Davidson: An Assault on Civilization: The Grammys and the SuperBowl Half-Time

By Jeff Davidson,

Growing up in Hartford, Connecticut it was inconceivable that many decades later the foul-mouth rant, “Not Like Us” by Kendrick Lamar, would be selected as the Grammy song of the year. Worse, Mr. Lamar will be the halftime entertainment for the Super Bowl.

No Bottom in Sight

Pop culture in America is now repulsive, seemingly with no bottom. Mr. Lamar's Grammy-winning song, publically danced to by Taylor Swift at the Grammys, features the words nigga, 17 times; ass, nine times; fuck, six times; bitch, six times; ho (whore), three times; and pussy and shit, one time each. Amazingly, such lyrics are uttered in “Not Like Us,” on average, every ten seconds. The song is meant to be an attack on another rapper, alleging pedophilia.

Eight- and ten-year olds watch the Super Bowl. Even if that “Not Like Us” is not part of the halftime show, or if the lyrics are cleaned up, youth around the world still receive the message that such ‘artistic’ creations are acceptable. Only to the depraved; to everyone else, it is not.

Despicable Lyrics

For your perusal, if you can stomach them, here are the lyrics to verse one and verse two of “Not Like Us.”

Psst, I see dead people

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]

Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho

Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him

Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And Party at the party playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

[Verse 2]

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga

Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird niggas and burnt bitches, go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted

Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy

Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin'

Fuck a caption, want action, no accident

And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished

Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'

Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy

Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy

Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy

How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy

One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy

Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy

City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

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Jeff Davidson is "The Work-Life Balance Expert®" and the premier thought leader on work-life balance, effectiveness, integration, shift, blend, and harmony. Jeff speaks to organizations that seek to enhance their overall productivity by improving the effectiveness of their people. He is the author of Breathing Space, Perfect Timing, Simpler Living, Dial it Down, and Everyday Project Management. Visit BreathingSpace.com or call 919-932-1996 for more information on Jeff's keynote speeches and seminars.