Killer Mike - Don't Die lyrics

How comewith the thousands of black
Cops in Americayou ain't
Never picked up the paper, turned on the TV
Or the newsand seen white
Folk cryingbecause this
Black copshot my loved one in
The back of the headcause he thought
The cellphone was a gun
How come you don't see that?you think
Black cops ismore spiritual? You
Think better qualified? Nahthey got enough
Sense to know that white
Folks ain't going to tolerate itand
The only reason they do
To us what they do cause you tolerate it ok
I'm not telling you don't
Chastise these young men!
But I ain't see you chastise the police!

Ha ha haha Real bad guy shit
Hahaha Living like a villain
Never chilling heavy influence
On your chillun yeah!

I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun
Who told me that he looking for
A nigga on the run
I thought for a second and I screwed my face
And asked them dirty pigs
"Why the fuck you in my place?"
He said "Chill or we kill, this is a warning"
Then I told him "Fuck you
Where is the warrant?"
Then they got to punching
And kicking and macing
Then the whole situation went Larry Davis
Thinking ’bout my lady and
Thinking ’bout my baby
Thinking, "Is these motherfucking
Pigs going crazy"
They wanna kill a nigga ’cause a
Nigga on his rap shit
Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton
I’m a Public Enemy because I’m Cold Lampin’
And I don’t give a fuck about
A party in the Hamptons
And I don’t give a fuck
About a motherfuckin' Forbes list
Far as I’m concerned
That’s a motherfuckin' whores list

Motherfucker, my dad was a cop
You don’t think I know a dirty
Ass cop when I see one?
Shake down, take down
Disrespecting-the badge-ass-bitch!

Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom
Grab the cop’s gun left him
Leaking with a head wound second cop shot
But the bullet hit his partner
Shot him in the leg and he hit a main arter-y
Now the dirty cop’s looking at me
Talking ’bout he kill a nigga
If I try to flee shit, I’m about to lose it
So he gon’ have to prove it
All because the government hate rap music
I’ve been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain
So was Martin King
So the system had to kill him
A nigga with an attitude
The world gotta feel him
Educated villain, Intent on living
If I gotta kill a copper just
To make it out the building
That motherfucker gettin' left
Dead no feelings
Yelling "Fuck him" as I buck
A 45 at his fillings
Trying to knock his brains
Through the motherfucking ceiling

Hey bruh, hey bruh I'm in some trouble, OK
I gotta be gon for a minute
Just call my old man
It's real deep shit man, it's fucked up
I shot a cop

When I surface on the streets I
Can hear the crowd yelling
And see the neighborhood snitches
Pointing and telling
I’m bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur
Before the law leave me stinking
Like a bag of manure
Like Jeriko One in the movie ‘Strange Days’
They want a nigga dead ’cause
The things that I say
Might make the youth go and pick up an AK
Tell the government "Fuck you, no way"
Like John Connor mama I be running everyday
‘Cause if I get caught it’s
My life they terminate
Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay
All because a nigga won't submit and obey
I’ll be an outlaw before I ever behave
And die a free man before I live like a slave
Nothing changes, if they catch me today
"Fuck the police" is still all I gotta say