Butane (Champion's Anthem) [feat. El-P] (Explicit)
Killer Mike"Butane (Champion's Anthem) [feat. El-P] (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Killer Mike, 2012, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:53, 93 lines / 500 words.
Songtext
0:01Butane-Killer Mike
0:02Looking for the truth, yeah it's me
0:03Everything Polo to the floor though,
0:05even at the grocery store though
0:07Picture perfect, take a photo
0:08And take the pic you biting bitch
0:10and go and stitch a logo
0:11(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
0:13Hit you with the quatro,
0:14but my girl Mercedes
0:15With the Audi say that
0:16Quatro was a two door so a typo
0:18You can put on Killer Kill,
0:20Fat Boy, or just Michael
0:21Call me what you want
0:22but still never call me rival
0:24They will call you dead
0:26and I will call you gone
0:27The loss with jesus we be
0:28will be we'll be calling you ass home
0:30An underground rap ,
0:31what I'm meant to be
0:33Then I will be the shit
0:34and you ain't shit to me
0:36We won, we the winners with the champagne
0:39Champagne at the end of our campaign
0:42Spit fire, naked truth like the blue flame,
0:45like the blue flame
0:46Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
0:47Let me see your hands up if you
0:51Caught the plug and we bolt like Usain
0:54More money, more power, more butane
0:56Burn the motherfucker down, down
0:59Life's a bitch so I mack
1:00on her immaculate
1:01I don't wear no monkey watches
1:02Rolex is too accurate
1:04My rhymes are actually accurate
1:06Meaning I don't fiction
1:07in my diction to the masses
1:08Perfection is performed
1:10through many practices
1:11I prostitute the mattresses
1:13This shit just come naturally
1:14Easy as Osama's bombers
1:15takin many casualties
1:16Like Columbine I'm down
1:18for mine I'm here to kill the faculty
1:19Killin them or killin me
1:21This is my soliloquy
1:23Iller than the illest beat
1:24I will spit the illest shit from
1:25right here to infinity
1:26Till I reach the dirt
1:28I will search the earth endlessly
1:29looking for the Hennessy?
1:31Ain't nobody lyrically as ill as me,
1:33that's Eazy-E
1:34Come back from A.I.D…S yes
1:36Get a beat from E-L-P,
1:37ghostwritten for my partner T.I.P
1:39Cube and me Every time,
1:41travel back to 95,
1:42jumping in a 63 Impala,
1:44playing Cuban Linx
2:04Yo, I'm a Grinch with a grin,
2:10I will shit on your kids
2:11Get a light, get a grip,
2:12get a hold on my dick, bitch
2:13Make a wish
2:14I'm a knife, I'm nothing
2:15thats nicer then getting sliced up
2:17The switch, the machete,
2:18the fatty Yeti, the shite
2:20Getting closer to Christ yah
2:22Might just find your design of your life
2:24an angel head short of divine love
2:25I stink, I just stunk up a trunk to sell bricks
2:28I'm a Sphinx,
2:29so much that my nose just broke off... think
2:32I'm alone again clutching
2:33a loaded Glock soaked in chromium
2:34Hoping that the thought police
2:36just don't bust in my home again
2:38Life is tough, you get snuffed in
2:42What the fuck, this is not
2:44what my mother said I'll become
2:46Star-spangled wranglers
2:47got my hopes on the run
2:49Getting closer now
2:50Maybe our society supposed to drown
2:52Middle finger up on the
2:53Titanic as it's going down
Butane-Killer Mike Looking for the truth, yeah it's me Everything Polo to the floor though, even at the grocery store though Picture perfect, take a photo And take the pic you biting bitch and go and stitch a logo (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Hit you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes With the Audi say that Quatro was a two door so a typo You can put on Killer Kill, Fat Boy, or just Michael Call me what you want but still never call me rival They will call you dead and I will call you gone The loss with jesus we be will be we'll be calling you ass home An underground rap , what I'm meant to be Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me We won, we the winners with the champagne Champagne at the end of our campaign Spit fire, naked truth like the blue flame, like the blue flame Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Let me see your hands up if you Caught the plug and we bolt like Usain More money, more power, more butane Burn the motherfucker down, down Life's a bitch so I mack on her immaculate I don't wear no monkey watches Rolex is too accurate My rhymes are actually accurate Meaning I don't fiction in my diction to the masses Perfection is performed through many practices I prostitute the mattresses This shit just come naturally Easy as Osama's bombers takin many casualties Like Columbine I'm down for mine I'm here to kill the faculty Killin them or killin me This is my soliloquy Iller than the illest beat I will spit the illest shit from right here to infinity Till I reach the dirt I will search the earth endlessly looking for the Hennessy? Ain't nobody lyrically as ill as me, that's Eazy-E Come back from A.I.D…S yes Get a beat from E-L-P, ghostwritten for my partner T.I.P Cube and me Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban Linx Yo, I'm a Grinch with a grin, I will shit on your kids Get a light, get a grip, get a hold on my dick, bitch Make a wish I'm a knife, I'm nothing thats nicer then getting sliced up The switch, the machete, the fatty Yeti, the shite Getting closer to Christ yah Might just find your design of your life an angel head short of divine love I stink, I just stunk up a trunk to sell bricks I'm a Sphinx, so much that my nose just broke off... think I'm alone again clutching a loaded Glock soaked in chromium Hoping that the thought police just don't bust in my home again Life is tough, you get snuffed in What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become Star-spangled wranglers got my hopes on the run Getting closer now Maybe our society supposed to drown Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going down
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