Oh Mama

	  		 

verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P 
Dm 
Gun in the holster be 
Right in the upholstery 
Somewhere right close to me 
Just in case the rollers be 
Dm 
Rolling on the G 
My woman keep it in the hosiery 
I'm known in my town 
N.C. 
In those strips where high-rollers be 
Dm 
I'm up early, where the money folders sippin' Folgers be 
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me 
Dm 
Fuck with us 
You fuck with the truth, we speak openly 
         Dm 
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though 
Cause there ain't no hoe in me 

verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike 
Dm 
"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak 
I'll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery 
Dm 
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries 
I lust after greatness, I'm aiming right at its ovaries 
Dm 
Better run from the future palooka (haul off) 
You acting like it's safe when the revolution's been (called off) 
         Dm 
There's liars on the loose, if we listen to you we're (all lost) 
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft) 

 

Hook: El-P 
Dm                         B 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
C              B      Am B 
She said, "I'm crying on you" 
Dm                          B 
She said, "I waited up for you all night" 
C              B    Am B 
I said, "I'm trying mama" 
Dm                         B 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
C              B      Am B 
She said, "I'm crying on you" 
Dm                          B 
She said, "I waited up for you all night" 
C              B    Am B 
I said, "I'm trying mama" 



verse 3: Killer Mike 
Dm 
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate 
Swear to God, shit's so good, fat boy'll levitate 
Dm 
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate 
Mom's, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate 
Dm 
I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break" 
She said, "Don't curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn) 

verse 4: El-P 
Dm 
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay 
You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate 
Dm 
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate 
Every sickening sentence'll cheapen them tricks you venerate 
Dm 
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate 
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate 



Hook: El-P 
Dm                         B 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
C              B      Am B 
She said, "I'm crying on you" 
Dm                          B 
She said, "I waited up for you all night" 
C              B    Am B 
I said, "I'm trying mama" 
Dm                         B 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
C              B      Am B 
She said, "I'm crying on you" 
Dm                          B 
She said, "I waited up for you all night" 
C              B    Am B 
I said, "I'm trying mama" 

Outro 
Am                         F 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
They want us dying, mama 
Am                         F 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
But I ain't crying, mama 
Am                         F 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
You raised a lion, mama 
         Am 
I ain't lying, mama 
                           F 
My mama said that I'm not living right 
N.C. 
I said, "I'm trying mama"