Rap Is Dead

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
fk rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
Too many still ride, Big and Pac's d*ck
fk 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
fk the f*g s**t, keep it Killer with the rap s**t
Hard rock when you rock s**t, back to the block freestyle pop lock s**t
Back to the basics with the fk a cop s**t
Rock p*ssies rap on some pop s**t, 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 d*mnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter
But really does the subject really matter
Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fkin' matter
Pass Cristal, p*ssed off, fkin' right I'm p*ssed off
And you a pistol, yo why the fk 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
"fk you Killer Mike!" Yeah fk you too
No this ain't yo mama's music
It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it
Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
Nightmares comin', crushing ya fkin' dreams, ultra-shock
Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
Spit it, venom non-stop
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"
Verse 3: Killer Mike
Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
N-W-A's gonna raise(?) broke up
d*mn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
I pledge allegiance to the hard, core
How I give it to you, hard, raw
Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens
Hangin' onto every word that we spit
Ready to rip, rock, and tear s**t
Self-pity's fkin' up my music man
Whine like a b*tch or stand and be a man
There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+
Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon
fk you and the bed yo b*tch slept in
Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardc*re is what I'm reppin'
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
scratched: "I run s**t, Killer Mike, I run s**t, Killer Mike"
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
scratched: "I run s**t, Killer Mike, I run s**t, Killer Mike"
Rap is dead, Killer Mike