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Run The Jewels

tirando el detonador (Mas Aya & Nick Hook's Versión)

 

tirando el detonador (Mas Aya & Nick Hook's Versión)

(album: RTJ CU4TRO - 2022)


[Lido Pimienta:]
Oh-oh-oh

[El-P:]
From a long line of the rancidest swine came the violators
The cloven foot designers of high crime for the iron ages
Twisting down through time, see them tryna unwind creation
Don't be surprised, it's a mistake to think their influence had faded
"Well, what a wretched state of danger we've made here," I thought to me
Perhaps explaining years of self lobotomy, toxicly
Perhaps explaining tears and even tears in my cosmology
You numb yourself for years and it can wear upon you, honestly
These old foxes got a lotta plots to outfox us (Ayy)
Tryna divvy up and dump in corresponding boxes, how obnoxious
Where the heart and mind connect, expect them targeting like archers
You will not travel towards the light if they're in charge of your departure
You'd think the universe forgot us the way the cursed pitch their product (Woo)
As though our spirit's not a fire that can't be snuffed or turned to dollars
Or the expanse across all space can't be contained in one small dollop
Now I see that it's the same moment in history back to haunt us
And here we are again
Hello void, long time watcher, first time calling in
Every cage built needs an occupant
Got a dead bolt, see 'em lock it in
Had a good run, but they stopping it
Wanna walk, man, to the coffin lid
Eat your heart out, fiction fan
Truly the truth's the stranger document

[Lidio Pimienta:]
Mira, mírate
Y ahora mírame a mí, oh
Me río de tí, oh no
Hay un dolor, hay un dolor que duele solo en las entrañas del pelo que tus alas mojó
Míralo tú, míralo
Quiero que se hacía, quiero que si no, creo si no, no, no, no, no, no
Ayy, no lo creo jamás que duele tanto
Esa granada del mal
Y una Daga del mal

[Killer Mike:]
At best, life is difficult, poor and you pitiful
Then every day's like a satanic ritual
Beautiful soul with a rogue and the criminal
How long must the holy hold onto they principles?
Kicking and screaming while watching the demons
Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals
My pastor say, "God has promised us paradise
Live a good life, it is pivotal"
I promised my mama that I would stay honest
But I want it all in the physical
And promise I'm honest, I'll probably be punished
'Cause keeping that promise too difficult
So picture me red as I sit on the bed
With my hands on my head and this pistol too
Why the fuck must I be miserable?
The devils, they do the despicable
And still, they move like they invincible
These filthy criminals sit at the pinnacle
Doing the typical, keeping us miserable
Taking the most and providing the minimal
Hate to sound cynical, but shit is pitiful, times is just critical
Like Jimmy Savile, they cheerfully kill kids in a ritual
I'll murder the miserables, I'll make it all biblical
I'll cut off their heads, they'll beg for their life and I'll put it up digital
Fuck the political, the mission is spiritual
A murderous miracle that was sent here to just punish the terrible

[Lido Pimienta:]
Oh, no me arrepiento
Aunque lo siento que te dolió
Cuando te tire esa granada y te metí la Daga
Bien dentro de la sangre por hijo'e'puta
Por engañarme ma', que no

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