k**er Mike - Untitled (Instrumental) lyrics

[Verse 1] You, you, you You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant Smoking white rhino on terraces Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist? Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it? Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it? My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra sh**, My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege. Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama. The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint. I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't Saying that He won't, when I know He will! You usually don't know it's you until you getting k**ed For real. [Hook: Scar] Dear Lord, have mercy! On your once forgotten life like it's a game, We love I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same, Cause people gonna lie, Some people gonna steal You gotta be careful not to sh** where you live. Them people might try to have you k**ed, Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield, For real. [Verse 2: k**er Mike] I ain't never gave a f** I never did and never will Live my life on press appeal Keep it true, keep it real Better said, I keep it trill And no matter who don't like it, homie That's just how it is Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me And I keep a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me Why? Cause I'm country-bred Actually, I'm south-er-ern Something like my brethren The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men You should pay some homage, it's an honor this This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines sh** Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali This is Basquiat with a pa**ion like Pac In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it You with me? [Hook] Dear Lord, have mercy! On your once forgotten life like it's a game, We love I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same, Cause people gonna lie, Some people gonna steal You gotta be careful not to sh** where you live. Them people might try to have you k**ed, Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield, For real.