Butane (Champion's Anthem) [feat. El-P]
Killer Mike"Butane (Champion's Anthem) [feat. El-P]" adalah lagu oleh Killer Mike, 2012, Pop. Durasi lagu 2:53, 93 lines / 505 words.
Lirik
0:00Butane - 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 b**ch
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 a** home
0:30An underground rap
0:31What I'm meant to be
0:33Then I will be the sh*t
0:34And you ain't sh*t 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 motherf**ker down down
0:59Life's a b**ch 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t on your kids
2:11Get a light get a grip
2:12Get a hold on my dick b**ch
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 f**k 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 b**ch 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 a** home An underground rap What I'm meant to be Then I will be the sh*t And you ain't sh*t 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 motherf**ker down down Life's a b**ch 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t on your kids Get a light get a grip Get a hold on my dick b**ch 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 f**k 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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