[Trackstar the DJ]
Are you ready to run these jewels?
[Killer Mike & El-P & Sample/Other]
Hardcore G shit
Killer Mike and El-P: Fuckboy, think about it
Hardcore G shit
We are sinister sons
Hardcore G shit
Fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous
Hardcore G shit
Middle fingers up cause it's going down
Killer Mike and El-P, no, the combination ain't healthy
Killer Mike and El-P, no, the combination ain't healthy
Kill your masters
Kill your masters
Kill your masters
Kill your masters
Oh we came to fuck shit up
Handle me wrong I'm snappin'
Show up at your class, what's happenin'?
Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic
Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc
Everybody stepped on -
Handle me wrong I'm snappin'
Show up at your class, what's happenin'?
Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic
Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc
Everybody stepped -
Handle me wrong I'm snappin'
Show up at your class, what's happenin'?
Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic
Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc
Everybody stepped on the kid and I'm letting them have it, Havoc
Leaving they momma to say, "What happened!?"
Who gon' buy my baby a casket? Fuck that bitch, I'm a bastard
Run The Jewels
[Sample]
Live from The Garden
Live from The Garden
Live from The Garden
Live from The Garden
Run the Jewels live at the Garden
Lickin' off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for a target
Kids cook s'mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya bitch
Buckle up lil' trooper
Can't get past me, I'm stuck in the future
Shit ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hovercraft's cool but the air's so putrid
Run the Jewels live at the Garden
Run the Jewels live at the Garden
Run the Jewels live at the Garden
One time for the pill and the reefer man
It's the young black leader to the people, man
If you’re girl’s fine, nigga might eat her, man
I'm talkin' middle of the mall like a pita, man
A Nigga sky high now like Jesus, man
And oh Lord this reefer so potent
Got an anti gravity, a Nigga stay floatin'
This nigga rob me, bitch you must be jokin'
Like pow pow pow leave your chestplate open
One half the best tag team ever
Them other fellas all right we better
One half the best tag team ever
Them other fellas all right we better
One half the best tag team ever
Them other fellas all right we better
Anybody disagree they jealous
And anybody don’t just motherfucking yellow (Woo!)
And I been this way, shorty
And I been this way, bitch
And I been this way, shorty, Yeah!
And I been this way, bitch
[El-P]
And the crowd goes:
RTJ!
And the crowd goes:
RTJ!
And the crowd goes:
RTJ!
And the crowd goes:
RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! RTJ!
Trackstar the DJ
I told y'all on RTJ1
Then I told ya again on RTJ2
And you still ain't believe me
So here we go, RTJ3!
Really fell out the lane with this shit
Woo!
Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops
I got sea legs
I got sea legs
I got sea legs
(Get it! Get it! Get it!)
Run The Jewels is not for your children
Reppin' the symbol like they in a gang
Run The Jewels is not for your children
Reppin' the symbol like they in a gang
Run The Jewels is not for your children
Reppin' the symbol like they in a gang
Trackstar the DJ: Our DJ. Ya bastards
Don't get captured!
Don't get captured!
Yeah
Good day- HEY
Hey ki-! Hey kids!
BUMAYE
BUMAYE
BUMAYE
Yeah
BUMAYE
BUMAYE
BUMAYE
Hey ki-! Hey kids!
I'm the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myths, aye
I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half-man imps, aye
They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns, woo!
I got half an hour, I'll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared, you do not get one word
You do not live for the herd, even you living's absurd
Better off kicked to the curb, that is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid, oh, shit, I got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I'm a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It's like nothin' not broke, can't stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
Better call mayday, baby I'll spray, I'm an AK
They flayed and plated, I'm serving dead meat, fame to table
Cain to Abel, death's apprentice
Run the Jewels'll make last breaths Brexit
BUMAYE
BUMAYE
BUMAYE
Dad, Uncle El
BUMAYE
Stay Gold
BUMAYE
Me and Mike, we just think alike
Non-compliant, all-defiant
Me and Mike, we just think alike
Can't stop high-fiving
Me and Mike, we just think alike
All-defiant, non-compliant
Me and Mike, we just think alike
Can't stop can't stop can't stop high-fiving
We the hooligans outside school again
Sayin' don't be a fool, never follow rules again
We the hooligans outside school again
Sayin' don't be a fool, never follow rules again
Let me see your hands in the air like this! Hey! Hey!
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you’re frontless
Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckers' noodles
Last album? Voodoo! Proved that we was fuckin' brutal
I’m talking crazy crazy crazy
Welcome to fuckyoupalooza, we bruisin' any who movin'
Who wanna stan' for these douches, you raise a hand and you lose it
I hold the door for old ladies, run into fires and save babies
I went to school in the eighties, taking the train with the crazies
I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's mine to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit
We looking at the money like it's ours to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist
Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book
Everything I scribble's like an anarchist's cookbook
(Look good, posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book)
Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook look
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
A wise man once said, "We all dead, fuck it"
Just spit it disgustin' youngin' and hold your nuts while you gunnin'
Picture this
I'm a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip
I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick
Make a switch
I can end a conversation real quick
I am crack
I ain't lyin', kick a lion in his crack
I'm the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pinch your momma on the booty
Kick your dog, fuck your bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he's Santa
And took pictures with your kids (Santa?)
We the best
We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench
I'm unmentionably fresh, I'm a mensch, get correct
I will walk into a court while erect, screaming "Yes!
I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death"
[Both]
Hey, you wanna hear a good joke?
Nobody speak, nobody get choked
Nobody speak, nobody get choked
Yo
Nobody speak! Nobody get-
Run the jewels
I put the pistol on that poodle
I put the pistol on that poodle and I shot
I put the pistol on that poodle and I shot
I put the pistol on that poodle and I shot that bitch!
Run the jewels
I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose
I'll put a gun to a bunny go boom
I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose
I'll put a gun to a bunny like gun to a bunny like
I'll put a gun to a say somethin' funny
I'll put a gun to a bunny like gun to a bunny like
I'll put a gun to a bunny like gun to a gun to a
I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose
Bunny go boom
Check check check
Beware of horses
I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important
Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order
And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on
I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this
Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this
I just say what I want like I'm made for this
But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong
Maybe that's why me and Mike get along
Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming
Woo!
And it sounds like war
Woo!
And it breaks our hearts
When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah
Get a little dap like "Yeah I'm the fucking man!", yeah
Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"
It's all jokes and smoke 'till the truth start schemin'
Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons
Talk clean and bomb hospitals
So I speak with the foulest mouth possible
And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical
I will not be confused for docile
I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile
EVERYBODY SAY RUN THE JEWELS
SAY RUN THE JEWELS
I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees meaning I obliterate yo' shit
Man, every time I try to like a rapper they turn and do ho shit
Make me ski mask on they a-a-ass, run they jewels and mo shit
You looking at the guy who the guy that you think that I got my style from got his own style from ('sup?)
I came with a sly wink and a shit grin with a pimp limp and a foul tongue
I'm a Brooklyn son, set adrift in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are locked, I got no shots left, better prep for God
Not long, He'll be talkin the same shit, I am just impossible
Got a right to be hostile, motherfucker life is a coffin, layin' down in it ain’t awesome
Every single moment you spend in the dirt is a worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know shit (no shit!)
Me and Mike will straight write your obit
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
And the obit goes like this: "Here lies a punk bitch, real fuck boy type
Who never want shit, 'bout as soft as his momma's own tit"
And sensitive as his old lady's clit, real bust-out bitch
She fuck my clique, obscene, absurd with the words
I cleaned up curbs with the blood and the bones of you nerds
I kill with the mic and murder with words
Ok, I’m an asshole, kiss me (good luck!)
Break a leg in a bear trap, skippy
Wasn’t in class when the lunch bell rang
Due to Colt 45 plus smoke got shitty
Mike already a help assist with me
Tag team of the goddamn century
I never asked for shit, it ain’t in me
You go to work now, but the style haunts history
You go to work now, but the style haunts history
You go to work now, but the style haunts history
You go to work now, but the style haunts history
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