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[Verse 1: Killer Mike]

I hope (I hope)

I hope with the highest of hopes

That I never have to go back to the trap

And my days of dealing with dope

So, I (I, I)

I only spit fire and dope

So later on, you can go quote

My lines to your people and folk

And they say, “Damn!” (Damn, damn)

That boy be spitting that pressure (Pressure)

And he be smoking that pressure (Pressure)

And he smart as a professor, yes sir

25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure

Sitting right next to, next to

Next to a book and a gun

Ballot or bullet, you better use one

One time for the freedom of speeches (Speeches)

Two time for the right to hold heaters (Heaters)

Just skip to the fifth if the cops in your house

Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus (Jesus)

Ask why 'cause the devil a lie (Lie)

So I stay holy and high (High)

May never get rich, but I never bitch

'Cause I made it here by and by

[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]

My, my, y'all, I coulda died, y'all

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all

Who am I, y'all? I coulda died, y'all

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all

[Verse 2: El-P]

RTJ!

You're gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you're in trouble

Aye, gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double

Aye, you muckin' with a G here, see? Talk to me

Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy

Pop the tape in, baby, we got shit we wrote for you, for you

Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do

Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews

Still in their wings'll be them darlings, hope they've broken you

Yeah, they better hope that

I'm a full force and a cold fact

See the cold floor where I licked dirt

When the dough dried and the pride died

Had a dumb max, had to shop right

Gimme two meals and the lights on

I'ma do right, get a new crew

Make a new life, never boo-hoo

Never lose sight, I'm a voodoo

With a burst heart from an old soul

Better stop, drop when the squad's hot, we don't stop a lot

We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot

I'm high, man, I'm a cosmonaut

Scream, "Fuck 'em!" 'til they lop our bloody noggins off

I promise y'all

[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]

My, my, y'all, I coulda died, y'all

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all

Who am I, y'all? I coulda died, y'all

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all

I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all

[Outro: El-P]

RTJ!

RTJ!

RTJ!

RTJ!