"That's Life" lyrics - KILLER MIKE

[Intro:]
Hey, my name's Malik and Killer Mike's my dad
If you don't like what he's sayin', so what
That's life

Told you last tape I'm a killer man
I'm a rapper, what the fuck do I know
Well I'm also a nigga that came off Martin Luther King, man
Son of a dope lady
And I went to fuckin' Morehouse nigga
I accomplished something, I became something nigga
That's who I am to criticize any nigga
Oprah, Bill, Clinton, Cosby, anybody

The fat bitch singing show over, end opera
Leader of the crack Rat Pack, I Sinatra
They say I dissed Oprah
I'm like so what
I never get to jump up and down on a sofa (that's life)
Now watch me as I Cruise like Tom through the slums
Where the education's poor and the children growing dumb
In the section of the city where saditty's don't come
Where Mr. Cosby and Ms. Winfrey won't come
Unless it's a hurricane then FEMA don't come
Coming live from the city where the Dreamer came from
Standing on the same corners that he stood upon
I got violence in my waistband, death in my palm
Ask 'em am I a bad guy, ya goddamn right
I done seen how ya do a nigga when he doin' right
The Dream died on a balcony, standin' at a hotel
Now niggas whippin' coke gel and a O tale
We desegregated - put black with the white
No longer marching for rights, they sparking a pipe (that's life)
Pipe dreams, crack fiends
Cars look like ice cream
Kids see the bling-bling and they want them nice things
All 'cause of tennis shoes our kids drop out of schools
They said be like Mike, so ball nigga (that's life)

Now help me understand something
If you a leader and you really mean something to your people
Ain't you supposed to be in the community with your people?
Ain't you supposed to be there?
Like the only people I see in the communities
Are rappers and ball players
Where the fuck all y'all doctors?
Where y'all bourgeoisie niggas at?
All the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game

Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn if it's me ya ain't likin'
The last great debate I had was with Michael Eric Dyson
Call me a dumb rapper
Girl stop, pardon me
You be hard pressed to find another rapper smart as me
Maybe Jay-Z, 2Pac, C-U-B-E
But Oprah'd rather put Superhead on TV
Now whatcha white audience gon' think about we
The same white audience that watch Bill O' Reilly
I saw the smirk on they face when you came at Luda
The same nice ladies that forgave Martha Stewart
So I can be a crook
Take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked by a rich man's wife?

OK, hold up. I can't rap about doing crime
But if I actually do crime, and do time
I can come back out
And have a TV show
With an all white audience
If I rob shareholders of millions?
But if I rap about getting some money on the block
It's a problem?
Are you fuckin' retarded?
I'm not even gonna tell you how stupid you are right now
'Cause you should already know, Grind Time Rap Game (that's life)

Niecey had a man, not a mouse or a mole
When the pressure come knockin, I ain't runnin in a hole
George Bush don't like blacks
No shit, Sherlock
And his daddy CIA had flooded the hood with rock
And his momma said the women oughta feel at home
Gettin' raped in the bathroom in the Superdome
The comment Kanye made was damn near right
But Bush hate poor people
Be 'em black or white (that's life)
Hell yeah I said it, 'cause Oprah won't say it
And Bill won't say it, and they still won't say it
If you really bout intelligence, you really know I'm right
If you lookin' for some leadership, look for Killer Mike (that's life)
Lookin' for a movement, it's Grind Time Rap Game
Kids see us in the street and go bang bang bang
They see me on the street and on the corners they hang
Myspace Grind Time Online, join the gang

[Outro:]
Aye man, all you adults out there, all you supposed grown people
Would you please stop lying to young people
Could we please have a moment of fuckin' honesty?
You know honesty?
The shit you ask young people to be with you when you ask are they havin' sex or doin' drugs?
Could we please stop fuckin' lying
Like you preachers out there who spread the myth
That young boys who sag their pants picked that shit up in prison to let niggas know they homosexuals
You in your faggot, twisted mind know that ain't true
You sick fuck, for even sayin' that shit
We wear our fuckin' pants big
Because our mothers were too poor to buy our size
So they had to buy two or three sizes up
Call it what it is nigga: poverty
It's fuckin' poverty
You know poverty, the opposite of the big fuckin' cars and planes you drive
Mutherfucka
To all you rich bourgeoisie niggas out there
Stop ignoring your cousins in the ghetto
Because they're there
Stop looking down on 'em
Stop using crack addicts and Mexicans
As cheap labor to build your fuckin' houses
And then shitting on poor black people and Latins
You pieces of shit
That's for you rich motherfuckas: black and white
In the mean time us rappers
Us lowly b-boys and us motherfuckin' athletes'll be here in the ghetto
Servicing the motherfuckin' children
We are the new Robin Hoods
We are the Pied Pipers
We will lead the kids into a better life than the motherfuckin' lies you doing
Kids grow up, be doctors, be lawyers
Just don't be liars and connivers like the ones we got now
Young men, grow up
Be clergymen, be a preacher
Just don't be a motherfuckin' greedy hog like most of the ones we got now
Grind Time Rap Game
Bang, bang, bang
If you don't like what I'm sayin'...that's life