 75720\n- text: Topic was always hilarious to me\n  start_ms: 75720\n  end_ms: 77230\n- text: You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n  start_ms: 77230\n  end_ms: 82420\n- text: The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  start_ms: 82420\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 89190\n- text: Someone better squabble up\n  start_ms: 89190\n  end_ms: 97010\n- text: I am reincarnated\n  start_ms: 97010\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: I was stargazin'\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 100770\n- text: Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n  start_ms: 100770\n  end_ms: 103550\n- text: Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  start_ms: 103550\n  end_ms: 105420\n- text: High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  start_ms: 105420\n  end_ms: 107620\n- text: IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  start_ms: 107620\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 112490\n- text: When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  start_ms: 112490\n  end_ms: 116900\n- text: You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n  start_ms: 116900\n  end_ms: 121430\n- text: Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  start_ms: 121430\n  end_ms: 123760\n- text: Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  start_ms: 123760\n  end_ms: 126160\n- text: Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  start_ms: 126160\n  end_ms: 128590\n- text: Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  start_ms: 128590\n  end_ms: 130620\n- text: It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  start_ms: 130620\n  end_ms: 133080\n- text: Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  start_ms: 133080\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 137660\n- text: Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 139940\n- text: Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  start_ms: 139940\n  end_ms: 142730\n- text: We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  start_ms: 142730\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149250\n- text: Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  start_ms: 149250\n  end_ms: 151490\n- text: '\"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah'\n  start_ms: 151490\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 156530\n- text: Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n  start_ms: 156530\n  end_ms: 158560\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  start_ms: 158560\n  end_ms: 161000\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 161000\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165480\n- text: Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n  start_ms: 165480\n  end_ms: 167410\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 167410\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 175100\n- text: Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  start_ms: 175100\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Then tighten up!\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 185340\n- text: Nobody pray for me\n  start_ms: 185340\n  end_ms: 186950\n- text: It been that day for me\n  start_ms: 186950\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: Way (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 191270\n- text: Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  start_ms: 191270\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197970\n- text: Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  start_ms: 197970\n  end_ms: 201270\n- text: D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n  start_ms: 201270\n  end_ms: 204280\n- text: Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  start_ms: 204280\n  end_ms: 207630\n- text: I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  start_ms: 207630\n  end_ms: 210830\n- text: I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  start_ms: 210830\n  end_ms: 214280\n- text: Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n  start_ms: 214280\n  end_ms: 217160\n- text: A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  start_ms: 217160\n  end_ms: 220320\n- text: Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  start_ms: 220320\n  end_ms: 223570\n- text: If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  start_ms: 223570\n  end_ms: 226720\n- text: If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n  start_ms: 226720\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: My left stroke just went viral\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232800\n- text: Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n  start_ms: 232800\n  end_ms: 235370\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 235370\n  end_ms: 238330\n- text: Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  start_ms: 238330\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244860\n- 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boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 276790\n  end_ms: 279300\n- text: Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 279300\n  end_ms: 280960\n- text: I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n  start_ms: 280960\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288830\n- text: Island right here's remote, okay\n  start_ms: 288830\n  end_ms: 290440\n- text: Thinkin' about no reaper\n  start_ms: 290440\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 297170\n- text: Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  start_ms: 297170\n  end_ms: 300580\n- text: Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  start_ms: 300580\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  start_ms: 304100\n  end_ms: 307540\n- text: Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n  start_ms: 307540\n  end_ms: 310900\n- text: Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  start_ms: 310900\n  end_ms: 314270\n- text: Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  start_ms: 314270\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320270\n- text: Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n  start_ms: 320270\n  end_ms: 328370\n- text: I deserve it all\n  start_ms: 328370\n  end_ms: 330230\n- text: Keep these bums away from me\n  start_ms: 330230\n  end_ms: 332500\n- text: Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  start_ms: 332500\n  end_ms: 334930\n- text: Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  start_ms: 334930\n  end_ms: 337400\n- text: Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n  start_ms: 337400\n  end_ms: 339420\n- text: Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  start_ms: 339420\n  end_ms: 341730\n- text: Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  start_ms: 341730\n  end_ms: 344540\n- text: Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  start_ms: 344540\n  end_ms: 347140\n- text: Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n  start_ms: 347140\n  end_ms: 349710\n- text: How annoying\n  start_ms: 349710\n  end_ms: 352060\n- text: From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  start_ms: 352060\n  end_ms: 354780\n- text: It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  start_ms: 354780\n  end_ms: 357360\n- text: Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n  start_ms: 357360\n  end_ms: 360190\n- text: (Give a helping hand)\n  start_ms: 360190\n  end_ms: 360570\n- text: Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  start_ms: 360570\n  end_ms: 363550\n- text: The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  start_ms: 363550\n  end_ms: 366580\n- text: Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  start_ms: 366580\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: Ay, what?\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 378120\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 378120\n  end_ms: 379620\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 379620\n  end_ms: 381180\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 381180\n  end_ms: 382370\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 382370\n  end_ms: 383540\n- text: What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 383540\n  end_ms: 385460\n- text: Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 385460\n  end_ms: 389350\n- text: Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  start_ms: 389350\n  end_ms: 391640\n- text: Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  start_ms: 391640\n  end_ms: 394100\n- text: Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  start_ms: 394100\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398910\n- text: Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  start_ms: 398910\n  end_ms: 401470\n- text: Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  start_ms: 401470\n  end_ms: 403730\n- text: Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  start_ms: 403730\n  end_ms: 406080\n- text: Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n  start_ms: 406080\n  end_ms: 408610\n- text: Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  start_ms: 408610\n  end_ms: 410940\n- text: Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  start_ms: 410940\n  end_ms: 413520\n- text: Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  start_ms: 413520\n  end_ms: 415810\n- text: Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n  start_ms: 415810\n  end_ms: 418260\n- text: Peekaboo\n  start_ms: 418260\n  end_ms: 419260\n- text: Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  start_ms: 419260\n  end_ms: 421150\n- text: I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  start_ms: 421150\n  end_ms: 423710\n- text: I wanna perform they favorite song\n  start_ms: 423710\n  end_ms: 425770\n- text: But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  start_ms: 425770\n  end_ms: 429120\n- text: Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  start_ms: 429120\n  end_ms: 430990\n- text: Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 430990\n  end_ms: 433530\n- text: Know what, I'll slow it down\n  start_ms: 433530\n  end_ms: 435620\n- text: Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n  start_ms: 435620\n  end_ms: 439470\n- text: Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n  start_ms: 439470\n  end_ms: 442490\n- text: If this world were mine\n  start_ms: 442490\n  end_ms: 444700\n- text: Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  start_ms: 444700\n  end_ms: 448310\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  start_ms: 448310\n  end_ms: 451820\n- text: If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  start_ms: 451820\n  end_ms: 455320\n- text: Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  start_ms: 455320\n  end_ms: 459300\n- text: Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n  start_ms: 459300\n  end_ms: 464790\n- text: So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  start_ms: 464790\n  end_ms: 468560\n- text: Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  start_ms: 468560\n  end_ms: 472160\n- text: Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  start_ms: 472160\n  end_ms: 475440\n- text: Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  start_ms: 475440\n  end_ms: 480710\n- text: If it was up to me\n  start_ms: 480710\n  end_ms: 482870\n- text: I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  start_ms: 482870\n  end_ms: 486310\n- text: I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  start_ms: 486310\n  end_ms: 490820\n- text: I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  start_ms: 490820\n  end_ms: 492740\n- text: (If this world were mine)\n  start_ms: 492740\n  end_ms: 494340\n- text: It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  start_ms: 494340\n  end_ms: 498310\n- text: Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  start_ms: 498310\n  end_ms: 501750\n- text: When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 501750\n  end_ms: 505280\n- text: Come and put that on my soul\n  start_ms: 505280\n  end_ms: 508920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 508920\n  end_ms: 527630\n- text: Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  start_ms: 527630\n  end_ms: 529970\n- text: Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  start_ms: 529970\n  end_ms: 532850\n- text: You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  start_ms: 532850\n  end_ms: 535200\n- text: But you can't bring the truth to me\n  start_ms: 535200\n  end_ms: 537530\n- text: Bump you and all your expectations\n  start_ms: 537530\n  end_ms: 539960\n- text: I don't even want your congratulations\n  start_ms: 539960\n  end_ms: 542470\n- text: I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n  start_ms: 542470\n  end_ms: 547560\n- text: I hate those that feel entitled\n  start_ms: 547560\n  end_ms: 549660\n- text: Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  start_ms: 549660\n  end_ms: 552100\n- text: Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  start_ms: 552100\n  end_ms: 555370\n- text: I don't even like you\n  start_ms: 555370\n  end_ms: 557140\n- text: Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  start_ms: 557140\n  end_ms: 559600\n- text: That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  start_ms: 559600\n  end_ms: 561970\n- text: A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  start_ms: 561970\n  end_ms: 564460\n- text: I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  start_ms: 564460\n  end_ms: 566820\n- text: On my momma, Solána\n  start_ms: 566820\n  end_ms: 567510\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  start_ms: 567510\n  end_ms: 570860\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 570860\n  end_ms: 573210\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 573210\n  end_ms: 575470\n- text: All the stars are close\n  start_ms: 575470\n  end_ms: 577420\n- text: This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  start_ms: 577420\n  end_ms: 580670\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 580670\n  end_ms: 583080\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 583080\n  end_ms: 585290\n- text: All the stars are closer\n  start_ms: 585290\n  end_ms: 587870\n- text: Yeah-eah\n  start_ms: 587870\n  end_ms: 589500\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 589500\n  end_ms: 591530\n- text: That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  start_ms: 591530\n  end_ms: 595710\n- text: You're almost there\n  start_ms: 595710\n  end_ms: 597310\n- text: Don't mess this-\n  start_ms: 597310\n  end_ms: 600680\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 600680\n  end_ms: 601900\n- text: (Oh, no)\n  start_ms: 601900\n  end_ms: 602750\n- text: It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  start_ms: 602750\n  end_ms: 606250\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 606250\n  end_ms: 607450\n- text: 40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  start_ms: 607450\n  end_ms: 611150\n- text: (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  start_ms: 611150\n  end_ms: 612180\n- text: Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  start_ms: 612180\n  end_ms: 615520\n- text: (Then get on it like that)\n  start_ms: 615520\n  end_ms: 616820\n- text: Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n  start_ms: 616820\n  end_ms: 620730\n- text: Mustard on the beat, bro\n  start_ms: 620730\n  end_ms: 621880\n- text: Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  start_ms: 621880\n  end_ms: 624330\n- text: Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  start_ms: 624330\n  end_ms: 626600\n- text: Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n  start_ms: 626600\n  end_ms: 628830\n- text: What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  start_ms: 628830\n  end_ms: 631730\n- text: Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  start_ms: 631730\n  end_ms: 633780\n- text: How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  start_ms: 633780\n  end_ms: 636470\n- text: Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  start_ms: 636470\n  end_ms: 640150\n- text: What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n  start_ms: 640150\n  end_ms: 643590\n- text: Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  start_ms: 643590\n  end_ms: 645540\n- text: Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  start_ms: 645540\n  end_ms: 647970\n- text: Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  start_ms: 647970\n  end_ms: 650460\n- text: Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n  start_ms: 650460\n  end_ms: 652850\n- text: Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  start_ms: 652850\n  end_ms: 655230\n- text: You better not ever go to cell block one\n  start_ms: 655230\n  end_ms: 657650\n- text: To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  start_ms: 657650\n  end_ms: 659940\n- text: Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n  start_ms: 659940\n  end_ms: 662500\n- text: They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  start_ms: 662500\n  end_ms: 665060\n- text: PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  start_ms: 665060\n  end_ms: 667270\n- text: Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  start_ms: 667270\n  end_ms: 669610\n- text: Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n  start_ms: 669610\n  end_ms: 671980\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  start_ms: 671980\n  end_ms: 674150\n- text: Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  start_ms: 674150\n  end_ms: 676710\n- text: Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  start_ms: 676710\n  end_ms: 679030\n- text: Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n  start_ms: 679030\n  end_ms: 687210\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  start_ms: 687210\n  end_ms: 692170\n- text: They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n  start_ms: 692170\n  end_ms: 695390\n- text: Are you my friend?\n  start_ms: 695390\n  end_ms: 697690\n- text: Are we locked in?\n  start_ms: 697690\n  end_ms: 699990\n- text: Then step this way, step that way\n  start_ms: 699990\n  end_ms: 702420\n- text: Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n  start_ms: 702420\n  end_ms: 706630\n- text: I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 706630\n  end_ms: 709880\n- text: This is GNX\n  start_ms: 709880\n  end_ms: 710950\n- text: We come all the way from Compton, California\n  start_ms: 710950\n  end_ms: 712540\n- text: Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  start_ms: 712540\n  end_ms: 713800\n- text: Let me hear you say\n  start_ms: 713800\n  end_ms: 714790\n- text: Mustard!\n  start_ms: 714790\n  end_ms: 719420\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 719420\n  end_ms: 721480\n- text: Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  start_ms: 721480\n  end_ms: 724050\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 724050\n  end_ms: 725920\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 725920\n  end_ms: 728610\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 728610\n  end_ms: 731420\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 731420\n  end_ms: 733790\n- text: Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  start_ms: 733790\n  end_ms: 735970\n- text: Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  start_ms: 735970\n  end_ms: 738750\n- text: In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  start_ms: 738750\n  end_ms: 740840\n- text: Pass interference, padlock around the\n  start_ms: 740840\n  end_ms: 743010\n- text: Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  start_ms: 743010\n  end_ms: 745950\n- text: Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  start_ms: 745950\n  end_ms: 747600\n- text: When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  start_ms: 747600\n  end_ms: 750280\n- text: I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n  start_ms: 750280\n  end_ms: 752560\n- text: I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  start_ms: 752560\n  end_ms: 755780\n- text: Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  start_ms: 755780\n  end_ms: 757940\n- text: Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  start_ms: 757940\n  end_ms: 760080\n- text: Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  start_ms: 760080\n  end_ms: 762420\n- text: Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  start_ms: 762420\n  end_ms: 764950\n- text: Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  start_ms: 764950\n  end_ms: 767360\n- text: Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  start_ms: 767360\n  end_ms: 769310\n- text: Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n  start_ms: 769310\n  end_ms: 771650\n- text: Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  start_ms: 771650\n  end_ms: 776550\n- text: They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  start_ms: 776550\n  end_ms: 778530\n- text: Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  start_ms: 778530\n  end_ms: 781180\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 781180\n  end_ms: 783140\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 783140\n  end_ms: 785590\n- text: Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  start_ms: 785590\n  end_ms: 788320\n- text: Turn his TV off, turn his-\n  start_ms: 788320\n  end_ms: 794440\n- text: The National Football League and Apple Music\n  start_ms: 794440\n  end_ms: 796780\n- text: Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  start_ms: 796780\n  end_ms: 800450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 800450\nplain: |-\n  The National Football League welcomes you\n  To the Apple Music Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n  Salutations! It's your uncle, Sam\n  And this is the great American game!\n\n  Reincarnated with love\n  My Gemini twin back, powerin' up\n  No more handshakes and hugs\n  The energy only circulate through us\n  Everybody must be judged\n  But this time, God only favorin' us\n  20 years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth\n  Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is-\n  I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians, too\n  Carryin' various darts right now, I desert this uh, like tiramisù\n\n  We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse\n  Really don't bother nobody\n  But they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room\n  You would not get the picture\n  If I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre\n  Uh, would not have a soul\n  Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q\n\n  Started with nothin' but government cheese\n  But now I can seize the government, too\n  'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown\n  But now the hunnid in blue\n  'Member I said, \"I'm the greatest\"\n  Back when you debated the number one and number two?\n  Topic was always hilarious to me\n  You carried 'em to me, I brung out the-, Christ!\n\n  The revolution 'bout to be televised\n  You picked the right time, but the wrong guy\n\n  Someone better squabble up\n  I am reincarnated\n  I was stargazin'\n  Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)\n\n  Woke up lookin' for the broccoli\n  High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi\n  IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me\n  Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet\n  When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ay)\n  You got the music (whoo), now is your chance\n\n  Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it\n  Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it\n  Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it\n  Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it\n  It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it\n  Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics\n  Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)\n  Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies\n\n  Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff\n  We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off\n  Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw\n  Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?\n  Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?\n  \"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?\" Nah\n  Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal\n  Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)\n\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)\n  Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up\n\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto\n  Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?\n  Then tighten up!\n\n  Nobody pray for me\n  It been that day for me\n  Way (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances\n  Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this\n  Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this\n  D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts\n\n  Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub\n  I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?\n  I get way too petty once you let me do the extras\n  Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris\n\n  A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk\n  Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk\n  If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes\n  If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!\n\n  My left stroke just went viral\n  Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)\n\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')\n  Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)\n  Hol' on\n\n  I got, I got, I got, I got\n  Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\n  Cocaine quarter piece (huh)\n  Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)\n  I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA\n  That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA\n  Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon\n  Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\n\n  That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)\n  Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)\n  I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on\n\n  Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay\n  Island right here's remote, okay\n  Thinkin' about no reaper\n  I'm reapin' what I sow, okay\n  Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay\n\n  Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay\n  Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway\n  And I might do a show a day, always a lame\n  Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?\n\n  Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play\n  Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?\n  Man, I know y'all boys sleep\n  Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)\n\n  I deserve it all\n  Keep these bums away from me\n  Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me\n  Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me\n  Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me\n\n  Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me\n  Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me\n  Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me\n  Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?\n\n  How annoying\n  From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me\n  It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine\n  Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-\n\n  (Give a helping hand)\n  Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you\n  The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)\n  Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)\n  Ay, what?\n  Look\n\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n  Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'\n\n  Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain\n  Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game\n  Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank\n  Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name\n  Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405\n  Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta\n  Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?\n  Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it\n\n  Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)\n  Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)\n\n  Peekaboo\n  Ladies (yes, Dot?)\n  I wanna make a move (for sure)\n  I wanna perform they favorite song\n  But you know they love to sue (what song?)\n  Yeah, that song (that song?)\n  Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)\n  Know what, I'll slow it down\n  Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)\n\n  Oh, you done lost your damn mind\n\n  If this world were mine\n\n  Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply\n  If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God\n  Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire\n  Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah\n\n  So this world, concrete flowers grow\n  Heartache, she only doin' what she know\n  Weekends, get it poppin' on the low\n  Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)\n  If it was up to me\n  I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy\n  I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'\n  I just wanna see you win, wanna see-\n  (If this world were mine)\n\n  It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)\n  Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose\n  When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)\n  Come and put that on my soul\n\n  Tell me what you gon' do to me\n  Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me\n  You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword\n  But you can't bring the truth to me\n  Bump you and all your expectations\n  I don't even want your congratulations\n  I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation\n\n  I hate those that feel entitled\n  Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\n  Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?\n  I don't even like you\n  Corrupt a man's heart with a gift\n  That's how you find out who you dealin' with\n  A small percentage, who I'm building with\n  I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning\n  On my momma, Solána\n\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are close\n  This may be the night that my dreams might let me know\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n  All the stars are closer\n\n  Yeah-eah\n  That's what I'm talkin' about\n  That's what America wants, nice and calm\n  You're almost there\n  Don't mess this-\n  Ah\n\n  (Oh, no)\n  It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music\n  (You really 'bout to do it?)\n  Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence\n  (Then get on it like that)\n  Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, \"Baow!\"\n\n  Mustard on the beat, bro\n  Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw\n  Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, \"Breathe\"\n  Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'\n\n  What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?\n  Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama\n  How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option\n  Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton\n  What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'\n\n  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show\n  Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score\n  Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho\n  Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row\n\n  Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young\n  You better not ever go to cell block one\n  To any - that talk to him and they in love\n  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him\n\n  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs\n  PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now\n  Baka got a weird case, why is he around?\n  Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)\n\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough\n  Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff\n  Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?\n  Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor\n\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)\n  They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us\n\n  Are you my friend?\n  Are we locked in?\n  Then step this way, step that way\n  Then step this way, step that way, hol' on\n\n  I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale\n  This is GNX\n  We come all the way from Compton, California\n  Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)\n  Let me hear you say\n\n  Mustard!\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n\n  Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings\n  Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'\n  In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown\n  Pass interference, padlock around the\n  Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag\n  Bone to pick, like it was sea bass\n  When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show\n  I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope\n\n  I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it\n  Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics\n  Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics\n  Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric\n  Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric\n  Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it\n  Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it\n  Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'\n\n  Mustard! (Oh, man)\n  They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it\n  Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!\n  Turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off\n  Turn his TV off, turn his-\n\n  The National Football League and Apple Music\n  Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show\n"}]