Kendrick Lamar & J. Cole Trade Beats on “Black Friday” 2015 [Official Audio Streams]

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Released: November 29th, 2015

J. Cole and Kendrick Lamar broke the internet on the most vicious shopping day of the year when they surprised fans by rapping over each other’s beats on a pair of singles, both titled “Black Friday” on SoundCloud.

Kendrick Lamar Raps Over “Tale of Two Citiez”

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Kendrick Lamar “Black Friday” Lyrics

They holla like Rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo

The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I’m animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y’all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you’re flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I’m laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I’m talking
Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from 1990 – somethin’
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My juvenile was wilder than the New Year
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You’re racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don’t sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest
Whoa
Burnin’ my leather-
(Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)

J. Cole Raps Over “Alright”

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J. Cole “Black Friday” Lyrics

Yeah
Ten toes to the ground
Yeah

Let’s get the proceedings proceeding this evening
No Promethazine I’m a king, no leaning
I got a better way to fight these demons
Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain? Blaow
Let’s get the proceedings proceeding this evening
No Promethazine I’m a king, no leaning
I got a better way to fight them demons
Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain?

If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga
Six head shots, I’ll erode a nigga
Pop another clip and I’m reloaded nigga
Ain’t no way around it, I’m the coldest nigga
Do a nigga dirty life’s a coal, my nigga
Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga
Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga
Flow hot, whip cold, I’m bipolar nigga
But I don’t like to talk about a Rover nigga
Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga
Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga
Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga
Don’t need a rollie on to know I’m getting older nigga
Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga
Couple hands out like I owe them niggas
Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga?
No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga

Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain?
(Right there let me get that there)
Fuck do you know ‘bout my dreams?
Nada
(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it
You heard about what happens when you talk about it
Niggas lookin’ at you funny when they start to doubt it
Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)
Rollercoaster ride
(Start to doubt it too)
How much do it cost?
(Start to doubt it)
If I take a ride, fuck around get lost
(Shoutout my nigga Ib)
Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?
(El Presidente and shit)
(He want me to talk my shit for y’all)
If I take a ride, fuck around get lost

Cole world you should stay off this dick
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out staples
A nigga getting cream like an old ass Laker
But I ain’t coming to talk about all that paper
That’s what they talk about when they ain’t got shit to say
Can’t understand why niggas never got shit to do
You know the saying, same shit nigga, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cause on the same day a nigga doing different shit
Spit different flows hit different chicks
Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips
Why I do a lot of shows? I’m the shit, that’s it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris
So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga
The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit
I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit
Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I’m that nice, woo
What’s the plan?
Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam
Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam
I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan
But instead they make a young nigga fund the man
Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn
I just cocked back nigga and my gun don’t jam
On a scale from one to ten I’m a hundred grand

It’s Cole fuckin’ world nigga
Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker
“When you and K. Dot shit dropping?”
Bitch never, they can’t handle two Black niggas this clever
But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop…

This hip hop trade-off features Kendrick spiting over the Vinylz-produced “Tale of Two Citiez” from J. Cole’s most recent album, 2014 Forest Hills Drive, while J. Cole borrows the “Alright” instrumental, produced by Pharrell Williams & Sounwave, from Kendrick’s To Pimp A Butterfly.

Kendrick’s flow in “Black Friday” is relentless as he makes reference to cultural figures like Adele, Donald Trump, and Kanye West. He goes as far as to label himself “Jimi Kendrix,” and alludes to his own genre-bending album To Pimp A Butterfly, before giving a shoutout to J. Cole and Dreamville Records president, Ibrahim “Ib” Hamad.

Conversely, J. Cole’s “Black Friday” explores some dark territory, addressing serious issues like suicide, ebola, and censorship. A couple years ago, Kendrick mentioned Cole on his infamous “Control” verse, paying respect to the East Coast rapper. The two have never appeared on a track together, but rumors are heating up that they’ll be doing something in 2016.

The singles were released through Kendrick’s and J. Cole’s labels, Top Dawg Entertainment and Dreamville, respectively, bearing only the description “Black Friday $ specials free of charge.” Despite the lack of explanation, the singles immediately went viral and now have nearly 6 million combined listens on SoundCloud in just 3 days. It’s worth noting that the cover art differs slightly on each label, as the artist’s name who is not signed by that label is crossed out.

For the latest music, news, and tour dates from Kendrick Lamar and J. Cole, check out their Zumic artist pages.

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  • bradbershad

    Kendrick Lamar with 5 star bars