SHED TEARS - Killer Mike & EL-P

Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone I know the streets will shed tears for me When my story is over and my song is done I know the streets will shed tears for me The end All I get is mother fuckin' love in these streets To most of these tricks I'm a mother fuckin' treat What's beef? I ain't got no beef See all that bitchin'? It taste like chicken And all these chickens? They get plucked And nobody wants to see the volcano erupt I'm down with Daz 'cause everythang is Kurupt I'm celebrated every time I pull up You hella hated, every time you look up I'm elevated to rapper's deluxe They love me, dawg, 'cause I'm one of a kind This is God's plan, homie, it ain't mine See, this ain't about dyin', it's all about shinin' It's all about climbin' a hill of diamonds I know that you feel it, I know that you felt it 'Cause a nigga gon' live 'til a nigga can't help it When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When my story is over and my song is done (They love me, dawg) I know the streets will shed tears for me The end Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters All I got is mother fuckers tellin' me I'm the greatest All I got is those fly ass suits and gators Nobody servin' Cube but maids and waiters Nobody tryin' to take my life All these bitches tryna do is replace my wife But you hoes ain't cold enough to fuck with Ice Like Kim she'll run circles 'round you bitches twice Now, it might get funky but it won't get ugly Niggas might not like me but they still love me Niggas might talk shit, they whisper and huddle 'Cause they know my rebuttal might leave a puddle Now the streets is talkin' until they see me Walkin' up the block, then all the bullshit stop Anything I do, Don't take it personal 'cause when a Nigga gone, that shit ain't reversible When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When my story is over and my song is done (They love me, dawg) I know the streets will shed tears for me The end I'm the bastard that spit the acid Fuck a funeral home and a casket Fuck a funeral song and a procession Keep God on your dome and count your blessings Keep the hood in your heart but heaven on your mind Shake 'em up and roll seven every time Pick 'em up, yup, stick 'em up Every time you see me got a different color cup This ain't about dyin', it's all about livin' It's all about makin' everyday Thanksgivin' It's all about givin', about stayin' driven It ain't about you, it's about these children So when a nigga die, stop cryin' and ventin' Will somebody in here bump George Clinton? Will somebody in here hug my fam? Don't worry about me, you know where I am When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When my story is over and my song is done (They love me, dawg) I know the streets will shed tears for me

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