Terrible 2's DJ Premier (Ft. Run The Jewels)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes, Killer Mike]
Run your, run your
Run your, run your damn jewels
Run your, run your
Run your, run your damn jewels
Run your, run, run your (RTJ)
Run your, run your damn jewels (Preemo, yeah)
Run your
Run your, run, run your damn jewels (Hahaha, jewels)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
The jewelry lifters, the sticky finger money getters
Grimy as crime rhymers, find dining in dive diners
"Out of line, never mind"-ers, and fuck all you guideliners
That be playing squeaky clean, 'cause we dirty as coal miners
Getting head, blowing purple kush, smoke to the headliners
And if El say, "You dead," then you dead—we bedtime you
Bedtimer, then we leave Atlanta on airliner
Where they go? Who knows? Asia Minor or Carolina
Either way, promise po-po-pos will not find us
Different hoes, area code-code-codes, they will hide us
Different flows like a menstrual cycle, this is Michael
Sick psycho, I be feeling like life is a bit trifle
Big rifle— "Shh, don't tell your enemy shit, Michael"
But I don't like 'em, and I just wanna fight 'em, strike 'em and bite 'em
Hate 'em, bathe 'em in my gasoline dreams and just ignite 'em
Run the Jewels, we the terrible twos, so kids like 'em, yeah