Big is dead, Pac is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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{scratched: "I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike"}
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Rap is dead, rock is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
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Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
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Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick
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Fuck that, next year, they more deader
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And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better
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Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
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And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
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Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness
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Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit
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Hard rock when you rock shit, back to the block freestyle pop lock shit
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Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit
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Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap
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Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
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This is no pain, and it's high octane
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A bad brain, on Kobain
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Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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{scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"}
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Rap is dead, rock is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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{scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"}
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[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
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God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter
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But really does the subject really matter
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Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter
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Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off
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And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics (?)
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Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying
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Make a record, and I'll be glad when
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My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube
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"Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too
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No this ain't yo mama's music
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It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it
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Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
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Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock
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Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
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Spit it, venom non-stop
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Big is dead, Pac is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"}
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Rap is dead, rock is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"}
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[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
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Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
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N-W-A's gonna raise(?) broke up
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Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
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Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
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I pledge allegiance to the hard, core
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How I give it to you, hard, raw
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Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
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There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens
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Hangin' onto every word that we spit
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Ready to rip, rock, and tear shit
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Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man
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Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man
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There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+
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Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon
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Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in
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Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'
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Big is dead, Pac is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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{scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"}
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Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
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My music's dead, and y'all just scared
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{scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"}
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Rap is dead, Killer Mike
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Rap Is Dead
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| Killer Mike |
