Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rubble Kings Theme (Dynamite) , by - Run the Jewels. Release date: 14.01.2016
Song language: English
Rubble Kings Theme (Dynamite) |
| I’ve seen Ak-47s |
| I’ve seen sawed off shotguns |
| I’ve seen all of this |
| I’ve seen dynamite on the streets |
| Surrounded by violence and murder |
| Say, we in the streets and we grippin' on heat |
| You got beef then we fryin' your burger |
| My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls |
| Is all I got, fuck with a murda |
| Will happen to you, I am certain |
| I’m certain as hell and I’m grippin' the tail of Satan himself: the serpent |
| We pullin' in no social service |
| We go in the store, they look nervous |
| So down me to hell, damn me to jail, like fuck you, we robbin' the merchants |
| The preachers sound silly in service |
| Convincin' my mama that all of the drama must certainly serve higher purpose |
| How fightin' could turn into curses |
| When I tell her any god that make it plenty hard really ain’t worth it to |
| worship |
| Man, I believe in my patches, man I believe in my fists |
| Man, I believe in bandanas and pistols and holdin' down, rockin' my sets |
| Born into turmoil and trouble, I became King of the Rubble |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dynamite on the streets |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dynamite on the streets |
| Everythin' out here is broken, or blemished and battered, and tattered, but mine |
| You let it burn and decay and created the kings of the cinder divine |
| I am done asking and pleading and begging you recognize I am alive |
| You are done walking inside of the section you’re treading in, there was a line |
| Cement block, hard rock, it don’t stop, get it, get it |
| Your whole block’s soft, it comes off like skittish bitches |
| We’re wolves to the bitter finish |
| Not full, gotta get it in, get it? |
| get us dinner |
| Violators tryna finish any little sentence, we will sentence sinners |
| It all stinks, but where we live is where the set’s sinkin' |
| They say sorry son accept it, same old song of the subjectors |
| Sorry sirs, but we don’t sing along to anthems or your pledges |
| In your garbage rose the rulers of the restless, do not test us |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dynamite on the streets |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy |
| Dynamite on the streets |