Killer Mike – That's Life Lyrics

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The fat bitch singin' show over, end opera
Leader of the crack Rat Pack, I Sinatra
They say I dissed Oprah, I'm like so what
I never get to jump up and down on a sofa
Now watch me as I Cruise like Tom through the slums

Where the education's poor and the children growin' dumb
In the section of the city where saditty's don't come
Where Mr. Cosby and Ms. Winfrey won't come
Unless it's a hurricane, then FEMA don't come

Comin' live from the city where the Dreamer came from
Standin' on the same corners that he stood upon
I got violence in my waistband, death in my palm
Ask em am I a bad guy, ya goddamn right
I done seen how ya do a nigga when he doin' right
The Dream died on a balcony, standin' at a hotel
Now niggas whippin' coke gel and a O tale
We desegregated - put black with the white
No longer marchin' for rights, they sparkin' a pipe
Pipe dreams, crack fiends, cars look like ice cream
Kids see the bling bling and they want them nice things
All cause of tennis shoes our kids drop out of schools
They said be like Mike, so ball nigga

Now, Help me understand somethin'
If you really a leader and you really mean something to your people
Ain't you supposed to be in the community with your people
Ain't you supposed to be there
Like the only people I see in the communities are rappers and ball players
Where the fuck all y'all doctors, where y'all bourgeoisie niggas at
All the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game

Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn if it's me ya ain't likin'
The last great debate I had was with Michael Eric Dyson
Call me a dumb rapper, girl stop, pardon me
You be hard pressed to find another rapper smart as me
Maybe Jay-Z, 2Pac, C-U-B-E

But Oprah'd rather put Superhead on TV
Now whatcha white audience gon' think about we
The same white audience that watch Bill O' Reilly
I saw the smirk on they face when you came at Luda

The same nice ladies that forgave Martha Stewart
So I can be a crook, take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked by a rich man's wife


OK, hold up. I can't rap about doing crime
But if I actually do crime, and do time, I can come back out
And have a TV show, with an all white audience
If I rob shareholders of millions

But if I rap about gettin' some money on the block, it's a problem
Are you fucking retarded
I'm not even gonna tell you how stupid you are right now
Cause you should already know, Grind Time Rap Game

Niecey had a man, not a mouse or a mole
When the pressure come knockin, I ain't runnin in a hole

George Bush don't like blacks
No shit, Sherlock

And his daddy CIA had flooded the hood with rock
And his momma said the women oughta feel at home
Gettin' raped in the bathroom in the Superdome

The comment Kanye made was damn near right
But Bush hate poor people, be 'em black or white

Hell yeah, I said it, cause Oprah won't say it
And Bill won't say it, and they still won't say it
If you really bout intelligence, you really know I'm right
If you lookin' for some leadership, look for Killer Mike
Lookin' for a movement, it's Grind Time Rap Game
Kids see us in the street and go bang bang bang
They see me on the street and on the corners they hang
Myspace Grind Time Online, join the gang

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