Hear what I say, We are the business today,
Fuck shit is finished today, (what?)
R-T and J, We the new PB&
We dropped a classic today, (what?)
We did a tablet of acid today,
Lit joints with the matches and ashes away.
Skkkrt! We dash away,
Donner and Dixon, the pistol is wrapped on the way.
Doctors of death
Curing our patients of breath,
We are the pain you can trust,
Crooked at work,
Cooking up curses and slurs.
Smoking my brain into mush,
I became famous for flaming you fucks,
Maiming my way through the brush,
There is no training or taming of me and my bruh,
Look like a man, but I’m animal raw.
We are the murderous pair
That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there,
Then went to hell and discovered the devil, delivered some hurt and despair.
Used to have powder to push,
Now I smoke pounds of the kush,
Holy, I’m burnin’ a bush,
Now I give a fuck about none of this shit,
Jewel runner over and out of this bitch.
[El-P:](Step into the spotlight!)
Copping of uppers and downers get done,
I’m in a rush to be numb,
Dropping a thousand ain’t much,
Come from the clouds on a missile to turn this whole town into dust.
Don’t make a sound, baby, hush,
I am the living swipe right on the mic, I’m a slut,
I don’t know how to not spit like a lout,
I’ll spill a pound of my kids on your couch.
Half of a mongrel and mythical team,
Villainous treacherous things,
Legend says El is a spawn outta hell,
The myth is my mama’s a murderous queen.
Your life can end like in Godfather one,
You get the gun as I christen my son,
If I die today and it’s hell I should pay,
Tell the Lord Mikey said, «Fuck, it was fun.»
Every new record’s my dick in a box,
We get a doozy, the mula’s a lock,
You’re getting used to me doing no wrong,
I don’t play chicken, you prick, I’m a fox,
You wanna kick it, I’ll give you the rocks,
You kiss the wood chipper blade if you balk,
I’m fucking magic, in fact I’m a warlock a talk,
I got a unicorn horn for a… (stop!)(Step into the spotlight!)
Mike Pentangeli won’t snitch,
I’ll rent a room at the Ritz,
I’ll sip a fifth of the whisk’,
I’ll smoke a dub in the tub
Then I will split both my wrists.
I’ll pull a sword on you simps,
Just with a flick of the wrist,
Get your neck giving up mist,
Me and Mike skip away whistling and grin,
Every day’s golden when you only win.
Bullying bastards and beating on beats,
Sounds like a day at the beach. (preach!)
I keep it middle school, Step on your feet
Before you can speak, Blow to the teeth.
We move among the ones you think are meek,
You think I’m lion, you right, see my teeth,
Don’t be a bore when I’m roaring vamoose,
Hunting’s no fun when your prey doesn’t move.
I’ll put a gun to a bunny like, “Choose
Say something funny or bunny go boom.”
You got a bevy a shit you could groove,
We’d like to thank you choosing our crew.
And that’s from the crew you can trust,
Warranty plus for fuckin’ shit up,
We are the no good’er, do good’ers known to the dancers and dealers and doers of dust.
Исполнитель: Run The Jewels