Hey. Woo! Woo!. . Run, Run, Run The Jewels. Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy. The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly.
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You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one.
Hear what I say, we are the business today. Fuck shit is finished today. RT & J, we the new PB & J. We dropped a classic today. We did a tablet of acid today.
Take it easy. . Excusez-moi bitches. I'm lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted. No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief. I'm a nut punch wizard.
Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors. Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera. Go cold like the land of Chicago. Child soldiers sprayin' the chopper. But you don't give a fuck, that's them though.
Run the jewels live at the garden. Lickin' off shots and we aim for the darkness. Make it get hot for a target. Kids cook s'mores off the crotch of our targets.
Beware of horses. I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important. Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order. And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on.
Down with the shame. Down with the shame. Used to walk traps in the rain with cocaine. Used to write raps in the traps as I sat in the rain and I prayed that God gave me a lane.
Reminiscinin. On our time of innocence. When we drank that Hennessy. Ate on lamb and venison. Face fucked you in your kitchenette. Fucked you like we tusslin'.
We return from the depths of the badland. With a gun and a knife and a waistband. Went to war with the devil and shaytan. He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan.
Smoke from the loosie drift. Hold it like a crucifix. Blow from the nose I'm a dragon to a gnome. Got a average of bein' excellent the median just dope.
It be feelin' like the life that I'm livin' man out of control. Like every day I'm in a fight for my soul. Could it be that my medicine's the evidence for pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' round on patrol.
Down with the shame. Down with the shame. Used to walk traps in the rain with cocaine. Used to write raps in the traps as I sat in the rain and I prayed that God give me a lane.
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast. Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, fuck the slow mo. . Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book.
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A little toast for the no one's. With a nod to the masters. To the ones with the riches. From the ones who the rags fit. A little smoke for the gone boys.
One time for the pill and the reefer man. Its the young black leader to the people. Man, if you're girl's fine, Nigga might eat. Her man, I'm talkin' middle of the mall like.
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot. Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot. By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas. On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac.
Hey, hey k-. Hey kids!. (This is so crazy!). . Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses. We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses.