[Intro]
This week on Yankee and the brave
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Back at it like a crack addict, Mr. Black Magic
Crack a b*tch back, chiropractic, Craftmatic
Big daddy smokin' big Cali in a black alley
In a black Grand Natty rollin' down Old Natty
Hair nappy, matty as a black granddaddy, all fact
No cappin', fat, black boat 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 motherfu*kin' mama
I'ma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama
I'ma chop 'em with a chopper 'til I motherfu*kin' drop 'em (Drop 'em, drop 'em, drop 'em)
[Verse 2: El-P]
Stack addict, a mack with the blackest fabric on back
I magically rack it and dash while I'm duckin' rat-a-tat-tats
I'm runnin' the truck over su*ker sh*t
Matter fact, kiss the ass and even the cra-a-ack
Automatic facts, it's like tha-a-at (Woo)
It's scammer bliss when you puttin' villains in charge of sh*t
All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin'
Pardon them as they work until every pocket's been picked and soul been harvested
I'm ready to mob on these fu*kin' 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 galactically fly
The moon is movin' the maniacs in the city to crime
Hearts fry, 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
Now, 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 fu*k with my brother, you get the ba*tard 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 'til I'm blind
So you could ruin my high, Jewel Runner doing you bye
[Verse 6: Killer Mike]
My brother made a point, so out the back door I'ma slide
I'm chubby, husky, thighs scrubbin', fu*kin' up my Levis
A crooked copper got the dropper, I put lead in his eye
'Cause we heard he murdered a black child, so none of us cried
[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)