Killer Mike

Killer Mike - Dragon lyrics

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[heart beats]



[woman sings in background as the Intro begins]

[Intro]

Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom

Penny tried to hide in a bathroom, 

Homicide scream from the hand held dragon

Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy

Long as the black board, splatter with his inside

Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard

Billy didn't shake lord, he fell silent

Died in the pantomime of cold violence

His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think

Even when he heard the sirens kept firing

Pupils dilated, possessed and perspiring

He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos

AR-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes

He went out in a blaze of glory

He went out in a front page story

He went out in a front page story



[Hook x2]

My soul can't rest today

I can't bring myself to pray

I get down on my knees

Cause you will always be six feet under me



[Verse One]

Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see your cell phone tape, hear yourself

But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! [Gunshot]



Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again

Vodka spilling out my mouth onto my chin

I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless

Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit

They hearts is cold as the artic, these men motivate mobs to lynch

These monsters are men, who I hang with

These monsters of then are who I bang with

Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL we have created our own road to hell

We train to kill and not to feel, reacting with a mac

But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back

My niggaz dead and I can't get my fucking head around it

We was just smoking blunts of the best chronic

And now I'm wearing a t-shirt with his picture on it

Staggering about to vomit, consumed with vengeance

With my vengeance I'm all consumed, by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room

To whom ever this letter may concern

When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit

You took my nigga my heart split, its broken, shattered in a million pieces

Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, just help me Jesus, thug niggaz killers

They victims was screaming help me Jesus



[Hook x2]

My soul can't rest today

I can't bring myself to pray

I get down on my knees

Cause you will always be six feet under me



[woman sings until end of beat]

[heart monitor goes flat line]
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Language: English

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