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Correct R.A.P. Music Lyrics
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Killer Mike
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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 bullshit 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 bullshit 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 Bitches 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 bullshit 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 bullshit 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 bullshit 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 bullshit
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