Lyrics Butane (Champion’s Anthem) - Killer Mike feat. El-P
[Featuring:
El-P]
[Killer
Mike:]
Looking
for
the
truth,
yeah
it's
me,
Everythang
polo
to
the
floor,
go
even
at
the
grocery
store
It's
so
perfect,
take
a
photo
And
take
the
pic
you
buying
bitch
and
so
stitch
you
logo
Bitch
you
with
the
quatro,
but
my
girl
Mercedes
With
the
Audi
say
the
quatro
was
a
[?]
You
can
put
on
killer
kill
or
fat
boy
or
just
Michael
Call
me
what
you
want
but
still
never
call
me
rival
They
will
call
you
dead
and
I
will
call
you
gone
The
loss
with
Jesus
we
be
will
be
we'll
be
calling
you
home
An
underground
rap
[?]
what
I'm
meant
to
be
Then
I
will
be
the
shit
and
you
ain't
shit
to
me
We
won,
we
the
ones
with
the
champagne,
champagne
At
the
end
of
our
campaign
Spit
fire,
main
true
like
the
blue
flame,
like
the
blue
slang
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Let
me
see
your
hands
up
if
you
do
say
[?]
and
we
both
like
Husain
More
money,
more
problems,
more
butane
Burn
the
motherfucker
down,
down,
Life's
a
bitch
so
I'm
mack
on
her
immaculate
I
don't
wear
no
market
watches
Rolexes
to
accurate
My
rhymes
actually
accurate,
meaning
I
don't
fiction
in
my
diction
To
the
masses
this
perfection
is
perform
through
many
practices
This
like
prostitutes
to
mattresses
this
shit
just
come
naturally
Easy
ass
osamas,
bamas,
taking
many
casualties
Like
Columbine
I'm
down
for
mine
[?]
Killing
them
or
killing
me,
this
is
my
senility
Iller
than
the
iller
then
the
illest
be,
I
will
spit
this
illest
shit,
from
right
here
to
infinity
Till
I
reach
the
dirt,
I
will
search
the
earth
endlessly
Looking
for
the
[?]
ain't
nobody
lyrically,
as
I'll
as
me
As
eazy
e,
come
back
from
the
A-I-D-S
yes,
get
a
beat
from
E-O-P,
ghostwritten
from
my
partner
T-I-P
cube
Every
time,
travel
back
to
95,
jumping
in
a
63
Impala,
playing
Cuban
Linx
We
won,
we
the
ones
with
the
champagne,
champagne
At
the
end
of
our
campaign
Spit
fire,
main
true
like
the
blue
flame,
like
the
blue
slang
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Let
me
see
your
hands
up
if
you
do
say
[?]
and
we
both
like
Husain
More
money,
more
problems,
more
butane
Burn
the
motherfucker
down,
down,
[El-P:]
Yo,
I'm
a
grinch
with
a
grin,
I
will
shit
on
your
kids
Get
a
light,
get
a
grip,
get
a
hold
of
my
dick
bitch
Make
a
wish
I'm
the
knife,
I'm
nothin'
that's
nicer
than
gettin'
sliced
up,
the
switch,
the
machete,
the
fetty,
yeti,
the
sheister
icer,
gettin'
closer
to
Christ,
ya
might
just
find
a
design
to
your
life,
the
angel
hair
short
of
the
divine
love
I
stink,
I
just
stunk
up
a
truck
with
12
bricks
I'm
a
Sphinx,
snort
so
much
my
nose
just
broke
off,
think
I'm
alone
again
clutching
a
loaded
glock
soaked
in
chromium
hoping
the
thought
police
just
don't
bust
in
my
home
again
Life
is
tough,
you'll
get
snuffed
on
the
buff
so
dystopian,
rough,
rough,
hear
the
call
of
the
copper
mutts
on
the
hunt,
What
the
fuck,
this
is
not
what
my
mother
said
I'll
become
Star
spangler
wranglers
got
my
hopes
on
the
run,
getting
closer
now
Maybe
our
society's
supposed
to
drown
Middle
finger
up
on
the
Titanic
as
it's
going
down
We
won,
we
the
ones
with
the
champagne,
champagne
At
the
end
of
our
campaign
Spit
fire,
main
true
like
the
blue
flame,
like
the
blue
slang
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Let
me
see
your
hands
up
if
you
do
say
[?]
and
we
both
like
Husain
More
money,
more
problems,
more
butane
Burn
the
motherfucker
down,
down.
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