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[Intro: Killer
I'm gonna bang bitch the fuck out!
You betta' -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history made
This muthafucka put a mirror on the screen
go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! That's what we're do, Mick

[Verse 1: Mike]
I'm up at midnight, I'm off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' on pussies who lack a purpose
got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight?
I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches for service
The bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces at random like
Bitch it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the in my ear
And I want it , I need it, see it, I it
Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you
The runners, top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's
I'm walkin' totin' on two
You Niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I'm too
So fuck you forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another better, highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then fuck, then fight me
I live for the of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your rapper ain't shit and me, I might be
The closest of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and a right knee
The passion of Pac, the of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get thee me

(Run the Jewels)

[Verse 2:
I've never been much of shit, by measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip in the of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin Like the sign on my says "stab me", my soul is your little bitch
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and monsters to suck our dicks
I live to spit on your grave, my is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face great food
That's why we got the people us
other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewels runners will always stay rude
Motherfuck your permission, was never yours to begin
And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking
I been here raw shit and never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer, question is "what's poppin'?"