Welcome to Dissect, Long Form Musical Analysis, Broken Into Short Digestible Episodes.

I'm your host Cole Kishna. Today we continue our serialized examination of Tepimpa Butterfly by Kendrick Lamar with part two of The Black or the Berry.

If you haven't heard part one, I strongly consider stopping the show now and listening to that episode first.

There we comb through the song's lyrics and laid out the dynamic contrast of Kendrick's double consciousness and conflicting feelings about his black identity. We heard out Trayvon Martin's tragic death sparked an internal frustration

and anxiety that expressed itself as an external assault on contemporary American society,

specifically White America. I'm the biggest nip of crick in 2015.

Once I finished this witness, this will conveyions what I mean.

They're feeling this way since I was 16.

Came to my senses.

You never like this anyway.

Fuck your friendship. I meant it. I'm African American. I'm African. I'm black as the moon.

Heritage of a small village part of my residence.

Came from the bottom of mankind. My hair is nappy, my dick is big. my nose is round and wide you hate me don't you

You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my coach you

You're fucking need for I want you to recognize that I'm a proud monkey

You vandalize my perception, but can't take style from it When the majority of the song works to expose the consequences of historic oppression of the matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers,

or tell Georgia State Marcus Garry got all the answers.

I try to celebrate February like this is my B day.

Or eat watermelon chicken and Koolay it on weekdays.

I jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements or watch BT because urban

support is important so why did I weep portray from Martin who was in the street when

gang banking make me kill a nigger blacker than me hip-hop-kripe In a now somewhat infamous line, Kendrick, so how can I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street,

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