If there is a way to rewire this flawless ascent into a compelling narrative, then Moore hasn’t found it. Even as he praises Lamar’s verbal precision, his own prose is hobbled by industry jargon and incoherent metaphors: how can hip-hop be “tethered to the flames of burning buildings”? One chapter is titled A Star Is Born, a cliche that doesn’t even function as an accurate allusion. Hyperbole runs riot. Having achieved “a rise that we’d never seen before, the likes of which we’d never see again”, Lamar is now “almost a mythical being or a supernova”. Giddy superlatives serve rappers better than biographers... So it goes. While Lamar never stops asking difficult questions, Moore asks too few. If you really want a better understanding of the rapper’s complexities, listen to Cole Cuchna’s excellent Dissect podcast or, better yet, Lamar’s own records. Because what do these soul-searching investigations into his past and present add up to if not an ongoing autobiography?