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[Killer Mike:]
I move with the elegance of an African elephant
I presented the evidence eloquent as the president
Evident is the emphasis, I deserve me a championship
But before I banana clip I’ma chill so my man can rip

Little man against Hellion with the heart of an orphan
I got the words of a murderer and an eye for distortion
You take a slice of my portion, I’ll take a piece of your profit
I drive at illegal speeds, Keep an O.Z in my pocket

[Killer Mike:]
We run the jewels in your town, a quarter pound on my person
I’m known for pounding the stage, I’m talking burning and cursing
Producer gave me a beat, said it’s the beat of the year
I said “El-P didn’t do it so get the f–k outta here!”

You wanna hang, bring your throat, I got stools and a rope
I’mma slang pope, haranguing the land with a man’s flow
A new edition to the art of the old code
That’s fully retarded and put a part in your bold dome

[Killer Mike:]
Ay El
We the villains, we antagonist bad guys
Mercy me, merciless me putting pain in they sad eyes
It’s time for Skywalker talk cause meet the true Darth Vader
I hit your mom in ’03, but a G ain’t ate her
So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect
Before I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on your neck
Or worse yet be the reason your girl want a divorce
Be at your crib with your kids saying “f–k your fort
Lil’ n—a!”

The style is radiation leak at Mile Island
Also known as Chernobyl talk, listen for the sirens
For the green I’m a hoarder, you’re the poor distorter
Sorta morbid sonnin’ these f–kin’ whoredome explorers, I’m bored
Enough of your bummy s–t, it’s numb to the core, sure
You suck a good d–k for the fame and couldn’t resist getting played
I f–k like I’m headed to war, I’m really not playing no games
But tag me god damn it I’ll kill the carrier mentions my name

[Killer Mike:]
Hey, I’m a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beat
I’m merciless, I’ll torture emcees, tie up both of they feet
If they refuse to run the jewels we beat the bottoms of feet
I’m talking grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth
Hey me and Jaime killed the competition, top of the heap
Is where we staying when they corpses resting under our feet
I sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy letter
Told her she raised a bunch a f–k boys, next time do better

[Big Boi:]
We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the city
Daddy Fat Saxx don’t give a damn cause can’t nann new n—as get with me
Now it’s true, n—as are simply simple minded simple Simons
Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by designing
But what I be rhyming, no payola is required
My bank account obese as f–k while yours sits on a diet
N—a your lease is up, you’re fired
Quiet, that’s how the boss talk
Retain ownership on everything, every car bought
And paid for, no neighbors cause I’m sitting on acres
Went to Vegas, jumped the broom cause I wasn’t trippin’ on papers
Or no prenuptual agreement for mama
If we broke up and she took half I’d still be sitting on commas
Eight figures n—a.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.