Banana Clipper Lyrics - Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels

I move with the elegance of an African elephant 

I presented the evidence eloquent as a president 

Evident, it's whatever since I deserve me a championship 

But before I banana clip, I'mma chill so my man can rip 

Little man against... and with the heart of an orphan 

I've got the words of a murderer and an eye for distortion 

You take a slice of my portion, I'll take a piece of your profit 

I'll drive at illegal speeds and keep an oz. in my pocket 

We run the jewels in your town, a quarter pound on my person 

I'm known for pounding the stage, I'm talkin' burning and cursing 

Producer gave me a beat, said "it's the beat of the year!" 

I said "El-P didn't do it, so get the fuck out of here!" 

You wanna hang? Bring your throat - I've got stool and a rope 

I'm a slang pope - orang' in a land with a man's flow 

A new addition to the art of the old code 

That's fully retarded, and put a part in your bone dome 

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And we the villains, we ain't tagged 'em as bad guys 

Mercy me, merciless me, putting pain in their sad eyes 

It's time for Skywalker talkers to meet the true Darth Vader 

I hit your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her 

So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect 

Before I Melvin on you, Jody, put my arm on my neck 

Or worse yet, be the reason your girl want a divorce 

Be at her crib with your kids sayin' "fuck your fort!" 

Lil' nigga... 

The style is radiation leaking, my island 

Also known as Chernobyl talk, listen for the sirens 

Where's the green? I'm a hoarder - you're the poor distorter 

Sort of morbid, sonning these f-ckin' whoredom explorers 

I'm bored - enough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sure 

You sucked a good dick for the fame and couldn't resist getting played 

I f-ck like I'm headed to war, I'm really not playing no games 

Like... goddamnit, I'll kill the Carrie that mentions my name 

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I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beat 

I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of their feet 

If they refuse to run the jewels, we beat the bottoms of feet 

I'm talkin grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth 

And me a Jaime killed the competition, top of the heap 

Is where we staying, with their corpses resting under our feet 

I sent their moms a little cash and a sympathy letter 

Told her she "raised a bunch of f-ck boys - next time, do better" 

Bitch... 

We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the city 

Daddy Fat Sax don't give a damn 

'Cause can't no new nigga get with me 

Now it's true niggas or simply simpleminded Simple Simons 

Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by design, and... 

But I be rhyming - no payola is required 

My bank account obese as f-ck while yours sits on a diet 

Nigga, your lease is up, you're fired - quiet, that's how the boss talk 

Retain ownership on everything, every car bought 

And paid for, no neighbours 'cause I'm sittin' on acres 

Went to Vegas, jumped a broom 'cause I wasn't trippin' on papers 

Or no pre-nuptial agreement for my money 

If we broke up, and she took half, I'd still be sitting on commas 

Eight figures, nigga...