Jeopardy Lyrics - Run The Jewels, Vol. 2 - Run The Jewels

I'm gonna bang this bitch the fuck out! 

You betta' -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history bein' made 

This muthafucka put a mirror on the goddamn screen 

Let's go, El-P! 

Huh? Champ! That's what we're gonna do, Mick 

I'm up at midnight 

I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes 

A gun and a metal pizzipe 

A knizzife is to my rizzight 

I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose 

I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight? 

I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for service 

The bitches bag is a Birkin 

I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin' 

I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like 

Bitch give it up or stand adjacent to Satan 

Bad man 

Chillin' the villains is here 

No Jesuses here 

I hear the demons in my ear 

And I want it. I need it. See it. I take it 

Never fake it 

Rap you motherfuckers up 

Leave you naked 

The jewels runners 

Top tag team for two summers 

Live and let live fuck you cuz 

Cause that's a fool's honor 

I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas 

You Niggas ass and trash and trash 

Fuck it, I'm too honest 

So fuck you fuckboys forever 

I hope I said it politely 

And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey 

You meet another pair better 

Highly unlikely 

And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me 

I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me 

You know your favorite rapper ain't shit 

And me, I might be 

The closest representation of God you might see 

Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee 

The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three 

Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me 

I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B 

Prevail through Hell, so Satan get thee behind me 

(Run the Jewels) 

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I've never been much of shit by most measurements. Don't exist on the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships 

Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin like the sign on my back says "stab me". 

My soul is your little bitch 

But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch like assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance 

When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win so we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dicks 

I live to spit on your grave. 

My existence is to disgrace you 

The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food 

That's why we got the people behind us 

While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewels runners will always stay rude 

Motherfuck your permission 

Was never yours to begin with 

And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prison 

I been here making raw shit and never asked to be lauded 

Run the Jewels is the answer. Your question is what's poppin'? 

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