[Verse 1:]
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You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
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Smoking white rhino on terraces
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Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
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Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
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Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?
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My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit
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My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege
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Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging
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The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
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That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
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It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama
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The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster
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The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint
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I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't
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Saying that He won't, when I know He will
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You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed
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For real
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[Hook: Scar]
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Dear Lord, have mercy
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On your once forgotten life like it's a game
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We love
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I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same
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Cause people gonna lie
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Some people gonna steal
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You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
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Them people might try to have you killed
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Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
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For real
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[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
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I ain't never gave a fuck
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I never did and never will
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Live my life on press appeal
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Keep it true, keep it real
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Better said, I keep it trill
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And no matter who don't like it, homie
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That's just how it is
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Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me
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And I keep a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
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Why? Cause I'm country-bred
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Actually, I'm south-er-ern
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Something like my brethren
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The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
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You should pay some homage, it's an honor this
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This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
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This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
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Better said rob a bet, esoteric I could get
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This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
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This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
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In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
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If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it
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You with me?
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Killer Mike]
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I don't trust the church or the government
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Democrat, Republican
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Pope or a bishop or them other men
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And I believe God has sustained you with rap
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So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
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And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die
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I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times
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I'm a spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
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I'm gone
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Untitled
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Killer Mike |