Rap Is Dead

Big is dead, Pac is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike"} Rap is dead, rock is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared [Verse 1: Killer Mike] Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick Fuck that, next year, they more deader And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit Hard rock when you rock shit, back to the block freestyle pop lock shit Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell This is no pain, and it's high octane A bad brain, on Kobain Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"} Rap is dead, rock is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"} [Verse 2: Killer Mike] God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter But really does the subject really matter Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics (?) Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying Make a record, and I'll be glad when My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube "Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too No this ain't yo mama's music It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop Spit it, venom non-stop Big is dead, Pac is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"} Rap is dead, rock is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"} [Verse 3: Killer Mike] Knew it was a bad day when I woke up N.W.A.'s gone and Rage broke up Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've Rappers on top don't spit like they could've I pledge allegiance to the hard, core How I give it to you, hard, raw Ay, a beautiful site to be seen There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens Hangin' onto every word that we spit Ready to rip, rock, and tear shit Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+ Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin' Big is dead, Pac is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"} Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"} Rap is dead, Killer Mike