Video Rap Music de Killer Mike 2024 Rap Lyrics

Killer Mike - Rap Music Lyrics

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
It's 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
It's that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton
I feel it in my bones
Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar, that Miss Nina Simone
That Sade, that Love is King, that Coltrane
that Love Supreme
That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew
that "beeyatch" 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

I got things to do, before I meet that 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