Run The Jewels - Jeopardy lyrics
[Run The Jewels - Jeopardy lyrics]
I'm gonna bang this bitch the fuck out!
You better - You might wanna
Record the other way
You finna look at history being
Made in this muthafucka!
Put a mirror on the goddamn screen!
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what we gonna do Mick?
I'm up at midnight
I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe
A knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies
Who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like
"Mizzike is you all rizzight?"
I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches
Twerkin' for service
The bitches bag is a Birkin
I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces
At random places like
Bitch give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Batman chillin', the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up
Leave you naked the jewel runners
Top tag team for two summers
Live and let live
Fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it
I'm too honest so fuck you fuckboys forever
I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche
Of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better
- highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck
Then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill
Yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper
Ain't shit and me, i might be
The closest representation of God
You might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna
And take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas
Circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and
Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm
Or say a Bun B prevail through Hell
So Satan get ye behind me (Run the Jewels)
I've never been much of shit
By most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip
In the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by
Hucksters of global spin
Like the sign on my back says "stab me"
My soul is your little bitch
But maybe you should be careful
When flipping a stranger's switch
Like assuming the war is won
Ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up
Then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds
And tell monsters to suck our dicks
I live to spit on your grave
My existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look
At your face like great food
That's why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame
The jewel runners will always stay rude
Motherfuck your permission
Was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the bitch shit
You spit is your fucking prison
I been here making raw shit and
Never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer
Your question is "what's poppin'?"
You better - You might wanna
Record the other way
You finna look at history being
Made in this muthafucka!
Put a mirror on the goddamn screen!
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what we gonna do Mick?
I'm up at midnight
I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe
A knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies
Who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like
"Mizzike is you all rizzight?"
I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches
Twerkin' for service
The bitches bag is a Birkin
I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces
At random places like
Bitch give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Batman chillin', the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up
Leave you naked the jewel runners
Top tag team for two summers
Live and let live
Fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it
I'm too honest so fuck you fuckboys forever
I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche
Of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better
- highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck
Then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill
Yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper
Ain't shit and me, i might be
The closest representation of God
You might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna
And take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas
Circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and
Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm
Or say a Bun B prevail through Hell
So Satan get ye behind me (Run the Jewels)
I've never been much of shit
By most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip
In the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by
Hucksters of global spin
Like the sign on my back says "stab me"
My soul is your little bitch
But maybe you should be careful
When flipping a stranger's switch
Like assuming the war is won
Ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up
Then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds
And tell monsters to suck our dicks
I live to spit on your grave
My existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look
At your face like great food
That's why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame
The jewel runners will always stay rude
Motherfuck your permission
Was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the bitch shit
You spit is your fucking prison
I been here making raw shit and
Never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer
Your question is "what's poppin'?"