Yankee and The Brave (ep. 4)

This week on Yankee and the brave Verse 1: Killer Mike Back at it like a crack addict, Mr. Black Magic, crack a bitch back Chiropractic Craftmatic, big daddy smokin' big Cali In the black alley, in a black Grand Natty Rollin' down,?ole?natty?hair Nappy, matty as?a black grandaddy,?all fact No cappin', fat, black, bold captain, stay floatin' No flappin', wave runner, I'm a gunner I'ma have your block hot as a sauna all summer And I put that on Osama and my motherfuckin' momma I'ma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama I'ma chop 'em with a chopper 'till I motherfuckin' drop 'em Drop 'em, drop 'em, drop 'em Verse 2: El-P Stack addict, I mack with the blackest fabric, I'm back I'm magically rackin' it, that's what I'm thunkin', rat-a-tat-tats I'm runnin' the trunk up for sucker shit Matter of fact, kiss the ass and even the cra-a-ack Automatic facts, it's like tha-a-at Scandal bliss when you puttin' villains in charge of shit All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin' Part of them isn't workin' 'till every pockets been picked and sold and harvested I'm ready to mob on these fuckin' Charlatans Charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans Break: Killer Mike Scratches by Trackstar the DJ Go-go-go-, go-go-go-go- Go-go-go-go-, Go-go-go-go- Go-go-go-go-, go-go-go-, go-go- What we gon' do? Verse 3: El-P 'Til time die, I'm galatically fly The moon is movin' the maniacs in a shitty decline Hearts fried, all this neon is rippin' us up inside Immortality's out of bounds, it's a one-round ride Verse 4: Killer Mike I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide And if the news say it was that's a goddamn lie I can't let the pigs kill me, I got too much pride And I meant it when I said it, never take me alive Verse 5: El-P I got the Grand Nat runnin' in the alley outside Yo Michael run like you hungry and get your ass in the ride I'd rather have and not need you than watch your rotten demise And you still owe me for them Nikes, you do not get to just die You try to fuck with my brother, you get the bastard surprise And that's more honest than your whole life in a fraction of time I didn't get my degree in how to smoke weed 'till I'm blind So you could ruin my high, Jewel Runner, do and you're bye Verse 6: Killer Mike My brother made a point so out the back door I'ma slide I'm chubby, husky, thighs rubbing, fuckin' up my Levi's The crooked copper got the proper, I put lead in his eye Plus we heard he murdered a black child so none of us cry Outro: Killer Mike with El-P Yankee and the brave are here Everybody hit the deck We don't mean no harm But we truly mean all the disrespect Four