MAYNARD VIGNETTE (feat. T.I., JID & Jacquees) - Killer Mike & EL-P

What's good, yo, what's good? (Mike Mixer is in the building) You know I got a pimple on my, my chin I'ma bust that later (Trauma tone) But I just wanna let everybody know that I'm the king of R&B right now For this generation (No cap, no cap) I understand who done came and who done did that and that and that But now it's my turn Jacquees the king of R&B, I just heard him say it And I, I been feelin' like that ATL, let's get it, I'm the new king of R&B Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to all the kings before me, all the greats Felt like Tip Ridin' on 24s when my debut hit the stands (Uh-huh, skrrt) Used to be ridin' Mustang but I know that Lambo' was In the plan (I'ma get me a motherfuckin' Lambo', nigga) Nine years old Karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson Hand (Yeah, shout out my mama, for real) Singing, "I want you back 'cause my girl knowin' one day I'll be the man" (Uh-huh, yeah, c'mon) Grandma put me on my first flight Now I'm in the UK with American Bands (No cap, yeah, and I fly private) If you a big dawg, book me in your city I shut it down, you become the man (I done proved this shit already) You can count on me, I knew one day I'd get it (Yeah) Shuttin' shit down, now I'm the king of the city (No cap) Every day, a star is born (That's a fact) And if we talkin' kings, there's more than one (On God) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em 'Cause I'ma clap for 'em (Yeah) Clap, clap (Uh), clap (King), clap (Huh) Kill a nigga for the time that he looked at you I'll be there when you're throwing that, that too Put your ass in the air, I'ma kiss that, boo Your girl over there, I'ma hit that too Get Kama Sutra freaky sex Doggy style, missionary Bless the day I met you Can't go nowhere, ain't gon' let you, uh-uh Top off In convertible, that Birkin ain't no knockoff Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I'm a player Ain't no million, then we don't compare Like Nas said, it ain't hard for you to tell, yeah From the west side of Atlanta Change the street name, it don't matter I say Bankhead, I mean my hood Where I grew up, fuck that cracker No, I don't go to Stone Mountain 'cause that statue on the side A reminder of that time when we survived genocide, damn You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em 'Cause I'ma clap for 'em Clap, clap, clap, clap King shit, let's get it

I've been walled in for so long With just enough of the love I lost Watching from the sidelines Waiting for signs that it's alright 'Cause I will float through the night time And I get lost in the daylight But I can't follow to meet you You're far away out, out on the other side Images of you, wo-o-o-o-o-o-oah Images of you, wo-o-o-o-o-o-oah That I can't let go, o-o-o-o-o-oh Are you with me? Are you with me? I can feel your heart beating soft now Just telling me that I'll be fine When you're gone I will never know So tell me where the love goes 'Cause I will float through the night time And I get lost in the daylight But I can't follow to meet you You're far away out, out on the other side Images of you, wo-o-o-o-o-o-oah Images of you, wo-o-o-o-o-o-oah That I can't let go, o-o-o-o-o-oh Images of you, wo-o-o-o-o-o-oah That I can't let go, o-o-o-o-o-oh Do you...?

I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options I know you faded, boy I feel it wearing off Went to get Hen' and Coke I like the way you talk, yeah I couldn't give a fuck Giving him paranoia He just wanna smash on tour Fucking for the new velours I like it when you with me all night I can't imagine what you might try Yeah, you so full of surprises, guess you one of my vices You want a picket fence and a wife? You never change your mind when I cry Yeah, I see you flossing, you know it Dropping your jaw when the drawers hit the floor I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options You can count on me To never count on you I'm only down for you We pretty down, baby, well, I, I She wanna fuck a nigga like she love me She got a lover, but I might get lucky But you got me on a drain like a drunkie Looking at the junk in your trunk like a junkie We don't speak, just fuck a twice a week And if she like freaks, we must try a threesome Do it on the beach, in the sand, let me see some' Seashells on the shore, I'm a beach bum Finna eat some' when you come Baby, don't you wanna let me know? Laying on my bed like a vegetable Lied when you said, "Never let me go" Just like a pole, you professional Stand on your hand 'cause you flexible Now she tryna fuck me in the restroom or the parking lot At the restaurant, anywhere, everywhere, anytime, I I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options

We were low, we were high, Jekyll, Hyde I'll still stay by your side You know I tried, and tried And tried, and tried, and tried I was wrong, you was right, justified I was playing with fire What a divide, divide, divide, divide, divide Good God, these niggas is crazy Just fight the feeling, it's all we do Inside, it's killing me, baby Outside I'm cucumber cool We might just really be crazy He might just, she might just (Be crazy, be crazy, be crazy, be crazy) What if I told you (What if I told you) I miss the old you? (That I miss the old you, baby?) I used to hold you tight, a ride or die for life But I couldn't mold you (I couldn't mold you) 'Cause I didn't own you, baby ('Cause I didn't own you, baby) But I'm on my own too now, I've grown to know A lotta shit that I didn't before My heart in your grip, don't let my shit slip on the floor I followed your drip and finally you seen where you going I try to remember But then I remember that you got a temper And I got no filter So we're like a sandstorm When we get to blows Can we please take it easy? Let's just act like adults I'ma keep it cool now Although I know it's through now Good God, these niggas is crazy Just fight the feeling, it's all we do Inside, it's killing me, baby Outside I'm cucumber cool We might just really be crazy He might just, she might just Take a piece of my love We've been through enough stuff We probably need to go up and away Keep the peace, it's all love, won't need no spite Now we need to grow up and away Take a piece of my love We've been through enough stuff Probably need to grow up and away Baby, it's too crazy, it pains me lately

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

God don't like ugly, I ain't one to judge (judge) Whole, whole lot of gold Cubans weigh a ton (ton) Say I kept it solid when it's all said and done (said and done) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race for freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) Had to make it out the red clay, run, nigga, run (nigga run) The west side of Atlanta, yeah, that where I'm from (flatland) Outside, I was hands on like a glove (like Batman) Movin' like my nigga N.O.R.E., eatin' on the run (run) Still an underground king and that's word to Bun (Bun) Locked in like Rice Street without a bond (bond) I was playin' with the powder way beforе LeBron (LeBron) My wife was born a rеdhead, but now she a blonde Politicians lie and your favorite rapper is a con (con) Don't check for me without a check for me, that's a hund' (bluest) Only Ls I wear is followed by Vuitton (Louis) Get money and the power, teach 'em while they're young Hmm, blessed to make it out the slums, run, nigga, run (run) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put a brand new fluoresce on her wrist I bought that bitch a new Patek, plain Jane This a bigger boat, we ain't sinkin' the same This a PJ, we are not on the same plane (plane) Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, God, damn) Yellow diamonds like the sun (yeah) And I keep it one-on-one (yeah) Run (take off) Trappin' out, I'm mama's son Now a nigga on the run Now a nigga shootin' fun Ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh) I keep this shit on a tightrope On a PJ with no night clothes (night clothes) We just had fucked, why it's tight though? (Why?) Why is you tight? I signed the check like a typo (yeah) Rescue the trenches, all of the kiddies We gon' escape on a yacht boat We gainin' weight like Big Pun, run, nigga, run Installin' this shit in my son, run, nigga, run Green interior, lawn, run, nigga, run Dr. Martin boots when I come, run, nigga, run All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run, run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run, run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, run, nigga, run (run, run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run

I just think timin' is everything Like nigga, this it, this, this one right here That ain't easy Stay motivated, stay inspired I owe it to myself, stay down on it And it ain't been hard throughout the journey It's been a journey Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Hey-ayy-ah Hello, hello my niggas Hello and hello my niggas Please keep it mellow, my niggas I'm sippin' yellow, my nigga You itchin' and twitchin', and glitchin', my nigga Listen, my nigga (Shh) Snakes in your circle and them bitches hissin', my nigga My nigga don't listen One thing I hate 'bout my nigga So I just pray 'bout my nigga Nigga, it's hard Niggas done gave up on God Maybe God gave up on us Maybe She angry we worshippin' all these False idols so devils just prayin' on luck This for the junkie, the fiend and the loser Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser I pray that prison can cure your addiction And devil's affliction don't hurt you no more Needin' no reason, but I'll let you know I was so young when I stood at that store That I did not know that the money you paid me Was meant for your babies, and now they just poor It was just business, my nigga I am not vicious, my nigga I had no vision, my nigga I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga But no, know them crackers ain't love us, my nigga All of them crackers said fuck us, my nigga Mad 'cause they women in love with the god They fuck us and suck us, and love us, my nigga Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs Lookin' like I drive a truck Fuckin' my bitch Shit, better be rich She buy a new bag of weed Goddamnit, I don't understand it But if she's an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked Thick with an ass She is as bad as [?] Pretty as Coretta Scott All that I got She got the face of a model She got the heart of Asada She from the gutter, my nigga Wife and a mother, my nigga Winnin' together, my nigga Free Leonard Pelletier, my nigga, Obama Please free our mama, my nigga Asada, my nigga Peace to Mutulu, my nigga Heart of a Zulu, my nigga Free Larry Hoover, my nigga Free Jeff Fort, my nigga Fuck all the courts, my nigga Movin' like Malcolm and Martin, and King Lift every voice, this the song that I sing Born in the womb of a beautiful teen I am a beautiful, wonderful thing I am a king, my woman's a queen Master of hearts, say that we are the God I stand it hard like John Henrik Clarke Even of my days of whippin' it hard I'll tell the devil that black man is God Keepin' it player, just playin' my part Lean on my demon and post [?] Jewelry all gleamin' like Rakim Allah My Eric B. is my nine in the car You try to [?] me, get nine in your jaw Bless all the felons that handled it raw Fuck all the tellers that ran to the law (Hey) Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car My name is Michael, on down by law Won't You help us so hardly, Father? (Holy Father) Like I could show with the mother (I wish I was your mamma) Like nobody's gonna live forever, and neither have I Two shots for the city that raised me (Atlanta, Georgia) Thanks for the praise that you gave me (Something for ya) Because without it, nobody would've known that I was even alive I'm down This shit is so Atlanta Down by law