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Killer Mike

"Sea Legs"

[Verse 1: El-P]
Really fell out the lane with this sh*t
Man, print this sh*t: I'm a misfit
Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the district
Born to the next-gen system
Slow water drip to the temple to live in a prison
When the walls don't appear to your vision
One floor down from that mall's that prison
Where shower stalls'll get all y'all missin'
Pardon me, I got half-wit vision
But f*ck I know? I just crawled here, cap'n
Pass me the baton, the rest o' ya'll batten the hatches
In fact, better scram, I'm a bast*rd
On the lam in a hatchback blasting some rap sh*t
Trying not to slam into traffic
With my feet on the wheel and my hands
Through the moon roof laughing, let's crash this
See, the truth from the womb is a fool-proof plan
To be doomed while the damned do they dances
So I move through the room like an animal fooling a master
But I don't got love for the hand with the food
Matter fact, I am drooling at that sh*t
I don't only bite, but I'm rabid
Try to pet my f*cking head again
And I'mma put a tooth through the flesh
Of the palm that you jack with
This city just screams black magic
And the threat to my heart got traction
Maybe should've never started this path
Every time I get a chance to advance, it's backwards
No thanks to my very own actions
Get a couple good drinks in the kid
I can flip on a friend, take a drug, f*ck a chick that I shouldn't
Oh god, I am one of those mad men

[Chorus: Killer Mike & El-P]
Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say
Where this land begins and that water stops
I got sea legs
I got sea legs
I got sea legs

[Verse 2: Killer Mike & El-P]
Real sh*t, I came for the jewels
I'm the killer of kings and fools
I'm the reason the season for treason starts this evening
And this evening, the odds ain't even
People praying to the gods but the gods ain't even listening
Don't matter if you're Muslim, Hebrew, Christian
When death runs in the distance
There will be no 'mercy me's
There will be no reprieve for the thieves
There will be no respect for The Thrones
No master mastered these bones
Your idols all are my rivals, I rival all of your idols
I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all your idols
n*ggas will perish in Paris, n*ggas is nothing but parrots
I write for the writers that write for the liars
That impress you and your parents
Is this real or another dimension?
Am I trippin' here in the kitchen?
Am I a victim of my convictions?
I feel my sanity slippin'
And I think I like the freedom
Cannibal, animal, rappers I eat 'em
Even in Dubai, I smoke like it's legal
b*tch so exotic, she rode on a zebra
Made in America, home of the eagle
Home of the anger, home of the evil
Do what I do for the good of my people
Holding my lane, smoke jane in a Regal

[Chorus: El-P & Killer Mike]
Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say
Where this land begins and that water stops
I got sea legs
I got sea legs
I got sea legs
Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say
Where this land begins and that water stops
I got sea legs
I got sea legs
I got sea legs

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