best version

One of the greatest sample flips to ever be done

Kendrick’s lyricism is so amazing that I believe we forget that TPAB is a beautiful instrumental album.

The only one to do it right. Any chance we can get Drunk and Hot Girls, nobody can do that one right 🙈

is this filtered or actually the official instrumental

this shit is NOT high quality this fucking sucks, sounds like it was ripped out of an old 2000s flash game with this muffled quality

0:09

Imagine Kendrick? Bro, imagine me in the booth. Lyrics so hot, got ni**as jumping off the roof When ni**as in the hood say it can't be the truth Take my masters out the freezer and say, "Here's the proof." Dissect all the bars. Use them to teach the youth. But don't listen to a whole verse because its abuse. Put the bars back on ice before they're cooking your goose. And tell Paulie throw in the towel. Call it a truce.* Its a powder keg, and these chickens coming to roost. I'm Thanos. I murder half the beats that's produced. The other half? Ni**as will find a good excuse These ni**as rather ooph, instead of trying the juice* And some of you lifting weights, drinking a Boost Like you being that big will make a ni**a vamoose. I just pour a glass of Vodka with a splash of Vermouth. And flash my license to kill, but killing so uncouth.

Underated

(Sing About Me) When the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you In case I'm not here tomorrow, I'm hoping that I can borrow A peace of mind, I'm behind on what's really important My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life I'm fortunate you believe in a dream This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine And last night was just another distraction or a reaction Of what we consider madness, I know exactly what happened You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel Like everything was alright and a fight he tried to put up But the type of bullet that stuck had went against his will As blood spilled on your hands, my plans rather vindictive Everybody's a victim in my eyes When I ride, it's a murderous rhythm and outside became pitch black A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em" I got 'em, and I ain't give a fuck That same mentality that told my brother not to duck In actuality, it's a trip how we trip off of colors I wonder if I'll ever discover a passion like you and recover The life that I knew as a young'n in pajamas and dun-ta-duns When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs Dumb niggas like me never prosper Prognosis of a problem child, I'm proud and well devoted This piru shit been in me forever So forever I'mma push it, wherever, whenever And I love you 'cause you love my brother like you did Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big And if I die before your album drop, I hope (gunshots) Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me You wrote a song about my sister on your tape And called it Section.80, the message resembled "Brenda's Got a Baby" What's crazy was, I was hearing about it But doubted your ignorance how could you ever just put her on blast and shit Judging her past and shit, well, it's completely my future Her nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit And I'mma need that forty dollars even if I gotta Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three My titties bounce on the cadence of his tinkling keys Matter of fact, he my favorite 'cause he tip me with E's He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week This is the life of another girl damaged by the system These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em See, my hormones just run away and if I can get 'em back To where they used to be then I'll probably be in the denim Of a family gene that show women how to be woman Or better yet, a leader, you need her to learn somethin' Then you probably need to beat her, that's how I was taught Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed And I'm exhausted, but fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain If you can't fit the pumps I walk in? I'll wait Your rebuttal a little too late And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song 'Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own And matter fact, did I mention that I physically feel great? A doctor's approval is a waste of time, I know I'm straight I'll probably live longer than you and never fade away I'll never fade away, I'll never fade away, I know my fate And I'm on the grind for this cake, I'mma get it or die trying I'm eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying You lying to these motherfuckers, talking about you can help 'em With my story, you can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga... When the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself: Am I really scared of passing away? If it's today, I hope I hear a Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon With the holy ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline Reeking the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance With the other side may come soon, and if I'm doomed May the womb help my mother be blessed for many moons I suffer a lot, and every day the glass mirror Get tougher to watch; I tie my stomach in knots And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats That can come about, 'cause the tongue is mighty powerful And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death Really stuck in the schema of wondering when I'mma rest And you're right, your brother was a brother to me And your sister's situation was the one that pulled me In a direction to speak of something that's realer than the TV screen By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between Her personal life, I was like, "It need to be told" Cursing the life of twenty generations after her soul Exactly what'd happen if I ain't continued rappin' Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four- Fives, I count lives all on these songs Look at the weak and cry, pray one day, you'll be strong Fighting for your rights even when you're wrong And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone Am I worth it? Did I put enough work in? Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me (Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for-ooooh) Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for-ooooh Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for-ooooh (Dying of thirst) Tired of running, tired of hunting My own kind but retiring nothing Tires are steady screeching, the driver is rubbing Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst Dope on the corner, look at the coroner Daughter is dead, mother is mournin' her Strayed bullets, AK bullets Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't Bring her back, who got the footage? Channel 9, cameras is looking It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding I know I'm good at Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst How many sins? I'm running out How many sins? I lost count Dreams of balling like Spalding But only shotty bounce The reaper calling, I'm cottonmouth Money is power (money is power) Yours is ours (yours is ours) Lay with a snitch, die with a coward Hope we get rich, hope we can tower Over the city with vanity with the music louder The same song, a black flower I'll show you how to dye your thirst, dye your thirst, dye your thirst What are we doing? Who are we fooling? Hell is hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it Tired of running, choirs is hummin' Tell us to visit, we lying 'bout comin' Now back to business, loading the guns in Back of the Buick, your hood is feuding, and the beef is bubblin' It's no discussion Hereditary, all of my cousins Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst Too many sins, I'm running out Somebody send me a well for the drought See, all I know, is taking notes On taking this life for granted, granted, if he provoke My best days, are stress days (Lord, forgive me for all my sins for I not know...) My best days, are stress days Say "Fuck the world, " my sex slave Money, pussy and greed; what's my next crave Whatever it is, know it's my next grave Tired of running, tired of running Tired of tumbling, tired of running Tired of tumbling Back once my momma say "See a pastor, give me a promise What if today was the rapture, and you completely tarnished The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest You dying of thirst, you dying of thirst So hop in that water, and pray that it works"

I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you in case I'm not here tomorrow I'm hoping that i can borrow a piece of mind I'm behind on what's really important my mind is really distorted i find nothing but trouble in my life I'm fortunate that you believe in a dream.....( finish the lyric)

Can I please get a hq download link for this, this is the best instrumental

this is the cleanest instrumental on all of youtube for this song and it only has 61 views at the time I'm watching this

THE INSTRUMENTAL‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ THE INSTRUMENTAL IS REAL‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

ts so beautiful 😭🏄🏽‍♂️💦

AAAAAAAAAAAHHGGGGGHHHHHHH🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

First!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥✝️

Maaan, this brings me back haha

so hard

Ayo no way, this aint even on the Ye tracker yet. Bro randomly dropping classics

who made this beat?

2:45

Original song of Terrace Martin - Mortal Man is a masterpiece. kzbin.info/www/bejne/roi5aKBulq9qsJIsi=YktivJsmmXwRFE2n

Promise that you will be about me

Its crazy to think that this beat is better than some artists songs

Bro imagine Kendrick on this beat

9th Wonder the GOAT

def not official the whole song sounds fucked up at the chorus that happens when u use AI lmao

YES what ive been looking for! A++ baby

After damn near 10 finally an accurate instrumental thank you!!🙏🏾

splatoon ahh beat

this album reminds me of 2015 las vegas

4:33

Like Crenshaw mountain and San Pedro ports trucker contianers just stuck in simulation waiter jail breaker Next arco behind mountains they claim systeme video gamers life Not blood brother No relatives not body swapping family of self less check body swapping check

Like Crenshaw mountain and San Pedro ports trucker contianers just stuck in simulation waiter jail breaker

after what kendrick did to this beat, none of you should be allowed to post your own lyrics

I remember when I was young and youthful Pure soul clear role , I was more truthful "I wanna be a doctor or something useful in my family's tree I am so fruitful My heart is shoeful my lies are unusual Till the shootful happend I saw these shots like a fallen angels From that day all my archangel are strangers I took a short review about how the life runs What is far to get , count on the rage of guns The tears of moms , the lost daughters and sons The veins ain't the only home to the blood The streets too Father forgive me cuz I understand the devil's work More than you But you knew When you call me by my name I'll pick up

Do you have a download link? for "DNA. by Kendrick Lamar (instrumental version)"

💎 nothings better than the real thang!

2:46

Thundercat on top 🔥🔥🔥

Ain’t no way 🔥

Finally "**REAL OFFICIAL** INSTRUMENTAL VERSION"

Thank you for posting these instrumentals, they’re comforting me through a very difficult time.

That bassline though 😎

Manic

Perfect. You have no idea how badly I needed this

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon You consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan (one two, one two) When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon You consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be? Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line? If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar Or question my character and degrade me on every blog Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her? You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur? You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt? You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired? Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time? Like who got your best interest? Like how much are you dependent? How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending? How tough is your skin when they turn you in? Do you show forgiveness? What brush do you bend when dusting Your shoulders from being offended? What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing? What kind of bridge did they burn? Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned? You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom You wanna be remembered that delivered the message That considered the blessing of everyone This your lesson for everyone, say When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin' Let my word be your Earth and moon You consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me, nigga I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be? See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X? Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls, put me under stress Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead? Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga

Can you do no more parties in LA instrumental too many fake ones out here

Yo can you snatch the instrumental for For Sale?