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Ghetto Gospel

Killer Mike

And I'm sitting on the edge of my bed holding my head Trying to make this cake like a baker And get some bread My mama said hustlin' does come with feds Time do the crime you better had be prepared For what comes with it the killing the court convictions Snorting, bitches, the snitches often they get acquitted While the real sent to prison, to rot away while they living And all because I say dope shit they on a mission To nail my black ass to the wall with a conviction I pray the Lawd hear me but really Lawd is ya listen'n Praying when I'm in trouble I'm speaking with forked tongue I say I'm out the game but I'm flinching like George Jung I must be in the clutches of Satan it's all warm My mama took you to the "root lady" to read my palm She puts beads on my neck saying they protecting me from harm But fuck this old witch, I went and got a gun Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord Looking at the bezel of my Breitling Thinking that I used to sell raps for enlightenment But I got lapped by them guys selling lies for the white man Now I sell pies for the white man And my tour bus is a moving indictment This must be how Huey felt when the revolution failed And in Oakland nigga turned him on to a sack of yayo You know this feeling false but it feels like yeah I may have lost my cause but not a reason to rebel Revolutionary or drug dealer I'm in jail And the C.O.'s call me nigga either way when I'm there Just like they did Pac Just like they do Mumia Just like they doing to Mutulu or Assata if they see her And ain't no justice if it's just us in court For my folk and my people free Hoover, free Fort The Lord never break us if we all on one accord You know it Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord Even as I'm standing here iceless Mike is priceless Women with me prettier than Isis Don't know if she black or a white chick But I know this p***y and excitement Gonna lead to indictments The women and the fame put shade on enlightenment I done seen dark days come to many bright men I done seen a damn dime fine As a fine wine take an Einstein mind Leave 'em deaf dumb blind Fuckin with them jezebel whores Liars of Delilah even marrying a Pandora Pretty parasite she will use ya, this ain't what you used to Stone cold bitch she Medusa Dope ass p***y might make you an abuser You an addict not in love, boy Don't get it confused, bruh She don't need a boyfriend she just need a booster She the devil's pie guy You was fucking Lucifer Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord --- Ghetto Gospel - Killer Mike

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JAIME MELINE, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER, Michael Render

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R.A.P. Music

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Williams Street Records

Release Date

May 15, 2012

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