Angel Duster Lyrics - Run The Jewels, Vol. 2 - Run The Jewels

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 

A little nod to the spirits 

We still here runnin' round screaming 

They re still here pointing and laughin' 

Don't walk away when I talk 

I'm tellin' you 

Turn around mister 

I got permanent bop 

Who the hell do I think I am not 

And I'm twice as hot 

As about half of hell 

I get lighthouse lit up 

Get down diduck 

The boy got a barracuda bite 

You can tell 

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Got hope for the living 

Got prayers for the dead 

In the sky got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head 

Got kush for the pain 

Cause the world is dangerous 

Driven great men insane 

Anchor themselves with angel dust 

Somewhere between love and lust 

A nut get bust 

And a baby get made 

It seems that trouble us and follow us like 

All our days 

In every holy book it says we suffer that's what it is 

So riddle me this from the womb to the tomb why do 

We fight to live 

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A little toast for the no ones 

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 

A little nod to the spirits 

We still here runnin' round screaming 

They're still here pointing and laughin' 

Got hope for the living 

Got prayers for the dead 

In the sky got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head 

Got kush for the pain 

Cause the world is dangerous 

Driven great men insane 

Anchor themselves with with angel dust 

You say you wanna be my leader 

I think you wanna be my God you say u on the side of the righteous 

I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong 

There's truth where the filth is 

There's lies in the law 

You want a whore with a white dress 

I wanna wife in a thong 

You love fear and division 

Ain't fuck with your symbolism 

I don't give a fuck about power 

I'll pluck an eye out a pyramid 

Cut a ear from a mouse hat 

Go Van Gough on a house rat 

Find another mind to devour 

Motherfucker I'm really 

Not hearin' it 

A pope is a fraud 

A church is a lie 

A queen is the same damn thing 

You should pray to your fake god that she die 

God really exists I tell you like this it reside inside 

And anybody tell you different, just selling you religion, tryin' to keep your ass in line 

I kill my masters 

I mentor none 

That means when I die that's it 

My style is gone I'm a one of one 

One half of the great RTJ 

Defeated the odds went to war with the gods 

Earned all our scars and came back straight 

A little toast for the no ones 

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 

A little nod to the spirits 

We still here runnin' round screaming 

They're still here pointing and laughin' 

Got hope for the living 

Got prayers for the dead 

In the sky got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head 

Got kush for the pain 

Cause the world is dangerous 

Driven great men insane 

Anchor themselves with with angel dust