Run The Jewels - Get It lyrics
[Run The Jewels - Get It lyrics]
Penny ante your bets up, any sanity left?
(Nah) any chance for humanity's landing on
Who's the next up
Hope we handed 'em ammo enough to
Work from the neck up
Those who handling damage control don't
Wish us the best luck
I'm a living in smoke type
Floating with a grin over the moat type
Harry Allen on you bitch, I believe no hype
Closer to the edge than even we want to admit
If this don't go right
Then assholes like myself are proven so right
All I got is this rap shit
All I want is a castle
And to move like a man
With a minimum of harassment
The company of women with
Opinions and fat asses
That's my list of demands
You don't answer them, get the Gatling
I'm stuck in a time capsule
When rap was actually factual
Meaning shit you spit might cause killers
To come and clap at you
Stupid, goofy, stooly
The gooch in Gucci will slap you
And that go for the cop-kissing cats
That's in the back of you
They all sweet as Little Richard, damn
Good God al-Molly it make a nigga like me go
"Woo!" and rob the party
I exit stepping with my weapon
With the Jefferson walk
If you expressing any objections
You can get left in chalk
So my suggestion's let a G be
Forgive my transgressions
Or I'mma be in Catholic confessions
Professing depression
I'm chin checking, chill stressing
On your button I'm pressing
Mike'll fuck a rapper's life up
Like Mo'Nique did to Precious
You know I get it
My name is Jamie Meline
I'm not chasing the green, I'm taking it
Bosses don't change a thing in the
Name of seemingly making it
Servants'll kiss the ring of whoever
They think is paying 'em
You don't deserve the spit that they
Hurdled up in your face and shit
My name is Michael Render
And we are the new Avengers
We're here to tell you all your
False idols are just pretenders
They're corporation slaves indentured to
All the lenders
So even if you got seven figures
You still a nigga
Some men aren't meant for the light
To be shined on their shitty talking
Ya'll better off trying to hide like
The yay in a little pocket
We're overly fucking awesome
They watch and adopt our concepts
They squawk at the Run the Jewels squad
We skin 'em then cop a coffin
You know I get it
(Nah) any chance for humanity's landing on
Who's the next up
Hope we handed 'em ammo enough to
Work from the neck up
Those who handling damage control don't
Wish us the best luck
I'm a living in smoke type
Floating with a grin over the moat type
Harry Allen on you bitch, I believe no hype
Closer to the edge than even we want to admit
If this don't go right
Then assholes like myself are proven so right
All I got is this rap shit
All I want is a castle
And to move like a man
With a minimum of harassment
The company of women with
Opinions and fat asses
That's my list of demands
You don't answer them, get the Gatling
I'm stuck in a time capsule
When rap was actually factual
Meaning shit you spit might cause killers
To come and clap at you
Stupid, goofy, stooly
The gooch in Gucci will slap you
And that go for the cop-kissing cats
That's in the back of you
They all sweet as Little Richard, damn
Good God al-Molly it make a nigga like me go
"Woo!" and rob the party
I exit stepping with my weapon
With the Jefferson walk
If you expressing any objections
You can get left in chalk
So my suggestion's let a G be
Forgive my transgressions
Or I'mma be in Catholic confessions
Professing depression
I'm chin checking, chill stressing
On your button I'm pressing
Mike'll fuck a rapper's life up
Like Mo'Nique did to Precious
You know I get it
My name is Jamie Meline
I'm not chasing the green, I'm taking it
Bosses don't change a thing in the
Name of seemingly making it
Servants'll kiss the ring of whoever
They think is paying 'em
You don't deserve the spit that they
Hurdled up in your face and shit
My name is Michael Render
And we are the new Avengers
We're here to tell you all your
False idols are just pretenders
They're corporation slaves indentured to
All the lenders
So even if you got seven figures
You still a nigga
Some men aren't meant for the light
To be shined on their shitty talking
Ya'll better off trying to hide like
The yay in a little pocket
We're overly fucking awesome
They watch and adopt our concepts
They squawk at the Run the Jewels squad
We skin 'em then cop a coffin
You know I get it