Bust No Moves Lyrics - Run The Jewels

Early morning riser reefer chiefer 

You paid the most but me, I get it cheaper 

Strong rapper reefer, wrap it in a big cohiba 

I get so high I close my eyes and swore that I saw Jesus 

I take another toke and God damn I feel comatose 

I double cup and that's what's up and then I'm leaning fool 

I'm talking any given Sunday, Willie Beamen ho 

My bitch say that I get too high it might kill my brain 

I tell her that she talk too much and she should give some brain 

We used to fuck a lot but now you just fuss and complain 

What a fuckin' shame, hit the door and hit the block 

Avoid the walking dead, the zombies still hunt and rob 

My days of wasting time, slanging dimes is way behind 

I'm still tryna be a mover with a Mason's mind 

I will get a mil, ain't nobody taking mine 

You sorry suckers, see you saps at the finish line 

You know I steady grind 

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I stay higher than Messiah, I ain't never grinding 

You see them Jewel runners coming, but we body body 

We bout that LPP we diggin' other people's pockets 

Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, ain't no other way around it 

I want the rings and the chains, Run the Jewels 

I want the watches and the bracelets, Run the Jewels 

We at the table eating everybody food 

Invasion of the chains, snatchers better not bust a move 

I'm a dummy I'm running with more than fucking scissors 

I'm the Cadillac, of fuck you, back off me you bitches 

You the Cadillac of "Fuck, I just suck at this rap shit" 

I'm the Cadillac of "Suck it, I'm fucking disastrous" 

We the Hardy and Thom of the plant a bomb game 

The lead em all to the mall and set 'em off game 

You wanna hang like Hussein 

Eat a mile of my shit then put your lips to my true brain 

And get the hash tag #fartnoise 

I used to give a half-fuck, now I just laugh 

I barely blink when it gets bad, maybe I'm crass 

I pull the ducts out my eyes, I don't cry, I just can't 

Killer Mike brought the fire pack 

Light it off the sinners of the city where the riots at 

The living fuck boy eraser 

Carve initials in the wet cement right where you died at 

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Who wanna run a summer with the jewel runners? 

Got your girlfriend hotter than two summers 

Everybody tough til they see them two's on em 

Then they do a number two in they True Religions 

"Lord please don't shoot!", they get too religious 

Truth is we go vicious on these stool pigeons 

Pistol pointed at they missus like I killed these bitches 

We Run the Jewels and when we talking pimpin', pay attention 

Run the Jewels we a bit odd 

We bad news, you barely get a fat chance to slim odds 

You barely get a short plank for long walks, taught like a sawn-off 

No laws when I taught, nah 

And I'm kalashnikov spitting 

We always take the time to smell the rose when it wither 

I'd say better luck tomorrow 

But the horror of your life is me and Mike are just beginning