[Intro: Killer Mike]
I'm finna bang this b**** the f*** out!
You betta' -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history bein' made
This m****f**** put a mirror on the g****** screen
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! That's what we're gonna do, Mick
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on p****** who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight?
I'm lookin' lurkin' on b****** twerkin' for service
The b****'s bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like
b**** give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you m************ up, leave you naked
The jewels runners, top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, f*** you cuz, cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You n***** a** and trash and trash, f*** it, I'm too honest
So f*** you f***boys forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better, highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot f***, then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper ain't s*** and me, I might be
The closest representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get thee behind me
(Run the Jewels)
[Verse 2: El-P]
I've never been much of s***, by most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly m***led by hucksters of global spin Like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little b****
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch Like a**uming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our d***s
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
That's why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are v*****s for the fame the jewels runners will always stay rude
m********* your permission, was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the b**** s*** you spit is your f****** prison
I been here making raw s*** and never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"
I'm finna bang this b**** the f*** out!
You betta' -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history bein' made
This m****f**** put a mirror on the g****** screen
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! That's what we're gonna do, Mick
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on p****** who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight?
I'm lookin' lurkin' on b****** twerkin' for service
The b****'s bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like
b**** give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you m************ up, leave you naked
The jewels runners, top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, f*** you cuz, cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You n***** a** and trash and trash, f*** it, I'm too honest
So f*** you f***boys forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better, highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot f***, then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper ain't s*** and me, I might be
The closest representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get thee behind me
(Run the Jewels)
[Verse 2: El-P]
I've never been much of s***, by most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly m***led by hucksters of global spin Like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little b****
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch Like a**uming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our d***s
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
That's why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are v*****s for the fame the jewels runners will always stay rude
m********* your permission, was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the b**** s*** you spit is your f****** prison
I been here making raw s*** and never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"