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[Intro] |
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Oh my |
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Oh my |
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[Verse 1: El-P] |
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****** the law, they can eat my ******, that's word to Pimp |
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(Hold on) |
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(Oh my) |
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(You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2) |
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****** the law, they can eat my ******, that's word to Pimp |
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I don't ****** with or talk like all these ******' imps |
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Style violent, give a ****** if you deny it, kids |
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You can all run naked backwards through a field of ******s |
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****** the world, don't ask me for *******t, that's word to B.I.G |
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I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it don't exist |
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Soak it in and need no assist. You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you *******t |
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Trust me, I'm a doctor |
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Doom oper, rate of my pulse won't raise a bit |
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[Verse 2: Killer Mike] |
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Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina |
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Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina |
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It's obese female opera singer |
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You can run the jewels or lose your fingers |
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Me and El-P got time to kill |
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Got folks to kill on overkill |
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He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel |
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There's one black, one white, we shoot to kill |
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That ******boy life about to be repealed |
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That ******boy *******t about to be repelled |
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******boy Jihad, kill infidels |
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Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and El |
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[Verse 3: El-P] |
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Life is hell, death's a ****** |
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And these FUBAR rulers getting rich |
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I cop a zip, it opens up |
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I smoke it up, go home and ****** |
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C'est la vie girl, when in Rome |
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I get a face, please pay with dome |
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My business card says you're in luck |
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I do two things, I rap and ****** |
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[Verse 4: Killer Mike] |
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I ******' rap |
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I tote the strap |
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I smoke the kush |
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I beat the puss |
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I read the books, did the math |
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Don't need a preacher preachin' on my behalf |
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No teacher can't teach my arrogant ass |
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I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey |
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Aye baby you with me? |
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[Hook] |
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Oh my |
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Don't cry (x4) |
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[Verse 5: El-P] |
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[Whip Crack] |
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We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop |
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Don't stop |
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Work it work it 'til his chest pop |
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Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested |
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I'm self-invented |
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That's no illusion |
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There's no confusion |
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You see the future. You fear the future |
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I've seen the truth and I'm so deluded |
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I been a better bad guy than I been better than bad |
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Been a better bully, talk beatin' on my chest |
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In fact I'm half stack from a rack |
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I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts |
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Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them that |
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ATLien, NY felon rap |
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[Verse 6: Killer Mike] |
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Handle me wrong I'm snappin' |
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Show up at your class, what's happenin'? |
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Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic |
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Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc |
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Everybody stepped on the kid I'm letting them have it (have it) |
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Leaving they momma to say "what happened?" |
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Who gonna buy my baby a casket? |
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****** that ****** I'm a bastard |
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[Verse 7: El-P] |
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Megablast, I'm mega lit |
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On Highway 6 and I'm not strapped in |
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I don't crash, ******, I just skid |
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You got the cash, I'll make the trip |
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I make the trip, you better pay |
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Done worse for less, don't make my day |
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I'm not from Earth, from far away |
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I bust through chests like baby greys |
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[Verse 8: Killer Mike] |
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Runnin' the jewels of the game |
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Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'caine |
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Spittin' the sickness again |
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Parents is livid again |
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Kids is just ******' insane |
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Pointin' that pistol and fist for the chain |
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Reppin the symbol like they in a gang |
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Delivery **** like a dosage of **** or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend |
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[Hook] |
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Oh my |
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Don't cry(x2) |
