Run The Jewels, Danny Brown - Hey Kids (Bumaye) lyrics

[Run The Jewels, Danny Brown - Hey Kids Bumaye lyrics]

Hey, hey k hey, kids
(This is so crazy)

Say hello to the masters
On behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks
And axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch
Your palaces burn to ashes fucking fascists
Who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes?
All 'cause I'm motivated, stimulated
Never smoking simulated happy
And burning hashes killer, killer
Dealing with him like he's a squealer
Get 'em, hit 'em, got 'em, shot 'em
And flipped the mattress
Woo! I'm the man, bitch, got big ideas
Got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates
And the ghost of Jobs
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain't flinch'n
Marshawn Lynch'n it
Run through a motherfucker's
Face like ig'nant, isn't it
Domain eminent, we the pre-eminant
Villainous willingness
Spitting this ready raw rap
Shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave, he digging it
Then we piss in it
Us go to hell, we been in it, getting it
Yeah

Bumaye bumaye
Bumaye bumaye
Hey, hey k hey, kids

I'm the fucking tit's, I hold no
Regard for no fucking myths, aye
I lived half my life to give half
My cash to these half man imps, aye
They got half a heart, they give half
A fuck, they got half the guns, woo!
I got half an hour
I'll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared
You do not get one word
You do not live for the herd
Even you living's absurd
Better off kicked to the curb
That is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no
Wins for the kid, oh, shit, i got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I'm a Biff, so
Sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It's like nothin' not broke
Can't stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play date
Better call mayday, baby I'll spray
I'm an AK they flayed and plated
I'm serving dead meat fame to table
Cain to Abel, death's apprentice
Run the Jewels'll make last breaths Brexit

Bumaye bumaye
Bumaye bumaye
Hey, hey check! Hey, kids

Word architect, when I arch the tech
I'll part ya' neck
Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow
Make you nod your head
Like a gram of blow, you inject
My words infect like insects havin' incest
I'm in check
Like payday on a Thursday and it's Wednesday
I'm sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
That's pussy all on your template
We skate, skate on 'em twenty-eights
Get pearl tongue like every day
So I Run them Jewels in every state
I kill a mic with Killer Mike
Roll el's outta p's wit' El-P
My self-esteem on king, got head so big
No crown can't fit me
New bitch all on my ding-a-ling and
When she ride on it, she wet like a jet-ski
Please be alarmed, be warned
Please be alarmed, be warned
Give up that charm or get harmed
Watch too or your time gone
And the rings or your life
Get pawned and we gone

You made my eardrums bleed and
I will pinch you

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