Run The Jewels, Until The Ribbon Breaks - Job Well Done lyrics
[Run The Jewels, Until The Ribbon Breaks - Job Well Done lyrics]
Killer Mike and El-P
Fuck boys know the combination ain't healthy
Tell me if you smell the
Marijuana hanging off my breath
Blowing smoke and I'm coughing like
I'm damn near death if I died right now
I would be so fresh to death
They would have to say
"That fat motherfucker coffin fresh
God damn, fat bastard
Where that motherfucker's casket?"
But naw, baby
You gon' get this here vertical
Every word murderful, surgical, painful
Purposeful
And I'm taking left off your fuck list
Personal
Woo, they done let that fuckin' Mike out
It's like Tyson in the '80s
Nigga snap and punch your lights out, yeah
It's like Tyson in the '90s, if I'm losing
Take a bite out i'm so motherfuckin' grimy
So motherfuckin' greedy, gritty
Mama said she couldn't breastfeed 'cause I
Was bitin' at the titty (Beast)
So I think we've burned our bridges
But it's difficult to tell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"Didn't we do well?"
So I think we'll have to pay for this
But I'm not afraid of hell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"Didn't we do well?"
Yo, Killer Mike and El-P, fuck boys
Think about it
Fuck you gonna sell me? You don't
Know a thing about us
Women dosed with ayahuasca drum circle
And sing about us
Dolphins prone to rape'll hear the tape
And stop to think about it
Monks will immolate themselves until the
Record hit's the shelves
Yetis walk right out the woods to
Cop it without thinkin' bout it
Workers at the sweatshop kill they boss
To how the vets drop
Worker ants surround their queen and
Chew the bitch's head off
Drug dogs bark at the tour bus when it park
Priests take the cock out of their mouths
To hum along when the chorus drop
At the least, we are the most beef and
Broc on your fuckin' block
The bass make a whale off
Of the coast scream, "Ya'll gotta stop!"
Used to be the new kid 'til
I grew into that new shit
Emperors that hear the tunes admit
That they are nudists
Move, we coming through and we are ruthless
Mama said I wouldn't leave the womb
Without a Yankee and some new kicks
So I think we've burned our bridges
But it's difficult to tell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"didn't we do well?"
So I think we'll have to pay for this
But I'm not afraid of hell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"didn't we do well?"
Real bad guy shit run the jewels
Fuck boys know the combination ain't healthy
Tell me if you smell the
Marijuana hanging off my breath
Blowing smoke and I'm coughing like
I'm damn near death if I died right now
I would be so fresh to death
They would have to say
"That fat motherfucker coffin fresh
God damn, fat bastard
Where that motherfucker's casket?"
But naw, baby
You gon' get this here vertical
Every word murderful, surgical, painful
Purposeful
And I'm taking left off your fuck list
Personal
Woo, they done let that fuckin' Mike out
It's like Tyson in the '80s
Nigga snap and punch your lights out, yeah
It's like Tyson in the '90s, if I'm losing
Take a bite out i'm so motherfuckin' grimy
So motherfuckin' greedy, gritty
Mama said she couldn't breastfeed 'cause I
Was bitin' at the titty (Beast)
So I think we've burned our bridges
But it's difficult to tell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"Didn't we do well?"
So I think we'll have to pay for this
But I'm not afraid of hell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"Didn't we do well?"
Yo, Killer Mike and El-P, fuck boys
Think about it
Fuck you gonna sell me? You don't
Know a thing about us
Women dosed with ayahuasca drum circle
And sing about us
Dolphins prone to rape'll hear the tape
And stop to think about it
Monks will immolate themselves until the
Record hit's the shelves
Yetis walk right out the woods to
Cop it without thinkin' bout it
Workers at the sweatshop kill they boss
To how the vets drop
Worker ants surround their queen and
Chew the bitch's head off
Drug dogs bark at the tour bus when it park
Priests take the cock out of their mouths
To hum along when the chorus drop
At the least, we are the most beef and
Broc on your fuckin' block
The bass make a whale off
Of the coast scream, "Ya'll gotta stop!"
Used to be the new kid 'til
I grew into that new shit
Emperors that hear the tunes admit
That they are nudists
Move, we coming through and we are ruthless
Mama said I wouldn't leave the womb
Without a Yankee and some new kicks
So I think we've burned our bridges
But it's difficult to tell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"didn't we do well?"
So I think we'll have to pay for this
But I'm not afraid of hell
I've been walking through the ashes, saying
"didn't we do well?"
Real bad guy shit run the jewels