Lyrics:

Run the Jewels!
Run the Jewels!

May as well be that shit number 2
I smoke ganja I would a dread like Busta

Move like Frank you down like a hassa
I move like Jesus die like a mata
Trying to get some hoes on the hot call
How far be away man not far
Greatness they play not all
All night we those juggle nights
Like a young and Fidel
Castro, cash flow, car full of females
Bad hoes we in the DR
Any fuck rapper boy getting out of line I
I pray to put your beat to the goddamn ER
ER ER ER

I spit them country rap tunes like hee haw
Cocaine fish no flow no we rock
Take a snort for yourself shorty see he raw see he roll
That shit shorty go on snort your nose off
Then put the news in the street Tom Brokaw
Cause of you shorty met a bad stoned
Bitch out of Brooklyn and that Brooklyn
Bitch straight got broke off
Yeah she called her home girl from the BX
Freaky little weekend brought ex and weed sex
Couple months later brought'em down to Atlanta
I let'em starve on the banners
That's right yeah reflects
Heard she got a baby daddy
And a nigger acting knaggy
Running round taking bout yeah he flex
Better pray for a hoe...
Cause right now he stay losing like the Jets
Yeah
And I walk around like I got a 36\' chain
And I walk around like I got a 36\' chain

Bitch we be that shit that's right
Little prayer put your thumbs in the air
High five!
I came for the stash box gimme that
I been waiting for this all my life
3 AM and it's still not right
Still awake still away from fading crazy...
Dribble this spit till the street gets wavy
The blitz and pure shit magician kick the skipping
Not too tall dark and handsome man
But I talk dark for ransoms man
Spent grams at those zombies folded origami
Yes I bag the clams anyone object to the style
Get a smile and a backwards hand
Backwards hand backwards hand
Keep that villainous face in the place of an angel
Bringing that buckshot back to the table
Inner veteran earthbound ..
Try to say grace get a face full of staples
Woke up in the city and smell like maple
If you come straight from New York you were late
If you come straight from another place stay tuned
Me and Mike got the whole ...
Be it NYC or the ATL
From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell
We murder death killed every stage we step
Homicide times two better run yourself
Anybody looking for some trouble better submit
We could double Dutch in a minefield
Just the right temperature break beat minister
River dance cleats on your face for the finish

Great!