I Am UPSIDE DOWN About Kendrick Lamar And This Craptastic Publicity Stunt.

Have you guys heard about this?  IT IS MADDENING.

According to Daily Mail, fans were attending the Hangout Festival in Gulf Shores, AL, and Kendrick Lamar (in case you’re unfamiliar with him, he’s a black hip hop dude), was headlining. At one point during his performance, he invited a white chick named Delaney on stage with him to sing along to one of his songs – called M.A.A.D City.  That song features the n-word throughout, because like a lot of black hip hop artists, Kendrick Lamar apparently thinks it’s super empowering to use the n-word.  It’s kinda like when feminists strip naked for the sake of empowerment.  It’s pointless, counterproductive, and stupid.

Anyway, like a lot of other white people who shell out huge money to support artists like Kendrick Lamar, Delaney is a huge fan of his.  She knew all the words by heart, and she sang along, as he invited her to do.  But once she recited one of the many n-words, Lamar cut the music, SCOLDED HER, and then the audience proceeded to boo her too, simply because she sang along to one of that a$$hat’s songs.

BEHOLD:

He told her she had to bleep the word? WTF?

In case it was hard to make out, when Lamar told her she should have bleeped out the word, she said, “I’m used to singing it like you wrote it.”

YES. Because she’s a normal human being (except for the part where she likes Kendrick Lamar in the first place.)

As you can see, even though Lamar gave her a second chance, it was too late for the audience. They smelled blood in the water, and eventually she was booed off the stage.

Again, I should point out, simply because she sang the lyrics AS KENDRICK LAMAR WROTE THEM, and she has less melanin in her skin than he does.

I’m sick and tired of this bullsh*t. If musicians don’t want white people singing their songs as written, they need to stop taking money from white people. The end.

Some fans of Lamars, thankfully, seemed to take issue with what he did, and I’m actually really grateful to see that. BEHOLD:

By the way, here are the lyrics to that piece of crap song.

M.A.A.D CITY: PART I LYRICS
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I’m in the street I hear
‘Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!’
‘Man down
Where you from, n****?’
‘F*** who you know, where you from, my n****?’
‘Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?’
‘This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****’
Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I’m slingin crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was Me, O-Boog[?], and Yaya[?], YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned n**** with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where hang out
Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, f*** is up?
F*** you shootin’ for if you ain’t walkin up you f***in’ punk?
Pickin’ up the f***in’ pump
Pickin’ off you suckers, suck a d*** or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin’ from
AK’s, AR’s, “Aye y’all. Duck.”
That’s what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in ’94. F*** yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain’t no peace treaty, just pieces
BG’s up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV’s on top of IV’s
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you’re corporate, or they’ll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that s*** ain’t no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city
‘Man down
Where you from, n****?’
‘F*** who you know, where you from, my n****?’
‘Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?’
‘This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****’
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I’m in the street I hear
‘Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

I know there’s absolutely zero chance of this happening, but it would be awesome if white people would simply refuse to buy or support any of the work of artists who insist on using the n-word in their music, while simultaneously forbidding white people to recite the lyrics of their songs. I am sick of this ridiculous double standard.

Because how dumb are these rules? Do bi-racial people get to sing the lyrics as written? Do people who are 25% black get to sing the lyrics as written?

Enough. Kendrick Lamar can f*ck all the offs. OVER IT.