Hey, my name's Malik, and Killer Mike's my dad...nIf you don't like what he's saying, so what?nThat's life...nnThat's Life (Frank Sinatra Sample) nnTold ya last tape, I'm a killer, man...n(that's what all the people say)nI'm a rapper, what the fuck do I know?nwell, I'm also a nigga thatncame off Martin Luther King, man,nson of a dope lady...nand I went to fucking Morehouse, niggannI accomplished something, I became something, nigganThat's who I am to criticize any nigga...nOprah, Bill, Clinton, Cosby, anybodynnme and my big fucking mouth nn( split the cash on the track, let's do it, Killer)nnThe fat nigga singing show over in operanLeader of the crack Rat Pack, I SinatranThey say I dissed Oprah, I'm like so what?nI never get to jump up and down on a sofa (that's life)nNow watch me as I Cruise like Tom through the slumsnWhere the education's poor and the children growing dumbnIn the section of the city where civilians don't comenWhere Mr. Cosby and Mrs. Winfrey won't comenUnless it's a hurricane, then FEMA don't comenComin live from the city where the Dreamer came fromnStanding on the same corners that he stood uponnI got violence in my waistband, death in my palmnAsk em am I a bad guy? Ya goddamn right!nI done seen how ya do a nigga when he doing rightnnThe Dream died on a balcony, standing at a hotelnNow niggas whipping coke gel that I hope failnHe desegregated - put black with the whitenNo longer marching for rights - they sparking a pipe (that's life)nPipe dreams, crack fiends, cars look like ice creamnKids see the bling bling, and they want them nice thingsnAll cuz of tennis shoes, our kids drop out of schoolsnThey said be like Mike, so ball nigga (that's life)nnNow, Help me understand something...if you really a leader and younreally mean something to your people, ain't you supposed tonbe in the community with your people? Ain't you supposed tonbe there? Like the only people I see in the communities arenrappers and ball players, where the fuck all y'all doctors?nWhere y'all bourgeoisie niggas at? All the kids got is us!nGrind Time Rap Game...nnRead an old magazine, check out a new dressnI'd be having conversations with Cornel WestnKiller Mike don't give a damn if it's me ya ain't likingnThe last great debate I had was with Michael Eric DysonnCall me a dumb rapper? Girl stop, pardon me...nYou be hard pressed to find another rapper smart as menMaybe Jay-Z, Tupac, C-U-B-EnBut Oprah'd rather put Supahead on TVnNow whatcha white audience gon' think about we?nThe same white audience that watch Bill O' ReillynI saw the smirk on they face when you came at LudanThe same nice ladies that forgave Martha StewartnSo I can be a crook, take money off the books,njust as long as I'm liked by a rich man's wife?nnOK, hold up. I can't rap about doing crime...but if Inactually do crime, and do time, I can come back outnand have a TV show, with an all white audience, if I robnshareholders of millions? (that's life)nBut if I rap about gettin some money on the block, it'sna problem? Are you fucking retarded ?nI'm not even gonna tell you how stupid you are right nowncuz you should already know...Grind Time Rap Game (that's life)nnNiecey had a man, not a mouse or a molenwhen the pressure come knockin, I ain't runnin in a holenGeorge Bush don't like blacks? No shit, Sherlock!nAnd his daddy CIA, and flooded the hood with rocknAnd his momma said the women oughta feel at homengettin raped in the bathroom in the SuperdomenThe comment Kanye made was damn near rightnBut Bush hate poor people, be 'em black or white (that's life)nHell yeah, I said it! Cuz Oprah won't say it,nIf Bill won't say it, and they still won't say itnIf you really bout intelligence, you really know I'm rightnIf you lookin for some leadership, look for Killer Mike (that's life)nLookin for a movement, it's Grind Time Rap GamenKids see us in the street and go bang bang bangnThey see me on the street and on the corners they hangnMyspace Grind Time Online, join the gangnnAy man, all you adults out there, all you supposed grown peoplenWill you please stop lying to your people? Could we please have a moment of fucking honesty? nYou know, honesty, the shit that you asknyour people to be with you, when you ask them are they having sex, or doing drugs? Could we please stop fucking lying? (that's life)nLike you preachers out there, who spread the myth that young boysnwho slack they pants pick that shit up from prison to let niggasnknow they homosexual. You and your faggot twisted mind know thatnain't true, you sick fuck, for even saying that shit. (that's life)nWe wear our fucking pants big because our mothers were too poor to buy our size, so they had to buy two or three sizes up. Call it what it is, nigga, poverty. It's fuckin poverty. nYou know, poverty, the opposite of the big fuckin cars and planes you drive, motherfucka.nTo y'all rich bourgeoisie niggas out there, stop ignoring your cousins in the ghetto, because they're there. nStop lookin down on 'em. Stop using crack addicts and Mexicans as cheap labor to build your fuckinnhouses, and then shittin on poor black people. (that's life) nYou pieces of shit.nThat's for you rich motherfuckers, black and white. In the meantime, usnrappers, us lowly d-boys, and us motherfuckin athletes, will be here innthe ghetto, servicing the mothafucking children. (that's life) We are the new Robin Hoods.nWe are the Pied Pipers. We will lead the kids into a better life than the mothafucking lies you doing. nKids! Grow up, be doctors! Be lawyers! Just don'tnbe liars and connivers like the ones we got now. Young men, grow up, benclergymen, be preachers, just don't be a mothafucking greedy hog like mostnof the ones we got now. nGrind Time Rap Game Bang Bang Bang. If you don'tnlike what I'm saying...that's life. nn