Mac Miller
Death Of The Emcee
[Intro]
Haha (Peter Parker)
Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today
To remember the life of, of many, uh (Whoo Kid)

[Verse]
What makes this world so cold?
People have to die before they even get old
Stories untold, hog with a ho
Tell the homies and the hoes to leave me alone 'cause I know
That all I gotta do is stay focused, stay dedicated
I'm tryna get a bank with a better statement
And this is for the people who said I'd never make it
And for the hoes who won't fuck me unless I'm famous
Mind educated by the world around it
Been elevated in the Himalaya mountains
So now I'm drinkin' from the fountain of life
They wonder, "Why this white boy stay soundin' so nice?"
Maybe 'cause I was meant to speak the truth to 'em
Over melody, I'm in the booth glued in
Pad and a pen and a glass of some gin
Me to music like this hat to a brim
Clean and simple, I can't be separated
You got a dream, but you scared and you yet to chase it
So you ain't goin' nowhere fast
Think you fresh 'cause your clothes got Polo tags
I'm on a journey, boy, I don't look back
Plus I'm fresher than a laundromat, now look at that
I can change the world on a Monday through a Friday
And turn around and get fly straight five days
Just gotta do this shit my way
You ain't a artist 'cause you got your own MySpace
Please don't waste my time
And if you got a lotta hobbies, don't say you grind
'Cause you way behind, I'm on my way to shine
In a hurry, ain't takin' my time
'Cause I've waited long enough, my time is now
All these bloggers online tryna define my style
Say, "He a stoner, he don't know shit
Ain't a struggle in his life he gotta cope with"
I'm just tellin' you what's in my mind
'Cause I'm finna be the best when I'm in my prime
Now they got The High Life playin' in rewind
Say I'm somethin' of a different kind, haha, I guess
Homework must've slipped my mind
Where the fuck you find a youngin who can spit like I?
My button down shirt equipped with a tie
'Cause, boy, I'm on the business side, haha, yeah
Young entrepreneur, no Diddy though
Who makes movies while y'all makin' home videos
I just wanna let my whole city know
That the young boy finna blow, uh
You either with me or against me
The death of the emcee