Sing About Me, I’m Dying Of Thirst
If you had to play a single song for someone unaware of Kendrick Lamar Duckworth’s existence, this would be it. I’ve always been a sucker for how these first two verses close out, the first silenced by gunfire, the second fading into the instrumental to indicate a prostitute’s declining health and ultimate demise. Impossible not to be moved by these lyrics. Not sure if even Nas could've taken this record up a notch.