Killer Mike Home of the Brave Lyrics
            [Big Boi]
            Yeah
            Its going all the way down
            Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
            Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey
            doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on b____
            Cool and Dre on the track, run it
            [Verse 1: Killer Mike]
            Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss
            and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed
            and often light green kiss my a__ to coffin
            Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
            cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala w____ dance
            Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends
            hit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benz
            City corners I've been in a duece double O three Benz
            I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
            I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
            It's where n____z snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista
            I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler
            I'll getcha
        
            [Chorus: repeat 2X]
            Hey we rep that A
            A T L A N T A state of G A
            G A G A home of the brave
            home of the brave G A G A
            home of the brave
        
            [Verse 2: Killer Mike]
            I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe
            she work out fit like Taebo
            Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones
            s___ wait I'm so old
            Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's
            Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O.
            Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple
            I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo
            Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple
            Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil
            You f__gots do it for glory
            Y'alls just do it for my people
            I'm grand national built beautiful and legal
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]
            A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
            ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon
            We livin' artifacts where n____z rip chickens
            talk bricks, keep an artist strapped
            Flame throwers got us hot in the spot
            wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe
            It's like all hell, block cells
            make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell
            What you know about the way the whales
            kiss it your body scaled
            I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
            then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones
            We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones
            Disrespect (?) little bows
            and I'll c___ and explode up
            Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Killer Mike]
            So slums, so sligh, n____ (i'm) straight ducked
            you can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you n____z s___
            He the type to f___ a b____
            rob that b____'s baby brother
        
            [Slimm Calhoun]
            And I'm the type to rip ya b____ leave the s___ up under your covers
            (?) blessing from sin
            New recrutes we in it again
            rap so hard we flippin' again
            walkin' dubs on the benz
        
            [Killer Mike]
            One, two, crack fiend
            three on boys street jeans
            Four full blown hit the scene
            five like trap (?)
            Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
            rub her right she'll cream
            f___ her right moan and scream
            killer kill out on (?)
            [Slimm Calhoun]
            Swervin', servin', bouncin' the b___ons
            like 5 5 9 truck somethin'
            Two glock nines round dumpin'
            round my hip strap ain't jumpin'
            Keep my b____ dunkin' somethin'
            be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'
        
            [Chorus] - repeat to fade
        
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