[Killer Mike:]
I hope (I hope),
I hope with the highest of hopes
That I never have to go back to the trap and my days of dealing with dope.
So I (ah-I) ,
I only spit fire and dope,
So later on you can go quote
My lines to your people and folk.
And they say, “Damn!
That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure)!
And he be smoking that pressure (pressure),
And he smart as a professor!” (Yessir!)
Twenty five lighters on dresser,
Pound of that pressure,
Sittin right next to (next to),
Next to a book and a gun,
Ballot or bullet, you better use one.
One time for the freedom of speeches (speeches),
Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters),
Just skip to the fifth if the cops in the house.
Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus.
Ask why? Cuz the Devil a lie (lie),
So I stay holy and high (high),
May never get rich, but I never bitch cuz I made it here by and by.
[Hook:]
My my, y'all,
I coulda died, y'all!
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all,
I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all,
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all.
Who am I, y'all?
I coulda died, y'all!
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all,
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all,
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all.
[El-P:]
You're gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you're in trouble,
Gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double,
You're mackin' with a G here, see, talk to me
Or maybe listen to a man that barely dodged his own lobotomy,
Pop the tape in, baby, we got shit we wrote for you.
Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do
Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews,
Still in the wings'll be them darlin's, hope they've broken you.
(Yeah, they better hope that) I'm a full force and a cold fact:
See the cold floor where I licked dirt when the dough dried and the pride died,
Had a bud max, had to shop right.
Gimme two meals and the lights on,
I'm a do right,
Get a new crew,
Make a new life,
Never boo hoo,
Never lose sight,
I'm a true dude with a burst heart from an old soul.
Better stop, drop when the squads hot, we don't stop a lot,
We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot.
I'm high, man, I'm a cosmonaut,
Scream, "Fuck 'em!" till they lop our bloody noggins off I promise y'all.
[Hook:]
My my, y'all,
I coulda died, y'all!
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all,
I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all,
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all.
Who am I, y'all?
I coulda died, y'all!
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all,
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all,
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all.
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