Butane (Champion's Anthem) [feat. El-P] - Killer Mike & EL-P

Asi marde a malla Loki marde a glla Loki akad na chlde Mai madak nal challa Hle navi o bnai a Cuba ch mai kothi Dekhi sohniye chubare vicho paani Diya shalla Mai keha parh parh paarhte Pyara de pahade Gore meege desi kaale ni Crew de vich chaare Ah le khush hoke dina cash count na kri tu Kde gin k ni vaare Asi jithe note vaare Chote pindo ake cheeja bdiyaa te laate Sade khate ch tan haini saare arhiya te Tenu jattan da pta ehta arhiya pugaunde Asi 5-7 acre ta ghadiya te laate Agey garmi a biba tahi 26 inch pale V12 da engine dekh marda ubale Sunset te peevage ni tequila sunrise Khdi 40 ft yacht ni samundr vichale Kalle a kalle a ni Kuj pallea palle ni Sadi balle a balle a ni Vairi thalle a thalle ni Kde jorh k ni rkhe Asi bharey ni glle ni Hle ethe e a ni biba Asi challe a challe ni Asi marde a malla Loki marde a glla Loki akad na chlde Mai madak nal challa Hle navi o bnai a Cuba ch mai kothi Dekhi sohniye chubare vicho paani Diya shalla Kihnu kihdi support menu fikar ni koi Mera Rabb mere nal oda dekhn nu kalla Asi marde a malla Loki marde a glla Loki akad na chlde Mai madak nal challa Thonu kdr ki attea di dulle v ni hone Tu ki bujegi hlaat dekhe chulle v ni hone Menu zindgi ch kaafi bnde mile a kude ni Sanu yaad v ni hona te oh bhulle v ni hone Ni Tu hle v a ohi biba lehnge de dwaale Ni mai paune 3 lakh de tan Kurte swaale Kde kise na kri eve mitra ne maadi Asi Ghode tan pale a par chamche ni paale Fatte a chakke ni Vahde pakke a pakke ni Asi yakke a ykee ni Vairi thakke a thakke ni Das kehda bolu sangu Das kehda pani mangu Das kive pani langu Asi nakke a nakke Asi marde a malla Loki marde a glla Loki akad na chlde Mai madak nal challa Hle navi o bnai a Cuba ch mai kothi Dekhi sohniye chubare vicho paani Diya shalla Kihnu kihdi support menu fikar ni koi Mera Rabb mere nal oda dekhn nu kalla Asi marde a malla Loki marde a glla Loki akad na chlde Mai madak nal challa

And when he has tried me I shall come forth as pure gold Have you been tried in the fire? Have you been tried in the fire? Well, tell me Did you come through as pure gold? (Yes!) You kick it like the benefactor's benefactor (yes!) Well, truthfully, we know you never been a factor (yes!) Well, honestly, the truth is that you've been an actor (yes!) And now your actions got them boys 'bout to mass up (yes!) Lectures from the devil got you pipin' hot (yes!) Fuck this up, and you get screwed and chopped, no Michael Watts (yes!) When I was ten, I used to freestyle in the parking lot Now everything I used to rap about, I really got I went and got my digits up Your favorite nigga's midget, bruh You don't want no trouble, cuh The 25th, I got a meeting with the governor (for real) The shit I'm rappin' 'bout, I am not cappin' 'bout (for real) I used to trap from Faron down to Camelot (for real) I used to whip up coke in my granny's pot She asked my friends, was I sellin', they said, "Nope, he not" (it is) Them niggas lyin' to a prayin' woman The truth a heavy burden and it's weighin' on me (yes!) Red doggies caught me slippin', went to wailin' on me I went to callin' out to Jesus like a reverend, homie (yes!) Chalked it up to sin, took it on my chin (yes!) Gotta take some L's if you wanna win (yes!) They took a nigga bomb, but didn't take us in (yes!) I didn't even have no re-up I could re-up with (yes!) Had to rob another dealer just to re-up shit (yes!) Prayed to God that in his heart, he find forgiveness for me (yes!) It was nothin' personal, it was just business for me When I got on, I paid him back, and told him shit was ugly I'd rather ask forgiveness like a hundred times Than be askin' for permission in a begger's line 'Cause of who I be and check out who I tend to mine I got a partner who don't eat no pork at dinner time But let you act like you gon' ever hurt a inch of mine He have your woman hogtied up and that's by dinner time I keep my eyes on glory, tell the devil get behind Now bear in mind, the devil made me offers I declined We not aligned, not combined, I am not confined To any wicked system that these demons have designed (yes!) They flame of mine'll have you salty as a bacon rind I'm tryna mastermind how to help out human kind (yes!) I'm open mind, but I do not walk with none aligned (yes!) My state of mind is to keep a piece for peace of mind (yes!) I'm like Malcolm with my piece set of Venetian blinds (yes!) I'm tryna manifest some things of my subconscious mind (yes!) That I have only seen in dreams of my unconscious mind (yes!) My dreams are unrefined, swing them out of state of mind (yes!) That make you sing, "This lucky life of mine is predesigned" And if it is, then thank the Lord 'cause that's the mastermind This Lord, oh, yes, Lord Yes, Lord, yes, Lord (Lord)

I've never really had a religious experience, in a religious place Closest I've ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music Rap music is my religion. Amen What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet Hands gone clap and feet gone tap El-P beats to make that snap And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my naps And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony skin And the music in my heart, and the words put in the wind And the words put in the wind, coming back like a boomerang When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This that Robert Johnson That Muddy Waters That James Brown, Augusta, GA That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder That Mayfield, that Superfly That Willie Hutch and that Mack It's that blues man, that soul man That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac This that Jimi Hendrix That George Clinton I feel it in my bones Aretha Franklin That Shirley Caesar Miss Nina Simone That Sade, that Love is King That Coltrane, that Love Supreme That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew that "Beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit I got things to do, before I meet glory in the sky And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be five So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and by And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie That'll merit that he spare me, I won't have to feel that fire So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every song And each and every poem, until the good lord call me home, gone This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit

How come, with the thousands of black cops in America You ain't never picked up the paper, turned on the tv, or the news And seen white folk crying 'Cause this black cop shot my loved one in the back of the head 'Cause he thought the cellphone was a gun How come you don't see that? You think black cops is more spiritual? You think better qualified? Nah They got enough sense to know that white folks ain't going to tolerate it The only reason they do to us what they do, 'cause you tolerate it I'm not telling you don't chastise these young men But I ain't seeing you chastise the police Hahahahaha real bad guy shit Hahahaha living like a villain Never chillin', hahaha, heavy influence on your chillun' I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun Who told me that he looking for a nigga on the run I thought for a second and I screwed my face And asked the dirty pig "Why the f*ck you in my place?" He said "Chill or we kill, this is a warning" Then I told him "fuck you, Where is the warrant?" Then they got to punchin' and kickin' and macin' Then the Whole situation went Larry Davis Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby Thinking "these two motherfucking pigs going crazy" They wanna kill a nigga 'cause a nigga on this rap shit Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton I'm a Public Enemy because I'm Cold Lampin' And I don't give a f*ck about a party in The Hamptons And I don't give a f*ck about a motherf*ckin' Forbes List Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherfucking whores list Motherf*cker, my dad was a cop You don't think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one? Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-ass-bitch! Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner Shot him in the leg and he hit him in the arter(y) Now the dirty cop's looking at me Talking 'bout he kill a nigga if I try to flee Shit, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it All because the government hate rap music I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain So is Martin King, so the system had to kill him A nigga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him Educated villian attempt on living If I gotta kill a cop just to get out the building That m*therfucker didn't, left dead, no feelings Yelling "Fuck him" as I buck A 45 at his fillings Trying to knock his brains through the motherf*cking ceiling Hey bruh, hey bruh I'm in some trouble, 'kay? I gotta be gon for a minute Just call my old man It's real deep shit man, it's fucked up, I shot a cop When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure Like Jeriko One in the movie 'Strange Days' They want a nigga dead 'cause the things that I say Might make the youth go and pick up an AK Tell the government "Fuck you, no way" Like John Connor mama I be running everyday 'Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay All because a nigga won't sit in and obey I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave And die a free man before I live like a slave Nothing changes, if they catch me today "Fuck the police" is still all I gotta say

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours I got money, I got money I bought freedom, I bought freedom I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer He beat them cases, He beat them cases You should seen them dirty cracker racist faces And I walked outta court like Pac Sold my last brick and bought a storefront on the block, on the block Now I'm OG Niggas know me But I don't tolerate that conversate bout the ol' me Ain't no workin getting sold round here If ya high partner don't call my phone or come near Outta here with that that fuck shit get from round here Niggas like you and the feds usually come within a year I don't like you see I bought a few stores from my rivals Now that ol' money getting laundered up watch it cycle, watch it cycle Bought my uncle's company now I tow cars He made his first half a mil with red tow cars Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours 'Bout 14 I start selling nicks By 15 I got a felony By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean College Park that my stompin' ground Used to trap out the apartments Got my baggies and digi scale Bought a doll out the Starship Got my first slab outta Bouldercrest Got my second slab outta Bouldercrest Got my third slab off of Bouldercrest By my fourth slab I was paying rent Mama said I was responsible I was raised by Dr. Huxtable I ain't never been comfortable Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables God Bless all my enemies Got two buildings on Peters Street Three studios and a day care Crib in Florida don't stay there Just to show you where I came from This the land of the bass drum Grandmama was the Xan plug Strip club got a fan club, ya dig! Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours One time for the dope man dope man Just last went up all kid coke man Two time for the dope man dope man Let your mama bum where your ass at coke man Every Thanksgiving people get a turkey Cuz the government looking at 'em like they ain't worth it Politicians sending niggas off to prison While they actin like they reputation clean as the church We celebrate Pablo and Chapo, We don't really give a fuck about a cop though I'm a mover and a shaker I'm a real money maker And its known I used to sell cocaine I'm a player I'm a player and the player know the mayor And the mayor know I know some thangs When my cousin caught a case see the mayor was a counselor in college they whipped them thangs I ain't never had a plug named Julio But I'm a tell you right now its who ya know I ain't never had a flight down to Mexico But it took me 3 bricks to buy a CITGO And a CITGO and a CITGO Fat nigga went legit and got rich folks Did what I had to do to get paid Escape the game like a runaway slave Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours

I just need someone to help me stay awake Because evidently, Killer Mike has gone to sleep All the player haters who be talkin' that shit (DJ Paul) this for all the player haters (TWhy, you did it, you heard?) Who be talkin' that shit (no!) Niggas talk to me about that woke-ass shit (yeah) Same niggas walkin' on some broke-ass shit You see, your words ain't worth no money, I ain't spoke back, bitch All of you niggas hang together on some Brokeback shit Really, y'all niggas some hoes, on some ho-ass shit Look at me and take a picture, on some Kodak shit What you see is a G and you envy that shit I can see it in your eyes like an envious bitch I'm, I'm in rooms with politicians talking business and shit Hear you come with your opinion, ain't solicit that shit (DJ Paul) Lola hit up DJ Paul, went to Memphis and shit Pause, rest in peace to Lord Infamous, bitch I'm, I'm so underground, I move like Pimp C in this bitch I bob and weave and bust on beats like Bun B in this bitch I'm feeling like I'm Tony Draper, Ball and G in this bitch On fire like Hot Boy Juvi', 400 degrees in this bitch All that chatter that you chatter 'bout my matter just don't matter I don't, I don't forth and backer, I clack-clacka-rata-tata Could be blacker, could be cracker It's whatever, that's whenever Sprinkle salt, I spray pepper You play bad, I go evil I know folk, I know people I'm the shit, I go fecal You a leech, I'm a leader Humble down, we ain't equal Kill your master, slap your sifu I'm rich rollin', true blue regal I keep a stick, don't take shit And that .223 is lethal You just talk a lot of shit (DJ Paul, TWhy) But shit don't impress me (let's go) And-, and fuck a-, talk a lot of shit But shit don't impress me And-, and fuck a-, talk a lot of shit Black Boulé hate me I'm too cool, AC I don't give a fuck if weed gettin' legal If none of my niggas ain't free Ayy, I don't give a fuck who the president is If the president ain't for me You ain't never met a nigga like me I'm a bad nigga, I'm Stagger Lee I'm a Morehouse man, Spike Lee Dope man with a plan, Fat Steve I kill 'em, I'm Hosea Williams Unbought, unbossed, I'm chillin' Tryna get it out the mud off the muscle Tryna get it like the late Herman Russell I'm yearning like Alonzo Herndon (and-) I'm the new Q-Ball, I'm earning (and fuck a-, talk a lot of shit) First rule, you better understand You dealing with a real Black man If I said it, I meant it, I meant it like I said it 'Cause I said what I said, understand? So stay in your place, lil' man Commentin' on the TV channel I guarantee you never seen a nigga like me 'Cause they only make these in Atlanta And fuck a-, talk a lot of shit But shit don't impress me And-, and fuck a-, talk a lot of shit But shit don't impress me