Untitled Lyrics - R.a.p. Music - Killer Mike

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 sister say, it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit 

My grand mama said, nope, never, that it's sacrilege 

Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging 

The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did 

That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas 

It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama 

The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster 

The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint 

I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't 

Saying that He won't, when I know He will 

You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed for real 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

Dear Lord, have mercy on the ones 

That go through life like it's a game we love 

I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same 

'Cause people gonna lie, some people gonna steal 

You gotta be careful not to shit where you live 

Them people might try to have you killed 

Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield for real 

I ain't never gave a fuck, I never did and never will 

Live my life on press appeal, keep it true, keep it real 

Better said, I keep it trill and no matter 

Who don't like it, homie, that's just how it is 

Naked truth like the 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, something like my brethren 

Photos 

The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men 

You should pay some homage, it's an honor this 

This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates 

This is soul of black folks mixed with Donald Goines shit 

Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get 

This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali 

This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac 

In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky 

If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it 

You with me? 

Dear Lord, have mercy on the ones 

That go through life like it's a game we love 

I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same 

'Cause people gonna lie, some people gonna steal 

You gotta be careful not to shit where you live 

Them people might try to have you killed 

Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield for real 

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 you with rap 

So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap 

And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die 

I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times 

And to that chariot come and take a nigga home 

I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs 

I'm gone