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Complexion (A Zulu Love) Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar Feat. Rapsody

    Complexion (A Zulu Love) is a popular rap song by Kendrick Lamar featuring Rapsody from the 2015 album To Pimp a Butterfly. It Won Grammy Award for Best R&B Performance in 2016.. Check words to Complexion (A Zulu Love) song or Kendrick Lamar Complexion (A Zulu Love) Lyrics in English here.

    Complexion (A Zulu Love) Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar Feat. Rapsody

    [Produced by Thundercat & Sounwave; Additional production by Terrace Martin & Antydote]

    [Intro: Pete Rock]
    I’m with this

    [Chorus: Pete Rock]
    Complexion (Two-step)
    Complexion don’t mean a thing (It’s a Zulu love)
    Complexion (Two-step)
    It all feels the same (It’s a Zulu love)

    [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
    Uh, Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin’ sun
    Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
    Sneak (Dissin’)
    Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
    I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
    You know I’d go the distance, you know I’m ten toes down
    Even if master listenin’, cover your ears, he ’bout to mention

    [Chorus: Pete Rock]
    Complexion (Two-step)
    Complexion don’t mean a thing (It’s a Zulu love)
    Oh, Complexion (Two-step)
    It all feels the same (It’s a Zulu love)
    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    Dark as the midnight hour, or bright as the mornin’ sun
    Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can’t run
    Sneak (Dissin’)
    Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
    I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
    You know I’d go the distance, you know I’m ten toes down
    Even if master’s listenin’, I got the world’s attention
    So I’ma say somethin’ that’s vital and critical for survival
    Of mankind, a feline color should never rival
    Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
    By different shades of faces
    Then Whit’ told me, “A woman is woman, love the creation”
    It all came from God, then you was my confirmation
    I came to where you reside
    And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes
    Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with…

    [Chorus: Pete Rock]
    Complexion (Two-step)
    Complexion don’t mean a thing (It’s a Zulu love)
    Oh, Complexion (Two-step)
    It all feels the same (It’s a Zulu love)

    [Interlude: JaVonté & Kendrick Lamar]
    You like it, I love it
    You like it, I love it
    You like it, I love it
    You like it, I love it
    You like it, I love it
    You like it, I love it
    You like it, I love it
    You like it, I love it
    (Where the homegirl Rapsody at?
    I need you to speak your mind real quick, loved one!)
    [Verse 3: Rapsody]
    Let me talk my Stu Scott, ‘scuse me on my 2Pac
    Keep your head up, when did you stop loving thy
    Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
    That’s the real blues, baby, like you met Jay’s baby, uh
    You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey
    All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave
    12 years of age, thinkin’ my shade too dark
    I love myself, I no longer need Cupid
    Enforcin’ my dark side like a young George Lucas
    Light don’t mean you smart, bein’ dark don’t make you stupid
    And frame of mind for them bustas, ain’t talkin’ “Woo-hah!”
    Need a paradox for the pair of doc’s they tutored
    Like two Todd’s, L-L, you lose two times
    If you don’t see you beautiful in your complexion
    It ain’t complex to put it in context
    Find the air beneath the kite, that’s the context
    Yeah, baby, I’m conscious, ain’t no contest
    If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed
    Ain’t no stress, jiggaboos wanna be
    I ain’t talkin’ Jay, I ain’t talkin’ Bey
    I’m talkin’ days we got school watchin’ movie screens
    And spike your self-esteem
    The new James Bond gon’ be black as me
    Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
    And it’s all beautiful to me
    Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens
    We all on the same team, blues and pirus, know colors ain’t a thing
    [Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
    Barefoot babies with no cares
    Teenage gun toters that don’t play fair, should I get out the car?
    I don’t see Compton, I see something much worse
    The land of the landmines, the hell that’s on earth

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