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Run The Jewels

Genres: Hip-Hop

Everybody Stay Calm [explicit] Lyrics - Run The Jewels

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 

Speed bag ya' ball bag leave none in it 

We, we got one ambition 

Re-up and puff til the month go missing 

 

Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella 

I, I rumble don't stumble young fellow 

Got a stinger in the '69 bumblebee yellow 

I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a hater can't tell her 

Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous 

I'm the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers 

 

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I, I'm a goddamn savage 

Eat with no hands I don't even use napkins 

Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing 

Hey El, the AR's an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit 

Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off 

And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off 

 

Take it easy partner 

Ain't no chilling in the land of the villains 

Ain't no chilling, ain't no chilling 

 

They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous 

Too old to change, I'ma stay with paper 

Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces 

We talk too loud, won't remain in our places 

Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist 

Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor 

I don't do meek anymore, guy, save it 

The laughing is done now, time to cry later 

 

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Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your business 

You can't pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this 

Paraplegics, you don't run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption 

Think you stylin', think you stuntin' 

I'll smack the fuck out ya' ass for frontin' 

That seems a little aggressive 

 

Oompa-loompas, I'll shoot a tune atcha medullas 

I'm cool as a rule but I'll scalp a ruler 

I'm new to this town, I'm a stranger passing 

I see your bum crews, I don't get the hoopla 

(The world got rules they say) That's a rumour 

Benign, nah I'm lying it's a tumour 

They ain't even tryna' buy that we cryin' goobye 

We got dying to do, dude, the design's ruthless 

 

One-two, one-two 

I done read books by Sun-Tzu 

Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too 

The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu 

No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through 

Hurry up we got liquor to run through 

Bales to inhale, lies to not tell 

She told me let her go and then I can exhale 

I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel 

 

Take it easy, partner 

Ain't no chilling in the land of the villains 

Ain't no chilling, ain't no chilling 

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