Killer Mike

Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick
Fuck that, next year, they more deader
And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better
Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness
Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit
Hard rock when you rock shit, back to the block freestyle pop lock shit
Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit
Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap
Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
This is no pain, and it's high octane
A bad brain, on Kobain
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man}
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter
But really does the subject really matter
Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter
Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off
And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics (?)
Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying
Make a record, and I'll be glad when
My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube
Fuck you Killer Mike! Yeah fuck you too
No this ain't yo mama's music