Pew Pew Pew Run The Jewels (Ft. DJ Q-Bert)
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[Intro: Killer Mike]
Let me hear you say Run The Jewels (Run The Jewels)
I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees meaning I obliterate yo' shit
Man, every time I try to like a rapper they turn and do ho shit
Make me ski mask on they a-a-ass, run they jewels and mo’ shit
[Verse 1: El-P]
You looking at the guy who the guy that you think that I got my style from got his own style from ('Sup?)
I came with a sly wink and a shit grin with a pimp limp and a foul tongue
I'm a Brooklyn son, set adrift in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are locked, I got no shots left, better prep for God
Not long, he'll be talkin the same shit, I am just impossible
Got a right to be hostile, motherfucker life is a coffin, layin' down in it ain’t awesome
Every single moment you spend in the dirt is a worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know shit (No shit)
Me and Mike will straight write your obit
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
And the obit goes like this: "Here lies a punk bitch, real fuckboy type
Who never want shit, 'bout as soft as his momma's own tit
And sensitive as his old lady's clit", real bust-out bitch
She fuck my clique, obscene, absurd with the words
I cleaned up curbs with the blood and the bones of you nerds
I kill with the mic and murder with words
I'm known on the corners where murders occur, I cruise in the verse where murderers lurk
When god in the building, who they gonna hurt
Let me hear you say Run The Jewels (Run The Jewels)
I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees meaning I obliterate yo' shit
Man, every time I try to like a rapper they turn and do ho shit
Make me ski mask on they a-a-ass, run they jewels and mo’ shit
[Verse 1: El-P]
You looking at the guy who the guy that you think that I got my style from got his own style from ('Sup?)
I came with a sly wink and a shit grin with a pimp limp and a foul tongue
I'm a Brooklyn son, set adrift in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are locked, I got no shots left, better prep for God
Not long, he'll be talkin the same shit, I am just impossible
Got a right to be hostile, motherfucker life is a coffin, layin' down in it ain’t awesome
Every single moment you spend in the dirt is a worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know shit (No shit)
Me and Mike will straight write your obit
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
And the obit goes like this: "Here lies a punk bitch, real fuckboy type
Who never want shit, 'bout as soft as his momma's own tit
And sensitive as his old lady's clit", real bust-out bitch
She fuck my clique, obscene, absurd with the words
I cleaned up curbs with the blood and the bones of you nerds
I kill with the mic and murder with words
I'm known on the corners where murders occur, I cruise in the verse where murderers lurk
When god in the building, who they gonna hurt
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