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Run The Jewels

Genres: Hip-Hop

A Report To The Shareholders / Kill Your Masters [explicit] Lyrics - Run The Jewels

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 

I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this 

Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this 

I just say what I want like I'm made for this 

But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong 

Maybe that's why me and Mike get along 

Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming 

Woo! 

And it sounds like war 

Woo! 

And it breaks our hearts 

When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc 

Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs 

Make a buck and dash, yeah 

Get a little dap like "Yeah I'm the fucking man!", yeah 

Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can" 

It's all jokes and smoke 'till the truth start schemin' 

Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons 

You talk clean and bomb hospitals 

So I speak with the foulest mouth possible 

And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical 

I will not be confused for docile 

I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile 

 

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Choose the lesser of the evil people, and the devil still gon' win 

It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again 

But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again 

At the Dem Conven my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in 

As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate skin 

Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist 'cause I done it again 

Ooh, Mike said "uterus", they acting like Mike said "You a bitch" 

To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it 

Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch!" 

Add a "nigga" for that black writer that started that sewer shit 

I manoeuvrer through manure like a slumdog millionaire 

El-P told me, "Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon' be millionaires" 

I respond with a heavy "Yeah" 

Big bro says "Fuck that, toughen up 

Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough" 

The devil don't sleep, us either 

El spits fire, I spit ether 

We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars 

Coming soon on a new world tour 

Probably play the score for the World War 

At the apocalypse, play the encore 

Turn around, see El, and I smile 

Hell coming and we got about a mile 

Until it's over I remain hostile... 

 

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Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop 

You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you 

I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth 

I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu' 

Life'll get so bad it feel like God mad at you 

But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose, I refuse 

I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views 

I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news 

Garvey-mind, Tyson-punch, this is bad news 

So feel me, follow me 

Devil done got on top of me 

Bad times got a monopoly 

Give up, I did the opposite 

Pitch perfect, did it properly 

Owner killed by his property 

 

This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio 

War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go 

And these invaders from Earth're twerkin' on graves you know 

Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow 

It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you 

They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula-hoop 

And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do 

These fucking fools have forgotten just who been fooling who 

 

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Killer children of men on the throne roving with no atonement 

Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen 

But the flow is a burning wind, blowing to your coast and 

Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions 

Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleeding 

This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings 

Boots on the roof, I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling 

Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin' 

Shit be grim, and de la born a reaper 

Born in the beast and fixin' feast tearin' its features 

The world surges, the nation's nervous 

The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us 

We ain't at your service, won't stay sedated 

Won't state our numbers for names and remain faceless 

We dignified, they can't erase us 

We ain't asleep, we rope a dope through the flames 

Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name 

Run 'em 

 

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