Butane (Champion's Anthem)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Looking for the truth, yeah it's me

Everything Polo to the floor though, even at the grocery store though

Picture perfect, take a photo, and take the pic you biting bitch

And sew and stitch a logo (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Hit you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes

With the Audi say that Quatro was a two door so a typo

You can put on Killer Kill, Fat Boy, or just Michael

Call me what you will but still never call me rival

They will call you dead and I will call you gone

The Lord, sweet Jesus, will be weeping calling your ass home

If underground rap royalty is what I’m meant to be

Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me - go

[Hook: Killer Mike]

We the ones, we the winners, we the champions

Champagne at the end of our campaign

Spit fire, naked truth like the blue flame

Like the blue flame (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Let me see your hands up if you do the same

Caught the plug and we bolt like Usain

More money, more power, more butane

Burn the motherfucker down, down

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

Life's a bitch so I mack on her immaculate

I don't wear no monkey watches, Rolex is too accurate

My rhymes are actually accurate, meaning I don't fiction in my diction

To the masses, this perfection is performed through many practices

Like prostitutes to mattresses, this shit just come naturally

Easy as Osama’s bombers takin many casualties

Like Columbine I’m down for mine I’m here to kill the faculty

Killin them or killin me, this is my soliloquy

Iller than the illest beat, I will spit the illest shit

From right here to infinity, Till I reach the dirt

I will search the earth endlessly looking for the illest, see

Ain’t nobody lyrically as ill as me, 'less Eazy-E

Come back from the A.I.D…S yes

Get a beat from E-L-P, ghostwritten from my partner T.I.P

Cube and me and we time travel back to '95

Jumping in a '63 Impala playing Cuban Linx

[Hook: Killer Mike & El-P]

We the ones, we the winners, we the champions

Champagne at the end of our campaign

Spit fire, naked truth like the blue flame

Like the blue flame (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Let me see your hands up if you do the same

Caught the plug and we bolt like Usain

More money, more power, more butane

Burn the motherfucker down, down

Yo Mike they fucked up putting us together man

[Verse 3: EL-P]

Yo, I'm a Grinch with a grin, I will shit on your kids

Get a life, get a grip, get a hold on my dick, bitch, make a wish

I'm a knife, I'm nothing-that's-nicer-than-getting-sliced-up

The switch, the machete to feti, Yeti to shyster

Icer, getting-closer-to-Christ, ya' might just

Find that the design of your life is an angel hair short of divine love

I stink, I just stuck up a truck that said Brinks

I'm a Sphinx, snorted so much that my nose just broke off, think

I’m alone again, clutching a loaded Glock soaked in chromium

Hoping that the thought police don't just bust in my home again

Life is tough, you'll get snuffed in the buff, so dystopian

Ruff ruff, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt

What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become

Star-spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run

Getting closer now, maybe our society's supposed to drown

Middle fingers up on the Titanic as it's going down

[Hook: Killer Mike]

We the ones, we the winners, we the champions

Champagne at the end of our campaign

Spit fire, naked truth like the blue flame

Like the blue flame (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Let me see your hands up if you do the same

Caught the plug and we bolt like Usain

More money, more power, more butane

Burn the motherfucker down, down