Artist: Killer Mike f/ Scar
Album:  R.A.P. Music
Song:   Untitled
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Killer Mike]
You, you, 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, remarry it?
My sisters say it's necessary, on some Cleopatra shit
My grandmama said, "Nope, never, that is sacrilege"
I tend to agree because the thought is so disparagin
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That's why I'm givin honor to, all these baby mamas
It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dali Lama
The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord take a monster and fashion him a saint
I present you Malcolm X for those sayin that He cain't
Sayin that he won't, when I know He will
You usually don't know it's you until you gettin killed, f'real

[Chorus: Scar]
Dear Lord... have mercy
on the ones who go thru 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 gon' lie, some people gon' steal
You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
Dem people might try, to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield, f'real

[Killer Mike]
I ain't never gave a fuck, I never did and never will
Live my life on princi-ple: keep it true, keep it real
Better said I keep it trill and no matter who don't like it
Homie, dat just it how it is, naked truth 
like that 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 Southern
Somethin like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee-Lo, Goodie and some other men
You should pay some homages and honor this
This is not fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is the soul of black folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said Robert Beck, esoteric I can get
This is John Gotti paintin pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, tellin stories like Ricky
If a rapper wish to spar, please tell 'em bet a kidney, you wit me?

[Chorus]

[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 me wit rap
So I take a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they cain't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only goin once, a coward dies a thousand times
Until that chariot, come to take a nigga home
I'ma spit this ghetto gospel all over all these gutta songs, I'm gone!