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