Sea Legs Lyrics - Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels

Really fell out the lane with this shit 

Man, print this shit: I'm a misfit 

Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the district 

Born to the next gen system 

Slow water drip to the temple to live in a prison 

When the walls don't appear to your vision 

One floor down from that mall's that prison 

Where shower stalls'll get all y'all missin' 

Pardon me, I got half-wit vision 

But fuck I know, I just crawled here, cap'n 

Pass me the baton, the rest a ya'll batten the hatches 

In fact, better scram, I'm a bastard 

On the lam in a hatchback blasting some rap shit, trying not to slam into traffic 

With my feet on the wheel and my hands through the moon roof laughing 

Let's crash this 

See the truth from the womb is a fool-proof plan to be doomed while the damned do they dances 

So I move through the room like an animal fooling a master 

But I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact I am drooling at that shit 

I don't only bite but I'm rabid 

Try to pet my fucking head again and I'mma put a tooth through the flesh of the palm that you jack with 

This city just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got traction 

Maybe should've never started this path 

Every time I get a chance to advance it's backwards 

No thanks to my very own actions 

Get a couple good drinks in the kid 

I can flip on a friend, take a drug, fuck a chick that I shouldn't 

Oh god, I am one of those mad men 

Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped 

But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops 

I got sea legs 

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Real shit, I came for the jewels 

I'm the killer of kings and fools 

I'm the reason the season for treason starts this evening 

And this evening the odds ain't even 

People praying to the gods but the gods ain't even listening 

Don't matter if you're Muslim, Hebrew, Christian 

When death runs in the distance there will be no Mercy me's 

There will be no reprieve for the thieves 

There will be no respect for The Thrones 

No master mastered these bones 

Your idols all are my rivals 

I rival all of your idols 

I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all your idols 

Niggas will perish in Paris, niggas is nothing but parrots 

I write for the writers that write for the liars that impress you and your parents 

Is this real or another dimension? 

Am I trippin' here in the kitchen? 

Am I a victim of my convictions? 

I feel my sanity slippin' 

And I think I like the freedom 

Cannibal, animal, rappers I eat'em 

Even in Dubai I smoke like it's legal 

Bitch so exotic she rode on a zebra 

Made in America home of the (eagle) 

Home of the (anger), home of the (evil) 

Do what I do for the good of my people 

Holding my lane, smoke jane in a Regal 

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