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!

Killer Mike Untitled

[Verse 1:]

You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant

Smoking white rhino on terraces

Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?

Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?

Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?

My sister say it’s necessary on some Cleopatra shit

My grandmama said nope, never, that it’s sacrilege

Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging

The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did

That’s why I’m giving honor to all these baby mommas

It takes a woman’s womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama

The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster

The Lord’ll take a monster and fashion him a saint

I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can’t

Saying that He won’t, when I know He will

You usually don’t know it’s you until you getting killed

For real

[Hook: Scar]

Dear Lord, have mercy

On your once forgotten life like it’s a game

We love

I won’t be forced to shut up when I don’t feel the same

Cause people gonna lie

Some people gonna steal

You gotta be careful not to shit where you live

Them people might try to have you killed

Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield

For real

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

I ain’t never gave a fuck

I never did and never will

Live my life on press appeal

Keep it true, keep it real

Better said, I keep it trill

And no matter who don’t like it, homie

That’s just how it is

Naked truth like the stripper that’s in front of me

And I keep a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me

Why? Cause I’m country-bred

Actually, I’m south-er-ern

Something like my brethren

The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men

You should pay some homage, it’s an honor this

This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates

This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit

Better said rob a bet, esoteric I could get

This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali

This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac

In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky

If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it

You with me?

[Hook]

[Outro: Killer Mike]

I don’t trust the church or the government

Democrat, Republican

Pope or a bishop or them other men

And I believe God has sustained you with rap

So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap

And they can’t kill a G, I seen how I die

I’m only going once, a coward dies a thousand times

I’m a spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs

I’m gone

Killer Mike Re-Akshon Remix

[T.I. talking]

Aye, aye Bun who did this man?

So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B

So that’s the King of the South.. the Underground King..

the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song

Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain’t ready

We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!

[Hook]

I got them ‘bows on my ‘lac – swervin on these niggaz!

I got the hoe up in the back – bumpin niggaz figgaz!

I got the weed in my sack – smokin on that killa!

In the hood where I’m at – trappin with my niggaz!

I got the NEW NEW… (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa…)

NEW NEW… (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)

NEW NEW… (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)

NEW NEW… (Niggaz don’t wanna touch the Killa..)

[T.I.]

Man we been throwin raps for too long

Aye whatchu wanna do homes?

I’m finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born

T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B – scared whatchu better be

We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy

Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out

He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out

I’m the nigga they be askin what we gon’ do bout?

Mike told me “fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out”

Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22’s out

Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now

We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now

Can’t keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now

The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake

If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face

When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait

And we gon’ show them people what it really is in the A

[Hook]

[Killer Mike]

Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler

Grown folk trap, scramb-ler

Knee deep, means to get them G’s to my manager

My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin

I’ll drag ’em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga

I’m mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin

You gon’ off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me

I’m, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me

I’ll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP!

It’s woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO’ TRUNK!

My dad ain’t raise no fag, my mom ain’t had no punk

We don’t hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks

From the home of Coca-Cola, I’m not referrin to soda

I’ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine

Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine

Don’t be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son

This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun

[Hook]

[Bun B]

Bitch I’m coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk

Cuz I’d rather die like a man than survive like a punk

I’m no coward, I’m ‘dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered

devoured – it’s a shit-storm and you bout to get showered

From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris

I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris

Cuz there is, now way now how – I stay low-key, low-brow

In that black on black on black in the ‘lac cuz I’m so wild

I get, drunk off that, I’ll be high off this

I might pop one of those, it don’t matter my nigga – I don’t miss

They put me hot on list, where players are posted

But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted

And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on

The face for the game on – leave a stain on anything I puts my name on

Disrespect and the tech’ll peck a player like Woody

Cuz cain’t nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie

[Hook]

[Killer Mike talking]

All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run

The debate is now, who’s the greatest emcee?

T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun?

We are not doing this for fun – this is a bloodsport

Emcees are dying, mothers are crying

and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying

It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth

AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!

Killer Mike R.A.P. Music

[Intro:]

I’ve never really had a religious experience, in a religious place. Closest I’ve ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music. Rap music is my religion. Amen

[Verse 1:]

What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street

I ain’t got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet

Hands gone clap and feet gone tap, El-P beats to make that snap

And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my naps

And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony skin

And the music in my heart, and the words put in the wind

And the words put in the wind, coming back like a boomerang

When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing

[Hook: x2]

This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel

This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal

This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit

What my people need and the opposite of bullshit

[Verse 2:]

It’s that Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA

That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly

That Willie Hutch and that Mack, it’s that blues man, that soul man

That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac

It’s that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton, I feel it in my bones

Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar, that Miss Nina Simone

That Sade, that Love is King, that Coltrane, that Love Supreme

That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew, that “beeeyatch” said by Playboy Too

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]

I got things to do, before I meet that glory in the sky

And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be five

So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and by

And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify

And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie

That’ll merit that he spare me, I won’t have to feel that fire

So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every song

And each and every poem, until the good lord call me home, gone!

[Hook]

Killer Mike Bang!!!

Yeah, motherfucker I’m back from the dead

Driving like a bat out of hell in a red

Caprice classic, I spit acid

I don’t rap ringtones, I flow classics

I am dirty south hip-hop, what’s happening?

True shit talking, you ain’t into battling

You know I let the gun go like a gatling

Favorite fucking rappers I am embarrassing

God in the building, nigga, ain’t no comparison

I don’t need swagger, I’m just arrogant

Martin Luther King Drive made me this way

And I’ve been real G before Atlanta went gay

I’m down by law, what more can I say?

Got a new AK, a new Chevorlet

Now which fuck boy on the block wanna play?

I’m the best fucking rapper you will find in the A

Grind Time Rap Gang, they’re those guys

The truth and the whole truth, they don’t lie

They just do (do), do (do), they don’t try

And if anybody had a problem, they gonna ride

Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Sidekicks hate, they don’t wanna see me conquer

Fired my boss, I don’t need no sponsor

Truck jewelry got me looking tough like Tonka

Robber try to touch, lose his arm like in Rwanda

In the concrete jungle, you prey or a hunter

When you kill a nigga, they say his soul haunts ya

I’d rather sleep with a ghost than sleep with the fish

Be judged by twelve, than carried by six

Rapper, walk like a man, and ride a nigga dick

Forty-five got the king size jeans on sag

Don’t make me put another skull & cross on the flag

Grind Time Rap Gang rep that flag

Bang bang bang, the mack on your ass

Charging with the hemi going vroom vroom fast

Head full of smoke every packet got cash

No love for the haters you can kiss my ass

Grind Time Rap Gang, they’re those guys

The truth and the whole truth, they don’t lie

They just do (do), do (do), they don’t try

And if anybody had a problem, they gonna ride

Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Leader of the Grind Time get money Rap Gang

Dope-ass flows, lyrically, I’m cocaine

Dope dick for the bitches, dope lyrics for the dope mang

King Kong is the beast man, no cage, no chain

Top of the world, white girl in my left hand

Some monkey-ass niggas better hear me, clearly

Any mother fucker ain’t rappin’ payin’ dearly

I’m talking weekly, monthly, yearly

Until you punk motherfuckers learn to fear me

I’m on some G shit; I’ve got a G card

I hit a nigga head, leave his ass a retard

I have his momma saying “No, take me lord!”

Preacher in the pulpit, the choir sings

And on the first row a momma cries and leans

The young fella had to die, it’s a goddamn shame

But it’s Grind Time Rap Gang, bang bang bang

Grind Time Rap Gang, they’re those guys

The truth and the whole truth, they don’t lie

They just do (do), do (do), they don’t try

And if anybody had a problem, they gonna ride

Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang