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Killer Mike
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That's Life II
'Hey, my name's Malik, and Killer Mike's my dad... If you don't like what he's saying, so what? That's life...'
That's Life (Frank Sinatra Sample)
Told ya last tape, I'm a killer, man... (that's what all the people say) I'm a rapper, what the fuck do I know? well, I'm also a nigga that came off Martin Luther King, man, son of a dope lady... and I went to fucking Morehouse, nigga
I accomplished something, I became something, nigga That's who I am to criticize any nigga... Oprah, Bill, Clinton, Cosby, anybody
me and my big fucking mouth
( split the cash on the track, let's do it, Killer)
The fat nigga singing 'show over' in opera Leader of the crack Rat Pack, I Sinatra They say I dissed Oprah, I'm like 'so what?' I never get to jump up and down on a sofa (that's life) Now watch me as I Cruise like Tom through the slums Where the education's poor and the children growing dumb In the section of the city where civilians don't come Where Mr. Cosby and Mrs. Winfrey won't come Unless it's a hurricane, then FEMA don't come Comin live from the city where the Dreamer came from Standing on the same corners that he stood upon I got violence in my waistband, death in my palm Ask em am I a bad guy? 'Ya goddamn right!' I done seen how ya do a nigga when he doing right
The Dream died on a balcony, standing at a hotel Now niggas whipping coke gel that I hope fail He desegregated - put black with the white No longer marching for rights - they sparking a pipe (that's life) Pipe dreams, crack fiends, cars look like ice cream Kids see the bling bling, and they want them nice things All cuz of tennis shoes, our kids drop out of schools They said be like Mike, so ball nigga (that's life)
Now, Help me understand something...if you really a leader and you really mean something to your people, ain't you supposed to be in the community with your people? Ain't you supposed to be there? Like the only people I see in the communities are rappers and ball players, where the fuck all y'all doctors? Where y'all bourgeoisie niggas at? All the kids got is us! Grind Time Rap Game...
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress I'd be having conversations with Cornel West Killer Mike don't give a damn if it's me ya ain't liking The last great debate I had was with Michael Eric Dyson Call me a dumb rapper? Girl stop, pardon me... You be hard pressed to find another rapper smart as me Maybe Jay-Z, Tupac, C-U-B-E Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But Oprah'd rather put Supahead on TV Now whatcha white audience gon' think about we? The same white audience that watch Bill O' Reilly I saw the smirk on they face when you came at Luda The same nice ladies that forgave Martha Stewart So I can be a crook, take money off the books, just as long as I'm liked by a rich man's wife?
OK, hold up. I can't rap about doing crime...but if I actually do crime, and do time, I can come back out and have a TV show, with an all white audience, if I rob shareholders of millions? (that's life) But if I rap about gettin some money on the block, it's a problem? Are you fucking retarded ? I'm not even gonna tell you how stupid you are right now cuz you should already know...Grind Time Rap Game (that's life)
Niecey had a man, not a mouse or a mole when the pressure come knockin, I ain't runnin in a hole George Bush don't like blacks? No shit, Sherlock! And his daddy CIA, and flooded the hood with rock And his momma said the women oughta feel at home gettin raped in the bathroom in the Superdome The comment Kanye made was damn near right But Bush hate poor people, be 'em black or white (that's life) Hell yeah, I said it! Cuz Oprah won't say it, If Bill won't say it, and they still won't say it If you really bout intelligence, you really know I'm right If you lookin for some leadership, look for Killer Mike (that's life) Lookin for a movement, it's Grind Time Rap Game Kids see us in the street and go bang bang bang They see me on the street and on the corners they hang Myspace Grind Time Online, join the gang
Ay man, all you adults out there, all you supposed 'grown people' Will you please stop lying to your people? Could we please have a moment of fucking honesty? You know, honesty, the shit that you ask your people to be with you, when you ask them are they having sex, or doing drugs? Could we please stop fucking lying? (that's life) Like you preachers out there, who spread the myth that young boys who slack they pants pick that shit up from prison to let niggas know they homosexual. You and your faggot twisted mind know that ain't true, you sick fuck, for even saying that shit. (that's life) We wear our fucking pants big because our mothers were too poor to buy our size, so they had to buy two or three sizes up. Call it what it is, nigga, poverty. It's fuckin poverty. You know, poverty, the opposite of the big fuckin cars and planes you drive, motherfucka. To y'all rich bourgeoisie niggas out there, stop ignoring your cousins in the ghetto, because they're there. Stop lookin down on 'em. Stop using crack addicts and Mexicans as cheap labor to build your fuckin houses, and then shittin on poor black people. (that's life) You pieces of shit. That's for you rich motherfuckers, black and white. In the meantime, us rappers, us lowly d-boys, and us motherfuckin athletes, will be here in the ghetto, servicing the mothafucking children. (that's life) We are the new Robin Hoods. We are the Pied Pipers. We will lead the kids into a better life than the mothafucking lies you doing. Kids! Grow up, be doctors! Be lawyers! Just don't be liars and connivers like the ones we got now. Young men, grow up, be clergymen, be preachers, just don't be a mothafucking greedy hog like most of the ones we got now. Grind Time Rap Game Bang Bang Bang. If you don't like what I'm saying...that's life.'
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