Killer Mike American Dream Prelude

“The American dream had a price tag and only one man in a million was hungry enough to pay”

Hey man, you can save that morality for your minister

And you can save that speech for the sisters of the church

This is America, jack

This is all about corporate takeovers and money makeovers

Wealth matters and poverty doesn’t

We all say we love Martin Luther King, but we all wanna live like Don King, don’t we?

God bless America! God bless America!

Home of the Rockefellers, home of the Carnegies

Home of the end justifies the means, legitimized through larceny

“Fuck the king! Fuck your taxes!” is what they told their masters

Before they became our masters

So rebelling against power is natural

And being an outlaw is actually…

Killer Mike So Glorious

Man, my story is, so glorious

You know, I started off so notorious

I will die a legend like Notorious

My story is, so glorious

Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, shine!

My story is, so glorious

Fat fly boy, young Notorious

Notorious, for move makin’

I got a pistol for a pen, cook bacon

I’m a young G

I’m a E.V., educated villain

Who fuckin’ with me?

I’m a book reader

I’m a gang leader

Triple bang and salute when the gang see him

I’m in position that these other rappers envy

They major, broke, and I get rich indie

Yeah, I said I Get-Rich-IN-D

Trill definition of that G.R.I.N.D

God looked out, because my life changed

It weren’t for rap, I’d have a job of sell cocaine

They say I celebrate the pusher, that’s profane

I say to feed my babies y’all I’ll do anything

I’ll sell H, I’ll sell C

Because Malik and I are grown and Mikey gotta eat

And I refuse, cause I promised I would not lose

Until I’m gone, I’mma give these sucka’ niggas blues

Here come the blues, nigga!

Young Muddy Waters

In the club sweating hot with your smelly daughters

Young 8Ball, on my way to legendary

Even [?] will have to point and say, “That nigga’s very heavy!”

To son me, you gon’ have to get a Bun B

Because the Pimp C in me won’t let you pump me

Aye watch your mouth nigga

I’m from the South nigga

And you might smell my cologne at your house nigga

Money, money, money

Seems that’s all that I’m about, nigga

I got a bad queen

She want a lot of things

And she gon’ have it all

Tear down the mall

Good riddance to my ex-bitches, I holla y’all

I see you and your new nigga at my show

He love Pledge 2, he love song 4

I love the West side, I love Zone 4

Dixie Hills, Simpson Road that’s what I do it for

Martin Luther King, Bankhead and Ashby

But now it’s Lowery

That’s where the loud be

And everywhere I be that’s where the crowd be

But I’m a street nigga, partner don’t crowd me

And don’t push me, and don’t shush me

Cause I’m the opposite of whatever is pussy

Ass nigga, you ain’t talking cash nigga

Then it’s lost in translation

Get up out my face and

Go to the room where the sucka’ niggas sit

Sit around and talk some of that sucka nigga shit

The way y’all cackling [?] is like y’all sucking nigga’s dick

No homo promo, but y’all suckas acting like a bitch

I fell off and came up again, I am 50 Cent

I know you don’t love me

I’m black and I’m ugly

But I got money, so these fly bitches fuck me

And I got hits now, so you haters can’t duck me

My life has turned to magic, this is David Copperfield

The pretty women hug me and beg for me to cop a feel

Them crackas call a nigga they want me to cop a deal

But I don’t talk 360 unless we talking ’bout a mil

If they talking major money, we can talk and that’s what up

If they ain’t talking ’bout that then I remain indie as fuck

They say I’m underrated and they sorry for my loss

And I reply I’m sorry that y’all broke and got a boss

On Pledge 1 I told the world what I’m about to do

The blind couldn’t see it so I showed ’em Pledge 2

God In the Building had to help ’em gain focus

Pledge 3 is here, I give you the magnum opus

Killer Mike Black Power. White Powder.

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

[Killer Mike:]

I got money, I got money

I bought freedom, I bought freedom

I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers

I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer

He beat them cases, He beat them cases

You should seen them dirty cracker racist faces

And I walked outta court like Pac sold my last brick and bought a storefront on the block, on the block

Now I’m OG, Now I’m OG

Niggas know me, Niggas know me

But I don’t tolerate that conversate bout the ol’ me, bout the ol’ me

Ain’t no workin getting sold round here

If ya high partner don’t call my phone or come near

Outta here with that that fuck shit get from round here

Niggas like you and the feds usually come within a year

I don’t like you see I bought a few stores from my rivals

Now that ol’ money getting laundered up watch it cycle, watch it cycle

Bought my uncle’s company now I tow cars, now I tow cars

He made his first half a mil with red tow cars, with red tow cars

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

One time for the dope man dope man just last went up all kid coke man

Two time for the dope man dope man let your mama bum where your ass at coke man

Every Thanksgiving people get a turkey cause the government looking at ’em like they ain’t worth eh

Politicians sending niggas off to prison while they actin like they reputation clean as the church

We celebrate Pablo and Chapo, we don’t really give a fuck about a cop though

I’m a mover and a shaker I’m a real money maker and its known I used to sell cocaine

I’m a player I’m a player and the player know the mayor and the mayor know I know some thangs

When my cousin caught a case see the mayor was a counselor in college they whipped them thangs

I ain’t never had a plug named Julio, but I’m a tell you right now its who ya know

I ain’t never had a flight down to Mexico, but it took me 3 bricks to buy a CITGO

And a CITGO and a CITGO, fat nigga went legit and got rich folks

Did what I had to do to get paid, escape the game like a runaway slave

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

[2 Chainz:]

‘Bout 14 I start selling nicks

By 15 I got a felony

By 16 I got my driver’s license start using J’s car to pedal lean

College Park that my stompin’ ground

Used to trap out the apartments

Got my baggies and digi scale

Bought a doll out the Starship

Got my first slab outta Bouldercrest

Got my second slab outta Bouldercrest

Got my third slab Bouldercrest

By my fourth slab I was paying rent

Mama said I was responsible

I was raised by Dr. Huxtable

I ain’t never been comfortable

Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables

God Bless all my enemies

Got 2 buildings on Peters Street

3 studios and a day care

Crib in Florida don’t stay there

Just to show you where I came from

This the land of the bass drum

Grandmama was the Xan plug

Strip club got a fan club, ya dig!

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

Killer Mike Ghetto Gospel

And I’m seeking on the edge of my bed holding my head

Trying to make this cake like a baker

And get some bread

My mama said hustlin’ does come with fed

Time do the crime you better be prepared

For what comes with it the killing the court convictions

Snorting, bitches, the snitches often they get acquitted

While the real sent to prison, to rot away while they living

And all because I say dope shit they on a mission

To nail my black ass to the wall with a conviction

I pray the Lawd hear me but really Lawd is ya listen’n

Praying when I’m in trouble I’m speaking with forked tongue

I say I’m out the game but I’m flinching like George Jung

I must be in the clutches of Satan it’s all warm

My mama took you to the “root lady” to read my palm

She puts beads on my neck saying they protecting me from harm

But fuck this old witch, I went and got a gun

[Hook:]

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Looking at the bezel of my Breitling

Thinking that I used to sell raps for enlightenment

But I got lapped by them guys selling lies for the white man

Now I sell pies for the white man

And my tour bus is a moving indictment

This must be how Huey felt when the revolution failed

And in Oakland nigga turned him on to a sack of yayo

You know this feeling false but it feels like yeah

I may have lost my cause but not a reason to rebel

Revolutionary or drug dealer I’m in jail

And the C.O.’s call me nigga either way when I’m near

Just like they did Pac

Just like they do Mumia

Just like they doing to Mutulu or Assata if they see her

And ain’t no justice if it’s just us in court

For my folk and my people free Hoover free fort

The Lord never break us if we all on one accord

You know it

[Hook:]

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Even as I’m standing here iceless mike is priceless

Women with me prettier than Isis

Don’t know if she black or a white chick

But I know this pussy and excitement

Gonna lead to indictments

The women and the fame put shade on enlightenment

I don seen dark days come to many bright men

I done seen a damn dime fine

As a fine wine take an Einstein mind

Leave ’em deaf dumb blind

Fuckin with them jezebel whores

Liars of Delilah even marrying a Pandora

Pretty parasite she will use ya, this ain’t what you used to

Stone cold bitch she Medusa

Dope ass pussy might make you an abuser

You an addict not in love, boy

Don’t get it confused, bruh

She don’t need a boyfriend she just need a booster

She the devil’s pie guy

You was fucking Lucifer

[Hook:]

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Killer Mike I Woke Up This Morning

What’s hapnin’, sweetheart?

High as a muh fucker

I got some cool shit planned, baby, just pack ya bag

Just throw whatever. Really you’on even need to pack a bag

I’ma… I’ma take care of that when we get there

(High as a muh fucker)

Nah, we ain’t goin’ outta town

We just goin’ downtown

And then I might… be goin’ downtown

I woke up this mornin’

I woke up this morning’

I got high as a motherfucker

High as a muh fucker

I awoke to this woman

I awoke to this woman

She was fine as a motherfucker

Fine as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And got high as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And then we Fucked like a muh fucker

Hey baby, hey baby

Last night was real crazy

The Compound was shut down

The A-town was so at it

Niggas screamin’ at Alex

To get in, paid a stack

Up in the back with the twins it was cracked

Roll all my blunts fat

Like ya ass, like ya breast

Got damn, how many times I’ma look at ya breast?

I’m trippin’, Jermaine Dupree only come to ya breast

And I caught Beyoncé lookin’ like, “That bitch fresh!

Who she is? Where she from? She a stripper I bet”

But to the contrary, yo man hustles and gets

Which enables you to whip around in that ‘Vette

Which enable you to were such enormous baguettes

Which enrages them hater hoes and faggots

That wish they could trade places, them maggots

Ay, fifth of the trash

I got a fistful of ass

Reminiscing on this morning as the blunt gets passed I’m like

I woke up this mornin’

I woke up this morning’

I got high as a motherfucker

High as a muh fucker

I awoke to this woman

I awoke to this woman

She was fine as a motherfucker

Fine as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And got high as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And then we Fucked like a muh fucker

Hey cutie, hey cutie

Let me rub on yo booty

You can call anyway, we gone chill, make a movie

We can clean out the closet

Talk about a few topics

I’m gone admire ya brain, you gone give me some knowledge

A hot pepper in bed, and so sweet in the sheets

We in the intercontinental rental suite for a week

Got Room 420 buzzin’ like a bumbling bee

The size of ya ass and beauty just astonishing me

You a down ass chick, hey, what mo’ could you be?

You say, “Michael, do it to me like you punishing me”

Not a player, but I crush it like I’m Punisher, see

Fuck you to sleep

And wake you up with weed and something to eat

Okay

I woke up this mornin’

I woke up this morning’

I got high as a motherfucker

High as a muh fucker

I awoke to this woman

I awoke to this woman

She was fine as a motherfucker

Fine as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And got high as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And then we Fucked like a muh fucker

Sweet baby, sweet lady

Can you roll up a sweet

So we can reminisce on this, it’s been a hell of a week

You are my Louie bag lady when we in the streets

And Fendi freak-a-leek when we between the sheets

I blow you shotguns baby in ya nose and cheeks

And later on, like blunt smoke, you’ll be swallowing me

I be layin’ in ya hair

Lookin’ in ya stare

Facetime baby, if you need it, I’m there

Baby, I’ll do it

Till it leak fluid

And I’m a Superman, I make that pussy go “Yuuuuueee”

Window to the wall

Bae we did it all

You even had a friend to come and walk around in draws

Wouldn’t let me fuck her, told her “Nigga, hell nah”

Told me ya ain’t trust her when we made it to the mall

5 bands, goddamn girl, what you bout?

Aww fuck it, hit the room, make love, get high, AY!

I woke up this mornin’

I woke up this morning’

I got high as a motherfucker

High as a muh fucker

I awoke to this woman

I awoke to this woman

She was fine as a motherfucker

Fine as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And got high as a muh fucker

And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked

And then we Fucked like a muh fucker

Killer Mike Grandma’s House

This is a story of a boy

This is a story of a boy who became a man

This is a story of a man who endured a struggle

This is my story

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

I know how real it is ho

That’s why I make people feel the hook, man

Where would we be without our Grandmas?

A lot of our Grandma’s was our Mamas

Close your eyes and imagine the south

Little black boy at his Grandma’s house

Count stacks for a quarter of an ounce

Trying to get the brand new Jordans came out

Trying to get the candy paint Chevy up out

Bills paid shop say it cost three thou

It’ll be worth it when I hit the block

Haters gonna hate, but the women gon’ jock

Barely sixteen with a dope man dream

Since thirteen with a flea market ring

Me and my brother buying fake-ass gold

Trying to impress them fake-ass hoes

Y’all niggas know y’all seen it before

Up real late with your Grandma’s plate

Praying to God she don’t hear that scrape

Praying to God that she don’t wake

-If she catch me serving hard

It’s gon’ break my Nana’s heart

So I take them nicks

I cut ’em quick and hit the boulevard-

That yay and a K on MLK

Hail from the four but I’m known in the trey

Killer from the ‘Ville in a Chevrolet

Bumping ‘Pocket Full of Stones’ by UGK

That was my life circa nine trey

You should see the fat black boy today

Wear more Polo than Kanye

Marry me a big booty cutie like Jay

Hood boss, nigga, do shit my way

Fuck I care what a critic got to say?

Fuck they know about Atlanta though?

Fuck they was at in ’94?

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

Close your eyes and imagine the south

Couple new cars at my Grandma’s house

Everything I wear tailor-made or Ralph

Every woman on my team is stout

Every nigga on my team about

Getting to the money

Getting to the paper

Getting out the west side into Decatur

We pumped base like Cerwin Vegas

We rolled trees in a car I’m seeing Vega (?)

Nineteen the street king took trips to Vegas

Served 18 before I hopped that plane

Landed in Vegas and copped that Jane

Rented a Benz and switched that lane

My Cali bitch she broke that brain

Hit her from the back and bent that frame

My life dope -Straight Cocaine-

Hit the town my pockets fat

Seven hours later lost seven stacks

Left the dice alone did Black Jack

A few 21s brought the seven back

But luck is a lady we know that

And sometimes that ho hold back

When I needed her most that bitch got ghost

I lost them seven plus four back

-Staring at heaven like I lost eleven you should have seen your nigga’s faaace

The OG was with me and he dropped fifty we laugh about it to this daaay-

Told the young ‘un, “I knew you would grow to be a G in this game

Because the next day your wife came with thirty bands on a plane”

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

Close your eyes and imagine the south

Bentley GT at my Grandmama house

Ain’t worried about what the law talk about

Because I went legit, the game I’m out

Built my own company like Eazy-E

We Ruthless my nigga, the G to the T

-Grandmama told me to slow my roll

Stack my money pay child support

I smiled and said, “Look Mama, I know

But them women are still gon’ be at my throat.-

No matter what Mama they gon’ want some more

Mad they can’t have a nigga no more”

Disturbing my life, threatening my wife

One of them tried to stick me with a knife

Knocked her ass out and threatened to kill her

My Grandmama told me the devil was in her

She told me, “Young ‘un just stay away from her

Don’t talk to her brother, don’t talk to her Mama

Let her get her mind right really quick”

I kicked her ass out like 50 did

Huh… I’m still the shit

99 problems and not one bitch

Will ever take a young player off his grind

When I grab my dick, see my pinkie shine…

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

I don’t give a fuck I do a thou-wow then I’m up and down

To break that shit and weigh that shit distribute shit out Grandma’s house

Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat

Always been always be all my life, always dope

Killer Mike Follow Your Dreams

[Intro, spoken]

The world fears a person with a dream.

Because to have a dream gives you the ambition to wanna fulfill wanna that dream

And if you live your life fulling that dream, you’re gonna glow man.

Because there’s a magnificence in the moment that comes with fulfilling you dream that you can’t achieve being a part of someone else’s

[Hook]

Follow your dreams no matter what people may say.

They gonna talk they gonna front they gonna hate at the end of the day its between you and God cause you know what it takes

Follow my dreams and get right back down, two steps forward three steps back round.

They keep pulling, I’m pushing, I’m shoving, they showing no love – oh God I need you right now

[Verse 1]

You got famous your love came back up, that’s insane

The same as you must be to be in this game

In this game you suffer, hit strangers

Like Usain you bolt towards your dream

But haters speak disdain

Know my name and your name

But one thing’s for sure man

Success is a sickness and there ain’t no cure, man

Cure all is work hard and don’t take no tours off

And even on off days you came back like you’re off

The payoff is tenfold in dollars and euros

Pitfalls of vanity, pride, and your ego

Just let go and live up to your full potential

What they say is hearsay, it’s inconsequential

But naysayers say no, but they are so simple

That they judge appearances and can’t touch the mental

They are sheep, they follow shepherds of men

Or Malcolm, or Martin; I follow my plan

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Do it for family, but they don’t believe

That dreams that you have can even be achieved

Get ready young sailor, here’s rough on the seas

Can’t let no doubt or self-pity drown me

It’s design when you sign and the vultures appear

And if you should succeed, it gets worse by the year

But the worse curse is failure, it kills by the day

Watch your dreams and ambitions as they fade away

See, my curse is I’ll verse in these verses I verse

Will still be overlooked like a body in hearse

But this Lazarus rap and this is my rebirth

And no paper, just my dream on verse

The boot lady told me she dreamed I was cursed

Told her, if you can’t tell I returned to Earth

Returned to the dirt, returned to the essence

Cause no weapon formed that gives me a succession

[Hook]

[Outro, spoken]

I hope you’ve learned about the business of chasing your dreams out there.

I hope you’re chasing your dreams ’till you’re exhausted, ’till your feet hurt, ’till your bones ache,

and ’till you get it, you’re hoping that you won’t let it go.

I want this to be more than good music to you, I hope it’s inspiration for you.

Chad Butler told me a few years back, “fight for your dream, Michael, like a drowning man fightin’ for air.”

[Hook x2]

Killer Mike Home Of The Brave

[Big Boi]

Yeah

Its going all the way down

Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun

Just because your wearing a Braves’ jersey

doesn’t mean we on the same team you playin’ on bitch

Cool and Dre on the track, run it

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]

Since last heard I’m still Randy Moss

and I still catch a beat runnin’ when its tossed

and often light green kiss my ass to coffin

Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and

cut the bull then I’m seven duece Impala whore dance

Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends

hit Jamacia rollin’ papers turning up spotta benz

City corners I’ve been in a duece double O three Benz

I’m sittin’ on those dubs twins

I’m from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims

It’s where niggaz snap shot and they ain’t takin’ pictures mista

I’m well equipped to hit ya’, same birthday as Hitler

I’ll getcha

[Chorus: x2]

Hey we rep that A

A T L A N T A state of G A

G A G A home of the brave

home of the brave G A G A

home of the brave

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe

she work out fit like Taebo

Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones

shit wait I’m so old

Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo’s

Gettin’ blown in a limo, that’s my M.O.

Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple

I’ll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo

Southern fried that’s how I ride, creed on simple

Kill ’em all let God seperate good from evil

You faggots do it for glory

Y’alls just do it for my people

I’m grand national built beautiful and legal

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]

A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made

ain’t no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon

We livin’ artifacts where niggaz rip chickens

talk bricks, keep an artist strapped

Flame throwers got us hot in the spot

wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe

It’s like all hell, block cells

make bail and it’s back to these crooks and cakes jumpin’ at next cell

What you know about the way the whales

kiss it your body scaled

I’m ’bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail

then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin’ on twenty-ones

We produce many guns, we spittin’ at anyones

Disrespect (?) little bows

and I’ll cock and explode up

Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave

[Chorus]

[Killer Mike]

So slums, so sligh, nigga (i’m) straight ducked

you can ask my baby’s mother she’ll tell you niggaz shit

He the type to fuck a bitch

rob that bitch’s baby brother

[Slimm Calhoun]

And I’m the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers

(?) blessing from sin

New recrutes we in it again

rap so hard we flippin’ again

walkin’ dubs on the benz

[Killer Mike]

One, two, crack fiend

three on boys street jeans

Four full blown hit the scene

five like trap (?)

Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans

rub her right she’ll cream

Fuck her right moan and scream

killer kill out on (?)

[Slimm Calhoun]

Swervin’, servin’, bouncin’ the buttons

like 5 5 9 truck somethin’

Two glock nines round dumpin’

round my hip strap ain’t jumpin’

Keep my bitch dunkin’ somethin’

be outlawed bangin’ ’em down for bustin’

[Chorus repeat to fade]

Killer Mike God In The Building II

[Bridge]

God is still with me (He’s still with me) [x4]

[Verse 1]

It’s hot like Haiti down in Hades

The false prophet say the Lord has forsaken us black babies

To make it off a island in Mercedes

We going sell it white as Michelangelo’s Christ

Babies need rice, the baby need beans

To feed our babies beans we might have to flip a bean

I have sold my people dope yet provided them with hope

Sinner and saint, yeah, I did ‘em both

Yea I sold a brick on a basketball court

And bought the uniforms for the basketball coach

Can’t wash a way the blood so I put rings on my fingers

25 carats symbolize my redeemer

And my redeemer’s blood is capable of taking Chris Dudus

Making him a savior of others

My God will take a Sual, fashion him a Pual

So only God can judge me and to hell with all y’all

[Hook]

I lift my eyes upon the hills

From whence cometh my health

Only God can judge me

And nobody else

I beat these streets to make the Devil a lie

Marching at hell to the gangster’s eye

I can feel the fire still everywhere

If heaven got a ghetto I’m a make it there

[Bridge]

[Verse 2]

The critics ask why Michael never blowed

Well, truthfully I met the Devil at the crossroad

He offered me success in exchange for my soul

He stripped me of my riches, broke me down like Job

First he took my car, and then he took my house

But he couldn’t take the Lord’s name out a nigga mouth

So then he took my friends, and then he took my fame

And then he had my former friends dirty up my name

And while he was lying/lion I was Daniel in the den

Walking with an angel, a testament to men

I can walk on water, I defy the odds

The Devil give you fame, but he can’t defy my God

My God is amazing, I don’t need the Masons

I just need the junkies and the liars and the theives

I need the pimps, prostitues and pushers out the streets

That’s where I’m seeking God cuz that’s where he found me

That’s where I’m seeking God cuz that’s where he found me

Amen

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro]

They tried to tell me “Don’t make these kind of records

You’re never going to be who you’re suppossed to be”

The record that people are most connected to is (God in the Building 1)

So I give you (God in the Building 2)

I’m a keep doing what I am doing

I’m a keep building my testament

My empire, my legacy, my way

Because I know God moves through me

God is in me at all given times

So some of you all can shortcut, take whatever road you like to

I prefer the high road (high road)

Killer Mike Akshon

[Intro – Andre 3000]

Yeah! Killer keeps it honest

Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach

Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)

Enough to make a black ghost turn pale

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Verse One]

K-I-L-L

This is the name that came to alter the game

Not like these rappers who spit it the same

Separate lames from they chain

My mind don’t slack

I’m totally focused on beating up tracks

Monsterous music to beat in your ‘Lac

1000 watt amp with woofers in back

Lean to da left if you burning a sac

Baby got back and its in Baby Phat

Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat

I’m hittin all kittens meowing like that

I like the front but I’m loving the back

I like to bite and I’m hoping she scratch

Escalade dipping I’m holding the lane

Mama’s a scholar she blowing my brain

Ain’t the the life?

Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night

Lil mama’s a plumber she handling pipe

Ill wit a pill she handle it right

Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team

But the livest one

Cocked loaded bust like a gun

Y’all better run, one, one!

[Hook – Big Boi]

Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)

All in your trunk (yeah)

Grinding and hustling and getting at mine

Swerving and token and grippin on pine

Bump, bump, bump, bump

All in your trunk

Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers

Crawl in your bunk

[Verse Two]

How we gon’ stop (whooa)

How we gone quit (shitttt!)

Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy

I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)

Good wit the game, gutter fo’ show

Ducking you lames and obstacles

Don’t get that ass in a hospital

Wrapped in a cast from head to toe

This boy he real!

Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills

My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels

First round pick like Michael Vick

Quarterback status throw passes at chicks

Santana Moss When catching the ball

Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball

Perfectly tuned my engine don’t stall

And I’m equipped with nitros y’all

Ready to rip, burn, roar!

Ready to tear through your city and tour

Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!

Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!

Later for now I’m hustling hits

Flipping my words like bricks, trick!

[Hook]

[Outro]

New, new! That new-new!

New-new for you-you!

New-new for you-you!

That new-new! That new-new!

New-new for you-you!

New-new for you-you!