Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1
(专辑: Run The Jewels 2 - 2014)
[Killer Mike:] Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' noodles Last album voodoo, proved that we was fucking brutal I'm talking crazy, half past the
clock is cuckoo You rappers doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money buku My beats is banging, fuck what you rapping, who produced you? I
slapped the
snot, take what ya got and Run The
Jewels you [El-P:] You itsy bitsy furry fright and fricking sickly A
little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming Look at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for living I
deal in dirty work, do the
deed and then dash, ditch 'em I'd lend a
hand but they stuck in a
fist and gun position We run our brand where destruction's the
number one commitment It's all a
joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings So we disappear in the
smoke like we're fucking magicians [Killer Mike & El-P:] No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a
notice Top of the
morning, my fist to your face is fucking Folgers We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders You punks is pussy proverbial pansy panty holders I
Jake the
Snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums Macabre massacres killing cunts in my colosseum They all actors, giving top in back of a
BM I'd fall back if the
casting calls are ending in semen [El-P:] I'm the
foulest, no need for any evaluations I'm a
phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces Any cow that is sacred will get deface'd Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced, face it The
fellows at the
top are likely rapists But you like "Mellow out man, just relax, it's really not that complicated" Well pardon me, I
guess I'm just as sane as you explain'ed Or maybe sanctifying the
sadistic is derange'd [Killer Mike:] This Run The
Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic music Psychotics use it then lose it, junkies simply abuse it That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin coffin I
probably smell like a
pound when they put me in a
coffin The
gates of hell are pugnaciously pacing, waiting I
give a
fuck if I'm late, tell Satan be patient But I
ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations And tell 'em fuck 'em, I
never loved 'em and salutations