Jeopardy Run The Jewels

[Intro: Killer Mike]
I'm gonna bang this bitch the fuck out!
You better–you might wanna record the other way
You finna look at history bein' made in this motherfucker
Put a mirror on the goddamn screen!
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what we gonna do Mick?

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like, "Mizzike is you all rizzight?"
I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for service
The bitches bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm puttin' pistols in faces at random places like
Bitch give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you naked
The jewel runners, top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I'm too honest
So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better - highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper ain't shit and me, I might be
The closest representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me
(Run the Jewels)