Killer Mike, El-P - Butane (Champion's Anthem) [feat. El-P]

[00:00.04] 1: Killer Mike]
[00:00.36] (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
[00:01.49] Looking for the truth, yeah it's me
[00:03.28] Everything Polo to the floor though, even at the grocery store though
[00:06.80] Picture perfect, take a photo, and take the pic you biting bitch
[00:09.59] And go and stitch a logo (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
[00:13.26] Hit you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
[00:15.94] With the Audi say that Quatro was a two door so a typo
[00:17.79] You can put on Killer Kill, Fat Boy, or just Michael
[00:21.39] Call me what you want but still never call me rival
[00:24.03] They will call you dead and I will call you gone
[00:27.60] The Lord, sweet Jesus, will be weeping calling your ass home
[00:29.46] If underground rap royalty is what I'm meant to be
[00:33.19] Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me
[00:35.87] We the ones, we the winners, we the champions
[00:39.49] Champagne at the end of our campaign
[00:42.14] Spit fire, naked truth like the blue flame
[00:44.80] Like the blue flame (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
[00:47.51] Let me see your hands up if you do the same
[00:51.29] Caught the plug and we bolt like Usain
[00:53.01] More money, more power, more butane
[00:56.62] Burn the motherfucker down, down
[00:59.30] Life's a bitch so I mack on her immaculate
[01:01.13] I don't wear no monkey watches, Rolex is too accurate
[01:03.85] My rhymes are actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction
[01:07.40] To the masses, this perfection is performed through many practices
[01:10.12] Like prostitutes on mattresses, this shit just come naturally
[01:12.92] Easy as Osama's bombers takin many casualties
[01:16.55] Like Columbine I'm down for mine I'm here to kill the faculty
[01:19.22] Killin them or killin me, this is my soliloquy
[01:22.86] Iller than the illest beat, I will spit the illest shit
[01:25.50] From right here to infinity, Till I reach the dirt
[01:27.39] I will search the earth endlessly looking for the illest, see
[01:30.95] Ain't nobody lyrically as ill as me, 'less Eazy-E
[01:33.68] Come back from A.I.D... S yes
[01:36.49] Get a beat from E-L-P, ghostwritten from my partner T.I.P
[01:39.15] Cube and me and we time travel back to 95
[01:42.74] Jumping in a 63 Impala playing Cuban Linx
[02:04.64] Yo Mike they fucked up putting us together man
[02:08.25] Yo, I'm a Grinch with a grin, I will shit on your kids
[02:10.94] Get a life, get a grip, get a hold on my dick, bitch, make a wish
[02:13.68] I'm a knife, I'm nothing-that's-nicer-than-getting-sliced-up
[02:17.24] The switch, the machete, the feti Yeti, the shyster
[02:19.92] Icer, getting-closer-to-Christ ya
[02:22.57] Might just find that the design of your life is an angel hair short of divine love
[02:25.22] I stink, I just stuck up a truck that said Brinks
[02:28.82] I'm a Sphinx, snorted so much that my nose just broke off, think
[02:31.64] I'm alone again, clutching a loaded Glock soaked in chromium
[02:34.36] Hoping that the thought police just don't bust in my home again
[02:37.07] Life is tough, you'll get snuffed in the buff
[02:39.79] So dystopian, ruff ruff, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt
[02:43.38] What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become
[02:45.12] Star-spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run
[02:48.72] Getting closer now, maybe our society's supposed to drown
[02:51.58] Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going down
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