Close Your Eyes (And Count To Fuck)

(album: Run The Jewels 2 - 2014)

[Zack De La Rocha:]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, fuck the slow mo

[Killer Mike (El-P):]
Fashion slave, you protesting to get in a fucking look book
Everything I scribble's like The Anarchist Cookbook
(Look good, posing in a centerfold of Crook Book)
Black on black on black with a ski mask, that is my crook look
How you like my styling, bruh? Ain't nobody styling, bruh
'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like Riker's Island, bruh
Where my thuggers and my cripples and my bloodles and my brothers?
When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafuckas?
Or take over a jail, give those COs hell
The burning of the sulfur, God damn I love the smell
Like it's a pillow torching, where the fuck the warden?
And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him
We killing 'em for freedom cause they tortured us for boredom
And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord'll sort 'em

[El-P (Killer Mike):]
We out of order, your honor, you're out of order
This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walking corpses
I'm a flip wig synonym, living within distortion
I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores win
I'm a New Yorkian, I fuck for the jump
I wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunch
Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons
(Aye, we the type to beat the preacher with a grin and a gun)

[Hook Zack De La Rocha:]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

[El-P (Killer Mike):]
A wise man once said, ("We all dead, fuck it")
Just spit it disgusting younging, and hold your nuts while you're gunning
I listened, tatted a sentence on my dick last summer
Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder
I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey
The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money
I'm trained in vagina whispering, glistening
Waiting for their christening, I know the neighbors can't help but listen in
A dirty boy who come down on a side of dissonance
I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances
Not shitting you, little buddy, this fucking island's a prison
The only silence I have is an act of conjugal visiting

[Killer Mike (El-P):]
My solitary condition's preventing conjugal visits
Go mane and missing my misses, they keeping me from my children
Conditions create a villain, the villain is giving vision
The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious
Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons
The forehead engravers, enslavers of men and women
Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion
(So stripping kids to the nude and then tell 'em God'll forgive 'em)

[Hook]

[Zack De La Rocha:]
It's De La on the cut, lifting 6 on your stitchy crew
I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brew
My battle status is burning mansions from Dallas to Malibu
Check my résumé, your residence is residue
Call her a skin job and my honey dip'll backflip for you
You playing, God your eye sockets, she gon' rip in two
We sick of bleeding out a trace, spray a victim, you
Done dying, Phillip AK Dicking you
With clips in the bottom, we dipping from Gotham
Yes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin
I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony
Ripped like Rakim Allah, feds is checking my melody
Yes aggressively tested we'll bump stretchers and penalties
Dump cases with face and the cop pleas when we seizing a pump
With reason to dump on you global grand dragons
Still piling fast, plus Afghani toe tagging
Now they tracking me and we busting back, see
The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories

[Hook]