Rubble Kings Theme (dynamite) Lyrics - Singles - Run The Jewels

I've seen Ak-47s 

I've seen sawed off shotguns 

I've seen all of this 

I've seen dynamite on the streets 

Surrounded by violence and murder 

Say, we in the streets and we grippin' on heat 

You got beef then we fryin' your burger 

My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls 

Is all I got, fuck with a murda 

Will happen to you, I am certain 

I'm certain as hell and I'm grippin' the tail of Satan himself: the serpent 

We pullin' in no social service 

We go in the store, they look nervous 

So down me to hell, damn me to jail, like fuck you, we robbin' the merchants 

The preachers sound silly in service 

Convincin' my mama that all of the drama must certainly serve higher purpose 

How fightin' could turn into curses 

When I tell her any god that make it plenty hard really ain't worth it to worship 

Man, I believe in my patches, man I believe in my fists 

Man, I believe in bandanas and pistols and holdin' down, rockin' my sets 

Born into turmoil and trouble, I became King of the Rubble 

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Everythin' out here is broken, or blemished and battered, and tattered, but mine 

You let it burn and decay and created the kings of the cinder divine 

I am done asking and pleading and begging you recognize I am alive 

You are done walking inside of the section you're treading in, there was a line 

Cement block, hard rock, it don't stop, get it, get it 

Your whole block's soft, it comes off like skittish bitches 

We're wolves to the bitter finish 

Not full, gotta get it in, get it? get us dinner 

Violators tryna finish any little sentence, we will sentence sinners 

It all stinks, but where we live is where the set's sinkin' 

They say sorry son accept it, same old song of the subjectors 

Sorry sirs, but we don't sing along to anthems or your pledges 

In your garbage rose the rulers of the restless, do not test us 

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