[Intro]
Oh my
Oh my
[Verse 1: El-P]
f*** the law, they can eat my d***, that's word to Pimp
(You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2)
f*** the law, they can eat my d***, that's word to Pimp
I don't f*** with or talk like all these f*****' imps
Style violent, give a f*** if you deny it, kids
You can all run naked backwards through a field of d***s
f*** the world, don't ask me for s***, that's word to B.I.G
I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it don't exist, Soak it in and need no a**ist
You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you s***
Trust me, I'm a doctor DOOM
Oper-rate of my pulse won't raise a bit
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina
Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina
It's obese female opera singer
You can run the jewels or lose your fingers
Me and El-P got time to kill
Got folks to kill on overkill
He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel
There's one black, one white, we shoot to kill
That f***boy life about to be repealed
That f***boy s*** about to be repelled
f***boy Jihad, kill infidels
Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and El
[Verse 3: El-P]
Life is hell, death's a b****
And these FUBAR rulers getting rich
I cop a zip, it opens up
I smoke it up, go home and f***
C'est la vie girl, when in Rome
I gave the face, please pay with dome
My business card says you're in luck
I do two things, I rap and f***
[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I f*****' rap
I tote the strap
I smoke the kush
I beat the puss
I read the books, did the math
Don't need a preacher preachin' on my behalf
No teacher can't teach my arrogant a**
I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey
Aye baby you with me?
[Hook]
Oh my
Don't cry (x4)
[Verse 5: El-P]
[Whip Crack]
We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop
Don't stop
Work a worker 'til chest pop
Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested
I'm self-invented
That's no illusion
There's no confusion
You see the future. You fear the future
I've seen the truth and I'm so deluded
I been a better bad guy than I been better than bad
Been a better bully, talk beatin' on my chest
In fact I'm half stack from a rack
I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts
Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them that
ATLien, NY felon rap
[Verse 6: Killer Mike]
Handle me wrong I'm snappin'
Show up at your class, what's happenin'?
Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic
Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc
Everybody stepped on the kid I'm letting them have it (have it)
Leaving they momma to say "what happened?"
Who gonna buy my baby a casket?
f*** that b**** I'm a b******
[Verse 7: El-P]
Megablast, I'm mega lit
On Highway 6 and I'm not strapped in
I don't crash, b****, I just skid
You got the cash, I'll make the trip
I make the trip, you better pay
Done worse for less, don't make my day
I'm not from Earth, from far away
I bust through chests like baby greys
[Verse 8: Killer Mike]
Runnin' the jewels of the game
Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'caine
Spittin' the sickness again
Parents is livid again
Kids is just f*****' insane
Pointin' that pistol and fist for the chain
Reppin the symbol like they in a gang
Delivery dope like a dosage of dope or a noseful of c**e for a junkie or fiend
[Hook]
Oh my
Don't cry(x2)
Oh my
Oh my
[Verse 1: El-P]
f*** the law, they can eat my d***, that's word to Pimp
(You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2)
f*** the law, they can eat my d***, that's word to Pimp
I don't f*** with or talk like all these f*****' imps
Style violent, give a f*** if you deny it, kids
You can all run naked backwards through a field of d***s
f*** the world, don't ask me for s***, that's word to B.I.G
I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it don't exist, Soak it in and need no a**ist
You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you s***
Trust me, I'm a doctor DOOM
Oper-rate of my pulse won't raise a bit
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina
Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina
It's obese female opera singer
You can run the jewels or lose your fingers
Me and El-P got time to kill
Got folks to kill on overkill
He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel
There's one black, one white, we shoot to kill
That f***boy life about to be repealed
That f***boy s*** about to be repelled
f***boy Jihad, kill infidels
Allahu Akbar, BOOM from Mike and El
[Verse 3: El-P]
Life is hell, death's a b****
And these FUBAR rulers getting rich
I cop a zip, it opens up
I smoke it up, go home and f***
C'est la vie girl, when in Rome
I gave the face, please pay with dome
My business card says you're in luck
I do two things, I rap and f***
[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I f*****' rap
I tote the strap
I smoke the kush
I beat the puss
I read the books, did the math
Don't need a preacher preachin' on my behalf
No teacher can't teach my arrogant a**
I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey
Aye baby you with me?
[Hook]
Oh my
Don't cry (x4)
[Verse 5: El-P]
[Whip Crack]
We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop
Don't stop
Work a worker 'til chest pop
Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested
I'm self-invented
That's no illusion
There's no confusion
You see the future. You fear the future
I've seen the truth and I'm so deluded
I been a better bad guy than I been better than bad
Been a better bully, talk beatin' on my chest
In fact I'm half stack from a rack
I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts
Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them that
ATLien, NY felon rap
[Verse 6: Killer Mike]
Handle me wrong I'm snappin'
Show up at your class, what's happenin'?
Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic
Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc
Everybody stepped on the kid I'm letting them have it (have it)
Leaving they momma to say "what happened?"
Who gonna buy my baby a casket?
f*** that b**** I'm a b******
[Verse 7: El-P]
Megablast, I'm mega lit
On Highway 6 and I'm not strapped in
I don't crash, b****, I just skid
You got the cash, I'll make the trip
I make the trip, you better pay
Done worse for less, don't make my day
I'm not from Earth, from far away
I bust through chests like baby greys
[Verse 8: Killer Mike]
Runnin' the jewels of the game
Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'caine
Spittin' the sickness again
Parents is livid again
Kids is just f*****' insane
Pointin' that pistol and fist for the chain
Reppin the symbol like they in a gang
Delivery dope like a dosage of dope or a noseful of c**e for a junkie or fiend
[Hook]
Oh my
Don't cry(x2)