Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song pulling the pin, artist - Run the Jewels.
Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
pulling the pin |
Yeah |
Yeah, that cash |
Yeah, take it, here |
From a long line of the rancidest swine came the violators |
The cloven foot designers of high crime for the iron ages |
Twisting down through time, see them tryna unwind creation |
Don’t be surprised, it’s a mistake to think their influence had faded |
«Well, what a wretched state of danger we’ve made here,» I thought to me |
Perhaps explaining years of self lobotomy, toxicly |
Perhaps explaining tears and even tears in my cosmology |
You numb yourself for years and it can wear upon you, honestly |
These old foxes got a lotta plots to outfox us (Ayy) |
Tryna divvy up and dump in corresponding boxes, how obnoxious |
Where the heart and mind connect, expect them targeting like archers |
You will not travel towards the light if they’re in charge of your departure |
You’d think the universe forgot us the way the cursed pitch their product (Woo) |
As though our spirit’s not a fire that can’t be snuffed or turned to dollars |
Or the expanse across all space can’t be contained in one small dollop |
Now I see that it’s the same moment in history back to haunt us |
And here we are again |
Hello void, long time watcher, first time callin' in |
Every cage built needs an occupant |
Got a dead bolt, see 'em lock it in |
Had a good run, but they stoppin' it |
Wanna walk, man, to the coffin lid |
Eat your heart out, fiction fan |
Truly the truth’s the stranger document |
And at best, I’m just getting it wrong |
And at worst, I’ve been right from the start |
It hurts, I’m bein' torn apart |
There’s a grenade in my heart and the pin is in their palm |
There’s a grenade |
There’s a grenade |
A grenade |
At best, life is difficult, poor and you pitiful |
Then every day’s like a satanic ritual |
Beautiful soul with a rogue and the criminal |
How long must the holy hold onto they principles? |
Kickin' and screamin' while watchin' the demons |
Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals |
My pastor say, «God has promised us paradise |
Live a good life, it is pivotal» |
I promised my mama that I would stay honest |
But I want it all in the physical |
And promise I’m honest, I’ll probably be punished |
'Cause keeping that promise too difficult |
So picture me red as I sit on the bed |
With my hands on my head and this pistol too |
Why the fuck must I be miserable? |
The devils, they do the despicable |
And still, they move like they invincible |
These filthy criminals sit at the pinnacle |
Doin' the typical, keepin' us miserable |
Takin' the most and providin' the minimal |
Hate to sound cynical, but shit is pitiful, times is just critical |
Like Jimmy Savile, they cheerfully kill kids in a ritual |
I’ll murder the miserables, I’ll make it all biblical |
I’ll cut off their heads, they’ll beg for their life and I’ll put it up digital |
Fuck the political, the mission is spiritual |
A murderous miracle that was sent here to just punish the terrible |
Static in my mind |
Like sanity on borrowed time |
Like right and wrong can’t be defined |
There’s a grenade in my heart and the pin is in their palm |
There’s a grenade |
There’s a grenade |
A grenade in my heart |