Get It Lyrics - Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels

Penny ante your bets up 

Any sanity left (nah) 

Any chance for humanity's landing on who's the next up 

Hope we handed 'em ammo enough to work from the neck up 

Those who handling damage control don't wish us the best luck 

I'm a living in smoke type 

Floating with a grin over the moat type 

Harry Allen on you bitch, I believe no hype 

Closer to the edge than even we want to admit 

If this don't go right 

Then assholes like myself are proven so right 

All I got is this rap shit 

All I want is a castle 

And to move like a man with a minimum of harassment 

The company of women with opinions and fat asses 

That's my list of demands 

You don't answer them, get the Gatling 

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I'm stuck in a time capsule 

When rap was actually factual 

Meanest shit you spit might cause killers to come and clap at you 

Stupid, goofy, stooly 

The gooch in Gucci will slap you 

And that go for the cop kissing cats that's in the back of you 

They all sweet as Little Richard damn 

Good God al-Molly 

It make a nigga like me go "Woo!" and rob the party 

I exit stepping with my weapon with the Jefferson walk 

If you expressing any objections you can get left in chalk 

So my suggestion's let a G be 

Forgive my transgressions 

Or I'mma be in Catholic confessions professing depression 

I'm chin checking, chill stressing, on your button I'm pressing 

Mike'll fuck a rapper's life up like Mo'Nique did to Precious 

You know I... 

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My name is Jaime Meline 

I'm not chasing the green, I'm taking it 

Bosses don't change a thing in the name of seemingly making it 

Servants'll kiss the ring of whoever they think is paying 'em 

You don't deserve the spit that they hurdled up in your face and shit 

My name is Michael Render 

And we are the new Avengers 

We're here to tell you all your false idols are just pretenders 

They're corporation slaves indentured to all the lenders 

So even if you got seven figures, you still a nigga 

Some men aren't meant for the light to be shined on their shitty talking 

Ya'll better off trying to hide like the yay in a little pocket 

We're overly fucking awesome 

They watch and adopt our concepts 

They squawk at the Run the Jewels squad 

We skin 'em then cop a coffin