[Intro: Killer Mike]
I'm finna bang this bitch the fuck out!
You better -- You might wanna record the way you feeling like history being made
This muthafucka put a mirror on the goddamn screen
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what we're gonna do next?
[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 serviceThe bitches bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like
Bitch give it up or stand adjacent to SatanBad 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 itNever fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you nakedThe jewel runners, top tag team for two summersLive and let live, fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's honorI'm walkin' totin' on two llamasYou niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I'm too honestSo fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and MikeyYou meet another pair better - highly unlikelyAnd if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, then fight meI live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites meYou know your favorite rapper ain't shit and me, I might beThe closest representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right kneeThe 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 BPrevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me(Run the Jewels)
[Verse 2: El-P]I've never been much of shit, by most measurements don't exist on the radar a little blip in the shadow of mothershipsBeen smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little bitchBut maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch like assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arroganceWhen nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win so we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dickI live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace youThe kitten became a lion that look at your face like great foodThat's why we got the people behind usWhile other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewel runners will always stay rudeMotherfuck your permission
Was never yours to begin withAnd every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prisonI been here making raw shit and never asked to be laudedRun the Jewels is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"
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