The National Football League welcomes you to the Apple Music Super Bowl 59 halftime show [Part I: bodies] Salutations, it's your uncle, Sam And this is the great American game Reincarnated with love My Gemini twin back, power went up No more handshakes and hugs The energy only circulate through us Everybody must be judged But this time, God only favorin' us Twenty years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, predicate this time is- I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians too Carryin' various darts right now, I dessert this uh, like tiramisù We goin' body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse Really don't bother nobody, but they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room You would not get the picture if I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre Uh, would not have a soul, even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q Started with nothin' but government cheese, but now I can seize the government, too 'Member the food stamp color was tan and brown, but now the hunnid in blue 'Member I said I'm the greatest back when you debated the number one and number two? Top, it was always hilarious to me You carried 'em to me, I brung out the. Christ The revolution 'bout to be televised You picked the right time, but the wrong guy [Part II: squabble up] Someone better squabble up Reincarnated, I was stargazin' Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah) Woke up lookin' for the broccoli High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet When I hear music (what?), it makes me dance (ayy) You got the music (woo), now is your chance Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it It was woof tickets on sale till I silenced it Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics Uh, that's a (what?) in him, that's a lot of (what?) Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw Tell me why you boys rap if it's fictional? Tell me why you boys fed if it's criminal? Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop? Nah Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal Full Moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah) Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up) Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?) Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?) Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up No, no, no, no, no Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game? Then tighten up [Part III: HUMBLE.] Nobody pray for me It been that day for me Way (yeah, yeah) Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finessin' on 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this D'ussé with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then I break it down, you can call it Tetris AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk Eat up on your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a (uh) Be humble (hold up) Sit down (hold up, lil'— hold up, lil') Be humble (hold up) Sit down (hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil') Be humble (hold up, hold up, hold up) Sit down (hold up, lil'— hold up, lil') Be humble (hold up) Sit down (hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) Hol' on [Part IV: DNA.] I got, I got, I got, I got Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA Cocaine quarter piece, put the war and peace 'side my DNA (huh, huh, huh, Christ) Power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA That's hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon That's murder, conviction (ueah, oh, oh) Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (ueah, oh, oh) Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (ueah, oh, oh) I wish I was (ueah), hol' on [Part V: Euphoria] Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay Island right here's remote, okay Thinkin' about no reaper, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway And I might do a show a day, always a lame Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you? Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face? Man, I know y'all gon' see Ever since Prime want me, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bodied) [Part VI: man at the garden] I deserve it all Keep these bums away from me Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me, just wait and see More blood be spillin', it's just paint to me Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me? How annoying From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t—? [Part VII: peekaboo] (Give a helping hand) ah, see you brought your homeboys with you The old culture cheat code (to your fellow man) Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my—) Ayy, what? Look What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Peekaboo, I just put the boogers in my chain Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game Peekaboo, 7. 62s'll make 'em plank Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name Peekaboo, I put two foreigns on the 405 Peekaboo, that's cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live? Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chuck E. Cheese Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (woah) Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (woah, woah, woah) Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (woah, woah) Peekaboo Ladies (yes, Dot?) I wanna make a move (for sure) I wanna perform they favorite song But you know they love to sue What song? Yeah, that song (that song?) Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no) Know what, I'll slow it down Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh) Oh, you done lost your damn mind [Part VIII: luther] If this world were mine Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot This world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply This world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah So, in this world, concrete flowers grow Heartache, she only doin' what she know Weekends, get it poppin' on the low Better days comin' for sure If this world were If it was up to me I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything I just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine) It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow) Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everything goes (uh-huh) Come and put that on my soul [Part IX: All The Stars] Tell me what you gon' do to me Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword But you can't bring the truth to me Bump you and all your expectations I don't even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence, promises All in your conversation I hate those that feel entitled Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin'? I don't even like you Corrupt a man's heart with a gift That's how you find out who you dealin' with A small percentage who I'm buildin' with I want the credit if I'm losin' or I'm winnin' On my mama, Solána This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh) All the stars are closer All the stars are closer (uh) All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Yeah-eah That's what I'm talkin' about That's what America wants, nice and calm You're almost there Don't mess this— Ah [Part X: Not Like Us] Oh no It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor You really 'bout to do it? Forty acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music You really 'bout to do it? Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence Then get on it like that Ayy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like: Baow Mustard on the beat, bro Deebo any rap, uh, he a free throw Man down, call a amberlamps, tell him: Breathe Nail them boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez' What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton? Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton What? Beat your— and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho Pole, extort sh—, bully Death Row Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any— 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 Party at the party playin' with his nose now Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified— (Christ) (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'm on 'em tough (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a—? ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?) They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way, hol' on [Part XI: tv off] I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, Oklama, Mr. Morale This is GNX We come all the way from Compton, California to a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat) Let me hear you say Mustard They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta Turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Turn his TV off, turn his TV off Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings Nothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin' In the city where the flag be gettin' thrown, pass interference Padlock around the Crash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag Bone to pick like it was sea bass When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA., yellin' Mustard (oh, man) They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it Got my—, on the—, but some— gotta—, ha Turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Turn his TV off, turn his— The National Football League and Apple Music thank you for watching the Super Bowl 59 halftime show