Run The Jewels - Holy Calamafuck (Live at Holy Calamavote) lyrics

All them-a talk, them beat back them words
All them-a talk, them beat back them words
All them-a talk, them beat back them words
All All A All  All A
All them-a talk, them beat back them words
All them-a talk, them beat back them words
(Yo, yeah)
All them-a talk, them beat back them words
(Yo, yeah) all All All All

The law defier, the non-complier
The death defier
The Mike Myers, murder rapper for hire
Doer of drivе-byers, the back back
Clack-clack let it loosе
Murder all witnesses and survivors
That's a job completer, dependable contractor
The backhand wack rap slapper
Mr leather Bomber Taker
Catch ya getting off the escalator
Run the Jewels smooth and


Don't trigger the undertaker
Ayy, as a teen lackin'
I woulda ran me a supreme racket
I woulda took these lames' Supreme jackets
Until you rob a hypebeast
You ain't seen sadness
Clockwork Orange madness
Left the scene laughin'

Ayy, we forever-ever
Jaimito y Michael de Render (Mhm)
The pyrotechnicrats, the ol' razzle dazzlers
(Right) the magic bean imbibers (Yes)
The green giant of the rhyme contrivers (Yes)
Supreme violence of the time describers (Yes)
I'm the decider, you evil eyers
A pile driver provider for liars
The sleep depriver the nick of time
Mercy kill denier in my prime
I'll kill the mood, I'm a rudeness MacGyver
I'll slap a yapper from the acne
To the tooth bone fiber, i'm liver
Thought crime designer, criminal minder
And I'm a born and bred in USA
Who chop and screw truth up
Think I got a case of the Mondays, on (Fire)

Mad mad
Mad

Ayo, one for mayhem, two for mischief
Now aim for the drones
In your zoning district (Woo)
Hindenburg 'em
(Woo) , get 'em, burn 'em (Woo)
Can't give the ghost up, no resistance
Pass that shit, Mike, I have to insist it
Reality sucks dick, how's that for wisdom?
(Great)
Lick the toad's back like, "Mmm, delicious"
The time elves waved to me
Off in the distance (Hello?)
Hey lil' guy, I'm just walkin' through
From another timeline where
Monsters eat truth
Physicists say the dough I get's proof
The multiverse lives
I'm supposed to just lose
The glass bottom tank I drive is all fueled
Gotta try to stay cool, honey bunny
Don't move
Fuck shit glows in the hearts of the brutes
You hate Run The Jewels
You don't love the troops
You miss the point tryna act like shit's cool
Don't fuckin' tell doom your number's not due
(Ayy)
Every other goddamned year I'm brand new
It's been twenty plus years
You think that's a clue? (Huh?)
Maybe this guy kinda kill what he do
He's prolly that dude, he left enough proof
Plenty of these goofs disappeared, poof
He's still the next big thing, gotta hurt
Oof (I got)

Fire! Fire! (L-l-l-l-lights, lights)
Fire! More fire! (L-l-l-l-lights)
(I got)

Ditch the payback, allow me to state that
All that forth back, we don't play that
You want beef, bruh? You just state that
And we steak that, fry and bake that
One time in the big ol' south
Lived a lil' chubby kid with a big ol' mouth
Lame writers gave him big ol' doubts
Now the same lil' boy in a big ol' house
Look at him now, he in the big ol' cars
And the same folk hated pay big homage (Ayy)
One minute, let me be candid
Used to stand by the garbage
Can hand to handin'
That dumb trap shit, no proper plannin'
Seen ignorant shit like geekers dancin'
And rappers rap about it
Like it's so romantic
But I still can't seem to escape the panic
PTSD, streets did the damage
Kept me in hammock, laid back with cannons
Get me fucked up, it be's calamity
I'ma come through and leave some damages
Goddamn, somebody call amberlamp
Or ambulanceses, out of chanceses
Fuck that weak shit you be bantering
You're a common cold and
My flows are cancerous (I got)

Fire! Fire! (L-l-l-l-lights, lights)
Fire! ¡Más fuego! (L-l-l-l-lights)
(I got)