Killer Mike Lyrics
Killer Mike Lyrics
"Akshon (Yeah!) (featuring Outkast) Lyrics"
I Don't Need Another Reason (Tommy Shane Steiner with Randy Travis) Lyrics
Hey man, what's goin' down Come on in, let me pour you a round There's nothin' up in this ole town What's new with you Oh well, I'm doin' just fine Any better, I'd probably die Just lettin' off a little steam tonight Should I make it the usual Oh, yes sir, make sure it's a strong one
[Intro - Andre 3000]
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[Verse One]
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burning a sac
Baby got back and its in Baby Phat
Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat<
I like the front but I'm loving the back
I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch
Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowing my brain
Ain't the the life?
Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
Ill wit a pill she handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
[Hook - Big Boi]
Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)
All in your trunk (yeah)
Grinding and hustling and getting
Swerving and token and grippin on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump
All in your trunk
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk
[Verse Two]
How we gon' stop (whooa)
How we gone quit (shitttt!)
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Ducking you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Santana Moss When catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar!
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!
Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
Later for now I'm hustling hits
Flipping my words like bricks, trick!
[Hook]
[Outro]
New, new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
That new-new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
Hey man, what's goin' down Come on in, let me pour you a round There's nothin' up in this ole town What's new with you Oh well, I'm doin' just fine Any better, I'd probably die Just lettin' off a little steam tonight Should I make it the usual Oh, yes sir, make sure it's a strong one
[Intro - Andre 3000]
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[Verse One]
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burning a sac
Baby got back and its in Baby Phat
Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat<
Empty Air Lyrics
Feeling shellshocked Barbedwire, I'm torn apart Warheads dead ends Parties only we attend The runaround, out of ground Your god damned sympathy Wears me down! I've spent my life Reaching out to empty air Slipping faster all the time But no one seems to care! Concrete br
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I'm hittin all kittens meowing like thatFeeling shellshocked Barbedwire, I'm torn apart Warheads dead ends Parties only we attend The runaround, out of ground Your god damned sympathy Wears me down! I've spent my life Reaching out to empty air Slipping faster all the time But no one seems to care! Concrete br
I like the front but I'm loving the back
I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch
Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowing my brain
Ain't the the life?
Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
Ill wit a pill she handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
[Hook - Big Boi]
Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)
All in your trunk (yeah)
Grinding and hustling and getting
Junkie's Prayer Lyrics
THE JUNKIE’S PRAYER (Written by Lew DeWitt) That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold This sickness inside me tears at my soul. And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to run. For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills Where joy is the
at mineTHE JUNKIE’S PRAYER (Written by Lew DeWitt) That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold This sickness inside me tears at my soul. And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to run. For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills Where joy is the
Swerving and token and grippin on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump
All in your trunk
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk
[Verse Two]
How we gon' stop (whooa)
How we gone quit (shitttt!)
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Ducking you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Silver Tongued Devil And I Lyrics
I took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer I sat me down by a tender young maiden whose eyes were as dark as her hair And as I was searchin' from bottle to bottle for somethin' unfoolish to say That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows and smilingly stole her away I s
uarterback status throw passes at chicksI took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer I sat me down by a tender young maiden whose eyes were as dark as her hair And as I was searchin' from bottle to bottle for somethin' unfoolish to say That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows and smilingly stole her away I s
Santana Moss When catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar!
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!
Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
Later for now I'm hustling hits
Flipping my words like bricks, trick!
[Hook]
[Outro]
New, new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
That new-new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!