Sermon lyrics

by

Killer Mike


[Verse 1: Bambu]
I can piece a rap together faster than the average
And every word together's like a sermon when I'm rapping
Soul Assassin from the land of prison fashion, got a shank too
And cops patrol the block to keep us safe, but no thank you
Me and all my people in a beat up, rusty Regal
Eyes red from the [?], bunch of rowdy Filipinos
Drinking beer like it was water, might partake in marijuana
But regardless we wake up and go to work like our poppas
Simple living with the fridges something cooking in the fryer
Pretty women get belligerent, they smoke and get higher
Freedom fighter where the fire gets put out before it start
Everybody claim a gang but not everyone got the heart
Pour a little liquor out for all our people gone away
Make a game like San Andreas feel like a slap in the face
Every drop of blood got traces of exhaust pipe smog
For all the way down in Watts to your favorite rap blog

[Hook: Bambu & girl]

This sh*t bang, huh?
I f*cks wit it x3
This sh*t bang, huh?
I f*cks wit it x3
This sh*t bang, huh?
I f*cks wit it x3
This sh*t bang, huh?
I f*cks wit it
Now rap already
[Verse 2: Bambu]
I hear 'em whisper, "Like that's Bam, he got a very bad temper
Spends his days raising the babies, making ghetto living better"
I always put the critical eyeball on the issues
And rap like every bar come with the recoil of a pistol
You little simple simpletons tripping off rap beef
And Chicago murder rates keep piling up every week
While children seeing prison over unjust laws
I hear so-and-so has beef and I'm thinking "f*ck y'all"
Pusha-T from Virginia Beach
Wayne from New Orleans
Both cities in a rut, which beef you think more important?
Make you pay for sh*t that you should definitely get for free
To preserve your basic needs they charge a nominal fee
I might charge for sixteens and fifteen for a show
But compensation for work is what I'm rallying for
Not like I make the kind of money that will compromise my principles
If I can organize while collecting my residuals
I'm good bruh

[Hook: Bambu & girl]
I f*cks wit it x3
This sh*t bang, huh?
I f*cks wit it x3
I know
This sh*t bang, huh?
I f*cks wit it x3
This sh*t bang, huh?
I f*cks wit it
Girl I told you, play that sh*t

[Outro: Girl]
Yo that's on some West Coast sh*t
f*cking LA all day
Click-clack click-clack blllah

We out Chuck. Shout out to all you motherf*ckers with a gun
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