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

[Verse 1] 

You, you, you 

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, re-marry 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. 

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[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. 

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[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, Robert Beck, 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] 

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. 

[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 

And to that chariot come and take a nigga home 

I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs 

I'm gone