Killer Mike, Scar - Untitled lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Killer Mike, Scar - Untitled lyrics]
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
Dear Lord, have mercy
On the ones that go through
Life like it's a game dear Lord
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
I ain't never gave a fuck
I never did and never will
Live my life on principle
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
Bible and a 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?
Dear Lord, have mercy
On the ones that go through
Life like it's a game dear Lord
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 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 me 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
Until that chariot come and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over
All these gutter songs i'm gone
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
Dear Lord, have mercy
On the ones that go through
Life like it's a game dear Lord
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
I ain't never gave a fuck
I never did and never will
Live my life on principle
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
Bible and a 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?
Dear Lord, have mercy
On the ones that go through
Life like it's a game dear Lord
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 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 me 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
Until that chariot come and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over
All these gutter songs i'm gone