R.A.P. Music

R.A.P. Music - Killer Mike

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 b******t

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 b******t

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 B**ches Brew

That "beeeyatch" 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 b******t

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 b******t

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 b******t

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 b******t

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 b******t

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 b******t