Underground
Mike and The Ravens Lyrics

I'm an
I am an example

I'm, I'm an
I am, I am an example

Rumor has it I'm an underground king
People say I am a king in the underground music scene

All I give a fuck about is money
I only care about making money

And when I got it, I don't give a fuck about it
And when I have money, I don't care about it

It's outlandish, I take for granted what God granted
I take for granted the blessings God has given me

My countertop granite, my house is outstanding
I have a luxurious house with a granite countertop

While I'm standing inside of it
While I am in my house

Feelin' inside out as I pop Xanax
Feeling emotionally numb as I take Xanax

Watching myself on TV
Seeing myself on television

In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
I had to follow the correct process to get my music played on television

I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
I don't wear flannel clothes, I wear Air Max sneakers with Atmos and camouflage designs

They call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
They call me the owner of a Mercedes-Benz car, and I added Lorenzo wheels on it

Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend zone her
Then I pick up a girl, have sex with her, and put her in the friend zone

Soon as I see her wake up, I be fuckin' her raw
As soon as she wakes up, I have unprotected sex with her

If she a B or an A cup, make her fuck in a bra
If she has small breasts, I make her have sex while wearing a bra

Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
Let's get things started, I have a lesbian woman hidden in my closet

I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in return for it
I'm sure she's enjoying herself, I write great verses in exchange for her services

A eulogy is borin', for you to be informed
A eulogy is boring, I'm letting you know

I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European coin
I am a difficult person to deal with and my group of friends changes frequently

Once the kill has begun, you realize
Once the destruction has started, you will understand

I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
I am the best, the most authentic is Pimp C, and the most genuine is Bun

I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun wrap
I am definitely the best at rapping about guns, wrapping them up

I put you on my recipe list
I add you to my list of enemies

I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run that
I put you on the spot without any help, like run that, run that

Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in general
I am from Detroit, I defeat people in general

I deploy niggas to generally destroy niggas' regimes
I send people to generally overthrow other people's systems

So rumor has it I'm an underground king
So people say I am a king in the underground music scene

From underground, a number one, I don't get it
From the underground music scene, I became a successful artist, but I don't understand it

I still be in Civics, it's one of my bitcHes', I grew witH the clip
I still drive Honda Civics, it's one of my preferred cars, I have grown accustomed to it

And I'm known for the stripping, unload 'til I end it
And I am known for my aggressive and intense rap style, I won't stop until I finish

Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more real tHan you tHink
Put ten bullets in a gun, have 10 million dollars in my bank account, I am more authentic than you think

Buy a bitcH some High Heels, a small purse and a sHank
Buy a woman high heels, a small purse, and a weapon

Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrough a sHape
Some moist towels, a short skirt to wear in a provocative manner

I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I brougHt tHe guns back
I am involved in the violent lifestyle, I rap about guns, I brought gun culture back

And sHowin' gang tats
And showing off my gang tattoos

And wHen I wrote tHis Had every H capped
And when I wrote this, I capitalize every 'H'

You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
You know the Hoover gang is serious, I provide bullets

And narcotics, the cops watcHin', still poppin'
And drugs, the police are watching, but I still consume them

A gang member, pitcHin' rock, every car on the block
A member of a gang, selling drugs, every car on the block knows me

No antennas, just a body, myself and my own Hitta
No external help, just me, my body, and my own loyal friend

I'm Top Dawg, you cat litter
I am the boss, and you are nothing compared to me

Denied a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
I was refused a million dollars via text message, but I am still authentic

From Heaven to the lowest of devils
From the highest to the lowest point in life

Spit every bar for the rebels
I rap every line for those who rebel against the system

My wardrobe to startin' trouble: orange rags
My clothing choices provoke trouble: wearing orange bandanas

Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt double
Wearing bucket hats, even being with my lookalike stunt double

My life is either jail or oxy in my cotton
My life consists of either being in jail or dealing with drug addiction

You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for the knockin'
You appear weak and vulnerable, so I will attack you

[?] 45, it's only 3 options
I have a .45 caliber gun, there are only three possible outcomes

I'm second to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
I am the best, I shoot until I win, my gun is bigger than Bun

Take more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
Cause more damage than just taking your breath away, shoot, shoot, shoot

Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
Turn into a funeral vehicle, behead someone, yawk yawk

Murder music, jump out of Buicks
My music promotes violence, I appear suddenly out of Buick cars

Nobody movin' or I squeeze on it
Nobody moves or I will shoot

Before I get a crown, I bleed on it
Before I achieve success or recognition, I will go through hardships

An underground king sippin' my lean
A king in the underground scene, drinking cough syrup with codeine

You know I double my profit because I triple my beam
I increase my profits because I distribute drugs threefold

You niggas stop with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
You guys should stop arguing and wasting time on irrelevant topics

Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron?
Isn't it clear to your eyes that I would go through a group of people for my success?

Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
Because I am as violent and ruthless as someone who kills religious people

On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and sadistic
During the Christmas season, we are sick and evil

I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, this shit was terror-terrific
I'm talking about twisted and horrifying events, it was terrifying and terrific

We killed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses
We killed the husband, children, dog, and wife

And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes
And forced the maid to do the chores, now she is dead and buried

Now that sucka rapper's dead, I assume my position
Now that weak rapper is dead, I take his place

In the place, a king, on the throne is where I'm sittin'
I am the king, sitting on the throne in my position

Yeah, the iron throne is mailed with the metal microphone
Yes, the symbolic throne is made of iron and represents my position in the music industry

Hey, let the rats and the mice know Killer Mike is home
Let everyone know that Killer Mike, the skilled rapper, is back

Cause Killer is iller than all the killas they know
Because I am better and more dangerous than any other killers they know

My past is good, I land a rock at my show
My past mistakes don't matter, I perform well on stage

Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla fosho
Before I end, I pay respect to J Dilla

Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour
I am a successful rapper representing underprivileged neighborhoods like Slum Village on a tour

Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal
I carry a gun with me in every ghetto I go

Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled
In case I need to bury someone after a violent altercation

Mama get rose petals
Mother receives flowers as a sign of love

That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter settled
That's it, it's over, no more talking, the issue is resolved

I got your bitch, I got some head, she got stilettos
I have your woman, she performed oral sex on me, and she is wearing high heels

Lyrically I'm literally a bad mothafucka
From a lyrical standpoint, I am truly an exceptional person

[?] my technique, and my swag a tad butler, mothafucka
I dominate with my skills and my swag is unique, motherfucker