Hey Kids (bumaye) Lyrics - Run The Jewels

Hey, hey k- 

Hey kids! 

(This is so crazy!) 

Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses 

We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses 

Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes 

Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes 

All cause I'm motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes 

Killer, killer, dealing with him like he's a squealer 

Get 'em, got 'em, shout 'em, and flipped the matress 

Woo! I'm the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob 

Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs 

Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain't flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin' it 

Run through a motherfucker's face like ig'nant, isn't it 

Domain eminent, we the preeminant 

Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous 

Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it 

Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin' it, yeah 

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Bumaye 

Bumaye 

Bumaye 

Bumaye 

Aye, aye kids 

I'm the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey 

I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps 

They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns 

I got half an hour, I'll burn half a pound and I have to run 

Killers of the earth get scared 

You do not get one word 

You do not live for the heard 

Even you living's absurd, better off kicked to the curb 

That is my word 

Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved 

In the Berenstain riff, I'm a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve 

It's like nothin' not broke, can't stand the scope in the booth 

I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date 

Better call may day, baby I'll spray, I'm an AK 

They flayed and plated, I'm serving dead meat fame to table 

Cain to Able, death's apprentice 

Run the Jewels'll make last breaths Brexit 

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Bumaye 

Bumaye 

Bumaye 

Bumaye 

Word architect, when I arch the tech, I'll part ya' neck 

Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head 

Like a gram of blow, you inject 

My words infect like insects havin' incest, I'm in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it's Wednesday 

I'm sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate 

That's pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on 'em twenty-eight 

Get pearl tongue like every day, so I run them jewels in every state 

I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el's out a p with El-P 

My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can't fit me 

No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski 

Please be alarmed, be warned 

Please be alarmed, be warned 

Give up that charm or get harmed 

Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone 

You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you