Underground
Mr. Mike Lyrics

I'm an
I am

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

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

All I give a fuck about is money
Money is the only thing I care about

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

It's outlandish, I take for granted what God granted
I don't appreciate the blessings that God has given me

My countertop granite, my house is outstanding
I have luxurious things, like a granite countertop and an amazing house

While I'm standing inside of it
I'm feeling empty and hollow even though I have everything

Feelin' inside out as I pop Xanax
I feel emotionally empty and rely on drugs like Xanax to numb myself

Watching myself on TV
Watching my own success and fame on television

In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
I had to work my way up and follow the right steps to achieve success

I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
I don't dress in ordinary clothes, I wear expensive sneakers and camouflage

They call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
I own a Mercedes-Benz and I added expensive rims to it

Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend zone her
I casually hook up with girls and then ignore them afterward

Soon as I see her wake up, I be fuckin' her raw
I have sex with her without using protection as soon as she wakes up

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

Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
Let's have a threesome, there's a lesbian hiding in my closet

I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in return for it
She's definitely enjoying it, and I rap really well in exchange for her company

A eulogy is borin', for you to be informed
A funeral speech is boring, but I want to let you know

I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European coin
I'm difficult to handle and the people I associate with change frequently

Once the kill has begun, you realize
Once I start attacking, you'll understand

I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm the best and most talented, but Pimp C and Bun B are also highly respected

I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun wrap
I excel at rapping about guns and violence

I put you on my recipe list
You're now on the list of people I plan to target

I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run that
I make you run on a treadmill without any extra help, like running for your life

Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in general
I'm from Detroit and I'm known for defeating enemies in general

I deploy niggas to generally destroy niggas' regimes
I send out people to overthrow and destroy the control of others

So rumor has it I'm an underground king
The rumor is true, I am a highly respected figure in the underground music scene

From underground, a number one, I don't get it
I'm confused about how I, someone from the underground scene, became well-known and successful

I still be in Civics, it's one of my bitcHes', I grew witH the clip
I still drive in regular cars (Honda Civics) because I'm humble, and I've been involved in this lifestyle since I was young

And I'm known for the stripping, unload 'til I end it
I'm known for taking off clothes and unloading (firing a gun) until I finish

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

Buy a bitcH some High Heels, a small purse and a sHank
I spend money buying women high-heeled shoes, small purses, and a weapon

Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrough a sHape
I provide women with wet wipes, a skirt to wear, and an experience that pleases them

I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I brougHt tHe guns back
I rap about guns and bring back the popularity of gun-related lyrics

And sHowin' gang tats
I proudly display my gang tattoos

And wHen I wrote tHis Had every H capped
When I wrote this, I made sure to capitalize every letter 'H'

You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
You should know that the Hoover gang is serious and I'm prepared to shoot bullets

And narcotics, the cops watcHin', still poppin'
I sell drugs and even though the police are watching, I'm still active

A gang member, pitcHin' rock, every car on the block
I'm a member of a gang and selling drugs to every car in the neighborhood

No antennas, just a body, myself and my own Hitta
I don't need anyone's help, I just rely on my own instincts and connections

I'm Top Dawg, you cat litter
I'm the top person in charge, and you're insignificant and irrelevant

Denied a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
I got rejected over a text message for a million dollars, but I'm still a real and genuine person

From Heaven to the lowest of devils
From the highest point to the lowest point, I cover a wide range of experiences

Spit every bar for the rebels
I rap each verse for those who defy and challenge authority

My wardrobe to startin' trouble: orange rags
My choice of clothing causes controversy and indicates my gang affiliation (wearing orange rags)

Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt double
I wear bucket hats and even have someone else who looks like me perform dangerous stunts on my behalf

My life is either jail or oxy in my cotton
My life is either spent in prison or heavily reliant on drugs like OxyContin

You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for the knockin'
You look scared and pale, so I'm going to intimidate and harm you

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

I'm second to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
I'm the best and I won't stop shooting until I've won, my gun is more impressive than Bun's (Bun B)

Take more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
I'll take more from you than just your life, and I'll shoot repeatedly

Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
I'll turn your car into a hearse (used for transporting dead bodies) and shoot to make the car's top drop, creating a loud sound

Murder music, jump out of Buicks
My music is filled with violent themes, and I surprise people by suddenly appearing out of Buick cars

Nobody movin' or I squeeze on it
No one should move, or else I'll start shooting

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

An underground king sippin' my lean
I am a respected and influential figure in the underground music scene, and I enjoy drinking lean (codeine-based drink)

You know I double my profit because I triple my beam
I make a lot of money by engaging in illegal activities and steadily increasing my arsenal of weapons

You niggas stop with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
I'm tired of hearing all the unnecessary debates and arguments

Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron?
Isn't it obvious to your eyes that I am willing to go through a group of people (squadron) to achieve my goals?

Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
I am extremely brutal and savage, comparable to the act of killing innocent Christians

On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and sadistic
Even on Christmas Eve, I am capable of committing horrific and sadistic acts

I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, this shit was terror-terrific
I'm describing a situation that was chaotic and terrifying

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

And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes
We forced the maid to do the household chores, and now she's dead and dumped in the water

Now that sucka rapper's dead, I assume my position
Now that the weak rapper is dead, I take his place as the dominant force in the music industry

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

Yeah, the iron throne is mailed with the metal microphone
The metaphorical iron throne, a symbol of power, is forged with the microphone (representing my authority in music)

Hey, let the rats and the mice know Killer Mike is home
I want everyone, even the insignificant people, to know that I, Killer Mike, have returned

Cause Killer is iller than all the killas they know
I, Killer Mike, am more skilled and dangerous than any other killer they are familiar with

My past is good, I land a rock at my show
My personal history is impressive, and I even throw rocks (displaying my strength and dominance) at my own performances

Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla fosho
Before I end, I pay my respects to the late J Dilla (a highly regarded music producer)

Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour
I am a powerful figure in the slums, with a microphone and a presence in slum neighborhoods

Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal
I travel through every poor neighborhood with a gun

Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled
I carry a gun in case I need to resort to violence to resolve disputes

Mama get rose petals
I will do what it takes to make my mother happy and give her luxury

That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter settled
That's the end, no more talking, the situation is resolved

I got your bitch, I got some head, she got stilettos
I have your girlfriend, she performed oral sex on me, and she's wearing high heels

Lyrically I'm literally a bad mothafucka
I am truly an exceptional and skilled rapper

[?] my technique, and my swag a tad butler, mothafucka
You should fear my technique and admire my swagger, goddamn it