Jeopardy - Run the Jewels
[Killer Mike:]
I'm finna bang this b_tch the f_ck out!
You betta' -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history bein' made
This muthaf_cka put a mirror on the goddamn screen
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! That's what we're gonna do, Mick
[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 b_tches twerkin' for service
The b_tch's bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like
B_tch 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 motherf_ckers up, leave you naked
The jewels runners, top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, f_ck you cuz, cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You n_ggas ass and trash and trash, f_ck it, I'm too honest
So f_ck you f_ckboys 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 f_ck, then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper ain't sh_t 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 thee behind me
(Run the Jewels)
[El-P:]
I've never been much of sh_t, by most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin
Like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little b_tch
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch
Like assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to s_ck our d_cks
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
That's why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewels runners will always stay rude
Motherf_ck your permission, was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the b_tch sh_t you spit is your f_cking prison
I been here making raw sh_t and never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"
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