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conversations.value: Write me a song called Mortal Man with the following description: Inspired in part by a 2014 trip to South Africa, “Mortal Man” name-checks leaders from Nelson Mandela, to Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X and Moses.
  At the back-end of the song Kendrick interviews the last King of Hip-Hop, Tupac Shakur. The two West Coast MC’s discuss black culture, racism, fame and image. Kendrick realizes he’s the new voice in a long line of leaders. Like Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr. and Tupac Shakur, he understands that he has a limited time, and when speaking with Tupac he knows that he has to reach out to the teenagers and recruit them to change the world.
  The excerpts of 2Pac’s conversation with Kendrick were taken from a 1994 interview with the Swedish radio show P3 Soul, hosted by Mats Nileskär. You can listen to the interview in its entirety here.
  Kendrick also shared his connection to Tupac in an interview with MTV, where he revealed the album was originally titled Tu Pimp A Caterpillar – Tu.P.A.C. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: James Fauntleroy & 
  Kendrick Lamar
  ]
  Oh, oh, woah
  Uh, yeah
  Uh, yeah
  Uh
  Yeah, uh
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'
  Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
  And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question:
  [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  When shit hit the fan—
  (One two, one two, one two)
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'
  Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
  And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
  Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?
  Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
  Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
  If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
  If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
  Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?
  Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
  Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
  I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
  You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
  But a prophet ain't a prophet 'til they ask you this question:
  [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'
  Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
  And with that—
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?
  You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?
  You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?
  You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first? 
  Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
  Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
  Like, who got your best interest?
  Like, how much are you dependent?
  How clutch are the people that say they love you?
  And who pretending?
  How tough is your skin when they turn you in?
  Do you show forgiveness?
  What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?
  What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?
  What kind of bridge did they burn?
  Revenge on your mind when it's mentioned
  You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
  You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom
  You wanna be remembered that delivered the message
  That considered the blessing of everyone
  This your lesson for everyone, say; [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'
  Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
  And if you riding with me, nigga—
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
  I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
  That's not Nelson-like—want you to love me like Nelson
  I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is
  So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?
  Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?
  See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
  Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law
  Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
  Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls
  Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all
  It's respect—but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall
  How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?
  Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
  Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
  Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
  [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  That nigga gave us "Billie Jean," you say he touched those kids?
  When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling
  Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
  As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
  And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga
  [
  Spoken Outro:
   
  Kendrick Lamar & 
  2Pac
  ]
  "I remember you was conflicted
  Misusing your influence
  Sometimes I did the same
  Abusing my power, full of resentment
  Resentment that turned into a deep depression
  Found myself screaming in the hotel room
  I didn't wanna self destruct
  The evils of Lucy was all around me
  So I went running for answers
  Until I came home
  But that didn't stop survivor's guilt
  Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
  But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
  I was entering a new one
  A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
  Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
  The word was respect
  Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's
  Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man
  Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
  If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
  But I don't know, I'm no mortal man
  Maybe I'm just another nigga”
  Shit and that's all I wrote
  I was gonna call it "Another Nigga" but, it ain't really a poem
  I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to
  Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you
  I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-
  About a metaphor actually, uh, you spoke on the ground
  What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
  The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
  Right
  That's how I see it, my word is bond
  I see—and the ground is the symbol for the poor people
  Right
  The poor people is gonna open up this whole world
  And swallow up the rich people
  'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat
  And they gonna be so appetizing, you know what I'm saying Wealthy, appetizing
  The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry
  Right
  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like
  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be
  There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu-
  They might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying?
  Aight so let me ask you this then
  Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich
  Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?
  I see myself as a natural born hustler
  A true hustler in every sense of the word
  I took nothin', I took the opportunities
  I worked at the most menial and degrading job
  And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it
  I went from having somebody managing me
  To me hiring the person that works my management company
  I changed everything, I realized my destiny
  In a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying?
  I made myself a millionaire, I made millions for a lot of people
  Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?
  I made millions for the record companies
  I made millions for these movie companies
  Now I make millions for, for us
  And through your different avenues of success
  How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?
  By my faith in God,
   
  by my faith in the game
  And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
  Right
  You know what I'm saying?
  And it was happening to me for a reason
  You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit
  I was punching the right buttons and it was happening
  So it's no problem, you know
  I mean, it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know
  I'm finna go straight through
  Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that
  Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?
  Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been, uh Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance
  And not only me but, it goes down my family tree
  You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back
  Aight well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like
  "We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win
  And I wanna lay it all down"
  In this country, a black man only have like
  5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
  And that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong
  While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back
  'Cause once you turn 30 it's like
  They take the heart and soul out of a man
  Out of a black man, in this country
  And you don't wanna fight no more
  And if you don't believe me, you can look around
  You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old motherfuckers
  That's crazy, because me being one of your offsprings
  Of the legacy you left behind,
   
  I can truly tell you that
  There's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I wanted to ask you
  What you think is the future for me and my generation today?
  I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores
  And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed
  For real, I don't think America know that
  I think America think we was just playing
  And it's gonna be some more playing but
  It ain't gonna be no playing
  It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?
  It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this motherfucker
  You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen
  That's crazy, man, in my opinion
  Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations
  Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
  Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic
  And I don't know what type of energy I'ma push out
  Or where it comes from, trip me out sometimes
  Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'
  We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us
  Damn
  I wanted to read one last thing to you
  It's actually something a good friend had wrote
  Describing my world, it says:
  “The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it
  Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it
  In order to protect itself from this mad city
  While consuming its environment
  The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
  One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him
  But praises the butterfly
  The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness
  And the beauty within the caterpillar
  But having a harsh outlook on life
  The caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
  And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
  Already surrounded by this mad city
  The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
  Which institutionalizes him
  He can no longer see past his own thoughts
  He's trapped
  When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as
  Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
  The result?
  Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
  Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations
  That the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle
  Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different
  They are one and the same"
  What's your perspective on that?
  Pac? Pac? 
  Pac?!