Run The Jewels - Angel Duster lyrics
[Run The Jewels - Angel Duster lyrics]
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirit's
We're still here running 'round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughing
Don't walk away when I talk
I'm telling you "turn around, mister"
I got a permanent bop
Who the hell do I think I am not?
And I'm twice as hot as about half of hell
I get lighthouse lit up, get down, Diduck
The boy got a barracuda bite, you can tell
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead in the sky
Got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain 'cause
The world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust
Somewhere between love and lust
A nut get bust and a baby get made
It seems that trouble trouble us and
Follow us like all our days
In every holy book it says we suffer
That's what it is
So riddle me this from the womb to the tomb
Why do we fight to live?
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirit's
We're still here running 'round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughing
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead in the sky
Got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain, the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust
You say you wanna be my leader
I think you wanna be my God
You say you on the side of the righteous
(right) I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong
There's truth where the filth is
There's lies in the law
You want a whore with a white dress
I want a wife in a thong
You love fear and division
(don't you?) I don't fuck with your symbolism
I don't give a fuck about power
I'll pluck an eye out a pyramid
Cut an ear from a mouse hat
Go Van Gogh on a house rat
Find another mind to devour
Motherfucker I'm really not hearing it
A pope is a fraud, a church is a lie
A queen is the same damn thing
You should pray to your fake god that she die
God really exists? I'll tell you
Like this: it reside inside
And anybody tell you different
Just selling you religion
Tryna keep your ass in line
I kill my masters, I mentor none
That means when I die, that's it
My style is gone I'm a one of one
One half of the great RTJ
Defeated the odds, went to war with the gods
Earned all our scars and came back straight
(RTJ)
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirit's
We're still here running round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughing
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead in the sky
Got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain 'cause
The world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust angel Dust
Angel Dust
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirit's
We're still here running 'round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughing
Don't walk away when I talk
I'm telling you "turn around, mister"
I got a permanent bop
Who the hell do I think I am not?
And I'm twice as hot as about half of hell
I get lighthouse lit up, get down, Diduck
The boy got a barracuda bite, you can tell
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead in the sky
Got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain 'cause
The world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust
Somewhere between love and lust
A nut get bust and a baby get made
It seems that trouble trouble us and
Follow us like all our days
In every holy book it says we suffer
That's what it is
So riddle me this from the womb to the tomb
Why do we fight to live?
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirit's
We're still here running 'round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughing
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead in the sky
Got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain, the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust
You say you wanna be my leader
I think you wanna be my God
You say you on the side of the righteous
(right) I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong
There's truth where the filth is
There's lies in the law
You want a whore with a white dress
I want a wife in a thong
You love fear and division
(don't you?) I don't fuck with your symbolism
I don't give a fuck about power
I'll pluck an eye out a pyramid
Cut an ear from a mouse hat
Go Van Gogh on a house rat
Find another mind to devour
Motherfucker I'm really not hearing it
A pope is a fraud, a church is a lie
A queen is the same damn thing
You should pray to your fake god that she die
God really exists? I'll tell you
Like this: it reside inside
And anybody tell you different
Just selling you religion
Tryna keep your ass in line
I kill my masters, I mentor none
That means when I die, that's it
My style is gone I'm a one of one
One half of the great RTJ
Defeated the odds, went to war with the gods
Earned all our scars and came back straight
(RTJ)
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirit's
We're still here running round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughing
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead in the sky
Got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain 'cause
The world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust angel Dust
Angel Dust