A Christmas Fucking Miracle Lyrics - Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels

That was me in BK on Atlantic 

Never looked both ways, ran in traffic 

Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant 

Placed where the steel and cement became nature 

Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous 

Cityscape where the blood of good men courses 

And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain 

Take a knee to the gods and get horse shit 

Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it 

Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred 

Shit'll get in your head and cause panic 

Have you desperately begging to get famous 

Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned 

Sanity on the fringe of distorted 

Who are they to just take shit and hoard it? 

Who am I that I don't get my portion? 

The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces 

Don't fret little man, don't cry 

They can never take the energy inside you were born with 

Knowing that, understand you could never be poor 

You already won the war, you were born rich 

You can only take the energy you had going back to the realm or the home where your lord is 

Whoever whatever that lord is couldn't give a fuck if you ever made fortunes 

Fuck anyone ever trying to run that bum shit 

Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live 

Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us don't understand love's importance 

And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth where the ashes and dust got formed in 

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The beat breaks and your teeth break 

Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake 

It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs falling out your mouth and on to the landscape 

Me and EL-P do the secret handshake 

Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face 

'Till he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake 

(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say 

Into the wild, wildstyle ghetto child running wild 

Where the lions and the owls stay 

The powers that be even offered up reprieves 

Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees 

But they can give that to the kings and queens and the worshipers of idols and followers of things 

Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages 

It's kill or be killed and I'm working with the averages 

My professor Emeritus say we been cursed being brought to the Americas 

How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage 

Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages 

But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative 

Product of a teenage love, my arrogance to rise from the pride and the job my parents did 

Named Mike I was told it was godlike 

Even danced with the devil, came out alright 

OK, honor y'all? No way 

Still spell America with the triple K 

Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea 

And any MC peepin' what I go through 

Real rap, my last line's so true 

Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu too 

We do it for you 

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