| Oh my
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| Oh my
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| Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that’s word to Pimp
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| (You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2)
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| Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that’s word to Pimp
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| I don’t fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps
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| Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids
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| You can all run naked backwards through a field of dicks
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| Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit, 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
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| You can’t slap my wrist, I don’t owe you shit
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| Trust me, I’m a doctor DOOM
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| Oper-rate of my pulse won’t raise a bit
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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| That fuckboy life about to be repealed
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| That fuckboy shit about to be repelled
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| Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels
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| Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and El
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| Life is hell, death’s a bitch
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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 fuck
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| C’est la vie girl, when in Rome
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| I gave the 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 fuck
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| I fuckin' 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
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| while sippin' on whiskey
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| Aye baby you with me?
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| Oh my
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| Don’t cry
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| We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop
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| Don’t stop
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| Work a worker 'til 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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| 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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| Fuck that bitch I’m a bastard
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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, bitch, 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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| 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 fuckin' 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 dope like a dosage of dope or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend
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| Oh my
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| Don’t cry |