Butane (instrumental) Lyrics - R.a.p. Music - Killer Mike

[Featuring: El-P] 

[Killer Mike:] 

Looking for the truth, yeah it's me, 

Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the grocery store 

It's so perfect, take a photo 

And take the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you logo 

Bitch you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes 

With the Audi say the quatro was a [?] 

You can put on killer kill or fat boy or just Michael 

Call me what you want but still never call me rival 

They will call you dead and I will call you gone 

The loss with Jesus we be will be we'll be calling you home 

An underground rap [?] what I'm meant to be 

Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me 

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We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne 

At the end of our campaign 

Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Let me see your hands up if you do say 

[?] and we both like Husain 

More money, more problems, more butane 

Burn the motherfucker down, down, 

Life's a bitch so I'm mack on her immaculate 

I don't wear no market watches Rolexes to accurate 

My rhymes actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction 

To the masses this perfection is perform through many practices 

This like prostitutes to mattresses this shit just come naturally 

Easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties 

Like Columbine I'm down for mine [?] 

Killing them or killing me, this is my senility 

Iller than the iller then the illest be, I will spit this illest shit, from right here to infinity 

Till I reach the dirt, I will search the earth endlessly 

Looking for the [?] ain't nobody lyrically, as I'll as me 

As eazy e, come back from the A-I-D-S yes, get a beat from E-O-P, ghostwritten from my partner T-I-P cube 

Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban Linx 

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We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne 

At the end of our campaign 

Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Let me see your hands up if you do say 

[?] and we both like Husain 

More money, more problems, more butane 

Burn the motherfucker down, down, 

[El-P:] 

Yo, I'm a grinch with a grin, I will shit on your kids 

Get a light, get a grip, get a hold of my dick bitch 

Make a wish 

I'm the knife, I'm nothin' that's nicer than gettin' sliced up, the switch, the machete, the fetty, yeti, the sheister icer, gettin' closer to Christ, ya might just find a design to your life, the angel hair short of the divine love 

I stink, I just stunk up a truck with 12 bricks I'm a Sphinx, snort so much my nose just broke off, think 

I'm alone again clutching a loaded glock soaked in chromium hoping the thought police just don't bust in my home again 

Life is tough, you'll get snuffed on the buff so dystopian, rough, rough, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt, 

What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become 

Star spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run, getting closer now 

Maybe our society's supposed to drown 

Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going down 

We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne 

At the end of our campaign 

Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Let me see your hands up if you do say 

[?] and we both like Husain 

More money, more problems, more butane 

Burn the motherfucker down, down.