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lirik lagu killer mike – untitled


(feat. scar)

[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 sh-t
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 sh-t 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 f-ck
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 sh-t
better said rob a bet, esoteric i could get
this is john gotti painting pictures like dali
this is basquiat with a p-ssion 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?


[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