Kendrick Lamar – Ignorance Is Bliss Lyrics

Ignorance Is Bliss

Kendrick Lamar

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"Ignorance Is Bliss." - Kendrick Lamar

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 03:58 am

Album: Overly Dedicated

Track No: 02

Lord, forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand, then jump back in that minivan
Double back to his block and blam, I ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back 'em down like Shaq with this black .223 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
Police radio signals saying that a 187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your momma, "Momma, he's dead"
The next morning, I toasted up with my homies
We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see, this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have accomplished, I don't know, I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumping on enemies, I'm headhunting
No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets, just get something
Protect your neck 'cause they coming for set respect, split your onion
Then chop your deck, your head tumbling like gymnastics
'Cause ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
This the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far
And I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all
We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, I'll dish off
Until that day, I pistol whip you posers till y'all pissed off
Then peel off in a hooptie, come back and make these **** wanna shoot me
And their bitches wanna salute me or seduce me
Indubitably, I'm too street, indubitably, I'ma do me better than your bitch would
'Cause you **** too weak, but just give me two weeks and I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading, I'm foreseeing you **** vanish
Not only from the rap game, I'm including the planet
Cats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic
Tie titanium around their neck and watch 'em panic
Give me respect, damn it, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently, you're a parrot, mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't share it, just make you cop it, then call you a sheriff
Stop it, I'm hearing the comments, the critics are calling me conscious
But truthfully, every shooter be calling me Compton
So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common
Proves that ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far
And I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all
This my world, I grab the universe, then play kickball
And they wonder why these California earthquakes hitting so hard
I'm SoCal, you so-called rappers need to go call
Ghostbusters 'cause you busters are Casper when I go off
I show up to show out and show off, you a hundred percent behind me
And if you are, then wreck your car, then walk up to my crime scene
I remember being seventeen, wishing someone would sign me
Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me
Backing down bargains, backing down bitches
We gon' flip her, once she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her
'Cause ignorance is bliss
And, Willie B, I'm a fool on your beats, I bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar.

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