Killinit

By Sapient

On Letterhead

Released on April 8, 2008

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[Verse 1]

You ask what me and my peeps doin’ this for, to get my shoe in the door, and introduce ‘yall Lukes to the force

I’m like Obi, but my crew is obese and dirty, burly, movin’ slowly but surely

These are the way I’m set in I can’t change with a campaign saying I will, there like

“Godamn Sape pour that champagne out, try to act sane on your way back to the halfway house”

(I’m all like) what do I eat breakfast off of – this – what do I eat lunch off of – This –

So for dinner I’ll be hackin’ off your limbs, the look promisin’ for some antioxidants

Tryina’ find a way to feed that urge, makin you shut up for now, c’mon eat that dirt

Tryina’ turn your rhymes into a greenback worth, huh, you better have a plan B that works, fucka


[Chorus]

You don’t want to fuck with Sape, he’s killin’ it…killin’ it (x3)


[Verse 2]

I don’t do bad drugs but they still pass judgment, I guess they think I’m equally bad substance

SAT’s I easily scrap – fuck it – ‘cuz S A P I E N T lacks nothin’

And if you figured it out, I ain’t ever been in a drought, I am general Slump, no similar style

I am more than a man, more than a lyricist, I am the all seeing eye upon the pyramid

I’d say, “Let’s go” but I don’t want you comin’ with me, this unofficially got you trippin’ without one kabenzi

You callin’ me out - that’s unconvincing, ‘cuz I don’t miss calls and my line wasn’t busy

Put you all on speed dial, so you can run your jaw, this is all I need now, ‘cuz I love my job

It’s quality and quantity from an underdog, you’re fuckin’ off, I quantum leap while you bunny hop


[Chorus]

You don’t want to fuck with Sape, he’s killin’ it…killin’ it (x3)


[Outro]

How can you look me in the eye with the life that you lead, you’re the grime on my kicks it’s time to wipe ‘em clean

You’re the reason that the flies won’t leave, you’re the reason that the flies won’t leave