Killer Mike & El-P - Get It Lyrics
[Verse 1: El-P]Penny ante your bets upAny sanity left (nah)Any chance for humanity's landing on who's the next upHope we handed 'em ammo enough to work from the neck upThose who handling damage control don't wish us the best luckI'm a living in smoke typeFloating with a grin over the moat typeHarry Allen on you *****, I believe no hypeCloser to the edge than even we want to admitIf this don't go rightThen *****s like myself are proven so rightAll I got is this rap shitAll I want is a castleAnd to move like a man with a minimum of harassmentThe company of women with opinions and fat assesThat's my list of demandsYou don't answer them, get the Gatling[Verse 2: Killer Mike]I'm stuck in a time capsuleWhen rap was actually factualMeanest shit you spit might cause killers to come and clap at youStupid, goofy, stoolyThe gooch in Gucci will slap youAnd that go for the cop kissing cats that's in the back of youThey all sweet as Little Richard damnGood God al-MollyIt make a nigga like me go "Woo!" and rob the partyI exit stepping with my weapon with the Jefferson walkIf you expressing any objections you can get left in chalkSo my suggestion's let a G beForgive my transgressionsOr I'mma be in Catholic confessions professing depressionI'm chin checking, chill stressing, on your button I'm pressingMike'll ***** a rapper's life up like Mo'Nique did to Precious[Hook]You know I...Get it[Verse 3: El-P]My name is Jaime MelineI'm not chasing the green, I'm taking itBosses don't change a thing in the name of seemingly making itServants'll kiss the ring of whoever they think is paying 'emYou don't deserve the spit that they hurdled up in your face and shit[Verse 4: Killer Mike]My name is Michael RenderAnd we are the new AvengersWe're here to tell you all your false idols are just pretendersThey're corporation slaves indentured to all the lendersSo even if you got seven figures, you still a nigga[Verse 5: El-P]Some men aren't meant for the light to be shined on their shitty talkingYa'll better off trying to hide like the yay in a little pocketWe're overly *****ing awesomeThey watch and adopt our conceptsThey squawk at the Run the Jewels squadWe skin 'em then cop a coffin[Hook]
