Sea Legs
(专辑: Run The Jewels - 2013)
[El-P:] 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 missing 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 [Hook:] 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 [x3] [Killer Mike:] 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
tripping here in the
kitchen? Am I a
victim of my convictions? I
feel my sanity slipping 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 [Hook]